I apologize for a lot of intro/back-story this chapter. There will be lemons galore after the first chapter. This story will start from Miles's point of view and change often back and forth with Abby. When there are scenes of them interacting together, expect many rapid PoV changes. It's pretty obvious to tell who is narrating, but just in case I announce the change in Big Bold Text.

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Miles

"Miles, get up quick! Today's the day!" This had better be good. My head was pounding as I moved my hands up and wiped the gunk from my eyes. What on Earth was that girl flapping her gums about at this hour? It's the middle of the night, and I was having such a wonderful dream. Or at least, I thought it was night, until I felt a rush of light in front of me. "Come on! We can't get our Pokémon if you sleep through the appointment. GET UP!" That jarred my memory. Today was the day that we got our first Pokémon, and I'd be damned if I was going to miss that for anything.

"How much time do I have?" I leapt out of bed like a ninja only to be hit in the face with a shirt and some shorts thrown at him.

"We're supposed to be there in twenty minutes! Get your ass out of bed and let's go!" That girl did realize we lived 5 minutes away right? I had plenty of time.

"Right sis, I'm coming!" I swear; I know I was a little late this morning, but my sister Abby had no patience at all. Looking down to inspect the clothes in my hands, I sniffed my red shirt to make sure it was clean, and threw it on in seconds flat, followed by my basketball shorts. Red always was my favorite color, made me think of fire. I was quite the pyro, and fire just made me happy. Looking back to the clock on my nightstand, I saw the time tick to 10:14 and realized I had to get a move on. Reaching for my signature red cap and shoes, I grabbed my set of car keys and called out the room, "We taking the truck?"

"Yeah, you're driving, now let's go!"

With that I heard a slam of the front door. Knowing we hadn't much time I quickly headed down the stairs and headed out the door, locking it behind me. Sitting out in the driveway was our family's brown pickup truck. I always loved that truck, but now wasn't the time to marvel at a beater vehicle. I hopped inside and started the engine, and without another thought we were on our way down the road.

"It's a right turn up ahead right?"

"I swear to god, how are you my twin and thatbad with directions? Sandgem Town has five streets and four avenues. The lab is impossible to miss!" Abby was getting on my nerves, even if I should have known the way by now. It wasn't even the first time we had been to Professor Rowan's lab. She was the youngest Pokémon professor in the nearby regions at the time, only a few years older than we were, but she was just as brilliant as her retired father. As I pulled into the turn, Abby's phone began to ring in her pocket. Her conversation was very brief, probably with Mom about some errands.

"Hello? … Yeah, we're almost there. Ok, we'll be there as soon as we're done. … Love you too, bye." She hung up and turned back to me. "Mom wants to see us at the gym as soon as we're done."

That's right, in this tiny town called Sandgem, the newest Pokémon gym had been completed a month ago, and our mother had been hired as its gym leader. Apparently the league changed its rules recently and allowed all gyms to have up to three specialty types. It was no surprise when she chose Fire and Fighting as the two, my and Abby's favorites respectively, but she topped it off with Ground to make it one well balanced and tough gym. Due to her long hours of intense training and accepting challengers, she often came home exhausted and crabby, and we usually had to cook for ourselves every night, but on the plus side it put us on top of the list to be certified Pokémon trainers, and gave us the house to ourselves for most hours of the day. What was even better was that with summer vacation just a few days away, we got the opportunity to go on a summer journey before heading back to school. The chance to get out and see the rest of Sinnoh was the best part by far, and we'd get to do it with nobody but each other and out Pokémon.

Abby

I glanced over at my absent-minded brother to find him once again lost in thought at the wheel. Miles made the turn, but it was clumsy and rushed, like he would have not known he drove right by it had his train of thought not gotten back on the rails at the right moment. I was a tad annoyed that as a condition to traveling around this summer, we had to promise to travel together, but despite how bizarre my brother might be sometimes, we still had that twin bond that everyone expects. Pulling into the dirt lot, Miles found a spot, pulled the parking break and got out first, me following right behind. As usual, he parked rather abruptly and kicked up a lot of dust. I would have been pissed at him had I been wearing any color other than orange; nobody would notice anything.

"Well, here we are!" I announced, unable to contain my excitement.

After waiting years to finally get our first Pokémon, Professor Rowan's lab was right in front of us. It, like most other Pokémon labs, was built out of part of a house, with the Rowan family almost certainly living in the other half.

Walking up to the front door, Miles motioned for me to have the honor, and I knocked three times on the door, loud enough that anyone in the basement could have heard. The door opened and a man in a white coat greeted us.

"Ahh, you must be Sera's kids. Head on downstairs, the professor will greet you shortly."

He motioned us to a staircase, and we hurried down, unable to contain our excitement. However, once we got there, something strange caught us by surprise, something I don't think I'll ever forget. In the middle of the lab floor was a very attractive blonde woman, stripped naked… and on all fours… being fucked by a Charizard. The giant fire lizard had both of his claws holding onto her ass as he thrusted harder into her. The young Professor Rowan was panting and moaning loudly, unable to contain her lust.

"Boy… that escalated quickly…" Miles muttered to himself. I ignored the Anchorman reference as we just stared at the sight in front of us before turning to face each other, both of us wanting to say something but not knowing how to approach the situation. I couldn't help but notice that my perverted brother had gotten a little stiff in the very brief time of watching that, a distinct bulge appearing in his pants.

"Classy, bro. Classy." That was all I felt the situation deserved.

He looked down and instantly tucked it away; seemingly unaware it was there in the first place. Now composed, he stepped forward and cleared his throat. "Professor Rowan, what in the name of Arceus are you doing?" With that both the Charizard and professor Rowan turned their heads toward us, mouths dropping in shock. How the hell had they not heard us? Were they that lost in their lust that they went deaf to the world around them? What happened next was like a scene out of a cartoon.

Professor Rowan instantly took out her Poké Ball (I have no idea where she got it considering she was naked) and recalled the mighty Pokémon. She then grabbed her lab coat and ran into a nearby closet.

"Oh my, just a moment children, thought the meeting was an hour from now. Thank you for your patience!" What the hell was that? She spoke all official as if nothing had just happened. As if we didn't just see a woman having sex with a Charizard. We starred at each other again, dumbfounded at how bizarre of a situation this was. It was awkward already, even more so that the professor was trying to cover it up.

Within seconds, the professor had returned from the closet, fully dressed in lab attire, her hair even somehow fully done like she had prepared for two hours for our arrival. Then as if to further cover up what had just happened, she began her spiel. "Welcome to Sandgem Pokémon Laboratories. I am Professor Clair Rowan. You two must be Miles and…"

"Abby." I completed her sentence. I just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible and get out of this sex-filled lab.

"It's wonderful to meet both of you. I understand you're both here to register as trainers and choose your starter Pokémon. Luckily for you two, your mother e-mailed me your registration information this morning, so I have both of your trainer IDs already complete." She reached into her pocket and pulled out two ID cards and handed them to each of us.

"Umm… thank you, Professor." Miles was just as nervous as I was, and as soon as we got our Pokémon we were likely to beeline for the exit. Thankfully Miles's boner had passed while the professor retreated to her closet; I was getting tired of seeing that thing in the corner of my eye. Professor Rowan nodded and then motioned us to a table with thirty-six Poké Balls in a six by six grid. Miles and I had one of those twin stares where we looked almost like mirror images of each other as we made eye contact. There were so many Poké Balls, and we even had matching expressions of amazement that we were got to pick from six times the normal amount of Pokémon. Now obviously, being of different genders, we're fraternal twins. That said, a lot of our friends say there's much more resemblance between the two of us than most fraternal twins out there. I had heard stories of twin gym leaders from Hoenn who shared our level of twin resemblance, but I would have to see it for myself to be convinced. Bringing me back from my mental tangent, Professor Rowan continued.

"As you can see this year we're doing things a little differently than we have in the past. Each column has a starter Pokémon of each of the three types (Fire, Water, and Grass), and each row is a different native region. Starting at the row closest to us we have Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, right here in Sinnoh, Unova, and finally Kalos. Go ahead and choose please."

I glanced around the table, looking for one specific one. Sinnoh row, fire starter. I didn't even want him for the fire aspect, I always thought Chimchar was cute and Infernape was an insanely powerful fighting (and fire) type. My mother's Infernape had successfully defended her gym's badge from many an eager challenger in the month she's had the gym, so I knew what it could do. Reaching across the table, I noticed Miles reaching in the same area, putting his hand on the Poké Ball one row below mine.

"I choose Chimchar."

"I choose Torchic."

We just had one of those weird twin moments, saying the exact same thing short of the Pokémon's name to her simultaneously. Shooting each other a look, we both followed with "Stop that", again perfectly timed, before picking up our respective Poké Balls and facing each other.

"Are you really picking the same type as me?" I scoffed at my brother. "Just because we're twins doesn't mean we need the same starter!"

"You surprised, Abby? I'm a freaking pyromaniac and Blaziken is a fiery badass!" At least we had one thing differently; he admired the fire aspect of his new Pokémon while I admired the fighting, even if Chimchar wasn't technically a fighting type until he evolved. After quickly attaching the balls to our belts we turned and faced Professor Rowan, who was didn't seem nearly surprised enough that we picked fire types very close on the table to each other, despite having eighteen to choose from.

"Well then, here are your Xtranceiver and Poké Balls. Do me a favor and keep quiet about what you saw a minute ago, and I hope to hear all about your journeys when you come back!" She placed an orange device that looked like some kind of Aggron brand smartphone in my open hand along with 5 Poké Balls, and did the same for Miles's with a red device, before turning and walking back into the storage room, closing the door and locking it behind her. With that her assistant came down and motioned us to the stairs. We had no idea what was had just happened, but damnit we could now call ourselves Pokémon trainers, and that almost made the awkward situation bearable.

Miles

As Abby and I left the lab, there was one thing about us that clearly defied our normal twin behavior. I walked out, Poké Ball attached to my belt, barely so much as a look at it before climbing into the car, while Abby had taken hers out and was fiddling with it in her hands, giggling to herself. "You're my very own Pokémon! We're going to win the Sinnoh League for sure!" I just couldn't stop thinking about naked Professor Rowan. Damn she was gorgeous! That Charizard was having one lucky day before we showed up and ruined his fun. I almost felt sorry, despite how bizarre of a scene it was. Sure, Pokephilia was legal in everywhere outside official league centers (meaning no Pokémon league stadiums or gyms allowed it), but it still wasn't commonplace as far as I knew at the time, and somewhat foreign and weird to most.

We climbed into the car, and as I started the engine, Professor Rowan's assistant from earlier came running out the front door of the lab, knocking on Abby's window until she let it down.

"Apologies, but Professor Rowan forgot to give you these!" He passed us each a flash drive and a small earpiece with matching colors of our Xtranceivers. "Just plug that into the bottom of your Xtranceivers or XTCs and it will automatically install several useful apps, including the Pokédex app. If you would, document as many Pokémon as you can encounter into that Pokédex app; it's vital for our research here in Sinnoh! Professor Rowan may call you from time to time to check up, use the earpieces to respond!" With that the assistant jogged back into the lab, leaving us to shrug at each other before I put the car into reverse and turned around, heading out the way we came.

As we made the turn to head back home, I remembered that our mother had wanted to see us at the gym. I took a right turn a few blocks early and after getting stuck at one of the only stoplights in town, we arrived at the gym. Sinnoh was originally known for having a lot of gym leaders related to ones from Kanto and Johto, but had become known more recently for its exceptionally designed gyms. My mother's was no exception. She had always loved Fire types while my dad had always been a fighting type guru. But after he disappeared a few years back with only one Pokémon in tow, my mother took over training the rest of his Pokémon, and with League approval made the gym both Fire and Fighting specialty in his honor, hoping that he'd either come home or his spirit would see it from wherever it was. As I parked the car and we got out, we walked around back and entered, knowing too well what was in store for any challengers who walked right on in.

Entering the back door we saw our mother sitting behind her desk, probably analyzing the gym's finances or something boring like that. Due to the grand opening ceremony and the many tournaments we held, the gym was one of the most profitable ones in Sinnoh. Glancing up from her laptop screen, she saw us and immediately closed the top. "You're back! Good to see you!" She gave us each a hug and a kiss on the cheek, an otherwise humiliating show of affection from the mother of two sixteen year olds.

"Now let's go to the gym floor and you can show off your Pokémon in your first battle!" We made one glance at each other and instantly had an idea of what was about to happen; we were either going to battle each other or double battle someone else, but I was convinced it was the first option.

She opened the door out of the office, and to our surprise there were a few people in the stands cheering loudly as we entered. It was no more than twenty or so, close family and neighbors. We had a very connected family, and it amazed me that they all surprised us by showing up for our first match. On the right side of the stands I could see Grandpa Blaine, Aunt Flannery, my cousin Chili, and Uncle Flint. On the left I saw my Grandpa Chuck, my cousins Brawly and Maylene, Uncle Marshall, and even Uncle Bruno had made it. One could say we were as connected as the Jenny's or the Joy's, without the almost creepy resemblance.

"Thank you everyone for making it!" Our mother suddenly was holding a microphone and talking to the small crowd of relatives. This was clearly set up before we had even left. "You all get to see the future of the mighty Edan and Caine families! I couldn't be more proud to see my teenaged twins finally with Pokémon of their own, and what a better first opponent for them to train with than each other?"

Our relatives cheered; it was a pretty loud crowd for its size. Abby shot me an evil look she usually only gave when pranking me or competing in something. "Well bro, ready to lose?" She hadn't so much as let her Chimchar out of the ball yet, and she was confident she could beat me. I sighed and walked over to my half of the battlefield, all ready to go.

"Bring it sis, I'm not losing to a girl!" Genius material, Miles, I thought to myself. Pure gold. Abby merely scoffed and walked onto her position on the field, taking out her Poké Ball from her belt. Mom continued on the microphone.

"To my right, we have a young man who reminds me more of his father every day. I only wish he was here to see him growing up before his own eyes. He's got a fire for Pokémon and will be representing the Edan clan today, please welcome Miles!" The crowd cheered louder, especially the Edan/Fire side, and I could distinctly here Chili's shouting over everyone else's.

"Knock 'em dead, Miles! All you man!" I gave him an acknowledging head nod as I turned my cap backwards and brandished my Poké Ball. Chili and I always got along like that. Though technically adopted, he and his biological brothers were always welcome in our house. He had even taught me most of what I know about raising Pokémon, despite only being two years my elder.

"And on my left, she's got a fighting spirit to match my own and wants to be her own Pokémon's sparring partners. Representing the Caine clan today, please welcome my daughter Abby!" As the Caine/Fighting side of the crowd roared with applause, Abby gave a mini-curtsey (resulting in an involuntary eyebrow cocking on my part) and stood in her ready stance, not breaking eye contact with me.

"Alright, this will be a one-on-one exhibition match, finished when one Pokémon is defeated! Trainers, ready your Pokémon!" Mom threw up her hand to signal the match was about to start while Abby and I winded up and threw our Poké Balls at the center of the battlefield. Mine looked like something by a Jubilife Magmortar's pitcher while Abby looked a bit more softball-like with her underhanded speedy toss.

Abby

"Chimchar, you're up!" I shouted, my Poké Ball already having left my hand.

"Torchic, let's go!" Miles yelled simultaneously. As our Poké Balls hit the floor, they snapped open and released two balls of plasma-like light which dissipated and revealed the two young Pokémon where they stood. Standing for the crowd was a young orange fire monkey ready to hurt things and a fire chicken belonging to my oaf of a brother. This would be a walk in the park. I then remembered, I didn't know this particular Chimchar's moves! Whipping out my XTC, I plugged in the flash key and pressed the install button that appeared. The app installed in seconds, and upon opening I held it so the camera focused on Chimchar. The Pokédex app then analyzed his data.

"Chimchar, the Chimp Pokémon. Being very agile, it can scale cliffs in order to live atop mountains. It extinguishes its flame when it sleeps or feels sick." I then pressed the button for moveset. "This male Chimchar knows Mach Punch, Fire Punch, Rock Slide, and Shadow Claw. Its ability is Iron Fist." No way. This Chimchar's moveset was insanely strong, and had one of the rarest abilities in the Pokémon world. Only three Pokémon species had it naturally, and my Chimchar here was not one of them. Not to mention that he can effectively take on Normal, Grass, Bug, Ice, Rock, Steel, Fire, Flying, Psychic, and even ghost types, six of which being Sinnoh Gym types if you count this one. This was going to be one smackdown machine on my team! Glancing up I saw Miles with his XTC out as well, and I could only wonder what to expect.

Miles

I finished installing the Pokédex app, and after tapping the analyze button the usual Dex voice came up with his report. "Torchic, the Chick Pokémon. A fire burns inside, so it feels very warm to hug. It launches fireballs of 1800 degrees F. This female Torchic knows the moves Flame Charge, Aerial Ace, Swords Dance, and Double Kick, and has the ability speed boost." You've got to be kidding me, Speed Boost? Blaziken's hidden ability boosts its speed throughout the battle, making him a guaranteed speed demon. I was about to run circles around my sister, and I couldn't wait. With both of us looking to our mother and giving a thumbs-up, she lowered her hand and our first ever Pokémon match began!

On the next chapter of the Sandgem Twins, Miles and Abby spend some quality time with their mom and new Pokemon, before being shown the ins and outs of being a trainer from some unexpected visitors.

Progress update: Chapter 2 is done! Enjoy!