A 'Welcome to My Twisted Mind' poster was plastered against the door. It was firmly shut, but you could hear the industrial harsh noise blasting through the walls. Their hand reached hesitantly for the handle, and after a minute of stalling, when they pulled it down, a deafening shriek interrupted the artsy nu-techno sound waves. "Pan, stay the fuck away from me."

"Relax, Em, it's meee."

Stephany was still recovering from the 4 litres of bleach they drank last night, so their voice was even raspier and quieter than before.

Emily was quick to correct herself; the twins hadn't even talked in a whole week. At this point, she was so thirsty for her sweet sibling's love. "Oh, Stef! Come on in."

Silence. Nervous sweating.

"Come on," Emily teased, "your cister is waiting."

You didn't have to see her winking through the walls to know she was doing it.

The door opened at an awkward pace, and Stephany hobbled into the edgy paradise of creepy merch they knew and loved. It was as if she'd bought out the whole of Hot Topic (she did that once, Papa Pizza was not happy when he received his credit card bill).

There she was, slouched over her Shocker Bunny beanbag chair, legs spread noticeably far apart, a grin wider than thought humanly possible. At least Stephany knew she was ready for it, which would make it a tad less traumatic for them.

"So," the purple one tilted her head, "What do you want?"

"Um...U-umm...uh..." Never in their life had they ever felt so uncomfortable. They were asking their goddamn sister for sex. It sounds normal to you and me, but we're sick.

"It's ok, I won't bite." Emily slumped closer towards her sibling so she could hear their every breath.

"Ummm... you know what, nevermi-"

"I know what you want."

At this point Stef was looking straight down at the floor. They'd gotten themselves into some deep shit and there was no possible way of recovering. It didn't matter that they were both willing, it felt so shameful.

During their minor panic attack, they managed to utter out two words, although very quiet.

"Let's go."

When Emily started fishing around her drawers for her Invader Zim brand dildo, it was like a massive weight had been lifted off Stephany's shoulders. This whole thing would run smoothly (as long as the door was locked). They made sure that happened within the next 3 seconds.

Emily turned around with the dildo, her grin somehow wider, now shaking in excitement. "You're ready?"

Stef was shaking in fear. "G-Give me a few minutes..." And off they went, crying into their sister's bedcovers for about 7 hours, a weekly routine.

After that was over, it was time. The siblings delayed it enough.

You sick bastard.