She sighed tiredly, exhaustion still present in her weary frame, rubbing at her eyes, a silent yawn escaping her Iips as she reached the last step.
Her eyes acknowledged the lit living room, and the television airing a replay of Midnight Passion. Forgetting that glass of water, Phoebe curiously moved into the living room, using her height to peer over the couch, failing to stifle a shriek at what she saw.
"Nora?!"
Girl in question startled in surprise, retracting from her brother's face to glare at her older sister.
"Oh, its you? What do you want? Can't you see that I'm busy with something important here?"
Phoebe looked cross, roughly levitating her younger sister off of her twin's lap, moving around the couch to lift his obvious unconscious body and perching his head on her lap.
"What did you do to him?"
"You mean what I was about to do before you showed up." Nora replied without a care in the world.
"Nora, you can't do this."
"Why not?"
"You're drugging him, that's reason alone." Phoebe admonished crisply, making sure not to raise her voice and wake Max.
"I didn't drug him. I only slipped a sleeping agent into his coffee, that's all." Nora said, before weirdly twiddling her fingers, murmuring. "Besides, its not like we got to third base..."
"That's because you aren't going to third base!" Phoebe bit out, in shock that her sister would go that far.
Nora promptly ignored Phoebe, filing up the stairs, turning to beckon her glaring sister with a smirk.
"Not yet Phoebe... not yet." she remarked, stepping up out of view.
xXx
After making sure her little sister had reclined to her room, Phoebe gave thought and decided Max would sleep in her room... with her. Not for ulterior motives but her justification was the fact that Nora couldn't be trusted.
That little hormonal virgin was this close to sexually molesting her twin and Phoebe was certain given the day and unawareness on Max's side Nora would accomplish just that.
She sighed and shivered when his shallow breathing waved against her neck. She could feel every inch of him, the warmth radiating from his body, the strong scent of black brewed coffee that Nora had spiked earlier, his heartbeat in conjunction with hers, hands around her mid, his chin digging into her breasts, and the fervent scrunch of her eyes to dissuade her brain from directing her thoughts to stir her sex drive.
'Bad Phoebe, bad Phoebe, he's your brother, your twin.' she internally chastised. 'But he's just here...'
He was still knocked out, Phoebe could tell, she lifted his head and inched back to create space between the two of them, it was so dark she couldn't make him out, but that nulled the guilt a bit.
'If I kiss him now...'
She dragged his face, feeling her nose brush against his, contemplating... contemplating.
'I-I can't do this.'
Phoebe pulled him closer against her chest, an entangle of limbs, an apprehensive thump of the heart, the silent prayer murmur that he not wake.
xXx
Max's eyes flickered to adjust at the intrusion of light. Groaning with a start, he felt lightheaded, feeling his legs unnaturally warm, one hand to his side, the other clutching something awfully round, and extremely soft.
He squeezed.
A stir to his left, a soft groan of pleasure as a body deflected into him.
"Oh Max."
The fuck?
"Pheebs?"
Max winced as his wrist suffered a painful minor jerk courtesy of his twin who startlingly fell to the floor on the other side of the bed.
She stood up with hair framing her face, and Max could make out the tear his hand had caused to her gown and the tales of a naked boob.
"M-Max, its not what it looks like!" she explained hastily, trailing his pointed stare to her chest, compelling her to hold the now torn gown against her torso, denying him the satisfaction of seeing her naked breast.
"Not so loud dammit!" he bit out, tending to the immediate throbbing with a palm, trudging for her door.
"Do you want some-"
"I have some aspirin!" Nora interjected, appearing at Phoebe's door with a glass of water and two small ocular pills in one hand, beckoning with her head. "Come down stairs, I also made some soup to soothe your headache." Her unoccupied hand heedlessly clutching his, pulling him out of her sister's room, leaving behind a wistful Phoebe.
"...That brat."
xXx
"Say aaah."
"Is this really necessary?"
"So you prefer being fed mouth to mouth? If that's what you-"
"No! This is perfectly fine," He opened his mouth as the spoon lapsed inside.
"So, what were you and Phoebe doing in her bed?"
He rose an eyebrow, leaning back, seemingly digesting the straightforward inquisition. "You make it sound like we had sex or something?"
Nora wiggled her eyebrows. "Was she worth your while?"
"Gross Nora! We're twins! What makes you think I'd even-"
The young Thunderman merely shrugged, chugging a spoon of brown soup into his mouth. "Thing is, I haven't been sleeping well lately."
"What's that got to do with me?"
"I was wondering, since you slept with Phoebe, its only common courtesy that you sleep with your other sister as well."
Max nearly swallowed the spoon. "You shouldn't go around saying stuff like that Nora!"
She offered a snouty pout, "Don't you love me?"
"What are you talking about? I do love you, its just-"
"You love Phoebe more than you love me, is that it?"
"Now you're just putting words in my mouth."
Nora stood up, still pouting. "I know she has wider hips than mine, and she's more prettier, she has bigger boobs and a big-"
"Would you stop describing me so lewdly?" Phoebe announced inquisitively, sitting next to Max, palming his forehead. "You're feverish."
"Don't remind me, it burns like a bitch." Max explained, governing to send her a light glare. "Why did I wake up in your bed?"
"Why don't you ask Nora?" Phoebe redirected.
Nora merely adjusted her bow, casually walked around the table, and sat on her brother's lap.
"Nora, what are you doing?!"
"Nothing, I just felt like sitting in my brother's lap."
"Don't you think you're a bit too old to be sitting in your big brother's lap?" Phoebe asked, not entirely fond of the fact that Nora managed to avoid the plea of confession as to why she drugged Max.
"Don't you think you're a bit too old to be having a diary?" Nora retorted, glancing to the side to avoid the heated glare sent her way.
"That's none of your business Nora! And stay away from my diary!"
"Phoebe, stop shouting, you're too loud."
"... Sorry."
"Nora, stop moving around too much."
"My, is someone else getting excited?" Nora purred, turning a full 180 to press her developing chest into his masculine torso, peering into his eyes. "So, will you be coming to my room tonight?"
"Nora!"
Nora noticed Max wince, and turned her head to blast Phoebe's arm. "Ouch!'
"You're too loud, if you can't respect our bounds please do leave." Nora sneered, tactfully avoiding another glare. "Max, you will be coming to my room, right?"
"What exactly will we be doing in your room?"
"We'll be sleeping together, alone, in one bed, just the two us, no else." she explained, trailing a finger across his jawline. "Like you did with Phoebe."
"Me and Max did nothing Nora."
"Its your word against mine. Besides, you still didn't explain that tear across your gown which almost exposes one of your saggy tits."
Max bit his tongue in relent of disagreeing with Nora since he had cupped one of Phoebe's boobs earlier, and they were anything but saggy, but he figured it would be weird to verbally state he groped his own twin.
"Anyway, I'm going for a shower." Nora announced, seizing her straddle on Max, making to move out of the kitchen, reaching the stairs to look back at him. "Wanna join me? I'll wash your back for you."
Max groaned at her blatant illicit teasing. She chuckled at his reaction but moved out of view.
"Ever since since mom and dad went to that hero convention, her antics only worsened." Phoebe said, making small talk.
"Tell me about it." he furthered, rubbing his warm, throbbing temples. "I barely get any-"
"Max."
He turned, immediately gaping at what he saw.
Standing between the cross arc was Nora, dressed in nothing but a creamy white towel that barely covered her thighs exposing her unmarred shapely legs, hair draped over her shoulder to the side, developing but perky existent breasts literally constricted behind the thin garment.
"I ran out of shampoo, can I use yours?"
He sometimes forgets she's only two years younger than him, meaning the age gap didn't deter her physical growth in any way. Looking at her now, Max was astonished that his younger sis was actually curvaceous beneath all that black she wore-
"Why can't you use mine?" Phoebe chimed in, having noticed her twin's staring which didn't sit well with her.
"No thanks, I want Max's." she said, grabbing his arm, pulling him towards his lair. "Come on, let's go."
xXx
"You don't mind if I keep it do you?" she asked holding the shampoo bottle in her hand, relishing the fact that he found it quite difficult not to drop his gaze to her somewhat protrudent chest.
"... No, you can keep it."
She moved to hug him, pressing herself against his unanticipated frame, feeling him hesitantly wrap his arms around her.
Retracting, an unthinkable bold thought struck through her when Nora took the chances on her tiptoes which lifted as she captured his lips.
Max nearly got lost in the unorthodox smooch which lasted for about six to eight seconds before he recoiled in shock.
"Thanks." Nora whispered dreamily, a prominent blush on her face, trudging out of his lair with a bounce in her step.