Finally

I wake up in so much pain that I think I'm dying. My head might literally be splitting apart, right down the middle. A low groan of pain fills the room and it takes me several seconds before I realize the dying pig making the noise is actually me. Everything hurts, from my toes to my head, though the head obviously hurts the worst. Even my eyeballs ache. Fuck.

Ok, so this is the hangover. Think. How to fix? Everything I've heard or seen in movies over the years indicates I need to hydrate. Water. Electrolytes. Silence and darkness. Sports drink maybe? Hard to even think when my skull is doing its best impression of a butt and cracking.

I slide away from Alex, earning a discontented but still sleepy grunt from her as I pull away from her arms. She curls up into a little ball and rolls away from me to face the wall. I get a good look at her cute butt before a blanket covers her, never going to complain about that. Though I suppose it doesn't really help my current situation other than make me feel slightly better about life in general. I gently pat Alex's hip and fully climb out of bed. I'm woozy, dizzy, and weak on my feet. That plus the pain in my head makes me feel like I'm about to throw up.

I stumble down the hall, thankful that the lights are off except the dim night lights that allow me to not walk into any walls. One hand on the wall helps steady me as I make my way to the bathroom and dry heave at the toilet for a few minutes. Nothing comes out, but my body has made its point; I'm never drinking again. Being drunk was fun, the day after is significantly less so. Then I use the toilet for its intended purpose, and that feels a little better.

Water. Sports drink of some kind. Fucking anything to make it stop. I keep my eyes as slits, even in the dim night lights, as I head down the stairs to the kitchen. Light is the enemy. Almost as much as stairs and walking and being awake and alive is the enemy. I have a lot of enemies this morning, but unfortunately it feels like the biggest enemy is myself for drinking. Maybe Kayla for making me drink. She's not here though, so I default to blaming myself. That's healthy, right?

I stumble into the kitchen to find that Julie is the sweetest, most wonderful human being on the fucking planet. Sitting on the kitchen island are five little sets of hangover cures. A bottle of blue Gatorade (objectively the best flavor and I'm glad Julie sees the light), a package of cheesy peanut butter crackers, and a little bottle of Ibuprofen. How is she both gorgeous and nice?

Kayla and Tyler will have to fend for themselves, but I'm clearly the first person up, and I can at least provide for myself, Alex, and Lauren. I sit at the island and pound four ibuprofen, my whole package of crackers, and half the bottle of Gatorade in a couple of minutes. It helps a little. Not a ton, but enough that I can open my eyes without hating the concept of eyes. After a few more minutes of sitting and resting and slowly drinking Gatorade, I decide it's time to move on with my life and face the metaphorical music.

I collect the bottles of delicious, life-giving sports drinks, the crackers, and one bottle of headache reducer up in my arms like a child at a candy store. I've never wanted pockets more than right now, but I can manage. Sure, lifting things and using my hands and arms or moving in any way is painful. But I'm a man, dammit, and I have to provide for the beautiful women that depend on me. Also I think they would both stab me if I didn't bring them this stuff. Lauren definitely would, her little dagger fingers would turn my sides into Caesar.

Going upstairs is easier, less risk of my legs giving out and falling forward to my doom. Plus my general vibe is in a better place after my snack. It's still slow going, but safer and less painful, though I know most of my day is going to be spent in some manner of pain. Stupid Kayla. Stupid drinking. Stupid peer pressure.

Thinking of Kayla reminds me of her bouncing in my lap last night, her perfect ass engulfing my cock like it barely existed. I've never really thought about it, just fleeting considerations here and there, but Kayla is one of the only women I've ever wanted to actually fuck in the ass. Her butt is just insane. So obviously the correct way to show her my appreciation is to put my dick in her butt. That sounds right.

I have to pause at the top of the stairs and drink a little bit more of my Gatorade before continuing to my room. I'm already feeling a little bit better than when I woke up, but I'm not going to push my luck and start running around screaming to the high heavens and dancing. Even moving at anything faster than an amble is probably too much for my fragile body to take. The alcohol mixed with the workout yesterday has my weakling form begging to lie back down and wait for death to take me. Maybe that's what I should do. Just cuddle my girlfriend, let the aches come and go, and hope I can fall back asleep.

I slip back into my dark room and cross to the nightstand. Alex is still curled up, still sleeping, still far too cute for me. She's adorable beyond belief and I can't understand what she possibly sees in me. Especially after such a short time. I decide it's best not to wake her, so I leave her drink, some pills, and the crackers on the nightstand for her when she wakes up and finds herself in the same position I was in not long ago.

Then it's back out the door for me. And just a few steps down to my sister's room. Her door is closed, but not locked. I don't think I've encountered a locked door in this house yet, and Lauren's being locked would be a shock to me. I slowly push it open and find her sleeping with her blanket only covering her lower half. I pause in the doorway and just look at her for a moment. She's beautiful in a way entirely unlike the way Alex is beautiful. More cute than hot, but in a way that makes me unable to really look away from her. Maybe it's just the connection I have with her, something that transcends the normal way humans interact. It's impossible to describe to someone else who hasn't felt it, but it's not explicitly a thing for twins. It's a connection that you can have with anyone as long as you spend nearly every waking minute with them for the entirety of your life. I know Lauren as well as I know myself, and can often anticipate what she's going to do. That has... diminished... since we've been here. Maybe the sexual energy between us is clouding my judgment, or maybe she's acting slightly differently now that things are changing so quickly and so drastically.

Either way, I love her. Now more than ever, which I wouldn't have thought possible. Enjoying each other sexually, even though those moments have been fleeting and occasionally run through with guilt, has brought us closer together. I know her better, know her wants and her needs better, and want to be around her more and in more terrifyingly filthy ways.

Before I know it, I set our drinks, her crackers, and the rest of the pills on the nightstand and I crawl into bed with her. She's done it enough to me the last few days, time for me to return the favor. Our morning chat might be more dumb grunts and whispers today if she's as hungover as I am, but I still feel an inescapable urge to be close to my twin. Especially after spending all day with Alex yesterday and barely any with my sister.

I lift her blanket and slip under it, scooting forward until I can feel her legs against mine, and my hand can rest in her hair. She keeps her room a few degrees cooler than mine, and the blanket is almost necessary in here, though the temperature does have the delightful side effect of making her cute nipples stand up on end, especially when she's uncovered like this.

"Mmmmmm," she groans, rolling onto her side to face me, "you took my job."

"Did I?" I whisper back.

"I come into your room, not the other way around."

"I decided to switch it up," I reply with a smile. Her eyes are still closed but I bet she can sense the smile, I know I'd be able to sense one of hers.

"Fair," she grumbles, and slides a little closer to me. Our legs intertwine, a tangled mess of limbs, and she scrunches her face before slowly opening her eyes. "Everything hurts," she whispers.

"Yeah, hangover," I explain helpfully.

"I don't like it," she whines, "make it stop."

"I'm not exactly in charge here," I say, reaching out to caress her cheek. "I brought some stuff that may help, but it won't immediately fix your problems."

Her eyes pop open and glares at me in the near darkness. "Lead with that next time," she growls.

"On your nightstand."

She scowls at me and climbs over me to reach the nightstand with a sudden burst of energy I've never seen from her this early in the morning. I imagine, though it's impossible to truly say, that her headache isn't quite as painful as mine. Alex made sure she drank some water last night, but she also did drink more than me. Who knows. All I can focus on is the feel of her body sliding against mine as she climbs over me. She sits at the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor, as she greedily downs some pills and chugs a bunch of Gatorade. I roll over onto my side to watch her, running a hand slowly up and down the soft skin of her back as she breaks into the crackers, washing them down with more Gatorade.

There's thin, red lines across her back from where her sheets bunched up under her body as she slept. I trace my fingers along them, inching along from one side of her to the other. She shivers under my touch and reaches back to gently swat at me.

"Tickles," she mumbles through a mouthful of crackers.

"Well deal with it, I like touching you. Besides, I brought you crackers and Gatorade."

"Hmmmm," she leans back a little, pressing against my hand. I take this as a clear sign that it's ok to keep doing what I'm doing. So I do. Gently rubbing my sister's naked back while she scarfs down her little hangover cure. I always enjoyed the feel of my sister near me. We held hands often and would basically cuddle on the couch watching movies. It's just gotten more intensely sexual since we got here. Significantly so. A casual, non-sexual touch is comforting, and reminds me of simpler times, even if she is naked while I do it. If I can't see her tits, does it really count?

As if to prove me wrong, or at least make me question things more aggressively, Lauren turns back towards me after devouring the last of her crackers and crawls back under the covers with me. I only get a fleeting glance of her little boobs shaking as she slides up next to me, and then her body is gone, and only her head is above the covers.

The room is still quite dark, with only a bit of light spilling in from the hallway's night lights, but I feel I can see her as clearly as if we're standing outside at noon. She's my twin, I know every contour of her face and every smile she's ever had. I can feel her smiling at me now from less than a foot away, even if her face is mostly shrouded in shadow.

"Hi," she says.

"Hi," I respond. We lay there for a long moment without saying anything before the statement burning inside of me forces its way out. "You sucked my dick last night."

"Yeah," she giggles, "I... I was so fucking horny, and a little drunk, ok a lot drunk, and Alex was sending me to heaven. And I saw you pull out of Kayla and I couldn't help myself. I just... knew what I had to do."

"It was amazing," I say softly.

"Really?"

"Yeah, truly like... amazing. Shattered my mind." I can sense her blushing at that. I don't know if that compliment deserves a blush, but I guess it was her first ever blowjob, and I called it amazing. So I suppose it has some sort of emotional weight for her.

"Thanks," she whispers. Her arms reach out and she pulls me close, pressing her forehead against my bare chest. "I just wanted to make you feel good. And obviously try it out for the first time." She's mumbling into my chest now, but we're close enough that I can still hear her clearly. The vibrations of her words gently echo through my body as she talks. "It wasn't... bad. It was just a lot. I liked the noises you made, and I liked the feel of your cock in my mouth. It was a lot of cum though."

I run one hand through her hair, my other arm draping over her back and slowly rubbing that. I can't touch anywhere particularly interesting--no boobs or butt within easy reach--but just feeling her skin against mine is good enough for me. "It wasn't too much?"

"No," she says quickly, almost like she was expecting that question. Maybe she was, it feels like a normal follow-up question to my sister sucking my dick. "No, it was... it was just right. I mean, maybe I was pushed along by the alcohol and your girlfriend's tongue in my pussy," Now it's my turn to blush, "but when I was blowing you all I could think about was how stupid I was to have waited this long to make you feel this good."

"Don't say that," I say, "you have been making me feel good. And even if you weren't, it's not like it's your job or anything. You're my twin, just being around you tends to make me feel good."

"That's cute but stupid," she giggles into my chest.

"Why?"

"Because I have never felt so fucking alive as when you ate me out yesterday. I mean, Kayla was better at it--"

"Ouch," I interrupt.

"Oh stop it, you're new to the whole thing, she's got years of practice. Let me finish."

"Ok, sorry."

"Anyway," she continues, looking up at me for a moment to give me a gentle smile, "Kayla was better at it, but doing it with you, having your tongue in me, having you being the one making me cum was... I dunno. Perfect? It felt like I had just discovered my purpose on Earth. It isn't to be an actress or raise a family or anything, it's to have my twin brother tongue fuck me until my brain melts."

"Wow." I want to say more, but my brain is struggling to keep up with how intense of a set of emotions that is.

"Just wow?"

"I mean, I don't think any words that I can say that would express my feelings right now."

"Well, did you like eating me out?"

"Yes," I say, rubbing her back gently, "and I loved having you suck me, and I love laying next to you and talking and I love that you're my sister and I love that I can tell you anything and share everything with you."

"I think..." She looks up into my eyes, "I think that's what excites me most about all this. Cumming with you is good. But we've always shared everything our whole lives. It feels right to be sharing all of this with you as well."

"No one else I'd rather share it with," I say quickly.

"Not even Alex?"

I shake my head, "Are you jealous of her?"

Lauren doesn't respond for a long time, long enough that I think she might have fallen back asleep and left me here with my thoughts and feelings. That would be ok, I suppose. I need the rest, and I can already feel my body begging me to join her in sleep. My head isn't pounding quite as hard, but my body still wants to not be awake anymore. I close my eyes, slide my head forward, and pull her head under my chin, tucking her close.

"Yeah," she whispers into my chest, accompanying the word with a squeeze of her arms around me. "I mean, no. I mean, yes and no." She sighs softly and kisses my chest. "It's nothing new. We've talked about it, we can't be together or whatever. I just wish I didn't feel anything more than sexual attraction. But... I do. And I hate that." I kiss the top of her head as she kisses my chest again. "And we can't date or anything, but you can date her."

"I know. I know," I whisper. "But that doesn't make me love you any less."

"I know," she responds. And then everything is quiet again for a while. It's just the sound of our breathing as we both sit in the moment and try to deal with the feelings that have been plaguing us since we arrived and first saw each other naked. Or maybe we've been battling these feelings longer than that, and it was just the sexuality of this place that brought them from deep within us to be one of the centerpieces of our new lives. "New Lives." Ha. We've been here five days and I've fucked three women and fooled around with more, including my sister. But, I suppose, I am planning on being here for four years. I'm five days into four years. Fuck.

"I love you, Joe," Lauren whispers.

I lift her face up to look at me and see the tears in her eyes. I know a good way to make those go away. Our lips meet and the world fades away. "Love you too, Lauren," I whisper.

She grins. "You fuckin' better," she says, pressing her head against my chest again.

"Always."

I rub her back, she rubs mine, and the silence stretches. It isn't uncomfortable. Discomfort doesn't exist between us, not in any meaningful capacity. Instead we hold each other, breathe, and slowly drift back off to sleep.

In my dream I am laying on top of a giant cinnamon roll, getting covered in frosting. I'm trapped on this cinnamon roll, unable to escape, slowly drowning. And then I'm rescued by my sister and Alex coming over and licking the frosting off of my naked body to free me. Their tongues slide over my skin, and I can't do anything but watch their faces as they taste the frosting off of me. They start with my hands and my legs but soon enough they're licking at my chest, and then they're on my cock. Both of them licking at it ravenously. Alex's tongue sliding up the left side of my dick, and Lauren's sliding up the right. They clean my cock of frosting and then keep going. Tongues lap at my shaft and the head, they clean my balls and tease my tip. I ache for release, but it doesn't come.

I wake up painfully hard, my cock straining for release. Straining against something, but I don't wear underwear anymore to contain my morning erections. Instead, my dick is straining against my sister's ass. Sometime while we were asleep, she rolled over and is now firmly pressing her butt back against my groin. My cock is nestled delightfully between her ass cheeks, at least the lower half of my shaft is. I pull her closer, smushing our bodies together, and hold her waist tight. I'm not quite at the point that I'm going to hump my sister, not again. I was too embarrassed after she woke up last time when we were in the theater.

Lauren stirs slowly and shifts back against me, then pauses. She shifts again, pressing her ass against my cock, and I let out a quiet grunt of pleasure. The game is seemingly now afoot. Game, perhaps, is not the right word for it, because neither of us is "playing." Instead, we begin a slow, calculated dance of arousal and teasing, both of us seeing what can taunt the other the best. A game of chicken, but using only our genitals and the knowledge that we are both attracted to the other, and very weak willed. Lauren slowly rubs up and down along my shaft, her movements deliberate. I slide between her thick ass cheeks happily, and slowly we both come fully awake. Her little sighs and my quiet grunts mix as faint morning light spills through the curtains over our bodies. It highlights, literally, the smooth perfection of my sister's body, and how perfectly we fit together.

She presses her back against my chest, now moving her hips only a little to shift against my cock and continue our sexy game. Her hand reaches up over her head, gripping the back of my neck, and she turns her head as she pulls me forward. I know what she wants, and I lean in to give her the kiss she craves. Our tongues dance around each other, writhing around in time with our needy grinding. There's a brief moment where I remember that I have a beautiful girlfriend asleep in my bed, or at least I assume she's still there, I have no idea how long I've been in Lauren's room. But the thought vanishes into the aether when Lauren moans quietly into my mouth and I'm brought back to reality. To the moment.