The Twins’ Halloween

This is my entry in the Literotica Halloween 2024 story contest. If you enjoy it, please remember to vote by giving it some stars at the end.

This story includes sibling romance. It's a work of fiction, and all characters are over the age of eighteen.

Many thanks to a Lit volunteer editor, neuroparenthetical, for helping me keep my verb tenses right.

With apologies to Punxsutawney Phil.

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"What do you think, Larry? Am I hot enough?"

Larry looked up from his breakfast and saw his twin sister standing there in a naughty nurse costume. "Wow! That's an understatement. You'll knock them dead at the party tonight." He hated to admit it, but she had taken his breath away, and he'd accidentally told her how he

really

felt.

Lana was tall and slender, with 36D breasts that ordinarily wouldn't require any help being front and center. The costume she wore was quite short on the bottom, flared outward by a lace petticoat under the skirt. Her long legs were hugged by sheer white stockings. They were held up by a white garter belt and covered down below by a pair of candy-apple-red stilettos.

"What is this?" Larry teased, regaining his composure. "Are you changing majors? Are you gonna be a nurse... or a hooker?"

"Oh, pick a lane, you perv," Lana retorted playfully. "I decided I'd try something a little daring for our first costume party at college. If you're going to call me hot and then a whore, you should be whipping your own back with one of those weird... whip things - you know, like those religious weirdos do."

Larry had always had kind of a thing for his sister— a secret crush. He knew it was juvenile to think of it that way, but it was accurate. She was certainly conventionally attractive, but dressed as she was, Larry found her more than merely attractive; she was downright seductive.

Realizing he'd dug himself into a hole, he awkwardly attempted to claw his way out. "I said that you'd knock

them

dead at the party tonight -- you know, all the dumb, drunk, horny idiots."

Lana rolled her eyes at her brother. Then she glanced down at her left hand and spared another eye roll for herself. "Oh, shit, I almost forgot the hat!" She put her nurse's cap on and cocked her hips to one side. "There. Now I'm classy."

Larry looked at her outfit and wondered if his nurse would play doctor with him. "You know, it's a bit disturbing to see my sister looking so h-- er, looking like bait for drunk horndogs. Maybe put on a raincoat or something."

She spun around and poked her ass out at her brother. "Here. Kiss this first, then I'll put a coat on."

"I'm just saying that you're going to get a lot of attention in that getup — maybe even attention you don't necessarily want."

"The only thing worse than unwelcome attention is no attention at all. Wait— isn't that a quote by Oscar Wilde?"

Larry rolled his eyes right back at Lana. "Give me a break! Are you seriously throwing nineteenth-century lit at me right now? We're not in class, so you can be dumb as usual. Speaking of which, that's not exactly how the quote goes."

"Close enough. You get the idea, anyway."

Larry and his twin sister, Lana, were in their freshman year at a large southern university. Their parents had rented a two-bedroom apartment for them that was within walking distance of campus. Since it was still early in their very first year, both of their circles of friends were rather small, and had more overlap than Lana would care to admit. Larry didn't have a girlfriend — and, to his surprise, Lana didn't have a boyfriend — so he'd opted to take her to the Halloween party as his 'date.'

"Man, this is going to be great!" said Lana. "And after it's over, I can be someone's private nurse! I'll need to practice giving sponge baths."

Larry had an image pop in his head of Lana washing his naked body with a warm, soapy sponge. He was ashamed of himself for having such thoughts, but they aroused him nevertheless. "Just don't do those baths here. I don't need to know about that shit." That's what he said, but what he thought was,

Me first!

"Should I wear this outfit all day? Some people even go shopping in their Halloween costumes. I'd fit right in."

"Lana, if you decide to go shopping dressed like that, let me know and I'll go with you — partly just to see if you actually go through with it, but mostly to protect you from creeps."

"I'll take you up on that! It will be nice knowing my brother is there to protect me. Let me know when you're ready to go."

"I gotta ask something," he said. "Are you aware that if you bend over at all, your panties will be on display? I hope you're wearing something more substantial than a thong."

"I am," she said with a smirk, "but if you don't mind confirming that you're a pervert, you're free to check for yourself." She enjoyed teasing him like that - but not nearly as much as she would've enjoyed him finally taking her up on her offers.

Larry finished his breakfast, and the two of them headed out to the grocery store. They had a car, but the store was only half a block away, so they walked. Lana remained in her sexy nurse outfit as promised - or threatened. Larry felt like her personal bodyguard. He couldn't help but notice the number of stares she got from people, especially from other students. Seeing other guys openly leer at his sister irritated him; he'd never have called it jealousy, but that's just about what it was.

It did Larry's state of mind no favors that Lana was basking in that attention. She'd never put herself out there in such a way before, and she loved it. She could feel her nipples stiffening and a slight moistening between her legs. She hadn't anticipated being sexually aroused by the shopping trip, but she didn't mind it either.

At the grocery store, Larry stayed a couple steps behind his sister.

Don't want anybody creeping on her from behind... Ah, who am I kidding? It's so

I

can creep on her from behind.

He was not only enjoying her rear end, but her legs as well. His sister's legs were perfect as far as he was concerned— precisely the right balance of muscles and grace. They tapered from her ankles to her thighs, disappearing under her skirt just as they joined her ass. He knew it was wrong to have such an interest in his sister, but he didn't see it as a problem as long as she didn't find out. He knew he needed to make sure she didn't catch him staring, but he didn't think it was likely. As far as he could tell, Lana's focus was front-facing - on everything and everyone

but

him.

The truth of the matter wasn't so clear-cut. She wasn't looking at her brother, but she was still thinking about him — hoping that he was checking her out, and perhaps even getting hard while doing so.

She had been having her own confusing feelings about her brother for a long time, akin to his 'crush' on her. She'd never put a label on it, but she'd had a growing curiosity about what he was hiding in his jeans. She would regularly sneak looks at his fully clothed crotch, declaring her own personal victory any time she could see a bulge. She'd come to see those 'victories' as somewhat hollow, however, since what she actually wanted to see was still hidden in his pants. She'd thought about 'accidentally' walking in on him while he was in the shower, for example, but hadn't had the courage to follow through.

A fair part of Lana's hesitation was due to the fact that they were siblings; she was painfully aware of how improper her feelings were. She couldn't help herself, though. She wanted Larry to see her for the woman she was. Even though it was kind of cheesy, she'd purposefully used Halloween as an excuse to don a costume and pretend to be a vixen for her brother.

There in the grocery store, every time she caught somebody else staring at her - especially if it was a man - she hoped that it would motivate her brother to do what she lacked the courage to do herself.

He's the man

, she thought to herself,

and I'm fucking hot. He should be the one pursuing me!

It sounded good in her head, but Lana didn't know if Larry thought of her that way, and she was too afraid to press the issue. Indeed, she was so nervous that she barely spared her brother a glance throughout the entire shopping trip.

"Are you wearing that to class?" Larry asked her at one point. "Aren't you worried that one of your professors might kick you out?" Larry only had two classes that day: one just before lunch and one right after. Lana's classes started at the same time as Larry's, but she had one additional class in the afternoon.

She answered him without turning around. "Larry, it's not like I'm naked. Yeah, it's kind of revealing, but it's generally accepted that students are going to be wearing costumes today. They must have mentioned it in some of your classes, didn't they?"

"You're right. I did hear something about it. I just didn't associate it with you looking all hot and sexy."

Lana was momentarily at a loss. He'd confessed to what she'd hoped was true: that he thought she was sexy.

Maybe he

does

think of me that way.

She wasn't sure if she was reading more into it than she should, but she promised herself that she would revisit the shower idea.

They each went to their respective classes; Lana once again followed through and didn't get changed, or even cover up. Larry discovered during his classes that she had been right; they were filled with people wearing a variety of Halloween costumes. Unsurprisingly, many of the girls caught his attention. He saw rather a lot of Halloween brides, some sexy schoolgirls, a few Alice in Wonderland costumes, and a bunch of cheerleaders — though the cheerleaders were obviously not wearing the school's official uniforms. It made concentrating on calculus difficult for him, to say the least.

When he arrived back at the apartment that afternoon, he was rather worked up. He was about to retire to his bedroom to masturbate when his phone rang. His friend Dennis was on his way over to play video games - and, as always, had simply assumed that Larry had nothing better to do and was down for company. Larry briefly considered whether masturbating in the middle of the day qualified. Ruefully, he concluded that it did not.

Having his best friend from back home attend the same college as him had been, and continued to be, a mixed blessing - one that stacked atop his sister doing the same and also being his housemate. He took some comfort in the fact that he'd never be truly friendless or alone, but he wondered if "Larry 2.0" would ever emerge if Dennis and Lana kept him acting like "Larry 1.0" always had - same conversations, same dynamics, same hobbies, same everything.

He decided to shrug off that unease.

Hey, first college party tonight. That's new. So what if I play some video games beforehand?

As was typically the case in their

ad hoc

tournaments, Dennis kicked his ass, but they had to cut it short because of the party. Lana had come home earlier, and the three of them rode to the party in Dennis's car.

The two guys spent the evening trying to find girls to chat up, but it seemed like the women were all either with a date or not interested in lowly freshmen. They ended up hanging around the keg, hoping for a bit of luck with a female — any female. There was plenty of eye candy, but none of them were biting on Larry's pickup lines.

Lana didn't have the same problem. Whenever Larry looked her way, she had one or two guys flirting with her. He wished he could be one of her suitors. He wanted to openly flirt with his sister — look at her curves in her sexy costume and have her touch his arm while they laughed together. He was having a lot of trouble denying the obvious that night -- that the ugly feeling he was feeling was jealousy. He shook his head, knowing he was supposed to suppress it. He'd been doing so for years, and didn't want to lose control right there, at their first college party.

Lana enjoyed the attention after a fashion, but her thoughts kept straying to Larry.

Why can't he work up the nerve to chat me up a little bit? Oh, Jesus, Lana, listen to yourself! You're out in public! Even if your brother was completely obsessed with you, he wouldn't risk being so obvious in front of so many other people.

Once again, it all sounded very sensible in her head... and yet, her disappointment persisted. She even had a few uncharitable thoughts towards Dennis, in spite of the fact that she didn't necessarily dislike him.

Why is Larry hanging around Dennis, when there's a room full of us sexy women to flirt with? Come on, dude, get with it!

The evening wore on, then wound down. Much to Larry's surprise and relief, Lana didn't run off with any of the guys who'd chatted her up at the party. Lana wasn't shocked at all that Larry hadn't made any headway with any of the girls there; circumstances being what they were, the kind of jealousy Larry felt for his sister simply wasn't on her radar. Nevertheless, she did feel a particular kind of frustration at how the evening had gone - or hadn't -- no matter how unreasonable she knew her fantasies and taboo desires were.

Dennis chauffeured them both home before heading back to his dorm. Lana did a passable job of pretending that she'd had a good time at the party and was merely tired. She went to her room, not sure why she was so horny — whether it was the attention she'd gotten at the party, or the attention she'd missed from Larry.

She stripped off her nurse costume and stood in front of her full-length mirror in just her bra and panties, her boobs straining to escape.

I look hot,

she told herself.

I could have been sleeping with one of about a dozen different guys I met tonight, but instead, I'm here waiting for my brother to make a move. Shit.

She sat on the edge of her bed and reached behind her to unhook her bra. Then she laid back and slid her hand under the waistband of her panties, her fingers combing through a neatly manicured triangle of hair. Her middle finger slid down between her lips; she spread her legs and gently massaged her nub.

Fantasies swirled about in her mind, each gently suggesting it was the right one for the moment. Her favorites all involved her brother. That night, she was picturing him in her bed, his hands exploring her body. She inserted a finger in her vagina, and in her fantasy, it was his hard cock. One finger became two, then three. She fingered herself to orgasm, moaning her brother's name as she came.

While Lana was getting herself off, Larry was dealing with his frustration at how his evening had gone. He had barely noticed Lana when she'd disappeared into her room; he was badly in need of some relief. He retreated to his bedroom, locked the door, stripped naked, and lay on the bed. He was on his back with his legs spread apart, and his dick was halfway hard before he even touched it. He grasped his shaft and used his thumb and forefinger to gently roll his glans back and forth. His finger rested squarely on his frenulum, his thumb in the groove of his crown.

His mind was filled with thoughts and images of his sister, her naughty nurse persona playing out in an imagined scene. He fondled his balls, pretending nurse Lana was examining them. In his fantasy, she bent over him as he lay on his bed, her luscious breasts tumbling out of her uniform. He started stroking his manhood in earnest, and as he closed his eyes, he could imagine she was masturbating him, her soft hands traveling up and down his erection. He pretended his naughty nurse was checking his penis to make sure it worked properly. The hand occupied with his balls reached down a little further to press on his perineum, and he could feel his cock swell every time he pushed in.

He started to leak precum. He squeezed his cock at the root, then milked himself to get a large trickle out of his tip. He wiped it off and sucked it from his fingers. He loved tasting his own precum, and he wondered if his sister would ever do him the honor of licking the stuff directly from the tiny hole at the end of his penis.

He felt an orgasm on its way, and he savored the anticipation. He'd always pictured an orgasm like a living entity. It was approaching him, coming toward him — the embodiment of 'coming.' For the first time, however, that entity had a definitive face. In his mind's eye, the rapturous feeling was actually his sister in her sexy nurse outfit. She was the very essence of his climax, and, befitting sex personified, she looked like she was going to cum herself.

He knew it - she -- had arrived. He arched his back as his penis started to pulse, the first waves of orgasm striking his throbbing cock.

***

"What do you think, Larry? Am I hot enough?"

Larry looked up from his breakfast and saw his twin sister standing there in a naughty nurse costume.

He was totally confused. He had just been fucking himself in bed, late at night; he was sure of it, but he was no less certain that he was sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast, both seeing and feeling the morning sun streaming through the windows. He wondered if he had passed out, and if so, how he had gotten himself to the kitchen. He looked at Lana and wondered why she was still wearing the nurse costume.

"Oops," Lana said, staring a bit bashfully at the accoutrement in her own left hand, "I almost forgot my hat." She put her nurse's cap on and cocked her hips to one side.

Larry's thoughts were all over the place, trying to make some sense of things. He felt like he was supposed to say something, and seemed to recall telling Lana she might want to cover up a bit, so he did just that.

She spun around and poked her ass out at him. "Here. Kiss this first, then I'll cover up."

The overwhelming feeling of déjà vu made him dizzy. It was like someone had hit the repeat button. He couldn't figure out what had happened, but he knew it was beyond weird.

Lana noticed his confused look. "What is it? What's wrong? Are you worried that I'll attract the wrong kind of attention? You know what they say— the only thing worse than unwelcome attention is no attention at all. Wait— isn't that a quote by Oscar Wilde?"

"Yeah. Nineteenth century lit," Larry muttered. It was all he could think of saying. He wondered if he was the victim of a prank: the 'trick' part of 'trick or treat.'

Lana looked at her brother with mild concern. "Are you okay? You're acting weird. Maybe you need to get out and go for a walk. Do you want to go shopping with me? I thought I'd wear this costume to the store. A lot of people do that, so I'd fit right in. It could be fun."

Without really thinking about it, he asked about her panties.

"Yes," she replied, "I am wearing panties, but if you don't mind confirming you're a total pervert, feel free to check!"

Larry got out his phone and looked at the calendar. It said it was Halloween — again. He still wasn't entirely sure he hadn't been drugged, but he considered the likelihood that his sister would have agreed to be a part of that. He legitimately felt as though he gotten a glimpse of the future; he wondered if perhaps he was suddenly psychic, and if so, how quickly he could make friends with a stockbroker.

He accompanied Lana to the store, noting the guys who leered at her. There were some guys he hadn't noticed before.

Was that last time,

he thought,

or next time — or what-the-hell time?

He was too preoccupied to think much of it; he assumed that he merely hadn't noticed them in his vision or dream.

Larry knew almost all the items Lana was going to buy, only missing a couple — another failure of his attention during his vision, he decided. He was slowly becoming comfortable with his foreknowledge and with its limitations. He started thinking about the ramifications, and how it could improve his love life.

No more worries about 'getting lucky.' I'll know how the date ends every time

.