Everyone is 18+ in the this story of love and lust with family. I rode the short bus in school and am dyslexic and use software and editors to make it fun to read. Everyone in this story is 18+
Want Sin? Try your Twin.
Book 2
Den says. "I don't want to go home. We should leave now and never go back. I feel so dirty that kissing and getting shocked is bullshit."
I kissed you. The shocks we got were of our own making. It was unlike that truth or dare at the church camp when kissing a strange girl last summer. This was something special.
I say. "Den, I have been planning on leaving for school, the two of us and my rebuilt truck camper on a 1972 Chevy F100 baby-blue, and it's almost done. There are just a few things left to do on the rear end and brakes."
Den says. "How do you always have the cash to use to do whatever we want?"
I chuckled and say. "I thought you would have asked before now. I have been playing poker online now for a year and six months. I took the winnings starting with a hundred bucks. I started placing bets on sports games the second week with the poker winnings. My win column is five times higher than my losses, thanks to your help in the math. My second bank account is much larger than the amount the church university wants for four years.
Our folks have given you our credit card with our college expenses for four years to be paid off by our folks from our college fund.
Den says. "How much do you have a baby?"
I say. "We have about 150 thousand. I was waiting to finish fixing the truck, and I was going to ask you to leave with me; our folks don't get to tell me who I am or who I should love. You know it's you, by the way?"
Den says. "I waited for years for you to tell me this. You know it makes us sick, and we will burn in hell."
I say. "Den, You're sounding like Dad now. Where do you want to disappear to?"
The guards came before you could answer, they got us and took us to the cafeteria, and it was a kissing test again, only this time it was me teamed up with a strange girl, and we were both hooked up to the transformers and if we did not kiss you get a shock. The girl I was in the chairs with was cute, but she was not my Sister. She did not want to kiss me.
I whispered and say. "These folks are dumb. You kissing a guy is not going to make you strait. Please let me kiss you, and they will let us go."
We kissed before they lit us up, but they did too slowly anyway. We got hit, and I saw smiles on the camp counselors' faces. I thought they liked causing pain and getting five thousand a class. We had time in a room to wash up in a wash basin from the hit of the transformer. Finally, I got a chance to talk to Casey. She flashed me her glasses, which had a camera in them. She gives me a slip of paper with a newspaper number and a second number to call if she does not get out. She asked me to watch the door as she stood in the corner, building a phone and putting pieces together from her shoe. Her belt has a sim card with internet service and uploads the videos to the cloud. She was taking the phone apart and hiding it again. We returned to the room to another couple unwilling to kiss, and they got hit three times.
The last day was hell. They took us to a room with a lie detector test they strapped me to a heavy wooden chair. Its seat was stained with pee. The wax was all white. They showed me gay porn, and it did not turn me on. Thank goodness they hooked me to a 12-volt car battery on my balls. If I were not strapped down first, they would have never given them an inch taking my shorts off.
They showed me straight sex with a 'Married couple,' Yes, it turned me on, but it was crap. It seemed sick and well below church standards. It was not high-end porn. It was something found on someone's Dad's videotape.
It made the week feel extra crusty, but I did not get shocked. I guess I passed. I was given a green bus pass. I hung outside to see my Sis come out, and she did.
Den waved at me, keeping her hands low, and her head looked down. You flashed me your green card and our gang signs. You were pissed, but that sign was Stay away. They made us take a knee and pledge to remain pure. A purity ring was attached to our ring finger. It was clamped in place, unable to be taken off. I have the tools at home to take them off. We did not get a chance to talk before getting on one of the two buses we both passed. We had green cards. I saw that Casey girl sitting up front.
Two of the camp counselors rode on our bus sitting behind us. We were unable to talk on the ride home. We got to the church, and folks were picking up their kids; nobody looked happy, but we all had that Stepford wife's smile. Our folk's car came to get us, but it had our Uncle Bob driving.
He says. "Get in. Nana and Pops were in a car crash. Your folks drove up to stay with them. They are alright, just in bad shape, and I will see them as soon as I drop you two off. You two are grounded, and the fridge is full, as is the pantry. Your folks will be back in a week or less."
Our Uncle came in with us. He went to the downstairs half-bath and left. Denise pulled out the credit card with our college money.
You say. "I'm starving."
You pick up the phone, order half the Chinese food menu, and put it on your card.
I say. "Sorry, Den, but no way will Dad approve the charges. All charges have to pass by Dad. The card is useless too. Leave it here. He does not let us eat junk food."
I got my card, and the house phone rang, and they asked for another card. I gave Den my card. We ate when it got here. We talked about me fixing the truck, and Den could finish the camper space in the back. Getting started rather than sleeping, I started on the truck, and Denise stayed asleep.
The shell lifted and expanded out, but it needed paint and new bed covers with a new mattress, and I still had to add the outside kitchen on it, drill eight bolt holes, and hook the wiring up. It also has a bolt-on awning and a shower with curtains for privacy and the same for the toilet on the tailgate. I took the busted differential off and mounted the new one; there are still a dozen more to do. I jot down the times it would take to fix it, and it's over four days without sleep. I sat in the kitchen as we ate the last of the leftovers.
I say. "Pack our bags, your laptop, leave it here. Dad put spyware on both of ours, but I got mine in the plumbing crawl space and my bank. I'll show you. Come with me."
I take you to my closet; the smelly, dirty clothes hamper I moved out of the way.