Want Sin Try Your Twin Bk 03

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 3

We got up from a nap, walked to a strip center, ate dinner, and took dessert; we came back and watched dumb movies and ate snacks. Den had trouble sleeping, so I turned you over, gave you a full body massage, rubbed your neck, and stroked your hair till you dropped off. The day dawned you're still in bed. I went and checked out the truck looking at all the details they added unasked.

We were shown all the fabulous touches in the truck, a satellite dish with the internet. It was paid for a year as a gift from Jimmy's Dad. A fifty-inch TV mounted to the ceiling swung up over the doorway. It was on locked hooks that could be taken down, and the cord was long enough to hang it over the outside kitchen. The kitchen had a ten by twelve pop-up tent with three walls, and on top of the camper top was a storage travel trunk that held four tall camp chairs with clamp-on table tops. The pantry was full of food, and kitchen tools were loaded.

We left town holding hands, and you say. "Southwest first, then I want to see the ocean. Sorry, I was weird today; I knew Bob found us to save me from you so he could do me with Dad."

I pulled over at the first rest stop. I say. "Den was not defenseless. You and I are both trained. Hell, Jimmy and I took out three church guards. Remember that asshole who tried to get you in his car? I kicked his nuts into his chest and broke his arm in two places. My goodness, it felt like an eye for an eye thing. Sis, hold your hand above your head no higher."

I kicked your hand, and I held mine up over my head. You also kicked it after we spared tossing punches, and you got your confidence back. It showed in your punches. I showed you open palms, and you hit them. As I moved them, you got better. We sat on the bench to cool off and talk.

Den started and says. "Thanks. I guess I needed that all our life goes against the church, and our folks it always end badly. I forgot they taught us how to defend ourselves. So, since we are doing incest and Mom, Dad, and our Uncle want us for themselves, how are we not wrong?"

I say. "Don't know, Sis, but I know loving you is right; every time with you feels perfect. Whether we have sex or not, I'll miss it, but I'm not leaving your side. If you need me to be your Brother and not your lover, I can live with that. It does make me sad just thinking about it. I wonder if what scares you about living with our Uncle is you won't have the right to say no; it's been drilled into us since day one; honor your father's wishes no matter what, or burn in hell. Well bitches that does not work for us."

Denise smiled and says. "As I recall, you asked before you touched me, and if you could, I still think that was sexy."

I say. "Then you're still my wife? For better or for worse?"

Den says. "In sickness and in health till death do us part. Works for me, sin or not; thank you for being my better half."

I say. "Nope, Sis, I need 100% just to stay even with you. You're scary smart. But you certainly are my better half."

I pulled you to me as we kissed, walking back to our truck, We stopped to change out of our shorts for dinner, and I pulled cash out, and we went to a state park. Checking in, we ate at the restaurant in the park. I found a vacant campsite, backed in, and flicked the switch to level the four jacks a bubble level. It took just a few minutes to level the truck. Flipping the camper top up, the noise of electric motors did not last long. It took seconds to put the lock pins in. We walked hand in hand to the showers, you going to the woman's and me to the men's hot water, and lots of it washed the day away.

Denise loaded up the coffeemaker and set the timer as I turned on the satellite receiver and set it to auto-point for the strongest signal. We watched TV, and we found a fun movie to watch. It was about Anne Boleyn. She tried to talk her Brother into fathering a child by her giving the kingdom a son for the king, her husband. You cried at being put in those choices. You turn the TV off, and you switch the generator off as it's ten pm. We can watch anything you want on the laptop, and I see the exact look you gave me when you pushed me down on that motel bed.

Denise says. "I want to watch you get hard, lie on the bed, and take your things off."

I did. My cock was soft, but watching my hot Sister get undressed, it was rising like a waving air-inflated sign you see out the front of stores. I've no clue where that weird thought came from. I was not paying that much attention; I was watching your breast sway, your nipples popped, and you had your head looking down at my cock. I was startled by your hot mouth as it sucked my cock in the side as you stroked me like you watched me do it that night we watched porn. This was 1000 times better than watching porn.

Denise's hands played with my balls as you dragged your nails up and down my flat stomach and around them, playing with them like they were dice. Then, finally, I raised my hip, trying to get in your mouth deeper you gagged, and I pulled you up and kissed your hot wet mouth.

I say. "Sorry dear, would you like to sit on my hard cock?"

Den says. "I took the morning-after pill. It's making me start my period. It grosses me out, but I wanted to please you."

I kissed you, sat up, went to a drawer, opened it, and pulled out a new in-the-box vibrator. I clicked it on.

I say. "Hon, I left the bags worth of sex toys with Jimmy's Dad's at his place there hid there. I told him I might need to get fingerprints off them and have him take them to a reporter, but only if I called. So I told him of finding these and DVDs of home movies, but I could not tell him what they were planning for us for a second."

We need to see if the reporter left me an email. But not right now. Do you mind me holding you, kissing you, getting close, and stopping? It's called edging."

Denise lay against me. Our bodies felt shocked. We kissed, and we kept kissing as I stroked your pussy with the turned-on vibrator. Your wet was making a wet noise. Finally, you pushed my hand away, and you stopped stroking my cock. I felt it throb in your hand.

Stopping, Den says. "Nice, I feel your pulse in my hand. That vibrator feels good, but I would be grateful if you could do everything for me. You hooked me mainlined on your naked touch. You make me tingle every time. It's lovely."

I moaned and came, but my Sister leaned over me. You had me in your mouth. Then, you pulled off and say. "OH, you taste like sin. I am going to eat every drop."

You show me how much you got in your open mouth. Then, you swallowed it and kissed me. Then, your hand kept moving on my hard cock you kissed me again.

I start the vibrator again, and you grasp. "You don't fight fair."

You move your hip to get the vibrator on your clit, trying to come, and I pull the vibrator away to another frustrated moan from you, and you say. "OH hell No!"

We stroked and vibrated each other for over an hour. When we came together, you leaned over and cleaned up the juices you earned, or rather my cum. I had never done so little to be so breathless, and my Sister was right. There was an itch there. We woke up and pulled the covers up after you put a tampon in. Sleeping till the radio turned on with the stock market report from the internet radio and the coffee maker started.

I got up, put the TV up, and used the toilet, You followed, and we sat as you opened my laptop, went online, checked the stock market, and squealed in joy.

You hopped in bed next to me, and you say. "It doubled; I'm moving it to four more that may be risky, so I put less in but still holding back twenty thousand we started with."

We kissed and drank our coffee. You added a clean pair of my gym shorts without putting on clothes because you did not feel as fresh. More of that church upbringing, I plan on perverting my Sister to the ways of pleasure, but I will not be my Dad and push it.

I say. "Hit four out of six games. One was a big risk, but it paid fifty to one. I made forty grand on it alone and another three on the other three. My Sister made ten times that off that one stock tip. Could you keep it up? I need to up my game to keep up with my Sis, but I also want to keep a low profile. I needed to talk this over with you, my partner."

I showed you my numbers.

I say. "How do I up my numbers, Sis? I've made bigger bets before, and my odds go up on winning. But, on the other hand, I've lost money before, so I bet those that I figure the odds are better than a 70% chance of winning, but my spreadsheets of the stats are all online."

Denise says. "Show me, baby, but we need to shower. I love you, but we do not smell fresh right now."

We got dressed and went and showered, and I shaved. It took two days to get a stubble that bothered Den, but it was worth it. We dressed in shorts and tee's and went and worked out. We would need to buy pads and the rest, but we worked out a sweat. I looked in the top carrier, and there was room between the camp chairs for pads and a heavy bags, my dream ride was not living up to my dreams.

Breaking for lunch, we retook a nice clean shower, fleeing strong. I did not take the phone to the shower today, so I checked the phone when we returned as I opened the kitchen and went in to check the phone. Dad called ten minutes ago. I pulled you in and closed the door. It was a tiny bit stuffy and smelled like hot sex. I was going to turn the AC on, but I returned Dad's call. Dad was home one day early and was three states away.

Dad says. "You fucker, where are you two? The damn house is not painted. I'll call the cop on you two."

I say. "Ask Mom to check your toy drawer before you call your world with us in it has ended. Check your email. You have ten minutes, or I will send the whole church your pictures and videos. Everyone in under seconds will get them. You're also going to give us our college money. I send you the bank account number as soon as I set it up.

Almost all ten minutes went by. Then, finally, Dad called me back, and he says. "Why are you doing this? What did you want?"

Not one word if we were safe. It was he was the injured party. It was so freeing that it felt right.

I say. "I need a half a day to get the account set up. You can not look for us; you can not contact us; you can not do shit, you sick fuck. We get what was given to us from our grandparents, our college fund, and you and your church come near us. Bad things will happen a reporter will be given the photos and home movies videos, and the story in Mom's diary on your three having sex with us will be on the news there at a third party, and if I don't call at a certain time, the proof will be on the evening news."

Dad only says. "Mom wants to say goodbye to Denise."

I offer the phone to my Sister, and you shake no, and I say. "No, there is nothing to say after what you put us through at that damn camp. Not to mention what you two have done to us for years."

We heard a string of cuss words, and I cut the phone off and held you. It was lacking in contact, and I took our clothes off, and we just held each other and kissed. Until dinner, when we dressed and cooked some eggs and pancakes outside the kitchen, the flies were quite a bother. I felt the closeness I wanted in my dreams, but you did not complain, but the small size of our world was taking some getting used to.

We checked the emails, and there was one from Casey. I texted her back, and you called me. We sat beside a campfire, holding hands as I recounted my week of the scary straight to the reporter.

Then it was Denise's turn you were sent to a website give a pass-code and we watched the video, I say. "You want to tell this alone, Den? Let go of my hand, and I'll take a walk."

You did not let go of my hand. You held it tighter. You told of the girls being made to strip for inspection to see if they were still virgins, and every female counselor was there watching with what looked like tiny digital cameras. You said there was a huge mirror there. One of the girls touched the mirror. Her finger touched her reflection. It was a two-way mirror. The entire male staff watched in the room during their girl-on-girl kissing test. Den watched the videos from camp, and you narrated what was going on. Finally, we said goodnight, and I closed the kitchen up, pouring water on the campfire, and we went to bed and planned on leaving early.

Den says. "I do love you, but it's nice being outside and all, but we need a home with more space. It's very romantic, but I would not shower on the truck. The white gravel would show my blood, and well, it's just too gross. But sitting around the campfire with you was quite nice. You think Dad will leave us alone enough to get a home for us, baby?"

I say. "He did cuss me out. Was that a sign? Remember the last time he beat us for playing Doctor as kids? He did cuss. If he messes with us, I turn him in for incest."

I stopped talking, and you put your pants on as I did mine. I checked if the kitchen was locked, preventing it from swinging loose and locking the TV with a safety strap. I put the awning up and rechecked everything. I pulled out the locking pins, went to the cab, and say. "Need to pee?"

You say. "In an hour or so, let's go."

I drove off and pulled into a gas station. Den pulled my phone out and searched on how to check for trackers. We found a spy store that carried a tester that found trackers. It was eighty bucks. I took the tester, walked the car, and found one on the spare tire cover. I checked the ashtray I bought a new/used one on EBAY last year I looked at the tag it was added online about the week it came in. It was the one spot that was not touched. The tape said not to remove. Looking in the ashtray on the bottom, it had an apple tag covered in a piece of tape.

I left it at the truck stop putting it on a truck that was making a delivery that pulled out and went to a giant 24-hour truck stop across the highway. I followed and waited at the truck stop as the trucker went in to eat. I called Jimmy and had him check if our Uncle Bob was home. Jimmy called back and says the neighbor across the street who dislikes Bob said your folks left midday yesterday. All three were in Bob's car, and they drove off fast. I did the math in my head, but I needed to catch up in the math I asked you.

Denise says. "If they stopped for gas and all three drove in shifts, there should be here soon. You're doing a fine job of staying one step ahead of our Dad. Thank you, baby, for keeping us safe."

We parked and waited for an hour, and we saw Uncle Bob's car with Dad and Mom. They came to take their babies home. They drove by passed the camper. It looked nothing like it did in parts under the carport plus the tag was in the truck only back lot. Finally, the car stopped, and all three went inside to use the restroom and get coffee. My guess to pee and prepare for battle.

I pull down my watch cap and take a written note that reads.

"Listed the account number and said if the money was not moved by ten am, the thousands of emails and the contents of toy box would be on their way to the media. We gave our interviews to the reporters earlier."

I opened the door lock with a tool, dropped the note on the dash, and opened the hood taking the Distributor Cap & Rotor, and Den watched for them. She then dropped the ice pick near the tire as two got flat on the bottom from a hole not sure how that happened.

I called Bob's cell phone number from the payphone over by the eighteen-wheeler and say. "You got busted, you brother fucker. Wonder how the law firm will like the boss getting the same email as the church. Your face is so clear as your sucking your Brother off. Did you sick bastards ever think we wanted your nasty old shit? Not once was it about what we wanted in life, and it damn sure was not my folks that we wanted. If the money were not moved by ten am, everyone in the world would know of your incest and your attempted rape of us. Our Mom writes everything down."

We drove about six hours away, and by nine am, we were at a campground and checked the account. It's less than a third I got a text that read. "We spent it raising you two spawns of Satan."

I sent a text.

"Then good by your lied to us you used us you stole our money. Emails were sent, and Denise had a great idea. A copy of the DVD is being sent to the law. Have fun running from incest is a ten-year prison sentence."

I sent a text to Jimmy's Dad.

"The reporter has been called. She is coming by to pick up the stuff."

Den looked over my shoulder, resting her chin on it, and you say. "I was so grossed out seeing Mom on the DVD cases I used my handkerchief to pick the things up, and I noticed you did not touch any of them with out a napkin."

I sent a text to Casey. "The info on where to pick it up and say the law has a copy of the home movies but not the rest. Please have the toys sent on to the police."

We stopped at a campground and set the truck up, and we laid down and held each other till you stopped crying. I had tears in my eyes, but I did nothing but hold you. Taking my things off, and you let me take yours off. I see no signs of you wanting sex. You were looking for touching, and we shared love. We kissed and talked about what came next.

I say. "You should use all of it to earn money so we can buy a place somewhere, two wings and a common room. Sound good, Sis?"

Denise says. "Hon, based on your numbers, you need to tweak your math this way. Watch Dan."

You showed me the laptop, changed the math, rewritten the code in the program, and then handed me the computer, and you say. "Half I invest in half. You work your magic, Dude; you're the reason we are together, not getting it in the ass by our Uncle. But, of course, you started with a hundred bucks."

I say. "Fourteen games matched my criteria before you changed my calculator."

I reran the teams. Six teams matched at 85%, and eight hit at 75%.

Den says. "What is the latest you can post a bet on these teams? Drop twenty thousand on each of the six teams and two thousand on the eight."

I say. "No problem, dear."

I went online, moved money from our college fund, added it to my card, and placed the bets.

I say. "For better or worse, it's done, dear; that took a third. You should use the rest and buy stocks."

You say. "Yes, but not now. Now I want my husband to sleep with me. I do it when we wake up. We're not in anyone's time now. We're on our way to our life."

I did that. I latched the back door and pulled the covers up, and you turned the light off. We woke twice in the night, once to the rattle of thunder waking us. We started to make love as rain patted the camper's top. I started like I did every time so far, just by kissing you; your arousal builds in till your neck goes red. Do I hold your full firm breast in my hands, teasing your nipples one after the other?

Den moaned in my mouth as your fingers found my hard cock. You sighed and say. "How are you always hard when my hand touches you?"

I say. "Because when I kiss you, I feel your love for me. Even your breath is a turn, Hon."

I start stroking near your pussy. I tease you much as you did me. Your moans have begun to sound like heaven to me, as if you are indeed an angel. I suck your nipple in my mouth as you push up from the bed, trying to get all your breast in my mouth to try as hard as I can, but third is all I can do. Your fingers of one hand are playing with your balls I mean my balls. I know they're on my body, but you own them. Your clit was hard when I slipped my fingers into your hot pussy lips. I found the string, pulled it out, and dropped it in the trashcan.