Author's Note - Greetings Literotica Community, and welcome to my first published story on the site. Enjoy!
"Axl! Axl! Come on, wake up!"
I was ripped out of an intriguing dream involving me and a gorgeous, well-endowed redhead I'd met at the gym by the sensation of a finger poking deeply and insistently into my shoulder and a distant but familiar voice calling my name. With a groan I took the plugs out of my ears and removed my sleep mask, essentials for me since I'm such a light sleeper. I blinked, looking over and seeing my twin sister Addy, short for Addison, sitting on my bed prodding at my shoulder, a worried look marring her cute pixie-like face. "Thank goodness, Axl, I didn't think you were ever going to wake up," she said, voice tinged with relief.
Yes, my name is Axl thanks to a mom who's a huge Guns n' Roses fan. Our basement is basically a shrine to the band, where she likes to hang out with her friends and blast their music so loud the next county can hear it. Moving on...
"What's going on?" I asked groggily as I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes against the bright morning sun spilling in through wide-open curtains that my sister must have drawn in her efforts to awaken me, through which I could see the trees of the forest that lay beyond our rather isolated country house. "Is something wrong? Is someone hurt?" I asked, concern driving the fog from my mind. "Is it mom? Steve? Jess?"
Addy shook her head, causing her strawberry-blonde waist-length pigtails to swish back and forth. Come to think on it, I mused, my sister looked a lot like the girl at the gym, except the girl, Bree I think her name was, had darker red hair that she wore short, a slightly rounder face and a fuller figure than my sibling. She'd given me her number, and I was looking forward to calling her this evening and setting something up for the weekend, my cock already twitching in anticipation. I hadn't been laid since I broke up with my last girlfriend nearly a month ago, and I was ready to get back in the game.
"No, everyone's fine," Addy assured me, yanking me out of my pleasant daydreams, biting her lip as she considered. "Well, at least I think so."
I rubbed at my head as I looked toward the clock, which read a little past nine, irritated that Addy had woke me up not only early but had yanked me from a very pleasing dream over something she considered an emergency but probably wasn't. I love my sister dearly, but she does have a history of overdramatizing things. We'd both just graduated high school, doing well enough to get aid to cover most of the costs of our higher education. That's why mom had said we could have the summer to do as we please before heading to school in the fall, a situation I intended to take full advantage of, which did not include getting woken up by my sister and her imaginary disasters.
I was about to reply with something snarky, like if she'd finally decided to tell me which school she'd decided on attending. It was a secret she'd for some reason or other decided to hoard like a secret treasure, even from me. While I'd been satisfied to secure a spot at a nearby state school, Addy had really pushed herself to achieve, and as a result received generous offers from many prestigious universities, thanks to a relentless determination unlike any I'd ever seen. Ever since we were kids it'd been like that, once she set her sights on getting something nothing stopped her, especially when someone told her she couldn't have it. So when that idiot Winona Jenkins bullied Addy our freshman year and declared my sister would never make it into college, nothing stopped Addy until she'd proven her wrong, practically sticking her tongue out at the fuming bitch in her valedictory speech.
I was so damn proud of her, but also sad at the thought of us being parted for the first time in our lives. I was actually surprised how much it hurt, and part of me wanted to ask her not to go, but I couldn't be selfish and ruin the opportunity she'd worked so hard to earn.
Sorry, I'm rambling, which I have a bad habit of doing, especially when talking about my sister. Back to the story...
So instead of getting smart and probably getting a smack for my trouble, I took a deep breath and bit back my annoyance, reminding myself of how close we were and how flattered I should feel that Addy always came to me with every problem she had before anyone else, no matter how personal. She would even come to me about things it may have been better for her to talk to mom or our older sister Jess about.
But no matter how awkward, embarrassing or inappropriate I had considered it to be for me to be discussing some things with her, I had never turned her away or made her feel bad for coming to me, and I wasn't about to start now, especially since it would probably be one of the last times she did so.
"Alright sis, give it to me straight. What's the problem exactly?"
She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it. "Well, maybe it's better if you see, or rather hear it for yourself," she said, getting up and heading over to my door and opening it a crack, motioning me over with her hand.
Fortunately by this time the petrified wood I'd developed from that lovely auburn-haired vixen had mostly softened, although still demanding appeasement as soon as I dealt with whatever it was that was bothering my sister. So I threw off the covers, stood up and stretched my limbs as I did every morning, studying my sister as she leaned her head out the door, intent on something beyond.
Maybe it was the way Addy was standing, slightly bent, her backside jutting playfully back toward me. Maybe it was those especially high-cut bright red running shorts she was wearing, showing off not only her long smooth legs toned through four years of a rigorous exercise routine, but that in her bent position also flashed just a hint of her shapely ass cheeks. Or maybe it was because I was a horny teenager, the heat aroused from the as-yet unfulfilled fantasies of that scarlet siren Bree still coursing through my veins, but I felt myself becoming hard again.
What are you doing?!
I berated myself in my most admonishing mental voice, banishing those degenerate thoughts. It wasn't the first time I'd had such fantasies, but it'd never been with my sister right here in front of me. Addy loved me, trusted me, how could I even think of using her in such a disgusting way? I scolded myself. Conjuring images of everything unpleasant I could think of to deflate myself both mentally and physically, I joined my sister at the cracked door. "So what is it?" I asked, looking out into the hall but not seeing anything unusual.
She put a finger to her lips, shushing me quietly as she cupped her ear with her hand, indicating that I should listen. I fell quiet as I leaned my head out, listening intently. And that's when I heard it - what sounded like muffled cries and groans coming from behind the closed door at the opposite end of the hall - our older brother Steve's room. Both he and Jessica, our older sister, a junior and senior in college respectively, were both home for the summer.
I frowned, wondering if Steve might be sick and if I should check on him, when through the peculiar masculine sounds there arose a distinctly feminine shriek. "Oh yes, Stevie, you're doing just great, keep doing it just like that. Fuck!" I heard a woman's muffled voice call out sharply.
I quickly closed my door and leaned against it, my stomach lurching and twisting into knots. Even from this distance and muffled by the door, I know that voice, it belonged to my sister Jessica.
I looked over at Addy, who was staring at me wide-eyed. "Jess is in Steve's room," I said stupidly.
"Yeah, I figured that much out. But what are they doing in there?" she asked.
"It sounds like they're...they're...shit, I can't say it," I said, my mind unable to wrap itself around the enormity of what I was asking it to process, my tongue unable to speak the words to my sister. I went over and sat down on the bed.
"Fucking," Addy said flatly, her eyes still saucers. "I mean, that's what I thought, and if you think that too..." she trailed off, as appalled as I was that our older siblings were daring to do such a thing, and so loudly, with us in the house. "I had no idea that they were...together like that. Did you?" I asked her, my voice sounding weird in my ears.
She came back over and sat down beside me, shaking her head. "I mean, I noticed they were unusually chummy after they got back from college, but to be doing
