Justin and Julies' dad might as well have gone back home after his year out in the world learning the ways of the devil. While he'd not returned to his loving but severe Amish family, he kept most of the old values, if not the old ways. He announced - frequently - that while he'd been seduced away from simplicity, he'd at least adhered to moderation. He expected nothing less from his beloved twins.
Others might have viewed their childhood environment as a luxurious prison, but for the J's, as Dad called them when he was in a jovial mood, it was all good. They were home schooled by devout, but brilliant tutors. They were allowed two hours each day of supervised television. While they could tear down and re-build their computers, even even write basic code, their internet access was rigidly controlled. They read voraciously from a huge, carefully screened, but broad-scoped library. Though their mother - whom Julie had been named after - had died while birthing them, their father was often affectionate and they felt loved. Their seclusion on the five hundred acre farm ensured that they had no playmates - but, since they had each other, they didn't miss even that.
From their twelfth birthday on, they'd known that when they turned eighteen they would leave their beautiful sanctuary for college. They often talked about it, wondered what it would be like, what adventures they would have. But, as the time neared, they experienced as much anxiety as excitement. James had seen to that, too. By the time the Day arrived, he was satisfied that they'd be alert for the countless moral pitfalls sure to line their path.
He was wrong. Terribly wrong.
Julie flopped onto the sofa beside her brother. The Boston winter was bitterly cold, and it was pitch dark at seven o'clock. The used TV they'd picked up last week flickered vividly in the dimly lit room. "Whatcha watching?"
Justin made room for her under the quilt and threw an arm over her shoulder as she snuggled in. "A show called 'Springer' or something. Really bizarre. I can't believe how perverted some people are."
"That sounds awful judgmental, J," she chided gently.
"Yeah, well, I don't know what else to call it." He hit the pause button, still marveling a bit at the cable/DVD setup. He pointed toward the frozen screen with the remote. "This guy lost his job putting Dodge vans together last year. His wife was a stay-at-home mom. They ended up putting her to work with what they call an escort agency."
"She a prostitute now. Makes two or three times as much money as her husband did."
Julie sat upright. "She sleeps with other men for money!"
"I don't think she sleeps much," he said wryly.
She frowned. "That's so wrong!"
"Now who's being judgmental, J?"
"Well," she sulked, "maybe we just don't understand their story well enough. Can you rewind it to the beginning?"
"Come on!" Julie yelled. "It's time!"
Justin emerged from the kitchen with sodas and popcorn just as the theme music started. They never missed 'Springer.' Today's show was bound to be epic; a guy was going to tell his best friend since they were kids that he was gay and in love with him. They watched the drama, enthralled, as the straight friend called his now ex-friend every kind of dirty word he could think of.
Julie clicked off the tube and remained cuddled against her brother. "He was kind of cute."
"Both, I guess, but the fag was really hot, don't you think?"
Justin squirmed slightly. "I don't know. I guess, maybe." His voice dropped to nearly a whisper, the way it always did when he shared a secret with her. "There's this guy in my chem class who looks a little like him. He wears lip gloss and a little eye makeup sometimes."
"That's hot," she whispered back, her breath warm in his ear. "Do you ever think about ... you know."
"Gross!" he said, with less emphasis than he'd intended. He was suddenly aware of the side of her breast pressing against his ribs.
"I have," she confided shyly. "Thought about it, I mean."
His eyes widened. "About me and another guy?"
She punched his leg playfully. "No, weirdo! About me and a guy. Doing, uh, oral." She left her hand on his thigh. "But watching you do it would be sexy, too."
He licked his lips, tried to put some banter into his voice. "Maybe we could share."
He felt her tremble. "Yeah. Like that'd ever happen." She glanced up at him. "But you'd look even better wearing makeup than that guy on TV did."
He looked down at her to see if she was kidding. All he saw was her wide green eyes and parted moist lips. He felt his neck bending, his lips parting, and the sudden warmth of her mouth on his. They both moaned softly into one another.
"Wow," they said in unison, before breaking into nervous laughter and unconsciously putting a little distance between themselves on the couch.
"Maybe we should stop watching this crap," he rallied.
"Yeah, we probably should."
But they didn't.
Christmas break was horrible. The family farm outside Hannibal had lost all its glitter. The two weeks of their visit with their dad and relatives felt like years. They managed to cover their restlessness and boredom, convincing one and all that they were the same, that they hadn't changed at all.
"I feel like a total hypocrite," Julie admitted, squeezing her favorite old teddy bear tight.
Justin, laying crosswise across the bottom of her twin bed, nodded. "Guilt sucks. Weird, though. It's not like we've done anything bad. Have we? I mean, watch a little TV, surf a little porn. Is that really so wrong?"
"We got straight A's our very first semester away from home," she added. "Besides, we don't do that stuff anywhere near as much as anybody else. But," she said, tickling his ribs with her toes, "it was really nasty of you to kiss me that time."
He grabbed her foot and tickled her back. "Yeah, I could tell how much you hated it. It wasn't like I tried to give you tongue or anything."
She jerked her foot away. "You wouldn't dare!"
"'Dare?'" he teased. "Did I hear you say 'dare?'"
"At least there's nothing wrong with your hearing," she taunted. "You wouldn't -"
Before she could move, he'd pinned her to the bed. His body pressed her into the mattress. She couldn't speak as he lowered his face toward her. As his lips met hers, her arms, of their own volition, snaked around his neck and pulled him closer. Her mouth opened even before his did. Her moan was close to a growl.
"Whiskey?" she marveled. "Where in the world did you get that?"
It was a warm, humid April day. The windows were open, letting in the unseasonal southerly breeze. The sound of children on a playground came with it, and a few robins celebrating the possibility of worms. The weather forecast was calling for thunderstorms.
"From a guy in class. He says it's the good stuff."
"The cute queer?"
Justin flushed. "His name's Enrico, and I don't think he's queer. He's got a girlfriend."
"Oooohh, Enrico, you've broken my sweet little brother's heart."
"Will you stop?" he laughed, breaking the seal on the bottle. "Want to get drunk?"
She eyed the pint bottle skeptically. "I dunno. There's not very much."
There was plenty, as it turned out. The two teens, virgins with alcohol as with everything else, were tipsy before their second drink was done.
"Let's watch some porn," Julie slurred, heading for the computer.
Justin was having a tiny bit of difficulty speaking, too. "What kind?"
"Who cares? I'm horny. I wanna watch somebody getting fucked."
"'Fucked?' My what a dirty mouth you've got little sister. How about some tranny shit?"
"Yeah. That site with the hot slut who turned her boyfriend out."
"Get outta the chair, damn it. It's my turn."
"Justin," she whined. "I can't see from the floor."
"Then sit in my lap."
"Alright, I will! Am I too heavy?"
"You're a featherweight. But I can't reach the keyboard."
"I can. Look, there's a new set of pics up. Oh, God, J, check out her outfit!"
"Quit squirming around. Yeah, that's hot. A corset - and he's wearing one, too."
"Shit, check out their makeup. They look like such total sluts. What's she doing to him?"
"Fucking him with a strap-on."
"He really likes that!" She groaned. "Shit, it's in her pussy, too! I wonder what that feels like?"
"Sit still, J. I can't see."
"Oh, little brother, are you getting all hot and bothered? Your thingy's pushing against my butt."
"Can you blame me? I bet you're getting all wet, aren't you?"
"I can't help it." She leaned back against him, breathing heavily, gently rolling her hips. "Is this what getting drunk feels like? Which one would you like to fuck?"
He couldn't help but thrust against her. "Either. Both."
"Umm. Me, too. What's it called when you do more than one at a time?"
"Double something. Double penetration."
Her hands drifted to her chest, began squeezing. "I feel crazy, J. So damned horny. I need to touch myself. Is that okay?"
Her hair smelled fresh and clean, but he caught the faintest whiff of musk from somewhere. His hands went to her hips and helped her slide back and forth. "Are you wet?"
"Gushing. My nipples are so hard they ache." She grabbed his wrists. "Here. Feel them."
They felt like pencil erasers inside her bra. As he squeezed them, she arched off him and wailed softly. "I'm gonna cum, J! Please, pinch my tits and make me cum!"
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