A New Kind Of Game (closed)

[RawDog33]

I was sitting on the couch, happily zooming along in his MarioKart game, without a care in the world. Life was good. I had just graduated high school, I had a scholarship to ride into Golden State University, and a whole summer in front of me to just, fucking finally, slack the fuck off.

After all, I had busted my ass, for years now, and it was all paying off.

Of course, there were still chores to do around the house, but I’d learned that if I just took care of my shit, I’d be in good shape. Today was my day to do laundry, and it was happily running at this very moment.

I felt bad for my sister, though. It was Lexie’s day to do the dishes, and our mother was cooking up a damn feast! She probably felt bad that she and Dad were going to be away, on some whatever-the-fuck-they-do business in Europe, for a month. Regardless, Mom was intent on fixing a metric shit-ton of food. And Lexie was up in her room, no doubt smelling all the food being cooked.

I was well aware that she knew it was her night to do dishes, but I couldn’t help but remind her, quickly and quietly snapping a picture of Mom and the dishes already piling up. I sent her the pic, in a text, and wrote “you’re on dishes have fun”

 

[GoodatBad]

Lying in bed still lazily clad in my yoga shorts and t-shirt, I continued the endless scroll through recent photos of my friends on Instagram. I had been hard at work earlier, madly pinning inspiration to my ‘dream dorm’ board on another social media app because no one makes lists by hand anymore, obviously, but now I was bored of it. Frankly, I wasn’t all that in a rush to move out of my parents’ home though I was excited to be going off to college. Apart from the chores they still insisted that we do while under their roof, my twin brother and I had it really good here.

The two of us got along better than most siblings I knew. Sometimes I tended to forget we were even related, despite the familiarity of our shared features.

I rolled over onto my stomach and made a face at the text notification that popped up on my screen. Of course Leo had to rub this in my face. He knew I abhorred it when it was my turn to do the dishes. Rolling my eyes, I wrote back, “Thanks for the reminder, bro. So sweet.”

Laundry was so easy, he barely had to do anything but wait around for it to be done. Sighing, I added, “Trade? Pretty please,” attaching a photo of me pouting my lips.

 

[RawDog33]

Just then I heard the buzzer sound from the basement, signaling that washer and dryer were finished with their loads. I shot a quick reply back to Lexie: “LOLOLOL no way sis”

I headed down to the basement to switch the laundry around. My bedroom was down here, while Lexie’s was all the way up on the second floor. I never really quite understood why our parents had moved me down here when we were fourteen, although it was probably an attempt to put a stop to all the secret sleep-overs we would have in each other’s rooms when they were right next to each other. Now one of us would have to navigate two sets of creaky stairs and slip unnoticed past our parents’ bedroom.

I started the next loads and went about sorting the clean laundry into baskets for each person in the house.

 

[GoodatBad]

I figured I wouldn’t get very far with my half-assed effort to sway Leo into a favor. I knew I could rely on him when it really counted, but he wasn’t typically the type to budge when it came to chore swaps. I couldn’t blame him really since I wouldn’t be easy to persuade either. I was still hopeful though, until I received his response.

Groaning, I pushed up on my bed to sink back on my knees. “Oh come on. Just got a gel manicure yesterday!” I typed. Even after I sent the text off, I realized that sympathy wasn’t going to get me anywhere. Leo had nothing to gain from doing my chores. I couldn’t bribe him with money either since I didn’t have any cash lying around.

I thought about it for a split second, something that would appeal to most men, which would of course include my twin. Smirking a little as I messaged once more, I hit send before fully thinking through what I was offering.

“If you cover my dish duty.. I’ll totally blow you.”

I was kidding, obviously. Though as I reread the offer to myself, I kind of wondered if he’d go for it.

 

[RawDog33]

My phone buzzed in my pocket as I was finishing up the laundry sorting, and my eyes went wide at her proposition. I immediately felt a rush of blood to my loins, and I nearly dropped the basket I was carrying to our parents’ closet.

I set the basket down on their bed and glanced up at the ceiling. No way was she serious. I mean, we joked about sex stuff quite a bit when we knew we were out of earshot of mom and dad.

“You are so full of shit” I texted back, followed with an emoji:

Then I headed back downstairs to get the last laundrybasket, Lexie’s.

 

[GoodatBad]

It wasn’t a flat out ‘no’ and that’s how I knew I’d caught Leo’s attention. Grinning to myself at the shocked expression I presumed was on his face as he read that last text, I felt somewhat victorious. Like if I pushed just a little further, I’d definitely get my way. I was quite good at teasing guys, in my estimation. It wouldn’t be hard; he might get off on the mere idea enough to cave.

It crossed my mind that maybe I shouldn’t mess with my brother’s head like that, but I reasoned there’s no real harm if no one else knows about it. It’s not like I was really going to do it anyway. But it was amusing to lead him to think I might… and I kind of liked thinking that he might want me to...

“Am I?”

My brother was a good-looking guy and from what I could tell from glimpses here and there, his body was nothing to sneer at. I’d thought about what his cock might be like, but figured it’s not strange to be curious.

 

[RawDog33]

She promptly responded with a teasing “Am I?” which caused me to just shake my head and chuckle. No way was she for real. And even if she was, would I really take her up on it? I mean, don’t get me wrong, my sister was fucking hot, and if we hadn’t been related I’d have been trying to get in her pants for ages.

But, she was my sister! My twin no less.

I picked up her basket of clothes, noting with a smirk the assorted bras and panties contained within. I headed up the stairs, through the house, and up to the second floor, and knocked lightly on her door a few times before opening it.

“Special delivery for little miss cocksucker,” I teased her as I came inside.

 

[GoodatBad]

I watched my messages intently for my brother’s retort, but he didn’t send one. I pouted a little, figuring the game was over already. Maybe he’d gotten busy with whatever else he was doing downstairs. I never really put my finger on why, but I loved when Leo gave me special attention. I craved it really. All those times when we teased one another and skirted around topics we knew we shouldn’t, when he blew his friends off to hang out with me instead, the way, I swear, I’ve caught him staring when he thought I didn’t notice…

I perked up when I heard the knock at my door - the handsome face of my twin poking into the room a moment later. The corner of my mouth curved in a smirk at what he called me. I didn’t hate it, though I probably should’ve. I crawled to the edge of my bed and waited there on my knees, reaching out to grasp the side of the basket that he was carrying, keeping him close to me for the time being.

“You don’t think I was serious?” I teased, my dark brow tauntingly arched.

 

[RawDog33]

I watched her as she crawled across the bed towards me, reaching out to grab the laundry. I swear, I could watch that all day; her shapely legs bare, her ass tightly covered in tiny tight shorts, her heavy tits swinging just a bit in that tight shirt.

I set the laundry basket down between us on the bed and looked her in the eye.

“Of course not,” I replied to her question. “You’re totally full of shit. No way would you ever get down on your knees and fucking blow me.”

It was almost a dare, the way I said it. I picked up a tiny thong out of the basket. “How do you fold these again?” I asked her with a smirk.

 

[GoodatBad]

When Leo set the laundry basket down on the bed, I shifted slightly, lowering my hands, to steady myself on my knees. The back of my neck started to grow warm as he challenged my words, outright challenging me to prove him wrong. I generally wasn’t a competitive type of person, but something in my twin’s disbelieving tone goaded me on.

“Well,” I shrugged a shoulder, leaning forward to pluck my thong from his hand. “I’m on my knees already…” I tossed the scrap of fabric behind me on the bed, not caring where it landed so long as Leo’s focus stayed on me “...and I’m desperate not to wash dishes.”

Tilting my head slightly to the side, nibbling my lower lip I grasped the laundry basket and moved it out of the way so it wasn’t between us anymore. My gaze flickering between Leo’s face and his waist, I boldly extended my hands to the front of his pants.

“And…”

 

[RawDog33]

My heart started pounding in my chest, blood rushing to my loins. Was she for real? Or was she pranking me? The look in her couldn’t possibly be manufactured.

She was for real.

“You wouldn’t,” I said, barely keeping my voice from breaking in my throat. I loved being around my sister. And now she was reaching for my crotch and offering to suck me off if I did her chores.

It was just the beginning of summer. I could see this being quite the fun game for our last summer together before college...

 

[GoodatBad]

Briefly, I glanced down at my polished, pink nails as I gripped the button on Leo’s jeans, slowly toying with it. I couldn’t stop smirking at the way he was looking at me. He barely moved except to breathe. I was definitely getting some pleasure from this game; I felt super powerful and sexy. Was it crazy to be enjoying this so much?

“Promise you’ll do my chores tonight.”

I insisted, batting my long eyelashes up at my brother. Warmth spread to my cheeks as I pushed further, my chest swelling a bit beneath my top when I breathed in a little deeper, twisting the metal button free of its tiny hole.

“Then we’ll see if I’m serious or not.”

 

[RawDog33]

I laughed at Lexie, but I didn’t step away, either, as she toyed with the button on my jeans. While we had “accidentally” seen each other naked a handful of times, it certainly wasn’t a regular thing. I didn’t think she would really do it.

“I’m not falling for that old trick,” I said. How many times had we pulled that on each other over the years, and then reneged on our promises just to drive the other one crazy?

 

[GoodatBad]

Leo wasn’t giving in like I’d hoped he would. It would take a little more effort to convince him apparently. My face burned with determination as he laughed, still challenging me, knowing I didn’t enjoy admitting defeat.

“If it was a trick, would I do this?” I insisted, sidling up to my twin on the end of my mattress, still grasping his undone button with my left hand, sliding my right hand up the inseam of his denims.

“I think you underestimate my desperation to avoid dish duty...”

 

[RawDog33]

As my twin sister’s hand slid over the bulge my thickening penis was making in my jeans, I took in a sharp breath.

“I think you’re right,” I replied. “Alright. I’ll do the dishes tonight,” I agreed. I smirked, reaching for the laundry bin. “Now, I still have laundry to take care of,” I said, getting my hands on one of her bras.

“Which drawer do these go in again?” I asked, holding up her bra right around my own chest level and swinging my hips side to side.

 

[GoodatBad]

Although I had only brushed my palm along in the inner part of Leo’s leg as a tease, I was pleasantly surprised by the fullness beneath my bold, roaming fingers. I could only imagine how much thicker his cock would become if I actually blew him. I wondered what his cum would taste like.

I grinned up at Leo when he conceded to doing my chore for me. For some reason though, the victory felt a bit hollow. Maybe he didn’t expect me to make good on my proposal. “How do I know you’ll really do it?” I questioned, squinting at my twin as he played around with my unmentionables. I pushed up to stand on my bed unsteadily, leaning forward just enough to snatch the lingerie from his hands.

“Not your size,” I huffed, poking my tongue out at my brother just as mom called out for us to come downstairs. “This conversation isn’t over, you know.”

 

[RawDog33]

“Oh, I know,” I said, letting her take the bra from me and heading out her door. I headed downstairs to the dining room, and licked my lips at the feast that our mother had prepared. She was obviously planning on leftovers, which meant my evening had just gotten that much more involved, as far as dealing with the dishes was concerned.

I shrugged, and we said grace and dug in. There was chicken, and pasta, and more pasta, and meatballs, and veggies, and... well, it was kind of ridiculous for just four people.

Well stuffed, but fully aware of the monumental undertaking ahead of me, I didn’t wait to get started. I cleared plates, rinsed them, set them aside and got started on all the pots and pans oir mother had used to fix the feast.

“Isn’t it Lexie’s night on dishes?” our mother asked as she watched me scrub away.

“I owe her one,” I replied, determined to get this done as quickly as possible!

 

[GoodatBad]

I probably should’ve dropped the issue when Leo agreed to take on my undesirable chore for me, but all through dinner I kept thinking about resuming the exchange we’d started before our mother interrupted. I couldn’t help but eye Leo in between bites of sauce-drenched noodles and thick, hot meatballs. I wondered if he was still excited like I’d felt him to be up in my bedroom. I wanted to find out, but it would’ve been too obvious to slip under the table while my parents were going over their trip itinerary with us for the hundredth time.

After dinner, I waited all of several seconds for Leo to begin on the dishes before sneaking off to my bedroom; just in case he had a last minute change of heart, I made sure I was nowhere to be found by my mother. I hung out up there for a little while, eventually flushing the toilet in the bathroom adjoined to my room to make it seem like I had been in there, if anyone wondered.

When I figured that enough time had gone by for the dishes to be done, I casually made my way back downstairs and poked my head into the kitchen. Leo’s back was to me.

“How’s it going?”

 

[RawDog33]

I was scrub scrub scrubbing away at the dishes. Our mother had made quite the mess, like she usually did when she cooked up a storm. I heard my sister behind me asking how it was going. I looked over my shoulder, eyeing her curvy form for a second.

“Almost done,” I smirked, before turning back to the task at hand. Mom and Dad were busy in their bedroom with last-minute packing. The closer I got to getting done, the more aroused I was becoming. Not that I really believed my sister would really follow through, of course. But it would be fun to tease her about it! There was just something that was dirty, fun, and wrong about being able to call your twin sister a “cocksucker” and have her smirk about it, after all.

 

[GoodatBad]

I leaned into the doorway as Leo peeked back at me, his toned arms occupied with the last of the pots and pans in the basin of the sink. “I can see that,” I nodded lightly, taking a look over at the pile of clean dishware next to him. He’d actually kept to his word. My expensive manicure was safe.

I folded my arms beneath my chest as I supervised my twin at work, the hem of my t-shirt inching up to reveal a sliver of my flat stomach. I wondered what Leo was thinking, but I didn’t dare come out and ask. “I didn’t think you’d cover me.” Stepping closer to him, I nudged his side with my elbow and teased, “must be desperate for some action.”

 

[RawDog33]

I glanced over at her when she nudged me, and shrugged. It had been a while since my last sexual encounter with anyone, that was true.

“Maybe a little. Not like you’d actually follow through with it!” I teased back at her, finishing up rinsing off the last pot and setting it in the strainer to dry. I drained the sink and dried my hands and turned to look at her.

“All done now,” I said with a smirk. “What was it we weren’t finished talking about again?” I raised an eyebrow.

 

[GoodatBad]

I was intrigued by the thought of being the first to sexually gratify my brother after a dry spell. I had a difficult time not letting my gaze slip below his waist in curiosity. “I dunno…” I shrugged too, turning to press my back into the kitchen counter’s ledge while Leo dried his hands. “I do kinda owe you now.”

My lips parted in a slow, knowing grin as he referred back to my obscene offer. Of course, he wouldn’t forget. “You mean me blowing you?”

 

[RawDog33]

I smirked as I turned to face her. “Yeah, about that blowjob...” I said, my eyes looking over her pretty face. I could very easily imagine those plump lips wrapped around my cock. It was really wrong, and if anyone ever found out...

“Maybe we should wait for Mom and Dad to go to sleep,” I suggested, quietly, with a sly wink.

 

[GoodatBad]

“Mmhm. That.” I laughed softly, tapping my fingertips against the counter edge behind me. I felt antsy as Leo and I locked eyes with each other. There was a little stirring of something in the pit of my stomach. I pressed my thighs together and combed my fingers through my hair, shifting on my feet. We often joked around about sexual things, but it felt somewhat different this time.

“Yeah, I guess we should.” I could faintly hear my parents footsteps on the upper landing and the not so gentle thud of their suitcases thumping on the floor. They were still very much awake.

“Sooo -- what uh -- do we do until then?”

 

[RawDog33]

I gave her a little smirk. “Well, I’m gonna hop in the shower and get ready for bed,” I told her. As if on cue, Dad walked by the kitchen doorway, towel in hand. He apparently had the same idea. “Well, shit,” I mumbled, and then got an idea.

“Mind if I use yours?” I asked her.