Twincest Chronicles, Part 1 (closed for Princess)

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Well, at least I got a good buzz on... I thought to myself as I made my way home. That was about the only good thing that had happened tonight. Hell, that was about the only good thing that had happened all year!

I was still in my suit. Tonight had been our high school's prom. My girlfriend, Abby, had been bitchy towards me all night, complaining about dinner and the fact that we didn't get a fucking limo and that I didn't have any booze to sneak into the dance... and then later, at the after-party, I walked in on her taking it from behind from Gary Cranshaw.

Of course, I had just dropped a hundred bucks on some crazy party drug that was supposed to be extra wild and fun, getting a couple pills for each of us. It was called "Candy", apparently, and was all the rage at Golden State University.

I just shut the door silently and let them have their fun, heading out to the back patio to drink some beers and smoke cigarettes. A few joints got passed around, but once I looked inside and saw Abby wandering around, obstensibly looking for me, I decided it was time to go, and headed to my beat-up old pick-up truck. I was probably too buzzed to drive home, but I figured if I left it there, Abby would do something stupid and crazy like slash my tires or some shit. Besides, our house was only a few subdivisions down the road.

Abby was already blowing up my phone with text messages. Where are you?

Wtf where did you go?

Srsly did u fucking abandon me here?


It got worse from there. I hoped my twin sister was at least having a good time with her date and his friends...
 
"Candy, what's candy?" I said with a short laugh. "Thats such a stupid name."

My prom had started out decent, sort of. Okay, not really. Shane had taken me to Olive Garden and the food wasn't cooked well, so I started off going to only senior prom feeling like I would throw up at any second.

Shane hated dancing, so whenever I was willing to ignore my nausea to dance. He'd say something like , "Later babe."

I had hoped that the after [aarty would be fun. After parties were always fun. It would've been fun if Shane would've indulged one dance with me instead of trying to find out where he could a few Candy pills. Apparently some guy bought the last of it.

"Babe, who cares about the name. It would've been fun to experiment before we head off to college."

"Well, I'm bored. You refuse to dance with me and since you can't find any. I want to go home."

"Angel, come on." Shane begged. After I gave him a look, he mumbled something under breath that sounded like bitch. When he pulled up to my house, he leaned over to get a kiss. Instead of giving him what he wanted, I got out the car.

"I'll text you baby." he called out the window. I rolled my eyes as I walked to the door and walked inside mumbling, "And I won't be answering." Sighing I walked to the kitchen and spotted two beers in the fridge, grinning. "Anyone home?" I called hoping our parents weren't home. I wasn't sure if my brother had gone to the after party, but if he hadn't he probably went to some hotel with Abby.

"Oh, I guess theres only one beer left then..." I said pulled the beer out of the fridge, walking upstairs, then disappearing to my room.
 
I got home without incident. Mom and Dad were out for the night. How lame am I? It's fucking Prom Night and my parents are out later than I am! I went inside and hung my jacket in the hall closet, and started undoing my tie as I made my way into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and noted there was one beer left. It would be a bad idea to take Dad's last beer. I smirked. Fortunately, I had my own secret stash hidden away in the mini-fridge in my room.

Whipping the necktie off, I made my way upstairs, the steps creaking under my feet. When I got upstairs, I noticed that my sister, Angel's, light was on in her room. What the hell is she doing home early? I was tempted to just try the handle... and I had a good enough buzz still going on that it seemed like the right thing to do.

I opened her door. "What are you doing home so early?" I asked as I stepped inside...
 
I popped open my can of beer, well my dad's can of beer. I made a mental note to restock the fridge with beer so that dad didn't have a heart attack. After all, he did love his beer. I walked towards my dresser to grab something to wear for the night. My gorgeous red dress was going to waste.

I was struggling to undo the zipper since I had assumed no one was home. Turning around in circles and getting dizzy as my door opened. I had to steady myself. " Proms suck. Shane sucks. I hope he dies." I said. "What about you? I thought you and Abby would be reacquainting yourself with the nearest hotel." I teased.

After the room stopped spinning, I reached over and grabbed my beer and drank some.
 
I leaned against Angel's doorframe, smirking as I watched her suck down Dad's beer and struggle with the zipper on her dress.

"Yeah, well, Abby was busy getting acquainted with Gary Cranshaw's dick last I checked in on her..." I said. "But she was a bitch all night," I continued. "You're right. Proms suck. High school sucks. I'm gonna be so happy to be done with all this bullshit in a couple weeks."

I hadn't seen her before she had left for prom, and had only seen her a couple times during the dance itself, but now I had a chance to really see how she looked in her dress. That red dress hugged her curves in all the right ways. Her tits even seemed to defy gravity, and she was rocking some truly epic cleavage. I couldn't believe Shane had failed so miserably!

I shook my head. Was I really checking out my twin sister? Maybe. I couldn't help it. I was pretty high and intoxicated, so it was an easy thing to just enjoy the eye-candy, even if it was my own sister.

"You look good in that dress, sis," I said with a smirk. I toyed with the necktie in my hands. My phone suddenly buzzed in my pocket. A text message. Angel's buzzed at the same time. That was a sure sign it was a group message from our parents. I read it.

*We are staying downtown tonight. See you in the morning! Hope prom was great!* I rolled my eyes and looked back to Angel.

"It's not too late to have a good time tonight, is it?" I asked her then, a mischievous look in my eye.
 
I rolled my eyes at his compliment. "I didn't spend 350 on this dress to look bad. Too bad Shane didn't see it. What fucking point is there to a prom if your date won't even dance with you." I snapped just as my phone buzzed.

I glanced at my phone and gave a bitter laugh. "Well, at least our parents get to have a good night." I said miserably. I set my phone on my night table and drank more of my beer. I'd given up taking my dress off and my hair was still pinned up. I lifted my brow at Bryan's question. "Okay, I'll bite. What did you have in mind?"
 
I shrugged, smirking a bit. "Well, I don't know. I've got a stash of beer in my room, and I scored some weed tonight too... And this stuff," I said, reaching into my pocket and pulling out a plastic baggie with the two capsules inside.

I looked at them and then back at Angel. "Abby wanted this stuff. I guess it's called Candy but I don't know much else about it. Probably just some X, I guess." I shrugged again.

"What do ya say? Hell, I'll even dance a few songs with you if it'll cheer you up."
 
I looked at the pills and smiled. "You were the guy who bought the last pills at the party?" I laughed. "Shane was upset because some guy happened to buy the last couple of pills." I grinned, totaly ecstatic now.

I grinned, "I guess it's a date, then." Even though we got along for the most part, Bryan and I didn't usually spend as much time as we used to together. He was usually with Abby and I was typically with Shane.

Tonight would be different.
 
It had been quite a while since Angel and I had spent much of any time together. We had both been so busy with school, and activities, sports and significant others, that we had almost grown apart a bit. It was suddenly dawning on me that in just a few short months, she would be off to college and I would be off to trade school.

"I guess so," I said, stepping into her room and handing her one of the pills. I grabbed her beer out of her hand with a playful wink, popped the capsule into my mouth, and washed it down with the beer before handing it back. "What? I told you, I've got more!"

I had been enjoying weed quite a bit over the past few months, but Angel and I had never done anything like this together. This was definitely going to be a very interesting night...
 
My mouth fell open as Bryan grabbed my beer and swallowed his pill down. My eyes playfully narrowed at him as he laughed. "That doesn't mean you drink mine. Go get your own." I stuck my tongue out at him and swallowed my own pill with a gulp of beer.

Shane always did drugs. Sometimes I wondered if he was a drug dealer himself. So I was used to being around it, had dabbed in a bit of weed and x, but I was nowhere near being a junkie. "God can you believe that soon we'll be going out own seperate ways. Let's make this night count okay? Who knows when we'll get this chance again. We should play a board game, like how we used to when we were kids."
 
I nodded in agreement with Angel. "You're right," I said. I had to laugh at her suggestion though. "A board game? Where do we even have those stashed anymore?" I wondered aloud. I honestly wasn't sure. Mom had probably stashed them down in the basement somewhere. "Mom didn't sell those all off in one of her garage sales, did she?" I asked.

"I'm gonna grab some beers," I said, noting that Angel was near the end of hers. "Let's go look downstairs."
 
"On it." I said as I finished up the last of my beer then threw the can away. I headed downstairs to the basement, using my phone as a flashlight. I scanned all the areas where I thought mom would put the board games and finally found them in a box.

"Let's see." I murmured as I pulled some of the games out. "Jumanji, boring. Guess who, guess not. Drunken high monopoly might be fun though." I put the classic monopoly to the side and continued to look through the games.

At the bottom of box was The Ouiji board game thing. I'd always been afraid to play this game when I was a kid. Something about messing around with the spirit world just didn't sit right with me.

"Definitely not.." I said
 
I went over to my room and collected some beers out of my mini-fridge, as well as grabbing my pot pipe and a cigarette lighter. I wondered how long it would take this Candy stuff to kick in as I made my way down the stairs. I noticed the basement door was open, and figured Angel had headed down there to look for the old games.

"Angel?" I called out. There had been something wrong with the lighting wiring in the basement, and Dad still hadn't gotten it fixed, but I could see the light from her flashlight down there. My hands were full with the beer so I gingerly made my way down the stairs.

"Find anything good?" I asked. "We don't still have that old Twister game do we?" I got to the bottom of the stairs and could see her leaning over the old cardboard box. Even in the darkness, with just that light source, her silhouetted form, in that tight red dress, was luscious.

I shook my head. I really needed to stop looking at my sister like that!
 
I looked up at the sound of Bryan's voice and shrugged my shoulders. "I didn't see it." I lied, "I always hated that game anyways." I did hate it because I always somehow managed to fall and lose. Plus the last time we played I sprained my ankle trying to stand.

"I found monopoly though."

I gave him a bright smile. "But, if you wanna look in the box and see if there's something better.." I moved out of the way, and motioned towards the box of games.

"Have at it."
 
I groaned inwardly at the prospect of playing Monopoly... mostly because my sister had always, always, always beaten me at that damn game. No wonder she liked it so much. I set the beers down on the folding table she had set the box on, and opened one for myself, and motioned for her to take one as well. I peeked in the box, seeing the same old boring games we had worn out as kids... except... what was that at the bottom?

I reached in and pulled out the Ouija box.

"This game is fucking weird. I thought we threw this out years ago," I said, scratching my head. I remembered Angel being freaked out enough by it back then that it had gotten thrown out. I took a drink off my beer and wiped the dust off the box.

"Maybe later we'll ask it what the future has in store for us, huh?" I teased her a bit, giving her a little nudge as she took a drink, and then grabbed Monopoly and the rest of the beers.
 
I reached for the beer Bryan had offered me and opened it, taking a sip. As he pulled the Ouija board out, goosebumps ran down my arms. "Yeah I thought we did too. Apparently not." I scoffed"You know that thing freaks me out. Don't even joke like that." I took a seat as we brought the monopoly game upstairs.

"Oh don't be such a poor sport. You might actually win this time." I teased, giggling. "Here, you an even choose your piece first."

I reached for the thimble piece. "Except this one. I always play with this piece." I smirked and took another long gulp of my beer.
 
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I followed my twin sister back up the stairs with the game and the beers, and set them on the living room coffee table. I turned on the TV to one of those music channels as she started pulling the pieces out. I grabbed the Car pawn to be my piece.

"I don't think I've ever won with this one," I noted, setting it on GO and then I went about loading up my pipe with my fresh bag of weed. I slid it across the table to her, with the lighter, offering her the first "green" hit.

I took a drink off my beer. "Here's to prom, huh?"
 
"I don't think you've ever won period." I teased.

I was always super competitive when it came to games, especially Monopoly. I playfully stuck my tongue out at Bryan and then took the pipe and took the first hit as Bryan gave a 'toast.'

After blowing out the smoke, I smiled."Pft, not to prom. Prom sucked. Here's to twins." I lifted my bottle of beer and raised in the air before taking a drink of it and grabbing to two dice. I rolled first to see who would be going first. I got a 9 which was a decent number for dice, then handed it to Bryan.

"Good luck, Bro. May the odds be ever in your favor."
 
I chuckled. "Yeah, fuck Prom. To Twins," I replied, taking my own drink and then rolling the dice. I got a three. "You go first," I said. "This does not bode well for me, does it?" I asked, taking the pipe and getting a good thick hit out of it.

I couldn't help but tap my feet along to the music. Something about it seemed different, infectious. Soon my leg was bouncing along. I had to keep averting my gaze as well, as it kept straying into my sister's impressively distracting cleavage!
 
"Oh, it's just a roll for who goes first. It's no big deal." I said with a smile. I rolled the dice getting a four. I moved the thimble four times and took a drink of my beer. As he rolled the dice, I took a hit of the pipe. The familiar calm feeling rushed through my body and I smiled dazedly.

I grabbed my beer and took another long gulp. My eyes slowly began to wander over Bryans form. I never really paid much attention to the way he looked. He was my brother, after all.

However, my eyes paid close attention to his arms, at least that's where it started. He wasn't super muscular which was disgusting to me anyways. And he wasn't bad looking and whoa...

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Lack of sex was starting to mess with me.
 
We took turns moving around the board, slowly collecting up the properties as we went, busying ourselves with idle chit-chat. We finished the weed and opened new beers.

As I was collecting my first two hundred dollars for passing GO (Angel was already ahead of me by several spaces), I felt a rush of tingles course up from the base of my spine, radiating through me and collecting in my head, giving me an intense high like none I'd ever had on pot.

"Whoa..." I said, blinking and shutting my eyes for a moment.
 
I started to fan myself as I felt my body getting hot. What the fuck was this Candy stuff doing to me? I was starting to become convinced that this was definitely the new drug we'd taken among the other stuff.

Weed didn't usually make me feel like this. I didn't usually feel like this.

"This game is getting boring... " I said "Lets add some spice to it because I really don't have the patience for it." I added, " Even if I am winning." Sweat began to bead on my forehead and I wiped it off, some slowly (or so it seemed) dripped down the cleavage of my dress.
 
I was utterly entranced, for what seemed like ages, by a single droplet of sweat that coalesced at Angel's forehead and rolled down her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, her chest, and into the curvature of her cleavage before disappearing down her dress.

I could feel myself getting hot as well. I leaned back and shut my eyes, the sensations of this powerful drug being more than I anticipated. I unbuttoned two of the buttons on my dress shirt.

"Huh? What? Spice it up?" I said, confusedly, before my brain wrapped around her words and I processed them correctly. "What do you propose?" I asked. I took a drink from me beer, hoping it would cool me down a bit.
 
"Yeah, spice it up!" I said with a smile.

I looked thoughtful as I tried to find a way to make this game more exciting. "Well, instead of using the chance cards, we could always do truth or dare questions." I shrugged my shoulders.

I was sure we could both find good questions and dares. Besides, this was our last year in highschool and more than likely neither one of us would be playing truth or dare in college.

We'd probably be hitting all the frat parties and stuff, or at least I would.
 
I nodded along, liking her idea. "Okay... I like it. But let's raise the stakes... Whenever someone has to pay rent on a space, instead of paying money, they get asked Truth or Dare? And you can chug a whole beer if you don't want to answer or take the dare?" I suggested.

I smirked. "That ought to speed things right along..." I winked at her, my eyes grazing over her body, looking splendid in that expensive dress. God dammit, why did I keep checking her out.

And why was my dick getting hard?
 
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