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A Love Story by Tristmegistis 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." "What's that?" "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." "Which one?" "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!" As he did, she turned her head and attacked his mouth with her lips. "Gonna cum. Cum so good," she panted into his mouth. "Fucking little slut," he whispered back. "Nasty little whore." "Yes!" she screamed as the tide took her away. Far, far away. She felt the throbbing from his groin as she frantically rubbed herself against him. "So," Julie said, worming onto Justin's lap and playing with his lengthening hair, "did you get it?" "Yeah. He gave me some papers, too." "I think he's got the hots for you. Did he flirt some more?" "Well, kinda, I guess. He stood real close and his girlfriend was right there. I think he was wearing perfume today. And he bleached his hair almost white." "Blondes have more fun. Maybe we should try it." "Lucy's hair is purple, and I think her nipples are pierced." Julie wiggled her tush. "You're getting hard again." He laughed. "With your tight little ass pushing against it, how could it do anything else?" "Am I sexier than they are?" "Humm. Not sure." She slapped his shoulder and pouted teasingly. "Bastard." "Bitch." "So let's get stoned. I wanna see what it's like. Then, I'll show you what I got today. You'll fucking freak." After their first few gagging tries, they decided marijuana was even better than whiskey. Less raw, more sensual. Sharing a joint was intimate, especially when Julie took a deep hit and exhaled, via lip lock, straight into Justin's mouth. "We're wicked. You know that, don't you?" he murmured. "Umm," she purred. "Who knew wicked was so wonderful. Oh! Speaking of wicked!" She leapt off the sofa and headed for her bedroom. "Where you going?" "Roll another joint and mix us a drink. I'll be right back." Justin had enough time to do both, and fifteen minutes more. "Hey," he called, "what's taking so long?" "Close your eyes," she yelled. Dutifully, he obeyed. He heard her tiptoeing across the old carpet. "Okay, little brother. Gaze upon wickedness." He was speechless. His sweet little sister didn't look sweet anymore. "Holy shit," he managed to whisper, somewhat hoarsely. She was wrapped, more or less, in a sequined red minidress with a plunging neckline. Her legs were clad in fishnet hose, her feet sporting perilous black stiletto heels. Her long brown hair framed a face he'd never seen before ? mascaraed lashes, shadowed lids, lips to match her dress. "You like?" she asked a little uncertainly. "I fucking love! Where'd you get it?" She broke into a wide grin. "Goodwill and Walgreen's." The smile faltered. "I didn't do a very good job with the makeup." "You look great! Hot! Nasty!" "Really? I was afraid you'd think I looked like a clown." "Get that sweet ass over here, Bozo, and have a drink and smoke." Her walk in the heels was awkward, but the admiration in her brother's eyes made her feel incredible. She marveled at the red stain her lips left on the joint and the rim of her glass. She preened beneath Justin's rapt gaze. "I could get used to this," she said before feeding him more smoke straight from her lungs. "So could I," he panted. She giggled. "I was right. You look great wearing my lipstick. No! Don't wipe it off." He licked his lips, savoring the candy flavor. "Okay ? if you'll sit on my lap and give me some more." "Gladly, you pervert." The whisper of her hose was intoxicating as she settled herself, calves tucked under her, atop her brother on the couch. "I can see your panties," he moaned as she pulled hard on the weed. Their lips ground together far longer than was necessary just to exchange smoke. She rubbed her fiery core against the molten heat of his jean-clad erection until they both climaxed explosively. Their kisses became tender and soft as they caught their breath. "Yeah," he whispered into her ear. "I could really get used to this." Justin heard the clack of her high heels on the cracked linoleum of the kitchen floor. He closed the front door against the afternoon June sunshine and watched Julie pose in the kitchen archway. He devoured the sight of her bare legs beneath the tight black skirt and the cotton blouse thin enough to reveal her black bra. She'd straightened her mid- back length hair, and had arranged wisps to fall in front of her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face. Her rich lips shone dark blue, her eyelids were done in a glittery charcoal, and dark eyes were framed by wide black liner. A hand tipped with long black nails rested on one hip. The other held a glass half filled with amber fluid and ice. "Come and get it, baby," she purred. He smiled and dropped his book bag to the floor. "Which ? you or the drink?" Her grin dispelled her jaded sex-kitten look. "Both, you idiot." He closed the distance between them, picked her up, and squeezed her close. She hurriedly set the glass on the table. Her mouth attacked his. He could taste the lipstick and whiskey and marijuana on her breath. She groaned into him as he squeezed her ass and moved her hips against his. Tearing her lips away from his, she stared him in the eyes, her lids drooping. "Make me come, fucker." She locked her ankles around his waist, forcing him to support her weight. "Rub your long fat cock against my slimy cunt and make me cum." She leaned away and hung from his neck, eyes still holding his as she rolled her hips. "Yeah, dry fuck your slutty little sister, J. Make this whore cum." He backed her against the wall, felt her tits crush against his chest and her lips did the same to his mouth. Less that a minute later, she broke the kiss and screamed her release. "That didn't take long," he panted. "What the hell had you so ready." She delayed answering long enough for a lingering kiss while she lowered her legs to the floor. "Fuck I needed that. I was watching makeup tutorials on U-tube and got sucked in by all the TV and TS chicks doing transformations." "Again?" "Now, honey, please?" she cooed playfully. "No more, 'maybe next time.' It'll be so hot. You'll love it. I'll make it worth your while. Promise." He swallowed. "Well, okay, I guess." "You will?" He felt her trembling against him. "Really?" "You know that I can't say no to you." She bumped him with her pelvis and favored him with a wicked smile. "Not for long, anyway. Besides, we both know you want this as bad as I do. At least your cock does." He pulled away, grinning sheepishly. "Can I least have a drink and joint first?" She squealed and clapped her hands. "I'll go get everything ready." She started to scamper from the kitchen, then pivoted and kissed him again. "Justin, I love you." "Yeah, yeah, I know." He swatted her tight ass. "Now go away and let me get wasted enough to go through with this." She smirked, wiggled exaggeratedly away, and blew him as kiss before vanishing around the corner. The first thing he noticed when she came back a few minutes later was that her bra was gone. His jaw gaped and his eyes took in his first glorious view, only partially blocked by the thin cotton blouse, of her naked tits. Her swollen nipples dented it as if trying to split the fabric. "Jesus fuck!" he breathed. She shivered under his searing gaze. Wetting freshly re-painted lips, she whispered, "You don't think they're too little?" "God, no," he groaned. "They're absolutely perfect." "I think maybe the birth control pills have made them a little bigger already. I wish I had a real rack." "God, J, you'd look like a total fuck bunny." Her voice was soft and low. "Just for you, J. I want to be your total wet dream." His eyes were wide, his voice as soft. "You already are, baby." She broke the gaze. "Don't make me cry. I couldn't afford water proof mascara," He noticed, finally, that she'd brought a small piece of luggage with her. She placed it on the kitchen table, flipped its top, and exposed the wide array of makeup she'd gathered over the last months. "Slide your chair away from the table, hon." He did. Both of them were highly aware of the thick bulge tenting his cut off jeans. Julie nudged his legs together and straddled his lap, facing him. "Oh my God!" she half moaned, half exclaimed. "My fucking God!" Her hips were bumping feverishly against his swollen dick, her eyes raking his face, devouring it. "You're so fucking hot, Justin!" "Let me see," he whispered, trying to dislodge her. She wrapped her ankles around the chair rungs and ground against him even harder, eyes wide, head flung back, as her pussy flooded her white thong panties. She grunted, "Dirty fucking sluts. Pair of nasty whores. Cumming. Fuck. Cumming real good." Justin, his cock as hard as steel, held his sister as she cooed and cuddled and recovered from her orgasm. Finally, he held her at arm's length and smiled into her hooded eyes. "Now can I look?" Stroking his cheek tenderly, she grinned back and disentangled herself from his lap. Taking his hand, she led him to her bedroom and the fully mirrored closet doors. "Jesus fucking Christ," he whimpered, stunned by the anomaly of his image. A shocked girl was staring back at him. A girl in jeans and tee shirt, without breasts, granted ? but an incredibly sexy girl nonetheless. Her blue eyes were huge, bordered with heavy black eyeliner and thick, long black lashes, framed by charcoal shadow. Her skin was pale, her high cheekbones blooming with blush. Her rich red mouth glistened in an oval of happy surprise. Her haircut was boyish, like her clothes, but she'd still turn heads. Unconsciously, Justin's right hand rubbed his swollen crotch. "Take it out," came a moan from behind him. He tore his eyes from the mirror, saw Julie spread lewdly on the bed, both hands crammed into her tiny panties and working feverishly. "Jack off for the pretty sluts, baby. Show them how much they turn you on." Julie's gaze leapt back and forth, from the gorgeous, thick cock she'd never before seen, to the gorgeous tranny eagerly pumping the shaft. Her orgasm came simultaneously with Justin's eruption, and her ejaculation was nearly as voluminous as his. They lay side by side on Julie's bed, legs spread wide, staring at the mirrors, panting. Julie's right calf was thrown over Justin's left. Her cunt was a naked, gaping inflamed wound, leaking cum, his cock a swollen purple log. Their matching black minidresses were tugged above their waists, their identical red mouths parted in lust, their heavily made up eyes locked upon one another's reflected mages. Julie's red-tipped nails pinched her nipples. "Did he notice your eyebrows," she groaned. Justin nodded and his own lengthened and painted nails tickled his bellybutton. "Yeah, and my pierced ears. He said the gold studs were awesome, and asked me if I ever wore hoops." Her tongue darted over her lips. "What else?" "He . . . he came up real close. I could tell he was wearing mascara ? just a little ? and maybe some foundation. He asked me what perfume I was wearing." His hands drifted lowered, and began tickling his shaft with the same light feathery touches. He shuddered and moaned. "I could smell his breath. He'd been smoking cigarettes." Julie's hand drifted down her body. She hissed as she briefly rolled her clitoris, then moved her hand sideways onto her brother's sleek, hairless thigh. "He could see your lip gloss. Did he try to kiss you?" Justin's entire body jerked with her tender caress. "No," he half wailed. His eyes became huge blue pools as her fingers encircled his dick. "Did you want him to?" she whispered as she began slowly stroking the first cock she'd ever touched. "No . . . yes . . . oh, fuck Julie. That feels so good." "Did you wish you could suck him off, take his sweet dick between those gorgeous lips of yours?" "I don't know how." "You do it like this," she said, sinuously curving up and around and down, opening her mouth, and kissing the engorged head of her brother's massive erection. Shew savored the tang of their mixed orgasms. His back arched, and, astonishing them both, his entire cock vanished down her throat. After he'd spewed between her now smeared lips, she slid up him until their lips ground together in the wildest kiss they'd ever shared. Julie's back arched and she screamed rawly, her erect, ringed nipples straining toward the ceiling, long taloned fingers pulling violently on her brother's hair as she forced his face even deeper into her spasming cunt. He fought for air, gasping as he broke free. His makeup was ruined, but he wore a huge smile as he slid up to snuggle beside her. "Fuck, you're good at that," she said lovingly as she groped for the cigarettes and lighter on the bedside table. She sucked one to life, handed it to him. "Your tongue is almost as long as your dick. Are you as good at sucking cock?" He smirked as he exhaled. "Enrico says I'm the best he's ever had." She slapped his arm playfully as she retrieved the cig. "Fucking slut. When are you going to give him your ass cherry?" He frowned playfully, breathing smoke through smeared red lips. "He doesn't fuck boys. Only Lucy." "Will he let you do him?" "He might, but I've never asked." "Why?" "Cause I want you to be the only one I fuck." She giggled and rolled atop him, "You say the sweetest things, J. But you can fuck other guys if you want ? just make sure mine's the only pussy you put it into." He peered deeply into her eyes. "Promise. But the offer to let you fuck around still stands, love. I mean, we both know you're as much a slut as I am. And you're way hotter than me. Instead of fuck fingering yourself or using the dildo, you could -" "- What I could do and what I want to do are two different things, babe. But thanks for the compliment. You just earned yourself a smoking blow job." She slid down and he watched through heavy, lowered lashes as she slowly bathed his hairless eight inches in a thick cloud of smoke, then easily swallowed his entire length. Jasmine's stiletto heeled boots clacked across the hardwood floor as she flipped through the mail on her way to the kitchen table. "Electric bill, junk, junk, credit card bill, junk junk, junk." she said morosely to no one, in her melodic, husky feminine voice. She tapped a cigarette from the pack on the table, clutching it between curved red nails, and lit it with a deep sigh. Her arched brows furrowed slightly, and her bright red lips frowned. Unconsciously, she swept her white blonde hair away from her face. The sound of a key in the front latch pulled her from her reverie, and her sister, wearing an equally sad expression, took a chair. The changes in Julie were nearly as dramatic as in her brother/sister. Her black painted lips bore two silver rings, with a silver stud between and below them. Her scooped black blouse nearly exposed her nipples, and her matching skirt was short enough to bare her stocking tops as she sat. "Find out anything?" Jasmine asked. "He's going to be okay," Julie answered, lighting her own smoke "but Aunt Paula made it clear that we were never to contact anyone in the family again." They sat in silence for a few moments. "Well, it's not like we expected anything different," Jasmine almost whispered. With a little more strength, she added, "I'm still glad we told them, instead of letting them find out some other way." Julie nodded. "I guess it could have been worse. Daddy could have called the cops. Gay marriage may be legal, but incest isn't." Jasmine giggled unconvincingly, took her hand, squeezed it. "No regrets?" She squeezed back and smiled weakly. "Regrets? Sure. But I wouldn't change a thing, Jazz. You know that. You're all I want in life. All I've ever wanted." The blonde got up and bent into the fridge, her dress tightening over her round ass. "Care for a mimosa and a doobie to celebrate?" "Sure. But celebrate what?" "Why, Plan B, of course. No more allowance from Dad. No more tuition. We're on our own." Julie chuckled throatily. Her stockings hissed as she rubbed her thighs together. "God, it makes me wet just thinking about it. Let's take the weed and booze to the bedroom, baby. Let's fuck one another raw." Her raven mane was down to her ass now, and moved in waves with each powerful high heeled step. Her huge tits bounced within the silvery halter top, thin enough for her protruding, ringed nipples to be evident. Her bare, rock hard abs were decorated with a gleaming diamond pendant dangling from her navel down to the top of her low riding sequined skirt. "My sister the exhibitionist slut," Jazz laughed from the sofa, turning off the pre-release version of his most recent DVD. "Jewel - the only stripper I've ever heard of who wears her work clothes home every night." Julie ? aka "Jewel" - smiled roguishly and flipped her she-male sibling the finger. "You love it as much as I do," she accused, dropping down beside Jazz and forcefully kissing her with a darting tongue. She nibbled on her lover's mouth. "I love how soft and fat your lips are now, baby. But that porn-star lipstick tastes like shit." "Oops. Sorry. Forgot to gloss them for you." She fondled Julie's heavy tits. "How did the customers like the new girls?" Julie opened her purse, dumped currency into their laps. "God, I had three guys cum in their slacks while they played with them. About an extra three hundred dollars. They'll pay for themselves in under six months, just like we figured." She pouted and ran her fingers through Jazz's gleaming platinum mane. "Sooner if you'd let me go full time." "No!" Jazz insisted. "The deal was we both work part time until we get our degrees." "But you could make even more than you do now if we got you implants, baby. I know how much you want tits, too. Why wait longer than we have to?" Jazz slapped the black taloned hand tickling her bare thigh. "What's wrong with my little boobies?" "Those cute little swollen nipples aren't tits, love. You need hooters like mine." "What the producers all want is for me to get my balls cut off and do hormone replacement therapy." "No fucking way! That cock belongs to me, J! And it better fucking stay in full working order!" Jazz climbed onto her sister's lap and stroked her cheek. "Just teasing. You're so fucking easy." Jewel tugged both their skirts up, stroked her brother, and fingered herself. "Easy? You're the porn-star-slash-hooker, Jazz. You had, what, four cocks in you today? Double-fucked on camera twice?" "Well, I turned a trick on the way home, too. Just a blow job, though." "So that's where the lip gloss went! Smeared on some john's cock!" "On some john's condom," Jazz corrected with mock fierceness. "What kind of whore do you think I am?" "My kind," Jewel grunted as she angled her hips up and bent her brother's hard shaft down, driving herself up onto it. "Fuck me hard, you sleazy cocksucking bitch. Fill me with cum. Then suck it out and pull my clit ring with your teeth til I scream." They lay face to face, breast to breast in their bed, kissing and cooing as the sweat of their lovemaking slowly dried. They whispered sweet nothings as they finished a cigarette. Jewel finally pulled away, ground out the butt, and asked firmly, "Okay, love, what's bothering you?" Jazz tried to avoid her eyes. "Bothering me? Why -" "- Can the shit, sweet tits. Who the fuck do you think you're kidding? For the past two weeks you've been doing your damnedest to avoid talking about something. Spill it." Jazz reached for another cig. It bobbed between her smeared red lips as she spoke. "It's just work shit. Nothing serious." Jewel laughed. Her own lips were unsullied, thanks to the permanent makeup she'd had tattooed on both lips and eyelids. She tweaked her brother's distended nipple, proudly tipping his own large breast. "If it's no big deal, why don't you want to tell me about it? Fucking ditzy blonde." Jazz giggled and slapped his sister's hand away from his tit. "Fucking goth cunt. Okay, okay! No tickling! I give!" He sobered slightly and drew hard on the cigarette. "Ever since I got my implants, Rory's been pressuring me to do a video with a girl." "Oh!" Jewel's shock was evident. "But it's right in your contract! Guys and shemales only." Jazz snorted smoke. "Like that matters! Fucking asshole! He won't give it up. He's even started talking mean. Kind of veiled threats." "I told you he was bad news." "Yeah, but he pays better than anyone else in the business, J." He fidgeted as Jewel took the cig from him. "He could really make life tough. He knows everybody. He could really make it hard for me to find work ? and one word to his cop friends would make even turning tricks a very bad idea." Jewel finished the cigarette in thoughtful silence, unconsciously tapping her tongue stud against her front teeth.. Jazz speared her with narrowed blue eyes. "I know that look. What's going on in that devious little brain, sis?" "Devious? Me?" Jazz grabbed a nipple ring between two long red nails and tugged. "Spill it, lover, or I'll stretch your tit so far it'll hook to your clit." "Ooh," Jewel purred, arching her back in pleasure. "That feels good, babe. More." Jazz laughed and released her grip. "Fucking pain slut. Tell me what's on your mind, or I won't hurt you." "Bitch. Okay. I was just thinking. Your lover boy, Enrico, and his slut . . . what's her name? With the purple hair" "Lucy. But it's pink now. Or was last week." "Yeah, Lucy. Well, they were film majors, right? You were always bragging about how great they were." ". . .And . . ?" Jazz drawled. She propped herself up on one elbow, green eyes agleam. "What if we went into business for ourselves. Could you sell that piece of shit Rory a video of you fucking a hot, nasty chick for some real money?" Jazz sat up quickly in bed, tits jiggling magnificently. "Have you lost your fucking mind, Julie! I am not, under any circumstances ? ever! - going to fuck -" "- Any cunt but mine. I know." Jazz flopped back against his pillow, eyes huge beneath vast black lashes. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Jewel smirked. "You know what a hopeless fucking exhibitionist I am, love." Jazz teasingly slapped a ringed tit. "A sleazy nymphomaniac with a degree in marketing." Jewel nodded and thrust her hips into the air. "My filthy cunt's dripping more than your cum just thinking about it." Jazz's head went down to verify her claim. His cock was steel hard once again. The ominous backdrops had been painted by talented graffiti artists. The "dungeon" may not have been real, but everything else was. The chain restraining Jewel, bent forward at the waist, were thick. The weights dangling from her nipples rings and stretching her tits toward the floor were heavy. Those distending her swollen pussy lips weighed less, and swung in time with her joyous shrieks, both instigated by Jazz's long cock, slamming rhythmically into her asshole. "Cumming!" the raven maned woman screamed, her wide green eyes blind with the intensity of her orgasm. Jazz jerked his thick, throbbing cock from her ass, and spun the turntable his sister was mounted upon, adding a circular motion to the swaying weights which seemed to redouble both Jewel's pain and pleasure. The platinum-blonde shemale's long-nailed hand stroked his dick, his heavily made up face contorted by his own orgasm, as he painted his co- star's face with jet after jet of sperm. The scene on the large-screen TV faded to credits, the soundtrack of first-class industrial rock filled the living room, and Jazz sat up on the sofa, licking the remains of Jewel's last spurting orgasm from his smeared lips. Jewel opened her eyes and ran black nails through Jazz's white tresses. Her smile was soft and filled with joy. "God, I love you little brother. I never get tired of watching that scene. Our third movie's got to be some of the best porn ever made." Jazz kissed her thigh and slithered onto the couch beside her. He ran his hands through his tangled hair and groaned. "Fuck, I'll be glad when we can smoke again! I need a cigarette!" "Patience, baby," she purred, stroking his dick. "One more month. But right now, momma's hungry. Stand up like a good daddy and feed me my bottle." Jazz kissed her lingeringly before climbing to his stiletto-clad feet and letting her engulf his straining meat. As he skull-fucked her, he gazed lovingly down, past their tits, at her sleek rounded belly. His eyes closed as his sister's lips and tongue and throat did all the right things. "Yeah. Suck it out, slut. Suck it all out. Gotta made sure our twins get enough protein."