SISTERHOOD OF DEBAUCHERY

"Jesus, I didn't think this day would end," Danny yawned, perking up immediately when he saw his house come into sight. "I'm sure that Mr Richards was a drill sergeant at some point in his life."

"That would explain why his face always turns red whenever someone so much as smiles in his presence," Peter pulled up to the curb, leaning down to get a better look at the silhouette in the upstairs window, very aware of who the shapely shadow belonged to. "I'm amazed that the vein bulging in his neck hasn't detonated yet, that thing is big enough to have a mind of its own."

"All we need to do is stick it out for a few more months, then we'll never have to listen to another one of his tirades," Danny replied, stretching back to grab his backpack from the rear seat.

"Except in our nightmares, that's one voice you'll never get out of your head," Peter shuddered. "You still sure about not coming tonight? Mark Kelman swears that he has a bulletproof ID, he's going to try it out tonight to see if he can get his hands on a keg of beer. This Halloween is going to be one of the best yet."

"Mark Kelman also once said that he had permission to drive his dad's vintage Cadillac to school," Danny countered with a smirk, one that Peter imitated. "Remember how that ended?"

"I don't think he ever lived down seeing his dad's pride and joy getting lifted by a tow truck in the school parking lot."

"Which is exactly why I don't want to be anywhere near the situation he's going to create when shit inevitably hits the fan," Danny pulled the door handle and climbed out, shouldering his backpack as he turned to his friend. "Thanks for the ride. I don't have a clue what happened to Samantha."

"Something tells me that it might have something to do with that Halloween ball Rebecca Carlisle is throwing at her parents' mansion. You seriously need to talk your folks into getting you your own car, I don't get why they'd get one for Samantha and not for you," Peter said, messing with the dials on his radio. "And speaking of your sister, tell her that I said 'hi'."

"I will, but I don't know why you bother sniffing around her. Samantha always has her eyes on the jocks, she's a sucker for a letterman jacket."

"I can only live in hope, my friend. See you tomorrow," Peter waved, pulling away from the curb. "Don't eat too much candy, you'll be bouncing off the walls all night."

"I'll try," Danny laughed.

Danny waited for the car to turn the corner before he headed up the path splitting his front yard in half. A scent of freshly cut grass lingered in the air, a sign that his father had taken advantage of the brief window of good weather to mow the lawn one final time before winter kicked in. The flowers and roses lining the length of the soil bed running along the front porch were beginning to wilt and shed their petals, forming a kaleidoscope of colors that stood out against the white painted wooden slats. Danny's parents had always taken pride in the appearance of their home, spending countless hours scanning the yard for any signs of weed growth and potential infestations. With the local homeowners' association constantly prowling the streets in search of the mildest of imperfections, Danny's parents' vigilance never wavered.

Jumping up the steps, Danny pushed the front door open and kicked his sneakers off, cautious about tracking dirt and mud on the carpet. Dropping his bag, Danny moved down the hall and opened the door leading to the garage, frowning when he found his twin sister's car still parked up. Intent on finding out why she had neglected to pick him up. Stalking into the kitchen, Danny found his parents rushing around to gather up their belongings, both with stern expressions plastered on their faces.

"Er, what's going on?" Danny sidestepped his mom when she brushed by to retrieve her purse and phone, throwing on a grey blazer on that she only wore for the most serious of occasions. "Did someone die or something?"

"I wish," his father replied, plucking his car keys from the glass bowl beside the microwave. "Cara got pulled into the principal's office again."

"Ah," was the only reply Danny needed to give. His younger sister had always been somewhat of a menace, both at home and at school. Nothing she did ever bordered on being malicious or harmful, but her inquisitive mind had a habit of getting her into trouble whenever something became the focus of its attention. "What did she do now? Not another one of her science experiments?"

"Cara and a couple of her friends decided to test out a theory of hers involving chemical concoctions," his father explained. "I didn't understand most of the jargon her teacher spouted off over the phone, but what I do know is that your younger sister somehow managed to fill her chemistry classroom with chlorine gas."

"I know I should be shocked by that. But if I'm being honest, we all kind of knew that this sort of thing was inevitable with Cara," Danny said, far more amused by the situation than his frantic parents were. Before they set off to face a likely apocalyptic principal, Danny took his chance to change the subject. "By the way, does anyone know what happened to Samantha? I had to hitch a ride with Peter."

"I'm sorry, honey. If it hadn't been for Cara's little chemical weapon I would have come to pick you up myself," his mom gave him an apologetic look, huffing as her eyes flicked in the direction of the bedroom directly above the kitchen. "One of Samantha's friends is throwing a big fancy dress party tonight, Rebecca I think."

"I heard about that," Danny replied, grimacing at the mention of Rebecca 'Becky' Carlisle.

Her family owned the largest chain of grocery stores in the state, and she was never shy about showing off her family's wealth whenever she could. Danny knew his parents disapproved of Samantha's friendship with Becky, having heard enough about her numerous expulsions from prestigious private schools for her party-girl lifestyle to know she was a bad influence on those around her. Becky made sure to only associate herself with the girls around school who were attractive, outgoing, and lacking inhibitions, categories that Samantha slotted into perfectly. Within weeks of arriving at school, Becky had turned the cheer squad into her own personal cabal of sycophants, having risen to the rank of head cheerleader under suspicious circumstances.

Wanting to impress her new and incredibly influential friend, Samantha's entire demeanor had undergone a metamorphosis in a relatively short amount of time. She had become more outgoing, especially when it came to how she dressed. Before Becky's arrival, Samantha's wardrobe consisted of trendy -- but relatively conservative -- clothes that weren't particularly much to look at. Rarely did she ever wear anything that could be deemed revealing, with her preferences swinging more towards sweaters and modest skirts, outfits that did nothing to flatter her figure.

But within weeks of entering Becky's inner circle, Samantha purged her wardrobe of anything that appeared out of step with her new friend's tastes. Skirts shortened, tops gradually became more form-fitting, Samantha even swapped her sneakers and sensible ballet flats for heels of ever increasing heights. Danny wasn't the least bit surprised by how mortified his parents were whenever she wandered into the kitchen in the morning, her increasingly provocative ensembles were certainly selected on the basis of testing the limits of what she could get away with.

As horrified as his father was by the sight of his scantily-clad daughter, Danny quietly developed a newfound fascination for his twin. It was only when she made the drastic change to her appearance that Danny was able to appreciate the figure that had been hidden behind baggy layers for so long. Danny was aware of the inherent wrongness of allowing his gaze to turn to Samantha, tracing the curves of her slender form when he was confident that no-one would catch him doing so. But he couldn't help himself, not when Samantha was intent on competing with her friends for Becky's affection.

"Rebecca sent all the girls a different costume to wear to the party. We haven't seen what she expects Samantha to come dressed as, your sister hasn't left her room since she got home. Honestly, I'd prefer not to know what she's wearing," Danny's mom shook her head. "I don't know what Samantha sees in that girl. Seriously, how can someone with her parent's level of influence and financial backing get herself kicked out of schools that cost well over ten-thousand dollars a term?"

"It's certainly a mystery," Danny lied, deciding the real answer was better left unsaid.

During a trip to the girls' locker room, sent at the behest of the coach of the football team to find out why the cheerleaders were running late during the pre-game build-up, Danny arrived just in time to overhear a story Becky told the others. It concerned her proudly boasting about using her feminine wiles on the head of the English department at her previous school, whose wife happened to stumble upon him spraying a frothy load down Becky's throat. Predictably, the school set to work covering things up to prevent a reputation-tarnishing scandal from reaching the media, which happened to involve the exchange of funds to keep certain individuals quiet and the removal of the cause of the incident; Becky.

"Whatever the reason was, I know it can't be good. If her parents couldn't get away with a bribe, then it can only mean that she really kicked up a storm," his mom stated, swearing under her breath when she heard her phone ringing. "That'll be the principal."

"Impatient bastard," Danny's father muttered, earning an elbow from his wife. "Ah, sorry. Slip of tongue."

"He is a bastard," Danny whispered conspiratorially once his mom was out of earshot, sharing a smirk with his father. "He runs that school like his own personal military camp."

"We'll have to make a move now, I just know the traffic is going to be a nightmare," Danny's mom announced, opening up the fridge doors to show Danny the foil-covered plate resting on the top shelf, along with two bowls of candy resting on the nearby countertop. "I don't know how long we're going to be gone for, and I have this sinking feeling that it's gonna be a long while. So I put together a quick meal for you if we don't make it back before dinner. It's nothing too special, all you'll need to do is put it in the microwave for ten minutes and you're good to go. And make sure to feed the trick-or-treaters, I'm still finding egg shells around the front yard after last year's incident."

"Sounds easy enough, I'll try to avoid burning the house down in the process," Danny joked, having the decency to look bashful when his mom's expression became one of frustration.

"Not the time, Danny," his mom scolded him, pointing a finger upstairs as she slid her feet into a pair of polished black stilettos. "And I want you to check in on your sister."

"But she-"

"Left you hanging when she shouldn't have," his mom interjected, understanding Danny's reluctance to get involved in his sister's affairs. "It was wrong, but she hasn't been in the right frame of mind ever since she returned home with that package. All I want is to make sure that she's okay, and you're the only person who knows how to get through to her when she's like this."

"That's a lie," Danny frowned.

"Yes it is," his mom smirked, walking over to Danny to give him a kiss on the corner of his lips. "I know that she's allowed this newfound popularity to get to her head, and her new friend hasn't made things any easier. But I know she'll still open up to you if she feels that she needs to. Could you just make sure she's okay?"

"I can-"

"Please?" his mother cupped his cheek, staring back at him with her chocolate-brown eyes. "For me?"

"I'll try," Danny heard his mom let out a relieved sigh, incapable of ever saying no to her when she flashed her twinkling eyes at him. "But if she comes at me with a set of scalding hot hair curlers, I'm not going to be happy."

"She won't do that... I hope," his mom laughed, walking over to the hall. "You don't even need to go into her room, all I need is to make sure she's not pulling her hair out because of this silly party."

"And if she does try to chase you with her hair curlers, you can find the burn kit in the third drawer down beside the refrigerator," his father grinned wryly, giving Danny a wave before heading off.

"Hopefully we won't be too long," Danny's mom blew him a kiss, rushing out of the front door, closing it behind her.

Danny drummed his fingers against the steel kitchen countertop, unsure what to do with himself in his unusually empty home. Out of curiosity, Danny walked over to refrigerator and pulled a door back, reaching inside to pull the foil covering his dinner. Finding a rather unappetizing assortment of leftover pasta and chunks of ham, Danny closed the foil back over and closed the door, preferring to explore the kitchen for anything that was remotely more appetizing. Five minutes of searching brought up little to nothing, with the cupboards appearing in desperate need of replenishment.

Preparing for a second search, motivated by the pangs of hunger that worsened with each passing minute, a thud from the room upstairs broke Danny's focus away from his hunt. He was willing to consider the sound was just the result of his sister's clumsiness, willing to leave her alone for a while longer. However, that became an impossibility when a much louder thud caused the decorative kitchen chandelier to sway, followed by a third that made it sound as if the ceiling was moments away from suffering a catastrophic failure.

"What the hell is she doing?" Danny muttered, never knowing his twin to be such a klutz.

Reluctantly, Danny gave up his search and left the kitchen, tip-toeing along the hardwood flooring as he crept up to the staircase. Keeping his steps light, Danny ascended the stairs and kept his body crouched, trying not to draw his sister's attention when his head poked over the banister. Glancing around, Danny was just able to see the interior of Samantha's room through the crack where the door had been left ajar. He made out the space between her bed and dressing table, occasionally spotting her shadow darting across the floor as she staggered around, but never quite managed to catch a full glimpse of her.

Knowing his mom would kill him if his sister earned herself a trip to the emergency room, Danny broke cover and moved up the last few steps, sneaking up to his sister's room as discreetly as he could. Pausing whenever her silhouette moved between the crack, aware from experience what Samantha would do if she caught him invading her privacy, Danny hugged the wall and kept his body flat.

Danny's cautious approach eventually paid off, bringing him up to the door frame. He waited patiently, forced to time his glance based on the sound of Samantha's footsteps, determining exactly where she was before peering through the crack. The wait dragged on for far longer than he had anticipated, but Danny soon found his moment, tilting his head ever so slightly to look through the gap. When he didn't immediately spot her, Danny dared to lean a little further, smothering a gasp when he found Samantha standing in front of her full-length mirror, taken aback by the outfit that adorned her body.

Samantha twisted around, looking up and down at the outfit she was expected to wear to the party. Becky had personally selected a 'Naughty Nun' costume for her, one that was deliciously blasphemous in every conceivable manner. A latex mini-dress did nothing whatsoever to cover her up, predominantly black in colour with a conveniently placed sheer cross running across her chest and down the center of her torso, framed by gold trimming. It was accompanied by a set of white stockings and arm-length gloves, along with a jet-black latex habit hiding her brunette hair and a long cloak.

If that wasn't enough, Samantha's dainty feet were forced into a sinful pair of semi-transparent black platform heels, tall enough to require her to hold her arms out to balance herself. Danny didn't mean to do it, but at that moment he found it impossible to divert his eyes, transfixed by the scene playing out before him. Samantha possessed an impressive figure, not a day went by when Danny wasn't reminded of that fact. Every man she encountered did their best to catch a glimpse of her, filled with countless fantasies of what they would do with her if fortune ever smiled down upon them.

He'd never given it too much thought, having always viewed his twin as more of a source of irritation, never quite able to see her in the way others did. Yet, from his vantage point, Danny was finally able to see the stunning beauty that drew attention wherever she went, the body with more curves and contours than any other Danny had ever seen. A rational voice in his head urged him to walk away, that he had already done as his mom had requested. But the longer he looked, the more time his arousal had to set in, sending blood rushing to his groin, freezing him in place just long enough for his sister to spot his reflection in her mirror.

"You perv!" Samantha exclaimed, rushing across her bedroom to slam her door shut, deliberately hitting Danny in the head with it, sending him flying back. Pulling it back open, Samantha hit him with a burning glare, tempted to dash the first blunt object she could find at him. "Why were you spying on me?"

"It's nice to see you too," Danny winced, clutching a hand over his forehead, blinking away the white spots that appeared in his eyes. "Did you have to do that?"

"I think it's a normal response to seeing your twin brother gawking at you while she's getting changed," Samantha fired back, crossing her arms as she loomed over Danny, unknowingly enhancing her bust when she did so. "Were you going to take pictures too? Huh? What the hell were you even doing?"

"Checking in on you," Danny placed a hand on the wall and pushed himself onto his feet, steadying himself when a brief dizziness threatened to send him back to the ground. "Mom asked me to, she said you were driving yourself up the wall."

"Something tells me that mom didn't mean that she wanted you to hover at my door and stare at me like I was a Playboy centerfold!" Samantha responded, getting some satisfaction from seeing Danny stumbling around.

"I wouldn't have come up here at all if it didn't sound like you were trying to cave the house in," Danny glanced down at his sister's towering heels, concluding that they were the cause of the banging sounds. "Let me guess, you couldn't hold your balance."

"That's none of your business!" Samantha scoffed, bringing a hand down to her incredibly short skirt, forcing it as far down as it would stretch. "I've never worn heels that were taller than four-inches, it takes some trial and error."

"Sounded like a lot of errors to me," Danny countered, watching Samantha turn and walk back towards her mirror, wobbling with each step she took. "Why are you even wearing those things? And you know how mom would react if she knew you were dressed like this."

"If you must know, Becky gave it to me. She wanted all the cheerleaders to wear these nun costumes to her party," Samantha again found her reflection, making some adjustments to the deeply provocative outfit. "The theme is 'The Sisterhood of Debauchery'. Becky is going to be the mother superior and we're supposed to be her 'loyal and lustful' followers."

"Sounds a bit elaborate for a Halloween party, don't you think?" Danny asked, moving over to his sister's bed, dropping onto the edge as he checked his head for any bumps. "I thought that the whole point of a house party was to get blackout drunk and hook up with the first person you can get into bed with?""And you would know? You're hardly an expert in blowouts, Danny, I can't remember the last time you didn't choose a night of studying over a party," Samantha said, selecting a tube of black lip gloss from her extensive make-up kit, rolling the brush across her soft lips, pursing them to ensure they had perfect coverage. "Becky has a reputation she likes to maintain, so she puts more effort into her parties than anyone else would."

"'The Sisterhood of Debauchery' sounds more like a sex party than your average rager, and that outfit isn't giving me a reason to think otherwise," Danny pointed out, unable to keep his imagination from envisioning the sort of things Samantha would get up to dressed in the way she was. "Imagine what her parents would do if they found their house full of sexy nuns trying to bed as many men as they could in a single night? They'd have the entire police department out faster than you could say 'confession'."

"Her parents know about the party," Samantha replied, spotting the visible surprise in Danny's eyes as she started on her mascara. "What? They're more open-minded than you would think, I know her mom is a big proponent of the whole sex positivity thing."

"Wasn't her 'sex positivity' the thing that got Becky kicked out of her last school?"

"No. Getting caught is what got her kicked out," Samantha replied, carefully dabbing the thin mascara brush along her lashes, enhancing her ocean-blue eyes. "Which is why she's trying to be more discreet about her affair with Coach Daniels."

"Coach Daniels?" Danny spluttered, still surprised by just how brazen Becky Carlisle could be. "He's almost sixty years old and fifty pounds overweight. And his wife is the vice principal. Why the hell would she want to have sex with him of all people?"

"Because she could," Samantha stated plainly, as if it was the most normal thing imaginable. "Becky views sex as a challenge, and seducing the male faculty is something she gets a major thrill from. I didn't even know about the affair until I caught them in Coach Daniels' office with Becky bent over his desk."

"I knew she was insatiable, but that's on a whole different level," Danny whistled, discovering a newfound respect for the aged coach. "And what did you do? It's not like you could have walked away and pretended like you didn't see anything."

"To be honest? I just stood there and watched them," Samantha shrugged, gaining some amusement from her brother's shock at her admission. "They knew I was there, but that didn't stop them. Once they were finished, Becky pulled her panties back up and invited me out for a coffee at Starbucks and told me everything. When it started, how many times they'd done it, how close they came to being caught. After that, she didn't hold back any secrets from me."

"I was wondering why you two became so close all of a sudden," Danny said, having witnessed for himself the blossoming friendship between Becky and his sister, one that was a source of great envy for the other members of the cheer squad. "And Phys. Ed. must be awkward now, having to be around Coach Daniels after knowing what he was getting up to with Becky."

"A bit, especially since he asked me if I wanted a taste of what he did to Becky," Samantha was again elated to see Danny's reaction. "He's made a few attempts to catch me when I'm alone, hoping I might be as willing as Becky is, but I've managed to avoid him for the most part."

"And would you do it?" Danny croaked, feeling his throat becoming dry as he listened to his sister.

"I shouldn't. Becky has the money and influence to make a scandal disappear before it even gets started, I don't. If I get caught fucking Mr Daniels it'll be the end of me, I don't even want to think about the fallout, no college in the entire state would touch me," Samantha closed her mascara vial and set it down, displaying a saucy grin when she turned to face her blushing brother. "But you know what?"

"What?" Danny breathed, waiting with bated breath for the answer.

"I'd let him bend me over and screw me until I no longer cared about the consequences," Samantha admitted with an honest look on her face, a true contrast to the mild-mannered girl she had once been not too long ago. "But now that I've answered your question, I want you to answer one of mine. Why do you care so much about my sex life all of a sudden?"

"I don't know what you mean," Danny lied, hoping he could downplay his interest in a believable way. "I'm just trying to find out why you've changed so much since Becky turned up."

"No, I know you too well, I am your twin after all. It all adds up when you think about it," Samantha held her hand up and raised a finger with each point she made. "The peeping, the interest in who I'm having sex with, your hard-on."

"What?" Danny coughed. Sure enough, when he dared to let his eyes travel downwards, Danny spotted the tent extending away from his body. Making a vain attempt to conceal it, Danny pressed legs together and attempted to appear innocent, seeing that his sister didn't buy the desperate act one bit. Understanding that he'd been busted, Danny decided to take a more honest approach. "Alright, you caught me. But I don't think you can blame me, you've changed so much these last few months, it's like you've become a whole different person."

"Different? Or more willing to express myself?" Samantha said, subtly moving her hips from side to side, gratified when the hypnotic display had Danny's eyes glued to her. "At a certain point, you get sick of being the good girl. Always having to jump through everyone else's hoops, never taking the time to decide what you want because you're spending too much time worrying about what others want for you. Becky helped me to take a step back and be someone different for once, and it just so happens that you find this new side of me quite captivating. Isn't that right, Danny?"

"In a way," Danny confessed, holding his breath as Samantha made an agonisingly slow approach, swinging one foot in front of the other with magnetic confidence, mastering walking in the vertiginous heels.

"Meaning you like the changes?" Samantha persisted, observing as Danny's legs relaxed and opened up, revealing his burgeoning hard-on to her. "You prefer my sluttier side?"

"I wouldn't go that far," Danny cleared his throat, closely examining his sister's incredible body, admiring the costume that was specially designed to flaunt every inch. His eyes moved along her long, slender legs and rose to her thin waist, moving across the swell of her large bust and up to her heart-shaped face, completely enchanted by her. "Though I don't think mom or dad will appreciate seeing you like this."

"Then it's a good thing they'll never know what their innocent daughter gets up to," Samantha shimmied down and came to rest on her knees, clutching Danny's thighs. "And I hope no-one will feel the need to tell them."

"They won't hear it from me," Danny whispered, staring in disbelief when Samantha's gloved-hands glided over his lap, squeezing his lap as they inched closer to his crotch. "Hell, I'm not even sure they would believe me."

"Good," Samantha brought a hand to the bulge and pinched it, smiling when a bead of pre-cum managed to leak through the material of her brother's pants. "God, you really are hard."

"Can you blame me? Danny replied, closing his eyes as Samantha massaged his bulge, pushing down on it to produce a steady stream of pre-cum.

"Do you even understand how wrong this is? Becoming hard at the sight of your sister?" Samantha feigned disgust, kneading the tent harshly, mesmerized by the flow of sticky fluid. "I bet you're imagining what it would be like to fuck me, aren't you?"

"I'd be lying if I told you that the thought hadn't crossed my mind," Danny said, abruptly looking down when the sound of a zipper being undone reached his ears. In a short moment, Samantha's teasing transitioned from invasive questioning to a far more dangerous game, accelerated when she decided to open her brother's fly and let his solid length spring out into the open. "Samantha, what are you doing?"

"It looks like I'm jerking you off," Samantha smirked, taking the already taboo situation another step further, gleefully crossing a societal barrier. Before Danny could fight her off, Samantha started to caress his thick cock, rubbing her thumb in a circular motion along the seam. Pumping her closed fist along the shaft, Samantha smeared her fingers with Danny's flowing seed, removing all friction to enable her hand to move fluidly. "Look at how your cock is responding. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that this thing wants more than a handjob."

"Let go! You know we can't do this," Danny reasoned, but lacked the willpower to stop Samantha.

"Can't or shouldn't? Because those are two very different things," Samantha grinned deviously, doubling her efforts. "Mom and dad are out, Cara's engaging in chemical warfare, there's nothing here to stop us. And I highly doubt that you want me to stop."

"That's not true," Danny knew he didn't mean it, especially when his body responded willingly to every stroke of Samantha's hand, hearing the primal voice in his mind urging him to go further.

"Empty words, Danny," Samantha giggled, furiously jerking her fist across her brother's inflated manhood. Going a step further, she brought her other hand up to Danny's testicles, cupping them softly between her fingers, elated by the groan that came from him. "You don't want to stop this. You like who Becky's helped me to become, I've seen your eyes following me whenever I'm parading around the house in a mini-skirt, incapable of looking away when I bend over just enough to cause it to ride up and give you a glimpse of the treasure beneath."

"You did it deliberately!" Danny spoke with an accusatory tone, immediately recalling all the times in the weeks prior where Samantha sauntered through the kitchen in the morning wearing one of her new scandalous outfits, always making a show out of reaching for the wall-mounted cabinets. He tried to not pay too much attention to her, but his sister kept finding new ways to draw his attention.

"Did you really think that I genuinely struggled that much to get a box of cereal?" Samantha scoffed, moving her hand rapidly enough for it to become a blur, stopping at certain intervals when she felt Danny coming close to his climax. "Though it's not my fault if you couldn't stop yourself from staring at your sister of all people, hoping to catch a glimpse of my thong."

"I wasn't looking," Danny again responded with an unconvincing lie, having tried and failed multiple times to catch her skirt riding up high enough to show off the garment beneath.

"You and I both know you were. But now that we're alone, I can do this," Samantha lifted her hips and hooked a finger under her short skirt, drawing it up until her black latex thong was left exposed, a sight that sent Danny into a frenzy. "Is this what you've been looking for?"

"Yes..." Danny fell into a trance, unable to tear his eyes away from Samantha's underwear.

"Humm, I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand, Danny. It's telling me that it's about ready to explode," Samantha purred, cradling her brother's testicles, thrusting her cum-slick fingers around the blazing-hot organ relentlessly. "Tell me, could you really bring yourself to blow a load because of your sister? Spewing a hot, frothy load across her face?"

"Yes!" Danny seized up.

Suddenly, a rope of hot cum sprayed from his urethra and soared through the air, splattering across Samantha's expectant face, coating it with a layer of creamy fluid. Far from being disgusted, Samantha's hand persisted in its masturbation of her brother's member, producing successive bursts equal in ferocity to the first, grinning as Danny's sperm painted her face white and splattered her latex costume. Even as Danny's orgasm waned, Samantha continued to draw out every ounce of cum, only ceasing when she felt confident that he was completely spent.

"Looks like I have my answer," Samantha held her hand up and observed the webs of cum clinging to her fingers, bringing them to her lips to lick them clean, much to the awe of her gasping brother. "Look at me, Danny. You've ruined my make-up."

"I guess I have," Danny nodded dumbly, still unable to fully believe the situation he found himself in, especially when Samantha decided to lean and drag her tongue over his softening manhood, moaning as she drank down his salty cum.

"I'll have to do it all over again, especially after what we're going to do next."

"Nex-"

Danny failed to get the word out when he was abruptly shoved onto his back by Samantha. Before he could rise back up, Samantha lunged and deposited herself directly on his lap, pinning him against the bed.

"You really need to think about hitting the gym, Danny," Samantha planted her hands on her brother's chest, grinning as he attempted to buck her off. "Even after all these years, I'm still the stronger one."

"That's usually what happens when you spend almost every day throwing cheerleaders in the air," Danny replied, giving up when it became clear that his sister wouldn't be budged. Reluctantly, he settled back and looked at the mischievous expression growing on Samantha's face. "What do you have planned now?"

"I still have some time to kill before I have to set off, which means we have just enough time for this," Samantha reached into the top of her stocking and whipped out an unmistakable square foil packet.

"You want to..." Danny began, seeing Samantha nodding slowly in response.

"Mmm-hmmm," Samantha ripped the foil open with her teeth, letting the condom roll onto the palm of her hand. Lifting her other hand from her brother's chest, Samantha wrapped her gloved-fingers around his slick shaft, chuckling when it started to grow as she pumped it purposefully. "Latex is a truly wonderful material. How good does it feel?"

"Samantha..." Danny muttered, blinking harshly as the blood rushed back to his manhood, staring Samantha in the eye as her hand glided rhythmically.

"I love it personally, you should see what I've got hidden in my closet for special occasions," Samantha continued her assault, cooing as Danny's cock gradually reached its full size once more. "Mom would kill me if she ever discovered the catsuit I've got buried away. Wow, look at that, you're already back to full-mast. Hmmm, are you ready to see whether my talents go beyond a simple stroke of my fist?"

"We really can't," Danny gave a noticeably unconvincing response, and his resistance dwindled away when Samantha lowered the condom to his bulbous cock-head and slowly rolled it down his shaft.

"You're right, it would be so wrong," Samantha agreed, rising by a few inches so she could hike her skirt up. "But if there's one thing I've picked up from Becky these last few months, it's that the wrong thing is always the most enjoyable."

"Until it gets her in trouble," Danny shifted when Samantha gave his member a hard squeeze, mesmerized by the sight of her pinched the thin strap of her thong to pry it away.

"She isn't afraid to live life to the fullest. So why shouldn't I do the same every so often?" Samantha laid herself flat on Danny and pressed her breasts against his chest, squeezing his throbbing cock with her flat stomach. Straightening her legs, Samantha moved her thong out of place and moved it until she could kick it away. "Now, last time. Do you want to feel your cock sliding inside your sister?"

"God yes!" Danny confessed, deciding to deal with the inevitable consequences once the night was over.

"There, was that so hard?" Samantha tapped Danny's nose and brought herself back into a kneeling position, aiming his cock towards the ceiling as she lined up her exposed sex. Humming quietly, she lowered herself down, and a low moan left her painted lips when Danny's head applied pressure to her slit. With a gentle drop of her hips, she felt Harry breach her entrance, stretching her labia apart as the first inch nestled itself within her. "Mmm, I never would have guessed that you were so well-endowed, Danny."

"And you're tighter than I was expecting, especially given all the jocks you've been hanging around with since Becky arrived!" Danny sucked in a breath, sliding his hands onto the curve of Samantha's rear, giving it a teasing squeeze.

"You'd be amazed by how few of them I've actually slept with, their stamina in bed pales in comparison to their performance on the field," Samantha rolled her hips, descending at a steady rate. "I just hope that you've got more in the tank than them, I'm going to be terribly disappointed if I feel you cumming before I do."

"I'll try to do my best," Danny assured her, suffering from an out-of-body experience when he observed the last exposed inches of his cock enter his sister, engulfed down to the root. "No going back now. When did you get so good at this? There used to be a time when you wouldn't even consider dating because you were so focused on studying."

"A lady never divulges her secrets, Danny," Samantha countered light-heartedly, shimmying her body as she began to ride her brother, using her knees as a spring-board cautiously rose and fell against his lap. "Just sit back and let me work my magic. And remember-"

"Don't cum before you," Danny rolled his eyes, hiding the elation that came as his sister's tight canal compressed around his manhood, making it all too tempting for him to burst at any moment.

"You're a quick learner," Samantha raised her body, then sent it crashing back down, rocking her bed as she repeated the motion with increasing speed. "Try moving your hips a bit."

"I know what I'm doing," Danny shot back, wrapping an arm around his sister's thin waist to drag her further along the bed, moving until his back hit the headboard. Once he was in position, Danny took Samantha's advice and started to thrust to and fro, meeting each thrust with one of his own.

The pair eventually moved in near-perfect unison with one another, rolling their bodies back and forth as they gained momentum. Danny in particular felt the urge to give everything he could, overwhelmed by the sensation of Samantha's silky hole squeezing and relaxing around his thrusting manhood. He looked up, amazed by the wild expression that appeared on Samantha's face, it was unlike anything he had ever seen from his sister. Samantha shut her eyes and moved her body like a piston, moving fast enough to cause a few locks of hair to spill from her habit, biting her lip with every descent of her body.

"Can you feel how deep you are, Danny?" Samantha gasped, tossing her habit to the ground once it became too much of a distraction. "Give me everything you can!"

As much as Danny wanted to give her what she so clearly craved, the combination of taboo act and the sheer thrill of having such an incredible beauty riding his cock pushed him towards his peak far sooner than he had hoped. "I'm not sure if I can, I'm too close!"

"Not yet!" Samantha warned him, thrusting a finger at his face.

Her bed quaked and shook as she moved vigorously, slamming against the wall with every swing of her body. Samantha kept up her frenzied assault for a further minute, feeling the muscles in her legs burning as she maintained the draining movements. Thankfully for the both of them, Samantha was soon enveloped by the embrace of a powerful orgasm, crying out as the seductive waves lashed at her body over and over again. It was only when fatigue began to set in that Samantha finally gave Danny a weary nod.

"Go ahead. Fill me up, Danny," Samantha told him, thrusting as hard as she could, fighting through her fatigue. "Wouldn't it feel so good to release yourself inside my pussy? To cum deep in your sister's pussy? How naughty would that be?"Her teasing tone alone was enough to bring Danny to his climax, which struck with more ferocity than he had ever experienced. Driven by a strange primal urge, Danny wrapped an arm around the small of Samantha's back and threw his hips up and down, holding on tightly to prevent her from being thrown off. Danny's vision became blurry, worsening the closer he got to the edge. Aware that they were the only ones at home, Danny decided not to hold back and let out a groan that filled the bedroom.

Straining against the soft cover of the bed, Danny pushed his manhood as deep as physically possible, clenching his teeth when the first burst of hot sperm sprayed into the reservoir of the condom. Clutching Samantha's waist, Danny rapidly filled her with his hot, churning seed, knowing that only a thin layer of latex prevented his swimmers from invading his sister's body. The pair persisted in their rutting, but slowed as the energy was sapped from their bodies.

They remained connected together, with their sweat covered faces nuzzling as they waited to recover, uncaring about the possibility of being caught in the act. After a few minutes of severe panting, Samantha moved her head and found Danny's lips with her own, slipping her tongue into her brother's mouth for the briefest of moments. Lifting away, Samantha stared into his smitten eyes.

"Have fun?" Samantha asked, circling her finger against Harry's chest, still moving her pussy across his softening cock.

"That's one way of putting it!" Danny muttered, dropping his head back onto a soft pillow. He sighed as he felt his cum trickling down his shaft, caught by the tight ring surrounding the base. "I can't believe what we just did. It doesn't feel real."

"It certainly felt real to me," Samantha raised herself off of Danny's flaccid member and reached down to slide the shockingly full condom away, holding it up for her brother to behold. "Goodness, there's so much. I bet you never came half as much as this with any of the other girls you've bedded."

"You'd be right, surprisingly," Danny admitted, seeing a satisfied grin reaching his sister's smeared lips as she clambered away from him and hopped off the bed. "It was so... explosive."

"I do have that effect on men, and it seems that my dear brother is no different," Samantha tied off the end of the condom and dropped it into a small mesh waste-basket, assessing herself in her full-length mirror. "You've made quite the mess, Danny, I'll have to make myself presentable before we leave."

"We?" Danny chirped.

"Didn't I mention that? Must've slipped my mind," Samantha innocently brushed her hair, flashing a coy smirk. "It turns out that Becky would like the both of us to go to the party, she even sent you something fitting the occasion."

"This thing?" Danny followed the direction of Samantha's pointed finger, glancing at the plastic-wrapped package resting near the foot of the bed. He forced his energy-depleted body to move across the bed, flipping the package over to reveal a picture of a man dressed in a rendition of a bishop's robe and conical hat.

"It's your costume," Samantha answered, staring at her mirror as she wiped her brother's seed from her face, washing off the smeared make-up so she could start afresh. "She wanted to meet my twin, this was the perfect opportunity."

"Me?" Danny said, popping the plastic open to see the costume within. "Why would she want me there? I don't think I've ever spoken a word to her since she enrolled."

"There's nothing Becky loves more than pushing boundaries, what we just did pushed it over a cliff," Samantha took a seat in front of her dressing table, starting the long process of re-applying her make-up. "So if you want to see sorts of things go on at Becky's parties, then you'd better be quick about getting that thing on."

"You planned this, didn't you?" Danny sighed at the reflection of Samantha's impish grin.

"All I had to do was slip Cara ten bucks and tell her to mix together whatever chemicals she could get her hands on," Samantha explained, licking her lips before adding a layer of glossy black lipstick. "Mom and dad will be gone for hours, giving us enough time to get changed and out of the house without being seen. Now, enough talking! I want to be on our way within the hour, I've waited weeks for this party, and I'm not going to miss a second of it."