1. The Goth Twins


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Incest, Masturbation, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: JDarkholm, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    tonight. I get up and open my door, hers is closed so I walk past the bathroom we share and pause. I don't hear sex noises, I hear crying. I don't even knock, just go in to see her face down, sobbing into her pillow.. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I start softly rubbing her back. Her head pops up in shock. "Mar? What?" "What happened sis?" "Thought you and Stace would be busy." "Long story but it's over. You're the one turning eyeliner into a black river. What's going on?" She half rolls so that she's on her side, mascara and eyeliner now running down the side of her face. "Steve and I were going to the club when I told him that I was accepted with full scholarship at Harvard. He thought for a moment and the first thing out of his fucking mouth was, 'So you're not going with me to A&M as we talked about. Fine, how about we skip the club and have a last fuck before we call it splits?'. He was going to dump me right after fucking me just cause I wanted a better school." "So you had him bring you home?" "Fuck no. Belted him and took the bus. He's probably spit a couple teeth out already." "Means I don't have to go and break his arms," I chuckle. She snickers through her tears. "That's my little brother, always willing to break someone for me." "Do you have to keep reminding me that you came out of mom an hour before I did? I still think you clawed your way past me." "Show me the scars," she teases. The tears are still there but she's starting to smile. Then there's a sigh, ...
    "Why do guys have to be so fucked in the head?" "Don't look at me, I'm a guy so I'll lie about that." "You're not a guy, you're my brother. You're alway nice." "Should I do something mean to prove my manhood?" A slap to my arm. "You do and I'll put itching powder in your shadow." A tilt of her head. "Why you clean faced anyway? Oh, right...Stacy. What happened there Mar?" "She put an ultimatum out. I go into debt prison to go to Berkley with her or we're done. Screw that, a free ride at MIT beats anything." Liz sits up then leans into me, arms around my shoulders. "Oh Mar. I never knew what you saw in her anyway." "Maybe cause she was one of the few norms who didn't look at me like I was going to go all Columbine on her." "So we've both been screwed over. What do we do, mope around here like a couple of EMOs, listen to Amber Pacific, Ida and the rest?" "Fuck that," I say. "I feel like stomping it out." "Sub-Zero?" "Ya, I was thinking of going there and just keep my space, not even accepting any invites to The Wall. How about it, want to pretend the dance floor is Steve's face?" Her smile gets wider. "One thing though," she says. I nod and she grins. "If any Combichrist comes up, we gotta pair for it." "Liz, for tonight the only person I step with is you. You want to pair with someone, I'll go hold up the bar." "Screw that. At least with you I know I'm with someone who knows how to dance." "Alright, you fix your face and I'll go put mine on as well as getting changed." "Thread ...