This the story of an average boy who has his whole world turned upside-down one fateful weekend.
===============================================================================
My name’s Aaron, I’m 5’11”, 155 lbs. I have blue eyes and brown hair. I’m slightly more muscular than average, slender, with an 8 inch penis. My twin sister, Emily, is slightly smaller than I, at 5’9”, 145 lbs. She has blonde hair, green eyes, C cup breasts and was developing curves in all the right places.
When we were growing up, we did everything together. When she spent time with her group of friends, they welcomed me as one of the girls and when I had my friends over she was welcome as one of the guys. We always enjoyed each other’s company, unlike most siblings. I had always assumed that was because we were twins. She was born 3.5 minutes before I was, making her ever so slightly older than I. We spent most of our time together in the basement, we would just sit and converse. Sometimes I would play video games while we talked, and sometimes she would text a friend, still other times we would put on a movie from the massive collection we had obtained over the past few years. Oh, I almost forgot to mention, we are both 4 years old, born February 29th. (If you count the years not birthdays, since we were born than that makes us 18).
We had our “birthday” a few days ago and I sat on the basement couch as my Emily decorated for her weekend sleepover with two of her friends. Her two friends were Claire and Jane and the three of them did everything together. As we were getting older, all the parents had talked and decided to go away for a weekend and leave the four of us at our house. The parents were to leave for a spa resort in about a half an Emily and I were excited for a weekend of hanging out. As I said earlier, the three of them had always rather enjoyed my company since we moved here in the second grade. So anyway, we were all going to meet and spend the weekend at our house starting in 15 minutes or so, Friday night, until Monday night when the parents would get back, we were able to stretch the weekend out because there is a teacher in-service day at our high school on Monday. (Ever since the Sandyhook shooting in 2012, the school district does not what students in the building at the same time as strangers, Monday is local election voting day and our school is a polling place… I digress… the point is no school on Monday).
**KNOCK** **KNOCK** **KNOCK**
“YAY there here!” Emily screamed as she ran up the steps to get the door.
She opened the door and Claire and Jane walked in carrying their bags. The parents hugged, kissed, said goodbye and made sure to establish ground rules, and left. We were generally good kids and planned to follow the rules established for us.
MOM’S GROUND RULES
-NO strangers in the house
-NO parties
-NO going out for more than an hour
-DON’T do stupid S***
My dad ran back in the door handed me an envelope and left. The girls had already run downstairs to the basement at this point and had not seen this exchange. I thought nothing of it as my dad said that he was going to give me some money for groceries (if we needed it). I nonchalantly opened the envelope and immediately noticed a note that my dad left for me. I opened it and it read “Do with this what you wish and don’t tell mom.” Immediately I noticed something strange about the wad of cash. He had not given me something like 50 bucks as I had expected, instead he had left 500. Something else I noticed was a key in the bottom of the envelope, I pulled it out and compared it to the house key in my pocket, as I did not recognize the grooves on the blade of the key. They did not match and not knowing what the key was for, I put the key, note and money back in the envelope, folded it in half and put it in the pocket of my cargo shorts.
“Aaron, you coming?” I heard Jane yell up from the basement.
“Yeah, just gimme a sec.” I yelled back, “You girls want some snacks?”
“Yeah, sure,” they responded in unison.
Not wanting to keep them waiting, I grabbed a bag of chips, and wend down the stairs, getting one of each person’s favorite kind of soda from the minifridge in the bar in the basement as I walked by, arranging them neatly on the table in the middle of the room. Jane and Claire got up and said hi and happy birthday followed with a hug. We sat down and decided that we were going to watch a movie. We were all able to agree on 500 days of summer, a rom-com. (spoiler alert) Now if you’ve seen 500 days of summer, you’ll know that the main character works as a greeting card writer in the love card section and you would know that there’s a scene when after he has his heart broken by a girl and wrights a card with the message “Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Fuck you whore.” I don’t know what is so funny about it but we were all dying of laughter.
By the time the movie ended, it was around six o’clock and I told the girls that we should probably start thinking about having some dinner.
“How about stir fry?” Claire suggested.
“Sounds good to me” Emily agreed.
“Yeah,” Echoed Jane, “Can you make that really good beef and shrimp stir fry that you make?”
“Why not,” I responded.
I went upstairs and began to take out ingredients already I hear whispers and giggling coming from the basement. They had learned that they have to wisper if they don’t want me to hear them, even while in the basement (I have pretty acute senses).
Oh, I almost forgot, I didn’t describe Jane and Claire! They’re both roughly the same height at around 5’8”. Claire is a Generous B-cup with a petite figure and blond hair. She has a tendency to be flirty and dress in a more, shall we say, provocative, manor. Not slutty, just not afraid to show what she’s got. Jane, on the other hand, has beautiful, D-cup breasts with curvier hips and brown hair. However, she dresses in a more conservative manor.
When I came back 10 minutes later with dinner, the girls were just ending their conversation and I heard Claire whisper “Aaron” as I walked down the steps. I put the food down as they giggled and began eating. After we finished I went up and did the dishes.
I came back down and to my surprise the girls were wearing their pajamas. Emily was just finishing telling a story about our cousin who had too much to drink at a family reunion. I put my hand in my pocket and felt the key and then it dawned on me what the key was for. I ran behind the bar in the basement and shoved the key in the lock on the booze closet under the counter. The key turned ant the cabinet opened. There, in all its gloriousness, sat a bottle of champagne as well as four glasses with a small note with the words “Go for it skipper” written on it. Now if I forgot to mention this earlier, my dad would call me skipper when I was a younger kid and has referred to me as such ever since. I took out the champagne and the glasses and locked the closet. I carried them over and set the glasses on the table, opened the champagne and poured it.
“Is that what I think it is?” Jane asked.
“Sure is, courtesy of dear old dad.”
“Bullshit,” Emily accused.
I went on to explain the envelope, the key and the 500 dollars as well as suggesting that we have dinner out on Saturday night.
I grabbed a glass and raised it saying “Here’s to friendship, here’s to 18!”
The girls followed and we sat and talked for a few minutes until Claire turned to Emily and asked “truth, or dare?”
“WOA, WOA, WOA, if were gonna play, we have to set up ground rules.” Emily looked at the clock, 8:30. “We will play until midnight, no backing out of the game, no daring to only do dares, and noting dangerous, painful or disgusting, which will be determined by way of democracy. Does everyone agree to these rules?”
“Sure.”
“Okay.”
“Why not.”
Immediately Claire turns to Emily and asks truth or dare.
“Truth.”
“Is that story about your drunk cousin really true?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, Emily since it was you who just went now it’s your turn to ask someone,” I said.
“Okay, Aaron, truth or dare?
“Dare.”
“Go get vodka and 4 shot glasses from the bar and take a shot of vodka.”
So I went and got the vodka and took a shot. If you didn’t know, (and I don’t know why you would), I have a really high alcohol tolerance level. I asked Jane truth or dare and because I could not come up with anything good, I asked if she liked chocolate or vanilla better. (She prefers vanilla.) Jane then asked Claire to which she responded dare.
“Take off your shorts.”
It was clear that she was going to protest but decided not to, as she knew she would lose the argument. Claire stood up, and slipped down her cotton pajama bottoms, leaving just her plain white panties covering her erogenous zone.
Claire asked me truth or dare and I choose dare. Preparing to take another shot of vodka, I was surprised when she told me to strip down to my shorts. I consented, slipping off my shirt it in the corner where Claire had thrown her shorts, revealing my toned abs.
Before I had a chance to ask, Jane said dare. I dared her to take off her shirt. Jane took off her shirt revealing a lacey pink bra covering her beautiful D-cup tits.
Not to my surprise, Jane next dared Emily to take off her shirt, revealing her green bra.
Next, Emily dared Claire to take off her shirt. I was surprised to say the least by what I saw. Claire wasn’t wearing a bra!! I gasped as she threw her shirt on the building pile of clothes in the corner. It was now obvious that this was a serious game.
In Jane and my turn, both Jane and Emily were now also topless. By this point I was rocking a half-bone, trying to conceal it with a weird posture. Now Emily’s turn, we decided that we should just do dares from now on. Emily dared Jane to take off her shorts, under which she had cute pink panties that matched her bra. Now Jane’s turn she dared me to take off my cargo shorts. I did and then realized that we all now had only one layer over our bottoms. As we all came to this realization, I stood up and said “I think that we should all one by one take off our bottoms.” We all agreed and it was somehow decided that I would go first. Never one to back down, I stood up, put my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers and freed my throbbing cock from its prison. Their faces turned red as I caught them staring at my 8 inch penis. Emily decided to go next, revealing her soft pussy lips with her neatly trimmed pubic hair. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep my erection under control. Jane and Claire decided to go at the same time and I gave up on trying to control my hard cock once I was their pussys. Jane’s hair was cut into a longer thin strip whereas Claire was shaved entirely. We all just sort of stood there for a few minutes looking at each other. It was really weird at first but then suddenly, it stopped being awkward and we went back to hanging out like we always did, except naked and playing truth or dare.
