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Just the six of us 1

Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Masturbation, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

hands. "No it was something more like this," he said, tickling her ribs mercilessly. She rolled back, kicking her feet and cackling. "Ack, stop it, stop it. Mike, stop it PLEASE! Ow, stop it you fucker. Quit! QUIT!" He always knew right where to tickle. They were twins, of course he knew; it was right where he was ticklish. "She's got boobs," the voice pointed out. Mike stopped, letting Em catch her breath. He wondered if there was an operation he could get to block out the voice, which seemed intent on pointing out the obvious. He probably needed therapy. Seeing her start to rise, he quickly moved his hand back into tickling position. "STOP," she said loudly, a wide smile on her face. She smacked him on the arm and stood to head back to her room. "Back to bed?" he inquired. "Now that I've been tickled and woken up?" she asked rhetorically, and flipped him the bird as she left the room and shut the door behind her. "Fucker," he heard her say from the hallway. He lay back down on his pillow, arms under his head, and stared up at his ceiling. He'd always known he had an evil voice in his head, but he wasn't a schizophrenic or anything. At least, he didn't think he was. Does a crazy person know they are crazy? It wasn't an evil voice anyway, just kind of a perverted voice. His expression changed as he realized, that if he was without realizing it, he could be one 'knock, knock' joke away from slicing up all four of his s****rs. He shook his head clear, 'you think too much', he ... told himself and chuckled, realizing he could never do that. They'd always been there for him when he needed them. Most of them, he amended. His thoughts drifted back to Emma, the yin to his yang. "Wang," said the voice, causing Mike to roll his eyes. He was always very protective of his s****r, not that she'd ever needed it. She was the same height as he, though not nearly as muscular, and of course she was pretty. She'd had boyfriends in the past, but not many. None really hung around too long, probably because she and her b*****r were so damn close. He'd never thought of himself as intimidating, but figured that he could be pretty scary, if the need ever arose. They had the same nose, though his had been broken several times. Same emerald green eyes, same hair, except hers was longer. Long and brown, curly near the ends. Yeah, she was definitely very pretty. "Pretty Hot," the voice added. Mike ignored it. Being twins meant they had always been close. They had just started their first year at college together, the same one of course. They had most of the same classes, ever the twins. It didn't bother him much. He'd never gotten tired of having her around. She was like his right hand, he decided. "And you know what you use your right hand for," "Shut up," Mike said out loud. He did think she was pretty, though. All of his s****rs were. Mike couldn't think of Emma in that way, though, not seriously. It was like, thinking of himself that way. Mike briefly wondered what he'd ...