Level 1: Dawn's Bedroom

Dawn throws down her game controller and jumps up as soon as you peek into her door.

"Oh, PAUL!" she squeals, pulling you into a fierce hug. "I've really, really missed you," she says, almost gulping for air. "Really missed you."

Dawn is young and trim with large round breasts held in a sports bra. She's wearing a T-Shirt with some big words printed on it (you didn't have time to read them) and a pair of short-shorts showing over her long, athletic legs. She's wearing a pair of cute pink fuzzy socks.

"Are you okay, Dawnie? What's the matter?" you ask, surprised by how hard she's hugging you.

"I'm just SO GLAD you're home." You can feel her cheeks are wet. Is she crying?

"You knew I would someday be going to college, right? That we wouldn't always be together?"

"But I didn't realize how much I'd miss my twin."

Dawn is referring to how close you are in age, just over 10 months apart. And how you looked so much alike that everyone just assumed you were identical twins. You can remember how once someone bought a pair of cute pink baby-girl dresses when you were both 4 or 5, and how your biological father went into a rage and hit your mother when he found out.

Thank god Dawn doesn't seem to remember any of that.

"Is everything okay? Has Dave done something to you?"

"What? Dave? Oh, nothing like that. In fact, I think Dave saved me, honestly."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Come," she says. "Let's talk."

She pulls you into her bed which is piled high with dirty laundry.

"Sorry," she says, pushing some aside. "Mom says I'm a grown-up now and I have to do my own laundry. So I mostly just skip it."

"Ew."

She drags you down onto her pillow, the two of your facing each other and snuggling, nose to nose.

"I know!" she says. "You could do my laundry for me!

Your mind goes on a fritz, thinking of picking up Dawn's laundry, her delicate, smelly underthings, and taking armloads of this finery down to be washed. You distinctly remember burying your face in her dirty clothes which you fished out of the laundry hamper.

You turn your head and realize that you're laying on a pair of her dirty socks and used cotton panties.

Oh god... the smell. You can smell the smell. Fuck, you're getting hard... Please god, not with my sister!

"I can tell you like the idea," she teases, licking the tip of your nose.

"Do not," you say, huffily.

"Do too! Maybe an incentive would help? How about a kiss for every time you do my laundry for me?"

"A kiss?" you ask, eyes wide, shocked. Oh sure, you were hoping for a nice hug, with her breasts pressed against your body as you smelled her hair... but a KISS? Never in your wildest dreams did you think this might happen!!

"Like this," she says, opening her mouth and boldly placing her lips and yours -- and now YOU ARE MAKING OUT WITH YOUR SISTER!!! WHAT THE FUCK??? You whimper with pleasure.

[Gotcha, thinks Dawn, congratulating herself.]

Has everyone in this house gone ABSOLUTELY INSANE???

But oh... Dawnie is so nubile and young and just the perfect 'girl next door who is super sweet and game for anything' that you can't help but kiss her back.

But when she opens her mouth and you feel her tongue, you pull back.

"Dawn!" you gasp, eyes wide.

"I'm a grown woman now, Paul," she says, stroking her fingers through your hair. "I kiss like a grown-up now. And don't tell me you don't like it, because I can tell you do." She pushes her knee into your crotch where your rock-hard penis gives you away.

[Haha, this is perfect, she thinks to herself. Now if I can just get him to agree to be my panty maid, then we'll be one step closer...]

"OH FUCK, please stop," you moan, not actually wanting it to stop.

"So what do you say, Paul?" she asks, licking your lips with the tip of her tongue. "I would be ever so grateful if you'd agree to do my laundry for me. I promise I would give you a 'thank you' kiss for every time you did my laundry. Like this."

She pulls you back into a kiss and you can't help but open your mouth and receive her tongue, and soon you are necking like horny teenagers (which you are). You find yourself getting hornier an hornier, as you are kissed by your hot sister with her big breasts (are they larger than when you left for college? you wonder).

"So what do you say?" Dawnie asks. "Do we have a deal?"