O.Z - One-Shots: Bratty Twin's (TS)

My name is Blake Avery. I was born in the Madreput OZ, along with my twin brother Kevin. Apart from us, there's also our mother Emily (formerly a GP), our father Derrick (formerly a stay-at-home-dad), and our older sister Jess (formerly a grad student at the University of Madreput).

When we were kids, Dad was the family Alpha... And when Kevin and I turned 18, I was the one who took over. See, the Madreput OZ Guidelines don't allow twins to share ownership of a family. Whichever twin was born first is considered the eldest son (and therefore the Alpha), as shown on the birth certificate. Mom and Dad informed me that I was the eldest, and that was that.

They seemed relieved, to be honest. Jess doubly so. Our parents love us all equally, but I was always the responsible one. Everyone had faith that I wouldn't fuck things up... That I wouldn't twist this family into some ludicrous harem.

I think I lived up to that expectation. I went easy on Jess, only using her when I was between girlfriends. We didn't click romantically, but she showed me a damn good time anyway. I almost never fucked Mom, and even let her and Dad keep the master bedroom for themselves. I had some ideas about the finances and stuff, but it was all pretty standard. Everyone was happy... Except Kevin.

I mean, I understood his frustration. I really did. We were always equals... Until we weren't. But he kept going on about all this depraved shit! Every day he wanted some new, perverted mod for Mom or Jess. Fake tits, aphrodisiacs, IQ reducers... Even the more mundane stuff, like his ideas for their new "uniforms," seemed pretty sketchy to me. I only ever caved on his (well, our) birthdays, letting him have one of the girls for a week or two along with some temporary ****.

Honestly, I think the parents spoiled him too much growing up. Shit, maybe I spoiled him too, once I took over. No discipline, no anger, just giving him whatever he wanted (except for the more perverted shit). Maybe if we'd treated him a little more firmly... Or maybe if I'd just given in completely... We could have avoided what came next.

God, it makes my blood boil--Ah, sorry. I'm usually a pretty calm g-guh... Calm guy... These days. But when I talk about the past, everything gets messy. Fuzzy, almost. I'll try to keep going.

When we were 20, Kevin was cleaning the basement when he stumbled across our original birth certificate. Surprise, surprise... He was the older twin. Our parents lied, in order to put me in charge.

Kevin was furious. He emerged from the basement screaming at the top of his lungs, phone in hand, an inch away from calling the cops. Once my parents realized what was going on, they started begging and pleading. Then they told me to leave the room... And when I wouldn't, Kevin shoved the birth certificate in my face.

I wandered outside in a daze, knowing I couldn't refuse Kevin's command to "fuck off while we work this out." The last thing I saw was my mother and father, shocked and humiliated, dropping to the floor in front of my not-so-little brother. His fly was open before their knees hit the floor.

When I returned home that night, Kevin was taking Mom on the kitchen table. He had her locked in a mating press, sloppily making out with her as he pumped her full of jizz. Jess was behind him, licking his balls and lapping up the stray cum that leaked out of Mom with each powerful thrust.

I was worried I'd find Dad in a similar position, but he was gone. I later found out that he was at the Pearson's Perfections clinic, picking up **** and booking the girls some appointments. Kevin had waited long enough, apparently, and he wasn't going to waste time.

Six months later, Mom was visibly pregnant. She acted proud, honored even, to be carrying her Alpha son's baby... But I have no idea how much of that was real, and how much was the result of the mysterious **** cocktail Kevin had started feeding her. Obedience enhancers, maybe, or even fertility meds... Who knows? None of us had permission to check, because of the clinic's precious Doctor-Alpha confidentiality. We all just took whatever pills or smoothies he shoved in our faces.

But Mom's fate was a walk in the park compared to our sister's... Jess, or should I say "Jizzdump," had an IQ of 50, an insatiable sex drive, and the pain threshold of an MMA fighter. She spent her days staggering around the house in whatever tube dress or micro-bikini Kevin dressed her in (more accurately, ordered Mom to dress her in). She also wore a leash and collar, so our brother could drag her from room to room. He'd use her for hours, plowing her throat, pussy, or asshole without an ounce of restraint. All the while she'd twitch with orgasm, happy to be stretched out by her brother's massive cock.

He said the IQ reduction was temporary... That he would get bored of her someday, and let her go back to school. But I had my doubts. My brother is a man of routine and Jizzdump is part of the furniture, just like his favorite gaming chair. I knew in my heart that he'd never go back to spending his evenings playing videogames without his cock lodged in her eager throat.

As for Dad, he had to get a job when Mom quit hers. I had no idea what he did for a living; only he and Kevin knew the details. He'd basically just come home, hand over the money, and sleep... And yet he never complained, and even seemed happy on the few occasions we talked. There was no question about what was in his **** cocktail: obedience enhancers, 100%.

Finally, there was me. I... Didn't do anything. Kevin didn't let me go to college, but he also didn't make me get a mysterious, probably-degrading job like Dad's. He just kept me at home, forcing me to listen (and sometimes watch) as he made Jess his Jizzdump and Mom his breeding sow.

I had no idea what he was planning for me, if anything. I felt pretty much like I always had: bored, sure, but not restless. Everything was normal with my body, too: short brown hair, check. Wider hips, check. Budding breasts, check. Everything was normal. Normal. Definitely... What was I saying?

Oh, yeah. It wasn't long before Kevin and Mom got married, in a ceremony attended by all his hot Alpha friends. The most emotional part was when my brother jacked off his big, strong cock into Mom's cupped hands, all over her and Dad's wedding rings... I teared up a little, and not just because Kevin's best man was balls-deep in my throat at the time.

But bittersweet nostalgia aside, it wasn't so bad. Kevin and Mom were married, yeah, with my sister as their toy and Dad as their ****... But at least I was left untouched. Just good 'ol Beth Avery, the gorgeous girl next door.

It's a good thing, too... My breasts have always been nearly watermelon-sized; can you imagine if he gave me **** or whatever, to try and make them bigger? I'd explode! And don't get me started on my ass, or even my lips... I'm just so grateful that he's kept me the way I am. That he loves me the way I am.

So that brings us to the present: their honeymoon in Hawaii! Mom looks so good in her bikinis, despite the pregnant belly; it's enough to make an poor, innocent, bisexual girl's mouth water! I know she's my mom, but Kevin says it's okay. He likes watching me eat her out, or put my... Um, my clit... Inside her.

He lets Mom and I fuck whenever he's busy using Jizzdump, or calling Dad back home. I don't know why he's keeping such close tabs on him... If I were Dad, I'd be so honored to have my wife stolen by such a strong, young Alpha!

So anyway, um... Where was I going with this? I started off kinda angry, but I don't remember why. I feel so much better now, talking about my perfect life... Oh, maybe that's why I wrote it? To make myself feel better, about something?

Hmm, but what do I have to 'feel better' about? Everything's fine. Everyone's fine.

Kevin's on a video call with Dad, and that always makes him smile and laugh. I like it when he smiles.

Mom's keeping him company by eating his ass. What a catch... She's a loving mother and a dutiful wife, rolled into one!

Dad seems cheerful, too, from the glimpses I've seen on Kevin's phone... I think he's at work, in that office that looks just like a bathroom stall. He's liking his job more and more, these days... Good for him!

Jizzdump's lying in the tub, recovering after Kevin let that entire tour bus blowbang her. It's not just a name: she's always happiest when she's literally bathing in spooge.

As for me, I've got the best job of all: worshiping my big brother's perfect cock! Whenever it pops up, I'm supposed to wrap my big, bouncy, all-natural titties around the shaft, while my fat lips suck the tip. I've just gotta pay real close attention, to make sure I take his facial or suck it down, depending on--

Oh! Looks like he's getting hard again... Good job, Mom! Sorry, but I gotta go.

I guess writing this did help, because I'm so wet right now. Maybe Kevin will fuck my brains out, if I ask him really nicely?