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When he woke up again, it was not to the sight of a beautiful woman fucking herself on his morning wood. Instead, his sister was standing over him, waiting after giving him an initial shake.

“Hey Sammy.” He greeted her groggily.

“Sup. We need to talk.” Her arms were crossed as she gave one of those looks.

“… right, suppose we do.” He grumbled, memories coming back to him through the morning fog as he turned to better face her.

Unfortunately, that may not have been the best move, as his morning erection made itself known from the tent it made in his sheets. His twin’s eyes flicked to the intruding protrusion and widened perceptively.

“Maybe we should talk after you deal with that.” She said irritably, rolling her eyes away.

“Sorry, can’t help it. Gimme a sec.” Sam said, adjusting himself so that his erection was flattened back onto his stomach. He was a lot bigger now, so it was a little strange to feel his own girth reach his belly. The errant thought of fitting all his cock into Bree last night made him twitch.

Samantha just sighed before schooling herself. “Okay, fine. I talked with Bree and she confirmed what happened. Most of it, anyway. You made a deal and now you get to do whatever you want with my girlfriend for a month. So, what do I need to look out for? I’d prefer we were mature about this, so maybe some sort of warning that you’re in the mood or something?”

Sam blinked. Right, the rule said no more judgement…

“Well, as much as I’d love to do anything I wanted, I get the feeling that I would only have a month left to live if I did, so I’ll make sure to hold back.”

A little bit of tension left his sister’s shoulders, conscious or not, as she replied, “That’s already more than I’d hoped, to be honest. I can assume you… enjoyed your first time and I was a little worried how far you’d take it. Not that I wouldn’t blame you if you did. Free sex is free sex.”

“But you’re still my sister and Bree’s not my girlfriend. I’ve already made mistakes and… I won’t do that again. I’m better than what Bree thinks of me. Or at least I want to be better.”

Samantha’s brow arched up. “Well, that’s definitely a good start, but you still haven’t answered my question. How are you planning to do this?”

Sam leaned back, a frown forming on his face. “Well, we can’t leave it up to Bree, cause she’s a bitch. Sorry sis, but at least give me one freebie today.” She just rolled her eyes. “On the other hand, as much as I talk a big game, I honestly don’t trust myself with controlling my sex privileges. It feels, uh, well…”

“Really fucking good, right? I know. She’s my girlfriend.” She reminded him coyly, a proud smile on her lips despite the circumstances.

“Exactly. She’s yours, so you should be the one to decide when and how this gets done.” Sam answered seriously.

It was the best solution he could come up with. He didn’t trust himself, plain and simple. The temptation to give Bree what she deserved every day and night was so strong, but he wanted to do the right thing. Desperately so. His sister was, after all, considerably smarter than him as well. She definitely wouldn’t have used a pen on a reality changing notebook.

Bringing him back to the present, the woman in question was looking at him with an expression he couldn’t read. Which was saying something, cause they had lived all their lives together, but his own twin sister had somehow learned how to form a wall around her thoughts and emotions from him. It always hurt him a bit to see that strange expression. It made him feel alone and separated from the one person he always assumed he could never be separated from.

So it made him all the more unsettled when she blankly asked, “Are you being serious, Sam?”

“Um… yes? Is that a dumb idea?”

She stared at him longer than before, analyzing him for something he couldn’t imagine before answering, “it’s just… strange that you would let me decide. Not what I was expecting. You normally hate not having control over a situation.”

“Yeah, same as you.” He shot back, not quite getting what the problem was. “You make it sound like you thought I wouldn’t care about how you or Bree felt about all this. Didn’t think you thought that little of me.”

He had to look away then, hurt in his voice that he couldn’t hold back. Maybe Bree really had gotten to her. Maybe he’d really been about to lose his own sister to that bitch’s lies. Sam felt that familiar, black, tar-like anger begin to bubble from the pit of his stomach again.

Then his sister said something he hadn’t expected. With a tired sigh, she reluctantly, nervously admitted, “Well, mostly cause that’s what I would’ve done if our situation was reversed somehow. I thought about it last night, while I was out. Thought about what you would do and what I’d do in your place. The situation isn’t quite the same, but I could see it.”

Her arms crossed over her chest, hands idly holding herself for some level of comfort as she noted, “After everything that’s happened? Never having any sexual experience. A sibling whose partner hated my guts for reasons I didn’t understand, and suddenly being given free reign to do anything I wanted as ****… I’m no saint, Sam. None of us are. I’d be tempted, certainly. Probably wouldn’t have taken long before I took advantage and did whatever I wanted. I wouldn’t have wanted to give up that kind of power to you, so I’m just surprised you’re offering exactly that. Color me shocked.”

Sam just listened, his mind going through much the same as Samantha. The difference was she was missing the notebook. There was SO much worse he could do if given the chance. He knew that now. But… it did make him feel better, knowing she understood his position, at least a little.

“Soooo, does that mean you’ll let me have sex with Bree whenever I want? Bit of sibling solidarity?”

She laughed, then proclaimed giddily “Oh fuck off asshole! Too late to change your mind now. I’m calling the shots from here on.”

Sam just rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever. Just… promise no butt stuff on me, okay? That’s my only real line, no matter what.”

She just rolled her eyes again. “Fiiine. You’re precious butt is safe from me. Least I can do, really, and that’s not my thing anyway.”

Sam had to let out a sigh in relief. That unspoken threat from Bree about their bet still sent shivers down his spine. But he was relieved for other reasons as well. The fact was that he was just glad he wasn’t responsible for what happened next. He was exhausted from the mistakes he’d made already. He just hoped this would be the correct choice.

“Alright, well, time for you to get up and come to the kitchen. Don’t bother getting dressed in more than a pair of sweats. You won’t be wearing them for long.” She ordered, a wild smile on her lips.

Sam didn’t immediately react, unable to tell if he’d really heard what his sister had told him. “C-come again, Sammy?”

“Oh, you will brother o’ mine. You will. I’m gonna let Bree know about how things are going to go down from here on. You meet us there after you’re dressed. See ya!”

And like that, she was gone. Sam sat still in his bed, unable to process what had just happened. He had honestly thought he knew his sister, at least more than anyone else. But he had absolutely no idea what she was planning now? Or maybe he did, but what he was imagining was so impossible that he’d never considered it. He still couldn’t. Maybe. He didn’t really know what to expect when he gave over control to Samantha. Maybe she’d have told him to only do it at night in the dark, for an hour max at most. Maybe less than that.

But this? He didn’t know what to expect at all.