It Always Is... :(

Sam’s mind shut down for a hard reboot. His shoulders stiffened and the hairs on his neck stood up as everything came back to him. The notebook. The rules. Fucking Bree raw every day and night for a month. Putting a baby in her. Everything came back to him like a fantasy he had almost forgotten. A fantasy that was entirely real.

“I see you know. Is that why you have sex toys in your passenger seat?”

Sam’s head whipped to the passenger side of his car and saw the adult toy store’s logo on the bag in plain view. “Uhhh… okay, I got nothing. It’s exactly as bad as it looks.”

“Mhm. Thank you for being honest. It’s good you know better than to lie to me. That will make this go a lot smoother.” She walked past the passenger seat and to the groceries, asking nonchalantly, “So what did you get? Not anything ****, right? If you use anything crazy on Bree or hurt her, I’ll kick your ass myself.”

Sam caught the threat for what it was. She passed it off as a joke, but he could hear the underlying edge in her voice.

“Sammy I… I would never hurt Bree. I don’t like her sometimes, but I would never try to… fuck me, I didn’t mean for it to be like this. God, I look like an ass.” He was losing his confidence by the second. All his plans and fantasies were starting to sound so stupid now.

“Well, you did buy sex toys to fuck your sister’s girlfriend with. So yeah, that’s definitely fucked up. What did you buy?”

“Nothing weird, I promise. Just some fuzzy cuffs and a vibrator.” He cringed at the way that sounded.

“Uh huh… yeah, that should be fine later on. Not for a while though. Let Bree get used to this. She needs space and you aren’t exactly her favorite person right now. She doesn’t trust you.”

Watching his twin grabbing up her share of grocery bags from the trunk, Sam responded quickly, “I know that. Those were meant to be for later on, after Bree was more comfortable with me and… all of this. You’re… surprisingly calm about everything.”

She walked past him and to the door. “Why shouldn’t I be? I know you wouldn’t hurt her, not intentionally at least. I also know you’re the kind of guy who will at least try to make my girlfriend feel good through all of this, because you’re not an asshole looking for a quick lay. If you were, you wouldn’t be living with us right now.”

Sam followed her inside, bringing up the rear with the rest of the food. He watched his twin the whole time, observing her carefully. Despite them being twins with remarkably similar faces, skin tone and hair, he’d certainly gotten the height between the two of them. Her hair was short, brown and wavy, cut just recently in a way that made her look nice. She did look tired though. Sam knew his sister. She was stressed and thinking about so many things at once. And then he had decided to make everything worse because he was feeling horny. What had he been thinking?

“I’m sorry Sammy. I’m so sorry. You’re the best sister I could have and I just… keep making things worse for you.” He couldn’t bring himself to look at her, shame filling his gut with toxic lead.

He felt her arms come around his sides to embrace him in a warm, sisterly hug. He instinctively bent into her, listening as she whispered, “It’s okay, really. It just happened so suddenly that we’re all thrown for a loop. It’s not like this is your doing.”

He flinched back. “Y-yeah, right. Um, I don’t suppose you have any advice for how to handle Bree?”

She just laughed. “Oh no no no, I don’t think I can help you there. As of now, this is between you and her, so just be nice and let her go at her own pace.”

Sam just rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks for the most generic advice ever.”

“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. That’s literally all I’ve ever done from the start, and I’d say it’s worked out pretty well so far.”

Sam couldn’t really argue with that logic, even if he wasn’t totally satisfied with it. He wondered for the upteenth time if all of this was really worth fucking Bree. This wasn’t exactly how his fantasy had gone in his head and he was already feeling a tad guilty for causing all this trouble. He idly wondered about taking everything back when Bree suddenly reappeared from her and Samantha’s room.

“Are you ready yet, perv? The faster we get this over with, the better. Lucky for me, I won’t need to wait long for your virgin ass to finish. Small miracles, I guess, just like you.”

Oh. Right.

“Bree, come ON. It’s not going to kill you.” His sister defended him, before adding, “Just pretend Sam is a new toy or something.”

“I’m sorry, but excuse you?” Sam couldn’t help but ask his sister incredulously.

“Actually, I like that idea. Just a little toy I decided to buy for myself and throw away after a few weeks of it not satisfying me. Sounds about right. Hell, I’m going to need some lube to deal with just how dry I’ll be for the next month.” Bree was grinning smugly, somehow daring him to challenge her there and then.

Samantha tried again to calm things down, but Sam finally decided something. He was ready to do what needed to be done.