Hide at home.

You have the worst luck. Your whole family is at home all at once for the first time in ages. Your older brother James is home for spring break, not having a friday class he made it home to devote more time to making you feel like an insignificant insect. Who knows how late he will sleep in before heading out to catch up with his friends. Your twin sister, Emma, will leave for class first. She always likes to get to school early, probably so she can blow the same jerks who bully you. Your ditsy mom is a honest to goodness Norman Rockwell housewife, but she should have errands to run before the weekend. Your domineering dad is the last one you want finding you playing hooky, but his punctuality is his only weakness. You know he will be out the door before anyone.

You peek your head out of your bedroom door and see over the railing to the front door. Emma is just heading out in an outfit so slutty it makes you wish she wasn't your sister; half to spare yourself the embarrassment of having a thot for a twin and half because it would make your hard on significantly less confusing. Still, you aren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and seeing the coast is clear, you run down the hall and duck inside her room to wait out your family.

You can't remember the last time you were in your sister's room. Growing up you were so close, until they split you up in kindergarten and she found friends and flourished, and bullies found you and you floundered. Her wall is practically papered with pictures of bands, models, and movie stars you've never heard of. Most are so androgynous that you aren't sure if your sister is bicurious, or if you are. Either way you have another awkward erection and nothing but time on your hands.

You spend what feels like hours sitting on the edge of her bed, doing your best to disturb as little as possible, lest Emma discover your intrusion later and make you pay dearly for it. You listen closely for the number of doors opened and closed and by your count your dad leaves next, followed an eternity later by your mom, and surprisingly soon after that you hear James head out. You can't believe your luck. They should all be out at least until after you normally get home from school, and until then you have the whole house to yourself.

A sordid, shameful thought pops in your head and refuses to dislodge itself. You might not ever get another chance to peek through your slutty sister's things. You feel your heart pounding, blood rushes to your head and cock, making you blush and bone up and feel lightheaded. You tell yourself it's too risky, but deep down you know that you can't resist. The longer you wait, the less time you have to explore. You promise yourself it will just be a quick glance and then you will slink back to your room.

You start at her bedside vanity, amazed by the amount of make up and accessories scattered around. You see a tiny spritzer of "Juicy Peach Spray". You assume it is breath freshener, and out of curiosity you give it a try, only to find your throat tingling and growing numb. You can't believe what a whore she is, but it also has you curious what she has hidden if she has her cock sucking spray right out in the open.

You slide off the seat and peer under the bed, but just find dirty clothes. Remembering it's where you hide your mother's Victoria Secret catalogs after fishing them out of the recycling bin, you reach between her mattress and bed springs to find the good stuff. You are surprised when you feel something big...thick...and veiny! You yank it out half terrified, half morbidly curious and discover your apparently switchy sister's strap on dildo. Your cock throbs as you imagine Emma fucking her hot friends, girls you weren't confident enough to make a move on, even in your dreams.

Your curiosity more than piqued, you keep searching for contraband. Digging deeper, you feel something small and soft, pulling it out, you find a pair of panties. You examine them intensely, a silk pair of plaid panties with a bow in front and a heart shaped hole to give a view of her tight little ass in back. You notice they feel damp, and take a closer look...and whiff. A few pink pills wrapped inside fall out, but it barely registers compared to the forbidden fragrance wafting from your twisted twin's wet panties. You stretch your tongue out tentatively...

That's when a familiar voice rings out, "What are you doing in here?!"