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Wrote this over summer. There will be seven chapters total. Incest isn't normally my thing, but neither is age play and yet here we are. lol! I hope you enjoy it. —————————— Chapter 1. Sammy woke with a start and found that he was peeing. Rather than trying to cut off the flow, he let it happen. He was wearing a pull-up, after all. He sighed. It was the third time this week, and it was only Thursday. He no longer wet himself every night, though he wouldn’t bother getting up and going to the bathroom if he needed to pee when he woke up. He’d been having the same dream as the other times. He’d been walking down a wooded path, hand in hand with his twin brother, Robbie, when he suddenly felt the urge to pee. In the dream, they were little boys, maybe six or seven. ‘I have to pee, Robbie,’ said little Sammy. ‘We gotta keep walking,’ little Robbie replied. ‘Just pee in your pants, it’s okay.’ Little Sammy in the dream had peed in his pants, and real world Sammy had woken up, still peeing. Sammy looked at his phone, which lay on the bedside table. It was only six, too early to get up for school. Looking at the date, he suddenly realised that today was his birthday; his and Robbie’s both. Today, they turned eighteen. He shifted in his bed, lying back down. The pull-up, warm and wet, shifted with him, rubbing against his crotch and making his dick hard. He palmed himself, listening for Robbie’s breathing in the bunk above him. It sounded like he was still asleep, so Sammy quietly got himself off, biting his lip when he came. Then he got out of bed, ready for a shower. ‘Happy birthday, Sammy,’ said a voice, and Sammy turned to look at his twin, who peered down at him from the top bunk, grinning. ‘Happy birthday, Robbie,’ Sammy replied with a smile. ‘Okay if I get the first shower?’ ‘Be my guest.’ Robbie yawned. ‘I’m not even fully awake yet.’ Sammy grabbed his bathrobe, wondering vaguely if Robbie had heard him get off. Not that it mattered. They were twins, after all. They’d hit puberty at the same time, shared a room their whole lives, they’d jerked off together on more than one occasion. Sammy and Robbie were identical. They had the same auburn hair and hazel eyes, the same freckles, and they were both exactly the same height. Their own family had a hard time telling them apart when they were little, not to mention strangers. But that was where the similarities ended. Where Robbie was boisterous and outgoing, Sammy was timid and withdrawn. While Robbie enjoyed physical activity and team sports, Sammy preferred more artistic pursuits, like drawing and writing. Robbie had many friends, whereas Sammy spent most of his time alone. Sammy’s only real friend was Robbie. As they grew older, they got easier to tell apart, thanks to Robbie’s athleticism. They were both tall, but where Sammy was slim and willowy, Robbie was strong and muscular, with broad shoulders and legs like tree trunks. Sammy envied his brother his body sometimes and often found himself admiring it when he sat sketching by the track at school, waiting for Robbie to finish training. Identical or not, Sammy knew Robbie was by far the hotter of the two of them, and the girls at school seemed inclined to agree. He took off the pull-up and disposed of it before getting in the shower. Sammy had wet the bed his whole life. His and Robbie’s mom had passed away before they turned four, and Sammy’s potty training had never quite taken. Their father, Greg, hadn’t bothered with it. He didn’t much care for children in the first place, and with his wife gone, he paid little attention to his sons, especially Sammy. Robbie was much tougher than his brother and did all the things Greg felt a man ought to do, and so Greg grew to be proud of him, but Sammy was always a disappointment. Greg more or less ignored him, except to punish him. Sammy had to endure more than a few beatings from his father when he’d wet himself as a child, which had happened frequently. Sammy eventually learned to hold his bladder in the daytime, but but never at night, and so he wore diapers to bed. Through everything, Robbie had been on his side. He’d stood up for Sammy against their father and bullies alike. Sammy remembered peeing his pants in the school yard when he was six, and Robbie, already stronger than most other kids, standing between him and the bullies, warning them off, while Sammy cried with embarrassment and shame. After his shower, Sammy returned to the bedroom to find his brother still in bed. ‘Took your time, didn’t you?’ said Robbie and grinned. He climbed down and ruffled Sammy’s wet hair. ‘I gotta piss real bad. Envy you those diapers sometimes, Sammy.’ Sammy blushed, looking away. ‘You shouldn’t. They suck.’ Robbie’s smile softened. ‘I know. I’m sorry. I was just kidding.’ He hugged Sammy close. ‘So, you looking forward to Saturday?’ Sammy smiled. ‘You are, that’s all that matters.’ ‘Don’t be so negative, it’ll be fun.’ Robbie pulled on his bathrobe. ‘Yvana will be there.’ He smirked. Sammy shook his head and looked down. ‘So what?’ ‘So she likes you, is what!’ Robbie laughed. ‘Don’t you think it’s time you started dating?’ ‘Yeah, ’cause girls love guys who wet the bed,’ Sammy mumbled. Robbie sighed. ‘Fine, I won’t push. Still, it’s our eighteenth birthday party. I intend to make sure you have a good time. Okay, little brother?’ ‘You were born five minutes before me,’ Sammy pointed out with a laugh. ‘Still makes me older.’ Robbie laughed too, then left the room. Sammy sighed and began to get dressed. Robbie was always going on about girls, but Sammy had never been able to understand what all the fuss was about. When puberty came and went and Sammy still had no interest in girls, he’d wondered if he might be gay, but boys didn’t really interest him either. When he got off, he didn’t think of anyone in particular; he just thought of getting off. Going downstairs, he found Greg in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and the morning paper. ‘Morning, Dad,’ said Sammy. He received a non-committal grunt in reply. Shrugging, Sammy went over to the fridge and got out some milk for his cereal. He grabbed a bowl and filled it with cornflakes and milk, then sat down at the table. He was halfway through the bowl when Robbie showed up. ‘Morning, Dad,’ he said brightly. ‘Morning,’ said Greg, finally closing the newspaper. ‘I guess I should say happy birthday.’ ‘Thanks,’ said Robbie, smiling. ‘Yeah. Thanks, Dad,’ Sammy mumbled. ‘Here.’ Greg reached into his pocket for his wallet and pulled out a fifty dollar bill. He passed it to Robbie. ‘For both of you, I guess, but you hold onto it, Robert.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ said Robbie. ‘Thank you.’ ‘Aren’t you gonna say thanks?’ said Greg, glaring at Sammy. ‘Thank you,’ said Sammy. ‘That’s real nice of you, Dad.’ ‘What’s real nice is that I let you both stay here until you finish high school,’ said Greg. ‘That’s what’s real nice. I guess you can stay until Rob goes to college, he’ll get that scholarship. But your useless ass better pay rent over summer, boy, and when Rob goes, you go, whether you go to college or not. So make sure you hold onto that job of yours.’ Sammy lowered his gaze and nodded. Greg rarely called him by name. He always called him ‘boy’ or, to Robbie, ‘your brother’, and to other people he said ‘my other son’. Sammy sometimes wondered if his father even remembered his given name. # ‘Hey.’ Robbie put a hand on Sammy’s shoulder as they left the house. ‘Don’t let him get to you, okay? He’s a jerk.’ ‘He’s right, though,’ said Sammy with a shrug. ‘You’ll get a sports scholarship, but I’ll never be able to afford to go to college.’ ‘Don’t say that,’ said Robbie. ‘There are lots of different scholarships out there. Maybe there’s an arts one. We’ll talk to the guidance counsellor, we’ll figure it all out.’ ‘Yeah, maybe. But whatever else happens, the fact remains that come fall, the two of us will probably be split up.’ ‘Now there’s a depressing thought,’ said Robbie. ‘Not sure how I’ll get through college without you.’ Sammy laughed. ‘You’ll be fine. Maybe I can move with you and become a townie or something, get a job at a gas station. I dunno. Something. ’Cause I can’t stay here.’ ‘Well, we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it,’ said Robbie. ‘Don’t you mean cross it?’ ‘Sure.’ Robbie grinned. ‘We’ll cross it, and then we’ll burn the motherfucker behind us.’ # ‘Are we lost?’ Sammy looked around him. He was walking along a wooded path, and Robbie walked next to him. Robbie took his hand. ‘No, I know where we’re going.’ He smiled. The trees looked so big, and Sammy realised it was because he was small. Six years old, maybe seven. So was Robbie. The sun was setting and Sammy heard a crow caw somewhere in the distance. ‘I’m scared. It’s getting dark.’ Sammy felt his eyes well up with tears. ‘Don’t worry, little brother,’ Robbie said reassuringly. ‘We’re almost home, and I’ll protect you. I promise.’ Sammy nodded, feeling calmer. He continued down the path, hand in hand with his twin. He fidgeted. ‘I gotta pee, Robbie.’ ‘We have to keep walking,’ said Robbie. ‘Just pee in your pants. It’s okay.’ That seemed the most logical solution in the world just then, so Sammy let go and peed his pants. ‘Sammy?’ said Robbie. ‘Mhm?’ ‘Sammy! Dude, wake up!’ Sammy snorted awake. Robbie was shaking him. ‘Huh?’ He blinked, looking around bleary-eyed, and soon realised two things. Firstly, he was in class, and secondly, he was peeing. ‘Oh fuck!’ He covered his face with his hands, flushed deep red, and tried to cut off the flow, but his pants were already soaked and pee was dripping from the chair into a puddle on the floor. He heard whispers around him. ‘Oh, no, no, no!’ he whimpered. ‘What is going on back there?’ the teacher called. ‘Sam’s pissing his pants,’ said Konrad, one of their classmates, failing to contain a snicker. ‘Shut up, Konrad!’ Robbie hissed. ‘Sammy, are you okay?’ Sammy just shook his head. He heard the scraping of a chair and footsteps approaching. ‘Oh dear!’ said the teacher’s voice. ‘Sam, are you all right?’ ‘I’m sorry!’ Sammy’s voice was barely more than a whisper. ‘Robert, take a hall pass,’ the teacher said, ‘and take Sam to go change.’ ‘Yes, Ms. Gillingham,’ said Robbie. ‘Come on, Sammy.’ He took Sammy’s hand, pulling it away from his face. Sammy’s eyes were brimming with tears. His humiliation was complete. He had peed his pants in class on his eighteenth birthday. Robbie pulled him along to his locker so he could retrieve his gym clothes to change into, then took him to a handicap bathroom. He turned his back while Sammy changed. ‘What happened?’ he asked softly. ‘I dunno.’ Sammy sniffed, trying not to break down completely. ‘I . . . I fell asleep and when I woke up I was . . .’ He took a shuddering breath. ‘Fuck . . . how could this happen?’ ‘Hey, calm down. It happens.’ ‘Does it? Oh god, how will I ever face any of them again?’ ‘You’ll face ’em fine,’ said Robbie. ‘They’ll all have forgotten about it by tomorrow.’ Sammy scoffed. ‘Yeah. Sure. A senior in high school pissing his pants in class is totally the kind of thing you forget about the next day.’ ‘They’ll forget about it cause I’ll make them forget about it. All right? Now, just get changed and then go see the nurse. Say you’re not feeling well and need to go home.’ Sammy nodded. ‘Yeah. Okay.’ He sighed. ‘I’ll go back to class, clean up, and get your things. You don’t gotta worry about anything, okay, bro?’ ‘Okay. Thanks, Robbie.’ Robbie gave him a crooked smile and ruffled his hair. ‘What are twins for?’ # Class was nearly over by the time Robbie returned. He’d gone for cleaning supplies so he could clean up Sammy’s mess. He sat in his seat and waited the ten minutes that remained, struggling to focus on what the teacher was saying. When it was over, he started cleaning. ‘Robbie?’ Robbie looked up. ‘Oh. Hey, Yvana. Hey, Cilly.’ ‘Is Sam okay?’ Yvana asked softly. ‘I feel so bad for him.’ ‘Yeah. He wasn’t feeling well so he went home.’ ‘No wonder.’ Yvana bit her lip. ‘I hope he feels better in time for the party. I’d hate for him to miss his own birthday celebration.’ ‘Thanks.’ Robbie smiled. ‘I’m sure he’ll be fine before then. He’s just not been sleeping well.’ ‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ said Cilly. ‘Why not?’ ‘Bad dreams, I think. He doesn’t know that I know.’ ‘Then how do you know?’ Yvana asked. ‘I know everything about him.’ Robbie dropped the pee soaked rag in the bucket and made to go wash his hands. ‘Hey, Robbie?’ Yvana said. Cilly had left, but the blonde remained. ‘If you know everything about him . . . Do you know if he likes me?’ Robbie made a face. ‘That’s the one thing I don’t know. I know you like him, though.’ Another girl might have blushed, but Yvana only grinned. ‘That obvious, am I?’ ‘Only to me,’ said Robbie with a shrug. ‘Will you tell him I said to feel better?’ ‘Of course. I’ll let him know.’ # Sammy was in his bed when Robbie got home. He was wearing a pull-up. He hardly dared anything else, in case he fell asleep and wet himself again. He was awake, though, and looked up at Robbie as he entered. ‘Hey, Sammy.’ Robbie smiled gently. ‘How are you feeling?’ Sammy shrugged and sniffed. ‘Embarrassed. Ashamed. Humiliated. Take your pick.’ ‘It’s not that bad,’ said Robbie. ‘You had an accident. It happens to the best of us.’ ‘Yeah? When was the last time you feel asleep and pissed yourself in class?’ Sammy sighed. ‘I’ve been thinking. I don’t think I should go to the party on Saturday.’ ‘What? Why not?’ ‘It’ll just be awkward. No one’s gonna want me there. Besides . . . They’re all your friends.’ ‘That’s not true.’ Robbie sat down at the edge of the bed. ‘They like you. Everyone wants you to be there. Lots of people came and asked if you were okay and everything.’ ‘They laughed at me,’ Sammy pointed out. Robbie rolled his eyes. ‘Konrad laughed at you, and he’s not invited. I didn’t hear anyone who’s gonna be at the party laughing at you. Some were worried, but no one laughed. Yvana and Cilly came up to me after class to ask if you were okay.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Well, yeah. Yvana wanted to make sure you were still coming to the party. She said to tell you to feel better soon. She still likes you. Plenty of people like you.’ He sighed. ‘But if you don’t want to go, we’ll cancel.’ ‘Cancel?’ ‘Sammy, I’m not celebrating my eighteenth birthday without you. It’s your day too, and I want it to be special.’ ‘What if I’m sick?’ Sammy tried. Robbie laughed. ‘Then there definitely won’t be a party. No way am I gonna celebrate my birthday while the person who shares it is at home sick.’ Sammy felt conflicted. The fact that Robbie would cancel if Sammy couldn’t be there filled him with gratitude and joy, but it also made him feel guilty. How could he ruin Robbie’s birthday party for him like that? He couldn’t let that happen. ‘Okay.’ Sammy tried to smile. ‘I’ll come to the party.’ Robbie’s face broke into a grin. ‘Awesome! I’m so glad. Thanks, Sammy. You’ll have a great time too. I’ll make sure of it.’ Sammy sat up. ‘I have to get ready for work.’ ‘You could call in sick,’ said Robbie. ‘If you’re not up to it.’ Sammy shook his head. ‘I called in last week. You heard Dad. I can’t lose this job.’
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PROLOUGE Hi there, you're all probably wonder who I am, well let me explain.... My name is Conner and I'm a writer....not a famous one...or well known but an aspiring one non the less, the house I live in used to be full with roommates and a girlfriend once, but a few months ago my girlfriend dumped me and the roommates I once had, well they moved away, I think it was the end of their semester. So I spend the majority of my day at home trying to write some story or playing videogames on my pc when no story came to me, however one evening while trying to come up with some story, I hear a knock at the door. Conner: "Strange who'd be up at this hour?" I say to myself as I leave my office and head for the front door. When I opened the door my eyes widened and I felt my face blush red as two attractive girls stood outside dressed in some school uniform. Conner: "Uh...Um.....I...Uh...." Girl 1: Um...Hi, we're sorry to disturb you.....but um....." The girl seemed to get lost in her own thoughts. Girl 2: "What my sister is trying to say is *clears throat* Your new girlfriends have arrived, you ordered us.....uhhh a few months ago?" I didn't know what to think, I didn't order any girlfriend.....or two for that matter, but I couldn't just leave them standing outside so I invited them in. Conner: "Right, so lets go from step one, who are you two?" I ask rather confused and taken aback from the whole situation. Girl 2: "Well I'm Phoebe, and this is my twin sister Myra." Myra: "It's um nice to meet you." I didn't know what to say Soon I was able to think of something. Conner: "So....um....What exactly can I do for you two?" I ask Phoebe: "Well you see it's more what we can offer you Master, You see we were ordered by you to come to you and basically obey your every whim, doesn't matter how mundane it is you tell us a thing and we'll do it." Phoebe explains Myra: "Even if it means holding our bladders for you Master." Myra adds. My face blushes to my ears and I could feel a boner protruding from my pants I had to think of something quick. Conner: "Uh how about I show you two your rooms and we can talk about this in more detail in the morning?" I suggest, the girls nod and I lead them to their room. I begin to talk a little more but in truth I was fixated with these girls, almost like they were my dream girl come to life and split into two. Phoebe the cool and confident girl and Myra the shy yet perky girl. Both of these girls wanted me to be their master and make them do a bunch of stuff....including pissing themselves for me. I said my goodnights and went into my room and hopped into bed wondering if this was all a dream and I simply passed out at my pc or if this was indeed real what I would do with my new twins in the morning. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So I'm trying something a little different, an interactive story styled a little like those anime pc story games you see both here and on Steam, So the idea is Phoebe and Myra will do anything Conner tells them no matter what and you guys as Conner get to decide what you'll put these girls through, in regards to the omo factor of this story the girls will have to pee eventually and so I show will this with..... Green (empty) Yellow (Half full) Red (full) Dark Red (About to burst) So if you guys want to give me a scenario with these girls I'll do my best to show you guys what happens or if you want you can give me an idea and I'll expand on it. Also the girls are 18+ and will most likely involve nudity and sex if people want that. Also again if it add images to the end of this I don't know why it adds it, if someone could help me stop this from happening I'd really apricate it.