It's a Twin Thing

Author's Note: People seem to forget that writers here do this for free. We do this for fun. Just because you're behind an anonymous account on the internet that doesn't mean you can be a massive dickhead. So if you at any point stop liking this story, just go find another story that gets you off. Rude comments will be deleted.

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Author's Note 2: Silas and Myka are fictional characters and can look however I want them to. The REALLY cool thing about imagination is you, the reader, can change this to fit your needs. Feel free to do so.

Now, to the actual story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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"Fuck Dr. Rothsburg dude." The cool bronze of the knob slipped from between her fingers as she used more force than was necessary to close the door. A small boom of sound rushed past her to fill the space of the living room before she even took another step which made her let out a heavy sigh as she trudged past the kitchen and made a beeline for the couch. Shaking her head as she dropped into the soft embrace of well-worn leather, she let her eyes flutter closed as she focused on calming the storm of annoyance within her.

"What did that door ever do to you?"

The sound of her brother's voice from over her shoulder let her know he was in the kitchen though that wasn't surprising. "Would you like me to apologize to it? Is that it?"

"Yes, apologize to Anthony."

"Anthony...You named the fuckin' door?"

"Sure did. Now apologize."

Twisting her head to glare at him over the back of the couch, she arched a brow and rolled her eyes as she watched him make his Shaggy sandwich on the other side of the breakfast counter. "I'm sorry."

"Ya gotta mean it."

"Fucks sake." Turning in her seat, she glared at the door and fulfilled his ridiculous demand. "My sincerest apologies Anthony, I won't slam you ever again."

"Thank you." His laughter echoed off the appliances and filled the kitchen before spilling out to take over the living room. His laugh had always been contagious but at the current moment her annoyance at her professor was simply too strong.

Turning back to sink fully into the couch, she toed off her boots and rubbed her feet against the carpet to remove her socks. Swinging her legs up to the side, she grabbed her heavy bag off the floor and hauled it up beside her to begin digging through the thick books hidden within its depths.

"So why do you wanna fuck what's-his-face?" He worked his way over to the other side of the L-shaped couch and fell back into the saggiest spot on the couch, the wooden support beams protesting slightly as he settled in.

"That's not...Ugh." Her eyes rolled at his purposeful misunderstanding of her words. "Dr. R is a jackass, he wants a ten-page paper turned in on Monday."

"But that's the start of spring break."

"Really?! I had no fuckin' idea."

"Lose the 'tude, dude. I ain't the Doc."

He was right of course, he wasn't the target of her frustrations and she shouldn't take them out on him. "Sorry." Her expression fell into a faint pout as she pulled her laptop out of its separate compartment and dragged the small table over from her end of the couch. Settling the cool metal atop the mini-desk, she pushed the lid open and glanced past the edge to the giant sandwich her brother was busy chowing down on. "Still trying to best Shaggy and Scooby huh?"

He paused mid-bite with his mouth hanging open as if he was mimicking the cave from a certain kids movie about genies. "Mhm." He managed to get the corner of his sandwich wedged between his teeth before he began the ridiculous job of sawing through all the different layers of meat, cheese and bread he'd constructed.

"That's disgusting." Pulling her eyes back to her screen, her fingers flew across the keys as she began researching her assigned topic. She knew if she didn't get started right away that she would get caught up in the weekend activities and she really didn't want to have to slam a ten page paper out in the wee hours of morning when she was half-hungover again. If she could manage to tune out the giant toddler that was her brother she would at least be able to get a good four to five pages done. Opening two separate documents, she paste her citations on one and began the arduous task of the paper on the other, her focus becoming laser-ed in so much so that she didn't even hear his vile open-mouth chewing.

Once he realized just how deep into her work his sister had gotten he stopped the purposefully over-sized bites and split the tower back into the two separate sandwiches it had started out as. Watching her as he ate, he couldn't help but wonder how she managed to instantly jump right into such a big assignment as soon as she came home from the very class it was for. Reaching for the tall glass of neon yellow, he chugged down half of the elixir and let out a small belch. He had never been able to stay in school mood once they got home but her... School had always been a cake-walk for her.

Getting up to put his dishes back in the sink, he downed the rest of his pop and decided to be nice for a change. Taking the red bell peppers from the crisper drawer, he set them on the counter and rounded up the rest of the ingredients he would need to make her her favorite snack. Smearing the cream cheese on the inside after scooping the seeds out, he packed both sides with turkey, some bacon curls, avocado slices and provolone cheese. Filling a clean glass with the juice she had in the fridge, he carried it over to her and set it on the laptop desk beside her computer. "When you get to page four take a break and eat."

The only acknowledgment he got was a nod and a smile but for now that was fine. "I'm headin' over to Rico's, see ya." Shrugging into the heavy leather of his jacket, he barely heard her 'bye' before the door swung shut behind him.

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A roll. That was what she was on and she didn't even realize it! By the time she stopped to eat she was on page seven and she had added another three citations to her second document. Sitting back for a moment, she closed her eyes and rolled her neck and shoulders to ease some of the tension that had gathered there. When she opened them again is when she really took notice of the juice and the plate he had left for her. A soft smile stretched her lips and she wriggled a little to be able to pull her phone from the tight confines of her back pocket.

Opening a text to him, she put a few emojis and hearts before putting 'thank you' in all caps. Picking up the juicy looking pepper, she bit in and got that satisfying crunch, the meld of flavors making her mouth water. Before she even realized it the sandwich was gone and she had downed half the glass of blueberry and raspberry juice. Setting the glass down, she stretched her hands and cracked her knuckles one by one as she contemplated whether she should finish the paper now or risk it and take a break.

"Fuck it, I've earned a break."

Knowing that he was either at the bar with his friends or at one of their dorms, she felt safe in the fact that she likely had the apartment to herself for at least a few more hours. Pushing the laptop desk back to its place over the arm of the couch, she got up and stretched before heading to the shared bathroom. Stripping down, she bundled her dirty clothes into the hamper and set about getting the tub filled with hot water. Watching the water begin to change colors and become bubbly as she dropped in one of her favorite bath-bombs, she put her thick hair up in a messy bun and stepped into the steaming cauldron of blue and purple bubbles. Sinking in until the bubbles tickled her chin, she used her toes to switch the water off and let her eyes flutter closed. It was a rare occurrence for her to have enough time to herself in the apartment to have a legit bath so when she got the chance she snatched it. That was the only down side to sharing a two bed, one bath apartment with her twin brother honestly. Not enough quality alone time. It was still better than staying in a dorm though so she really didn't complain too much, especially not aloud.

Resting her hands on her thighs just above the knee, she dropped her head back onto the edge of the tub and let out a relaxed sigh as the heat of the water began melting the rest of her stress away. Working her fingertips against her skin in small circles, she began to journey higher with the light massage until she reached her hips. Following the dips of her hip-bones up into her torso she couldn't help but take the meat of her bottom lip between her teeth and suck in a short, ragged breath. Caressing the pads of her fingers across her slick skin made her wish it was Micheal's hands. Shaking the thought of her ex from her head, she dipped one hand down between the thick pillars of her thighs and teased the skin of her mound with the curved tips of her nails. They had broken up months and months ago, she had no business still thinking about him. Especially not when she was trying to have a nice moment of self love. Swiping her tongue across her lips as she dipped her hand ever lower, she skimmed her fingertips over her outer lips and let out a ghost of a moan at the initial sensation. Dancing her free hand up to cup a soap slicked breast, she dragged her nails across the surface of her skin at the same moment that the fingers of her other hand broke the seal and delved between her labia.

Biting down a little harder on her poor lip brought a moan up from the depths of her throat and the sound only grew stronger as she found the small nub of nerves hidden just beneath her mound. Pressing two fingers against it in a firm greeting, she gripped and released her breast before finally beginning the slow dance around her clit. Trapping the bundle of flesh between her fingers as she repeatedly worked them in a circular motion, she increased the pressure until she could barely stand it. Bracing the balls of her feet against the opposite side of the tub she used it as an anchor point to lift her hips into each swirl of her fingers. With her breathing getting ever more ragged by the second she failed to hear the front door open and click shut after a few seconds. A moan escaped the cavern of her mouth and reverberated off the tile to fill the bathroom, effectively disguising the faint sounds of her brother's bare feet on the hardwood floor of the living room. "Fuck yes." Her voice was more rough than the sounds of her moans and it made him pause as he reached the bathroom door.

Freezing just outside the doorway, he swayed in the spot as he realized what exactly he was hearing. Torn between leaving her alone and interrupting her, his brotherly love and twisted fantasies came together to offer a solution; an interruption coupled with an offer to help. He had been fantasizing about his twin sister since the time they'd turned sixteen when it seemed like over-night she had become this curvy goddess filled with an insatiable hunger for everything she could experience. That summer when she was running around the backyard with her friends and tanning by the pool was a nightmare of the first degree. It had been so difficult to hide his awkward attraction and for a while he did feel guilty but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't shake it completely.

Taking a breath before he stepped off the cliff into uncertainty, he sidled through the doorway and leaned one meaty shoulder against the jam. "Are you doing what I think yer doin'?" Watching the way she jerked in surprise and the growing splotches of crimson adorning her cheeks, he couldn't help the wolfish smirk that took a hold of his lips and twisted them hungrily.

"What?! No. No I was... I was just enjoying the heat and..." She covered herself as best as she could and silently prayed that the bubbles were still thick enough to cover the rest.

"Sure.." Letting his dark hazel eyes follow the length of her body, he cursed the amount of bubbles she had obscuring most of her from his view. "Want some help?" Arching a thick, scarred brow as he dragged his gaze up to meet hers, he forced himself to present as if they were talking about anything else other than him offering to help get her off.

"What? No, I wasn't doing anyth-." His words finally registered in her mind and her jaw dropped just a fraction as she looked up to see if the joke was cracking across his features yet. "Wait...Did you just..."

"Offer to help?" He nodded, calmly unbuttoning his jeans with one hand as he took a step forward, the motion enabling gravity to pull the heavy material down his thick legs. Stepping out of the pool of denim he stripped his t-shirt off and tossed it behind him just as he knelt beside the tub. The look on her face made him think of a deer caught in the light beams of dueling cars, hovering upon the dotted line between need and denial. Skimming his fingertips across the bubble coated surface of the water, when she still didn't say no he took a chance and dipped his hand into the heated shallows until he finally came into contact with her thigh.

If she could have jumped completely out of her skin at that first initial touch she would have. The spike of hunger it inspired shot outwards from the spot to ripple through the rest of her body until every inch of skin beneath the water was coated in goosebumps. "Si.. We.. We can't do anything." The feeble shake of her head was just as weak as her words and she knew it. Even she could hear the desperation peaking out in the spaces between each syllable. The way the massive span of his hand came to rest on the inside curve of her thigh had her clenching them together to both trap it and keep it from moving closer, her breath quickening to match the sudden pound of her heart against it's cage.

"Who says?"

"The world. The law."

"And whose going to tell them?" The way he cocked his head to the side made her knees go weak and she thanked her lucky stars she wasn't standing. She thought she had outgrown the silly crush she'd had on him but the hunger in his eyes brought it all back as if the years between then and now hadn't happened. Giving her lip another tug of a bite, she gave the subtlest of nods and that was all he needed to make the final push to the apex of her silky thighs.

He had lost count of all the nights he'd woken up with a raging erection or a wet spot in his boxers because of her. To finally be touching her with the intent of bringing her pleasure...God he was grateful he was more experienced than he used to be. Turning his hand to press his palm against her center, he caressed her face with his gaze as he situated his hand to introduce the width of his thumb to her delicate clit. The inward hiss of breath between her lips made him smirk just a bit and the way she arched up into his touch only served to encourage him. Curving his fingers to split her lips open to reveal the drenched satin within, he stroked the tip of his middle finger through her folds as his thumb began to dance a ring around the tender nerve center trapped beneath it. Adjusting to be able to lean against the outside of the tub, he reached for her with his free hand only to slide it beneath her arm to cup a heavy breast. "You can stop trying to hide these from me."

Bracing her feet into the curved corners of the tub once more she found herself arching into his exploratory motions even as she dropped her arm away from her chest. Gripping the top edge of the tub as he teasingly pressed the thick tip of a finger against her entrance, the second he dipped in a moan fell heavily from between her lips to fill the air between them. "Silas." Her breath hitched in the middle of his name and the second half came out as more of a drawn out hiss. Rolling the width of her hips against his questing hand, her toes curled against the porcelain and the muscles of her thighs spasmed beneath the smooth surface of her skin. Clenching her inner muscles around the sudden thrust of his finger, a shudder ran down the length of her spine and sent her hips rising up to meet his wrist.

Massaging her breast for a moment, he switched to give the other the same attention before pushing his hand along the slick surface of her skin to wrap his hand around the front of her throat. Forcing her head to tilt back with the press of his thumb against the bottom of her jaw, he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss that belied the hidden need he had kept secret for years. When she blossomed open beneath him he slanted his mouth against hers and devoured her, exploring the forbidden fruit she held within. Introducing a second finger, he speared it into the clutching velvet bit by bit until he was palm deep and could go no further. Her answering wriggles accompanied by a throaty moan had his cock throbbing in the cotton prison of his boxers and he growled into the scant inch between them as their kiss broke. They both sucked in a ragged pair of breaths as their gazes met and without a second thought she surged up and pressed her bubble encrusted curves against the wall of his chest.

"Si..." A kiss was pressed to the side of his throat, her voice dancing along his skin until it reached his ears much like a song he hadn't heard in way too long. "I need you." Desperation flirted with hunger in the depths of her voice and she captured the lobe of his ear as her hands explored the wide planes of his shoulder blades. It had been months since she'd had someone's hands on her and the hunger with which he kissed her made her need for intimacy skyrocket.

Palming one half of her ass, he braced one hand against the wall to stand as he clutched her against him. Burying his face against the curve of her shoulder to get his lips another taste of her silky skin, he turned and started making his way to his room. Trailing nibbles and kisses along the slim column of her throat, he gave up a gruff moan when she caught his bearded jaw between her soft hands and pulled him into another ravenous kiss. Suddenly it seemed as if the entire world had flipped and he struggled to make it the last few feet, his hands clutching at her curves as their tongues dueled savagely for dominance. Pressing her back against the wall beside his door, the urgency that shot through his nerves had him frantically pushing at the sudden chafe of cotton against his skin until it finally pooled around his ankles.

Kicking it away angrily, he focused back on the way her mouth tasted liked honey and delved back into her even as she wriggled and rocked her hips against him greedily. "Myka." Whispering the ghost of her name against the soft pillows of her lips, she opened before him once more and he ground the hard length of his cock against her slick folds. The light brush of her knuckles against his abdomen had his muscles clenching in anticipation and when her fingertips brushed the top ridge of his shaft he nearly lost his footing. Painting a pleading growl against the shell of her ear as his cock-head caught at the precipice of her core, he rocked his hips and sent it gliding past her entrance with a frustrated groan.

A bone-jarring bang on their door dispelled the heavy cloud of lust and need clinging to them and suddenly the dream was lost. Ragged breaths were shared as he kept her pinned there for another scant few seconds before letting her slide down the length of his body to balance once more on her own two feet. Bracing his hand against the wall as she ducked out of the cage his body had become, he gave life to an animalistic groan and pushed off from the wall. Hurriedly scooping his jeans up from the doorway to the bathroom, he stuffed himself back into the uncomfortable fabric and crossed the room to the door just as another triplicate bang reverberated through the thick wood.

Waiting until he heard her door shut firmly, he pulled the door open to see Rico, Finn and Booker and rubbed his large hand across his face. He'd never been more disappointed to see his friends in his entire life. "Dude I said later."