Sib Games

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Sib Games Volume 2

Sib Games Volume 2

Recap:We left our heroes on Christmas Eve, nearly three months after twins (Skye and Tim) won the incestuous Sib Games, at a reunion with their fellow contestants to split the million pound prize pot. Skye is loving her secret life as Tim's cum-slut sister. Their friends and family have largely forgotten about the week the twins mysteriously disappeared, except for their older sister, Amber, who followed the twins to the reunion in search of answers. Skye is still seething over the revelation of Tim and Amber's summer of sauna shenanigans, so if there's one person she doesn't want poking around, it's Amber, her only true rival for Tim's heart.

We rejoin the twins earlier on Christmas Eve...

"Let's play a game."

"Don't you think we've played enough games, Skye?"

"Come on, please," I sulked, sticking out my lower lip, "it's nearly Christmas. You have to play games with your family at Christmas. It's, like, a law."

Tim shot a glance across the den towards the doorway.

"But, Skye, Mom and Dad could be back any minute."

"Turn around and face the wall."

"Amber is upstairs."

"Turn around and face the wall."

Tim reluctantly swivelled on the sofa and sat with his back to me. I untied the red bow from my hair and slipped it into my bra. The fabric felt cool and reassuring, a silken secret nestled just above my heart. My bras had been a little tight on me recently. I was still a minnow compared to our big sister but the puppies were definitely filling out. One of the few upsides.

"You can turn around now," I said, getting to my feet.

"So, what are we playing?"

"I've taken the ribbon from around my hair and hidden it somewhere on my body. If you can find it, you can open a present early. If you don't, well, no Christmas presents for you this year."

"Come on, Skye, we said we wouldn't mess around at Mom and Dad's place."

"Trust me, you're not gunna want to miss out on this present."

Tim glanced between the me and the doorway, then back again.

"Take off your Christmas sweater."

I obliged, smiling smugly, and thrust my chest forward. Tim looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my tits, conflicted between his lust and his wariness. His sensible side won.

"I can't see it."

"Tim," I whined, "you didn't look properly."

I took his hand and placed it against my stomach. My breasts weren't the only thing that had swollen recently. Just a little but enough to make my old jeans kinda tight. It was a wonder he hadn't noticed already. But that's brothers for you.

"Skye..."

"I'll give you a hint."

I guided his hand higher, over the curve of my bra, pressed his fingers under the neckline of my vest into the soft valley between my tits where they clasped the ribbon.

"Why are you shaking?" I asked.

"I'm nervous, if Mom and Dad caught us, or Amber..."

"You're a liar," I insisted, leaning down until my lips brushed against his.

"Sis..."

I remembered our first kiss, only a few months before, on the subway. We kissed like children then, awkwardly, faltering, as we tested one another. How far we'd come since the games; now we kissed like lovers.

Tim broke away first, glancing a third time to the doorway. I gently guided his face back to mine.

"Do you want your reward?"

Tim nodded.

I leaned closer, placing my lips beside his ear.

"You really did it," I whispered, "you really knocked up your sister."

His fingers slipped from my bra, tugging out the ribbon, and fell to my stomach once more.

"We...you mean...really?"

"We're having a baby."

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A few hours later, we were walking home from the reunion with our old friends and, in an unusual reversal of our roles, Tim was catastrophising.

"It's time to accept it, our lives are over."

"You're being dramatic," I laughed, "what's the big problem?"

Normally I'm the dramatic one out of the two of us but since he put a baby in me, my twin brother, Tim, had been out of sorts. I squeezed his hand in mine and snuggled closer, glad for his warmth as we walked home through the chill winter night.

"What's the big problem? As a wise woman once said, we've got ten thousand problems. We've got little bitty mole hill problems..."

Tim turned me to face him and his free hand found the slight swell on my stomach. I glanced around. London is a big city, but not that big. You never know who you'll bump into. I stepped back out of reach. "Tim..."

"And we've got problems so big they make you wanna hide in a closet and never come out."

My eyes twinkled mischievously as I remembered the last time Tim and I had been trapped in a closet during the Sib Games. It was the first time he'd entered me. The first time anyone had entered my tush, truth be told. Maybe I'd let him back in there for Christmas, I thought with a wicked smile.

"I dunno, closets can be pretty fun."

"This is serious, Skye. How much longer can you hide it under baggy sweaters? Mom and Dad are gunna murder me when they find out. And Amber..."

I took a step back, scowling. "I told you I don't want to talk about Amber."

"You have to let that go, at some point. She's our sister."

"Shame you didn't remember that when you balls deep in her butt."

On second thoughts, maybe I wouldn't let Tim take my ass this Christmas.

"A quarter of a million pounds is a lot of money," Tim said, quickly changing the subject, "but it won't buy for a house. Where are we going to live? Then there's day care fees, nappies, prams, milk, and probably a million things I don't even know about yet. How are we going to afford all that?"

"Don't worry about it, big brother. I've got you. Something will come up. It always does."

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The television was on but Mom and Dad were fast asleep in front of it. We crept past them, me leading Tim by the hand towards my bedroom. I'd decided to give my big brother another taste of my tush. It was Christmas Eve, after all, and I have always hated being outdone by my big sister. If Amber took him there, you better believe I could too.

"What do you say, Mr Claus? Wanna cum down my..."

"Amber!" Tim exclaimed, gawping over my shoulder and into my bedroom where our older sister stood unashamedly.

"Don't let me interrupt, please. Where is would Mr Claus like to unload his sack?"

"It wasn't...we weren't..."

"What are you doing in my room?" I hissed, interrupting Tim's fumbled excuses as I marched towards my older sister.

That's when I saw the familiar business card with its three electric pink symbols. It was in one of her hands. Her phone was in the other.

"Bitch!" I shrieked, lunging for the card. Amber stumbled backwards onto my bed and I fell on top of her, scrambling for the business card. "Give. It. To. Me!"

Then I felt two strong arms around my waist and I was being lifted through the air, away from Amber, and plonked unceremoniously on the bedroom floor. Tim stood between me and Amber, deflecting our attempts to launch ourselves at each other, until we admitted defeat.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me what really happened last summer," Amber huffed, scooching back on my bed and drawing her knees to her chest, "I want the truth."

"Okay, okay, but first you need to tell us, did you call that number?"

"No. But I've saved it in my phone. If I don't get the truth, all of the truth, then you better believe I'll call it."

Tim shot a glance at me. I shrugged. Like Tim said, they were going to find out about the pregnancy at some point. Why not now?

"Before I start, you need to understand that we didn't mean for any of this to happen. It was an accident. A lot of accidents, truth be told."

My brother's words were like a knife to my gut. Maybe it started out as an accident but it didn't end that way. Not for me and I'm pretty sure it wasn't an accident for Tim when he sprayed my pussy with his baby batter. He meant to breed me. He wanted to. At least, I'd thought he had at the time. Lately I hadn't been so sure.

"I don't want to hear your excuses," Amber insisted, unlocking her phone.

"Listen, Amber, you can't call that number, okay, because that's how we got into this mess..."

"Mess?" I repeated, hurt.

"It started on the underground with the businessman," Tim continued, ignoring me, "at least, he looked like a businessman, but he wanted to play a game, for cash, and we were broke, y'know, it was only chicken, how bad can chicken be, right? Anyway..."

"Chicken? You're rambling. For fuck's sake, Tim, get to the point. What did you do?"

"We kissed!"

A deathly silence fell over the room. Amber looked from Tim to me and back again. There was poison in her eyes.

"One sister wasn't enough for you?"

"Amber, I..."

I'd heard enough. Before Tim could dig himself any deeper, I took my phone from my pocket and entered the digits embossed on the business card.

"Okay, little miss know-it-all wants the truth?" I snapped, "Well you're gunna get the truth. Catch."

I hit dial and tossed the phone across the room at Amber. It bounced once on the bed beside her. No one moved. The dial tone rang three times before it connected.

"Don't answer that," Tim warned, desperate.

Amber ignored him and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

--

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I woke up in my brother's arms.

Which was odd because I'd definitely fallen asleep alone, after the fight, and I was still kind of pissed at him. But I was cozy and Tim had nice arms, so I let myself enjoy it for a moment.

"Mmmpff...Tim...shove over," I mumbled, "too hot."

To make my point, I thrust back into him with my ass, smiling to myself at the hard, spear of brother-cock that met me.

"Skye?"

I was awake in an instant. I knew that voice.

"Amber?"

I rolled over and looked past Tim's sleeping form to where our older sister lay beside us.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed?"

"Your bed?" Amber asked groggily, "what are you two doing in mine?"

A blazing white light suddenly dazzled us both. We sat up, shielding our eyes, and looked around.

"Oh fuck," Tim groaned, surveying the huge hall lined with bunk beds stacked five high. All around us people were emerging from beneath duvets in pairs. The women wearing silk, thigh-length nighties and the men in loose silk boxer shorts. "We're back."

"Back?" Amber asked, pulling the duvet up to her chin to hide the way the nightie hung to her beautiful, teardrop-shaped tits. "Back where?"

In that moment, I hated my perfect sister and her perfect tits. Despite our predicament, it felt good to have one up on her.

"You wanted to know where we went last summer. Well, you got what you wished for, as usual. Welcome to Sib Games."

--

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I pretended not to notice the lingering glances from the men, and some of the women, at the way the silk nightie clung to my sister's killer body. I was soft, petite, a great ass, sure, but that was all thanks to genes. Amber had a woman's body that she worked hard to craft. Hours in the gym and on the track had honed the kind of physique that she enjoyed showing off on family holidays in her itty bitty bikinis. Impossibly long legs, washboard abs, perky tits that seem to defy gravity.

No wonder Tim fancied her, I thought moodily, everyone else did.

The crowd jostled anxiously in the centre of the hall as the goons marched in. One of them stepped ahead of the others and addressed the scantily clad group.

"I would like to extend a heart felt welcome to you all. Everyone here will participate in six games over six days. Those who win all six games will win a life-changing cash prize."

"I don't like this," Amber said, tugging at Tim's hand, "we should leave."

"No shit," I replied with a roll of my eyes, "but can you see an exit?"

Before Tim could think of an answer, a beautiful, auburn-haired woman in her early thirties called out to the goon.

"Excuse me! You said we'd be playing games but you practically kidnapped us."

A nervous-looking, skinny man took her hand and added shakily, "what she said!"

"I apologise," the good replied, without a trace of remorse, "Please believe me that it was necessary."

"Necessary my ass," called a heavily tattooed latino man in his fifties, "take off the mask!"

"How can we believe a word you say?" added a voluptuous, bronzed teen beside him.

"Team 3. Eliza and Diego Ibarra," the goon announced, pointing at the latino pair, "wanted in six countries for tax evasion and embezzlement."

The goon directed our attention to a vast screen above his head. It flickered to life suddenly, displaying shaky hidden-cam footage of Eliza and Diego kissing enthusiastically.

"Gross," Amber muttered, "he looks old enough to be her father."

I exchanged a knowing glance with Tim. "You tell her."

"Tell her what?" Amber demanded.

The goon's gloved finger jerked towards the auburn haired woman and her partner.

"Team 33. Molly and Doug Young."

The screen cut to another hidden camera recording of the pair kissing tenderly. Doug's hand gently cupped Molly's cheek before they broke the kiss.

"Remortgaged the marital home for a unsuccessful third round of I.V.F," the goon continued before pointing to a pair of teens with skin paler than a full moon and wild blond hair, "Team 40. Luna and Kyle Wyst. Invested life savings in a pyramid-scheme selling narwhale tusk."

Another hidden-cam recording showed the pair wincing as they made out with little enthusiasm.

"Oh my god, are they..." Amber trailed off.

"All of you in this room have crippling debts and are now on a cliff edge. We played a game, you won, so you trusted us and volunteered to play according to your own free will."

A murmur of discontent rippled through the room but no one else challenged the goon. He pointed upwards to where a giant, glass piggy bank hung suspended from the ceiling.

"That is where the prize money will be stored. After each game, the prize money will accumulate in the piggy bank."

"How much is the prize money," demanded Diego.

"The amount will be revealed after the first game."

With that, the goons turned and marched out of the hall.

"There's been some kind of mistake," Amber called after them, "We don't have any debts, we didn't play any games!"

"Maybe not," I said, as a strange gas began to hiss out of floor vents all around the hall, "but I have a feeling we're about to."

--

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We woke in another vast hall. Tim, Amber, and I were alone on a circular podium about three meters wide. Either side of our podium were exact copies, each bearing a couple. I recognised the auburn-haired woman, Molly, and her partner, Doug, to our left. On the other side of us was a couple I hadn't seen in the dormitory hall: a middle-aged woman and a teen boy who looked unsettling similar to her.

"Amber," Tim asked groggily, "are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

"I...I think I'm okay but I feel kinda..."

"What?" Tim asked, squatting beside Amber protectively, "What did they do to you?"

"It's...probably nothing."

"I'm fine too," I said bitterly, as I stood for a better look around the hall, "if anyone cares."

We were arranged in a wide circle of podiums. The outer edge of each podium glowed with a bright red light. In the centre of the ring of podiums was a huge glass bottle.

"The first game is Spin the Bottle," the goon's distorted voice blared out through loudspeakers around the edge of the hall, "teams must spin their bottles ten times and complete the designated actions to proceed to the next round. Each team may use three passes. For each pass, the intensity will increase."

"Intensity of what?" Amber asked, kicking the bottle that was attached to the centre of our podium so that it spun around a dial depicting various body parts.

"Those who complete the game within half an hour, without orgasming, will proceed to the next round. If players chose to leave their podium, or fail to complete ten rounds, they will be inseminated."

"What did he mean orgasming?" Amber asked, gobsmacked, "It sounded like he said inseminated?"

"On your marks, go!"

A digital countdown flared to life on one wall. Tim and I stared at each other, listening to the sinister click of the digits changing.

"This is a joke, right?" Amber chuckled, uncertainly, "am I being punked?"

"Nobody says punked anymore, little-miss-know-it-all," I said, "this is legit."

Amber snapped. Whirling on me, she gripped me by the shoulders and shook me angrily. "It's never enough for you, is it? Mom, Dad, Tim. Everyone has to focus on Skye. Well, it worked. You've got my attention now. So whatever it is you want to get off your chest, it better be good, because I swear to God if you waste one more minute of my..."

Her words were like a punch to the gut. The pain must have shown on my face because her grip went limp but it was too late. It was out there.

"That's just it, isn't it?" I asked, my lower lip trembling, "that's all I am to you. A waste of time."

"Skye, I didn't, that's not what I..."

Before Amber could dig herself a deeper hole, a screech of feedback echoed across the hall.

"Team 16, inseminated."

"Fuck this shit, I'm not playing!"

We looked round to where a man had stepped off his podium. As we watched, two goons approached him.

"Daddy, wait," called a leggy brunette from the man's podium.

"Don't be scared, baby. There are laws. They can't actually..."

The man was silenced by the unmistakable metallic thud of a round being chambered. He turned to face the goons. Where they had holstered the weapons, I do not know, but right then they were aimed squarely at the man.

"D...d...do what they say, Daddy," begged the brunette.

Without further protest, the man and his daughter were led from the hall.

--

--

"Look, if it's anything like last time, we'll get the chance to leave after the first round. So, we just have to get through this game and we'll be home and dry."

The shock of the father and daughter's forced eviction from the game had left Amber pale and muted. "I don't know, Tim. This is fucked up."

"Play the game, Amber," I said bitterly, kneeling down beside the glass bottle and studying the dial around it.

After Amber had kicked it, the open end of the bottle had come to rest pointing at a pair of lips. I glanced at the other images. Feet. Ear. Hand.

And cock.

There was no mistaking the heavily veined pictogram.

"Could have been worse," Tim said, catching my gaze as he knelt opposite me.

"It still could be," I said darkly, watching as Tim spun the bottle.

I held my breath, praying the bottle would pass over the image of the turgid member.

"Lips," Tim sighed, as the bottle slowed to a rest where it began, "so I guess...I kiss Amber?"

"No," I demanded, "no way."

"It's just a game," Tim insisted.

"Then spin again," I countered.

Tim attempted to spin the bottle again but some hidden mechanism had locked it in place. Amber sat on her heels across from Tim and raised an eyebrow, half a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. "Afraid he'll enjoy it?"

I didn't answer. How could I? Because that's exactly what I was afraid of and we all knew it.

"Pass!" I yelled, to no one in particular, "hey! Up there! We pass!"

No sooner were the words out of my mouth than the light turned green.

"It worked!" Tim confirmed, "Well done, Skye, only nine more to...Skye?"

I felt it the moment the light had turned green and, by Amber's sudden squeal, so had she. A low vibration inside me that sent a shock of pleasure directly to my clit. Instinctively I squeezed my legs together and pulled the silk nightie lower, attempting to hide whatever IT was that was suddenly stimulating my pussy.