I stuck my head over the edge of my bed to see my twin brother Ritchie lying on the floor of my bedroom. He'd be sleeping here with me until Aunt Marge and Uncle Bert went home after Christmas.
"Ritchie," I whispered, "It's ok if you want to sleep up here with me."
"Oh God thanks Stephanie." He said scampering up into bed. With the doors closed my room got incredibly cold in the winter, especially on the floor. Mom said since we were both thirteen we couldn't sleep in the same bed, but I knew Ritchie would get sick sleeping down there. I didn't mind sharing my bed with him. We got along better than most brothers and sisters we knew, maybe it was because we were twins and growing up we'd always developed the same interests. I snuggled up against him to help him warm up.
"Thanks Stephanie," he said, still shivering, "You're a lifesaver."
"No problem. Just get down in the morning before Mom comes in."
Neither one of us was really sleepy so we decided to talk for a while. My room was in the basement and all the other rooms were on the upper story, so we didn't need to worry about anyone hearing us. As we talked, I realized how weird it was to be lying here like this chatting about school. I laughed at the thought.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
Our parents went out for a drink so that left my brother and I in the motel room alone. Only two beds meant we would have to share one. Oh well, I guess I could tolerate him for one night. As we climbed under the covers we said our goodnights to one another, but soon we could hear a moaning coming from the room next to ours.
"What is that Shelly?"
"Sounds like someone's getting lucky to me."
We both snickered when I said that but it was true though. You could clearly hear them now and all you had to do was use your imagination to realize what was going on in there.
I often masturbate at home when alone in my room and now was feeling that urge to do so but how could I with Davey laying right here next to me. Maybe if I was slow and didn't move around much, he might not notice me doing it at all. As long as I was careful with my breathing, especially when I climax. His back is turned to me anyway, so why not.
He had won and she had lost and that was the bottom line. Initially it had just been an argument between siblings but it ultimately turned into a bet over their grade point averages. His sister bet that she would end up with the higher GPA and she had lost, 3.9 to 3.87... it was close but still she had lost.
When they had first argued over their GPA's it had just been for fun then his sister taunted him about her being smarter and Mark caved in and agreed to the bet. Mark had at first been hesitant to agree with his sister because she was so damned smart but when she had said that she would do 'anything' he wanted, assuming he won of course, he had smiled and then agreed and they sat down and hammered out the details. Mark still remembered the conversation like it was yesterday although it had been almost nine months ago...