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This fanfiction is a spinoff of Cho Cozi Seyonulu's series 'beach week' (http://comics.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600060644) and covers encounters outside the main story timeline. These stories are approved and edited by CCS prior to publication. Ownership of the characters is, of course, still Dan Shive's.
#1 Working up a Sweat

Ellen/Elliot

M/F, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, handjob, vaginal

Elliot dumped a pair of bags onto the kitchen table and went straight to the fridge. Even this late at night it was hot and humid. Summer was months away, but evidently nobody had pointed that out to whoever twiddled the celestial dials. He grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler rack and drank as Ellen hauled the rest of the shopping through the door.
“Hey!” she exclaimed “you going to be a gentleman and leave some of that for me?”
“Be a gentleman yourself” Elliot mouthed around the bottle lip, finishing the whole thing in one long draught. He grinned at her peeved expression and took a second bottle from the fridge “I'll be a genius instead, and make sure there's a spare.” He tossed it to her and she caught it easily.
“Hmph, well, put those brains to use figuring out where to put all this stuff. I'm calling first shower, I'd probably win any wet T-shirt contests I entered right now.” Ellen grimaced as she opened the bottle and mopped her bangs out of her eyes. “Euch. I'll try and not be too long”
As she turned to leave Elliot couldn't help but notice that there was an element of truth to what she said. They had realised they were low on just about everything when they had gone to make dinner. Elliot's car was being serviced and their parents were away for the weekend so they'd had no choice but to walk a couple of miles to the mall and then carry the bags of shopping back home, uphill in the heat. Elliot was in good shape and Ellen had inherited his stamina, but even so the combination of unseasonable weather and bags of groceries had gotten them both sweating. As effective as his training was at keeping him looking good, he had to admit, Ellen certainly looked better....
He was still a little uncomfortable thinking like that. Ellen's body was unnaturally familiar to him, having inhabited it himself often enough, a fact Ellen often used to tease him with to his intense embarrassment. He was beginning to notice changes though. Obvious ones like Ellen's choice of hair style, but also subtler things. Ellen trained with him now and where once a curve had been soft and yielding, now it was supple and strong. She held herself differently to the way he did, she moved differently, more fluidly, more... attractively, he had to admit. It wasn't all a matter of perspective either. Ellen's body was Ellen's body, no longer the transformed form he took.
With that realisation had come a complex feeling of both being pushed apart from and pulled towards his magical sibling. No longer did they share their thoughts, no longer did they know each other inside and out. In the distance between them curiosity began to bloom and despite himself, Elliot had found himself wondering about what Ellen did with that body, feeling a sense of furtiveness when he looked at her that had never been there before. Ellen had suffered something of the same crisis and the awkwardness had become unbearable for a time, especially as the two still slept in the same room. He had been considering asking his parents if he could clean out the basement and chivalrously donate the room to Ellen when she had brought things to a head with a typical directness that spoke volumes about the difference between them now.
She had walked into the room while he was reading in bed, hair damp from the shower and simply tossed the towel she had wrapped around herself into the basket they kept in the corner for dirty laundry. Then she had walked over to her bed, propped herself up directly facing him and begun to ease the tangles out of her hair.
Her abrupt nudity had caught him off guard and he'd gaped for a split second before ducking his head behind his book. A few seconds later, a damp sock had flapped across his face and dropped onto the paper. Scowling, he'd looked up to find her facing him, one foot propped up on a knee, shoulders back and showing, well, everything.
“You know, it would be a lot easier to see what you want to if you weren't always peeking through a book cover or the reflection in the window” she said, an eyebrow raised. She gave a tiny arch of her back “It's not like you haven't seen this all before, I'm done going to get dressed in the bathroom or trying to fit my bra under the sheets. Can you just look and not make it feel like I'm pole-dancing on the canteen table any time I take my pants off?”
“But...”
“We've talked about this already, I don't come from the same place sisters do. I know just as much as you do how it feels to see some boobs you weren't expecting...” she paused and chuckled “perhaps even more so now, thanks to Nanase. It's awkward as hell, you don't know what they'll think of you if they knew you looked. Well, here's what I think.”
She tossed her hair back over her shoulder with a hand. Elliot tried to keep his eyes on her face, but as she stood he still saw the way her belly stretched, taught with new muscles, and how her posture showed off everything from nipple to thigh. She stalked across to him as he let the book he had been reading fall in one hand to his side.
“I think that at this point if you're not close to tearing your boxers, you're probably going to be dead by tomorrow.”
Elliot had found she was right. He'd become painfully erect without even being aware of it. She stood beside the bed, her belly in line with his eyes, framed by the softest of curves above and a neat patch of damp curls below. She pushed onto the balls of her feet which caused the lines of her body to ripple through tension and softness as she spun around with a quirk of her hips, showing off her back and bottom. The sight caused him to begin to ache even more as she walked back to her bed, pulling a long nightshirt from under her pillow.
“Now, I'm going to go and have some hot chocolate, if you're still pitching a tent when I get back, so help me god...” Ellen paused in the doorway and smiled, pulling the nightshirt down over her breasts which, Elliot couldn't help notice, were tipped by nipples rather more visible than they usually were.
“It's ok to think about it and you're welcome to look.” she said, gesturing to herself “If it helps, remember that I'll always have a little of you inside me. Sometimes I don't mind thinking what it would be like to have a little more, either. No point hiding it.”
Elliot had just sat there as she winked and closed the door, as hard as he'd been in his life. He'd barely had the presence of mind to yell after her;
“Hey, watch what you're calling little!”
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Ellen shrugged off the old t-shirt and stepped into the shower, sluicing sweat from herself. She left the water cool as she lathered herself in soap, enjoying the refreshment after the sweaty struggle home. She relaxed against the side of the shower and let the water spray across her face and chest, one of her favourite feelings. After a workout, everything was so sensitive that even the sprinkle of water on skin felt as decadent as a full massage. She'd have to tell Elliot to take a shower sometime when he was on one of his draining nights. It was a pity that they didn't have a hand-held showerhead like at Nanase's, she thought with her eyes closed, smiling. She remembered when she'd angled the head just right in the shower with her girlfriend, the wide eyed look Nanase had given her followed by a clutching grab as her knees had buckled and the way the girl had bitten her shoulder as she clung on, the water fountaining between her thighs. The amount of teasing material she'd get if Elliot ever tried that...
Emerging from her reverie she remembered she'd promised to be out quickly. Sighing, she turned off the water and towelled herself off. She still wasn't quite over the thoughts that had wandered into her head under the tap and the sensation of the towel padding up between her legs, rubbing against the nub of her clitoris wasn't helping. That was another thing the walk had done, that kind of exertion made her feel supple and sensual, once she got her breath back, her whole body singing with life and desire. She was grateful that Elliot had come around to being open about their needs in that department. She didn't get to actually muck around with Nanase nearly as often as she wanted to, so more often than not she needed to handle things alone. Since she had re-adopted most of Elliot's hobbies their schedules were in synch enough that she was rarely alone in their room and having to masturbate quietly at night almost added as much tension as it relieved.
Now she just slid under a sheet and got down to business. Elliot generally put on some headphones to keep from being distracted if he had something else to do, but often enough one thing led to another and he grabbed the tissues. All in all, their relationship had improved tenfold since they'd eliminated the orgasm-free-zone around their bedroom.
Ellen put her towel in the laundry chute and opened the bathroom door to find Elliot leaning against the opposite wall. He had his own towel over his shoulder and his bottle of ice water in one hand, but otherwise he was as nude as she was. She determinedly kept her eyes forward as she walked past him, but she couldn't avoid the scent. Ellen was freshly out of the shower, but Elliot still had all the sweat of the walk on him, mixed with the tang of cheap deodorant.
It had never been something she had anticipated, back when she was dealing with the strangeness of her new life. She'd read that you couldn't really smell yourself, and her shared memories with Elliot were never sharp in that area. Yet her body was not his and the memory of scent was a deeply physical one. Certainly, the first time she'd wrestled with her brother he had only won because a deep breath had filled her head with a rich, warm smell unlike anything she remembered. She'd almost asked him what he'd put on before she realised it was just his body, his sweat. It was like coming back to a familiar room after years away, as distant and yet close to her as his memories and the feel of his body as hers.
Now he was covered with a cooling sheen, flushed in the still heat. The scent grabbed her and the thoughts she had fought down in the shower rushed back. She felt her body flush as she brushed past him and the muscles in her thighs tightened. She rolled her eyes as Elliot closed the door, resisting the urge to look back. There wasn't anything wrong with it, it was just just... she'd just washed, wasn't that enough getting wet for one evening?
Once she was back in their room, she sat down on the bed and sighed, flopped back onto the clean sheets and stretched her muscles into the pleasant pain of tension. She tried to take her mind off the scent, the sight of him but she was always like this after exercise. It was a leftover, a gift of Elliot's memory that after exertion she felt lithe, powerful and most of all sexy. From there all it took was a nudge to get to uncomfortably horny.
Ellen stretched out on top of her sheets in the warmth and wriggled on the soft cotton. She tugged a pillow from behind her head and hugged it. The gentle weight of it on her belly aroused her just as much as the pressure against her breasts, enveloped in the silky fabric. She could almost feel the rest of a body pushing her thighs apart, pressing over her and into her. She slid the pillow down between her legs for a second and then drew it back abruptly, realising she was going to have to sleep on it. Even that brief exploration had left a small damp patch near one corner. Instead, she let the pillow rest across her belly, pinned by one elbow as that hand unconsciously caressed a breast, stroking the nipple with her palm. Her other hand slid under the pillow and down across her pussy. She slipped her fingers into the outer folds, breathing an involuntary sigh as her back arched, crushing the pillow into her navel and pressing the exploring hand hard against the root of her pleasure. blushing heat rolled through her body, unstoppable even if she'd wanted to, but by now all thoughts of avoiding a second coating of sweat were lost in the tide of sensation.
She was pushing herself up the final climb when the bedroom door clacked open and Elliot appeared on the threshold. Even now the twins had gotten over their awkwardness, being walked in on was enough to make Ellen jerk her hand away and pull the pillow up across her breasts, trying to quickly sit up but ending up sprawled on an elbow. Her brother winced for an instant, but didn't turn away.
“Um... is it ok if I come in? I'd... uh, go grab another drink, but...” he gestured with the hand holding his towel to his own nakedness. “Better you than the neighbours, I think...”
Ellen groaned and chucked the pillow at him.
“I was almost done. You have the worst timing.”
Elliot caught the pillow easily before it hit him in the head. He stuck it under his arm and muttered something. Ellen let herself drop back onto the sheets. “what was that?”
She could hear the blush in his voice when her replied “ 'or the best'. You're... kind of putting on a show, more than usual that is...”
Ellen realised that her legs were still bent up, not arched outwards as they had been a moment before, but still wide enough apart that Elliot could see straight up between them from the doorway. Still piqued at the interruption, rather than twisting onto her side she thrust her crotch up at him as if she were raising her chin. “Go ahead,” she sighed, “not much point acting like some blushing virgin.”
Elliot coughed “You uh... you look like you were having fun.”
Ellen rolled her eyes, looking up at the ceiling “Thanks to you, yes. I should have held my nose when you went into the shower. When I was towelling off I kind of got myself started accidentally and the way you... smelled didn't help any.”
“The way I smelled?” Elliot asked
“Yes, all hot and sweaty and manly. Normally it's not so bad because it's still sort of my smell, I'm used to it, but when I'm already... you know” she trailed off and gestured between her legs. “It's hard not to imagine things.”
Elliot took a couple of seconds to reply, still standing in the doorway “I... Um, I know what you mean.” His tone made Ellen prop herself up again to see him over her knees. Her brother was still holding the pillow and his towel under one arm, but his other hand was trying to cover a sudden erection. As she watched his penis jerked upwards, a motion she remembered accompanying intense arousal. She realised he wasn't actually trying to cover himself, only to stop his dick pointing out and bouncing up and down like an eager puppy. Ellen couldn't help letting out a snort of laughter despite her annoyance. “Well, it looks like we're even then. I should make you stand there while I finish and then tie your hands behind your back”.
“Sounds kinky. Look, I'm sorry. Let me put some clothes on and I'll get out of your hair.” Elliot said, grinning awkwardly. Ellen shook her head
“No, that's not fair, this is your room too. Besides, I told you you're welcome to look.” she hesitated a second, summoning up her nerve “Anyway, you've got the same problem now. Stay, deal with it. It'll... help me too.”
“You mean... get myself off?” Elliot asked. Ellen groaned “No, I mean cut it off with your pocketknife... Yes, get yourself off. Look, it's going almost purple, that can't be healthy. How long has it been since you and Sarah got some quality time together?”
Elliot winced “About three weeks.” He rallied “but I've gotten myself off since then, I don't think I could manage three weeks without anything. Um, you're sure?”
Ellen shrugged “I'm not doing it for you, handsome. I've given you a show, now you give me one. I've never really seen a boy get himself off before... I mean, you know, from the outside.” She slid over to the side of the bed and sat up. Seeing his reaction, she blithely cocked one leg up onto the bed and cupped her breasts, trying to make it look like a tease though, in truth, the motion reignited the pleasure in her belly and she had to work hard to stop her hips jerking forward and straight off the bed as the base of her pussy slid across the edge of the mattress. “Here you go, I'll give you something nice to look at”
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Elliot was on fire. It wasn't the sort of passion he felt with Sarah, his whole mind and body in pleasant agreement, but the same sort of purely physical lust that rushed up between his legs sometimes when he saw a pretty girl at the pool or 'accidentally' found one of those pages online. This was a hundredfold, a thousandfold stronger though. He could feel actual heat radiating from his crotch as he cupped himself and made his way over to his bed, even the restraining touch of his own hand burned as if his girlfriend's lips were brushing him the way they sometimes did. And Ellen. His sister was flushed, her face a little pink and Elliot could see the glistening moisture down the insides of her thighs clearly, where her hand had spread the wetness flowing out of her. She had been breathing heavily the whole time they had been talking and it was the slight breathlessness of her voice as much as a clear view up her naked body that had dumped a lake of hormonal kerosene all over the spark of seeing her as they'd passed outside the bathroom.
Elliot sat down quickly before he got cold feet. His arousal was so potent he had to grab his dick hard, the normal light fondling that often preceded masturbation would have been unbearable. Ellen grinned at him from her own bed. She tucked her legs up and crossed her arms under her chest, shaping her breasts as she watched, head slightly tilted. Elliot groaned and closed his eyes as he clenched his hand and dragged it down his dick. Strangely, now he had started he wanted to avoid blowing as soon as he would if he kept his eyes on Ellen's curves. He focused inwards and continued to stroke himself, stoking the heat and easing himself higher and higher towards climax. After a minute the flames were raging not just up and down his cock but pulsing and rolling like warm water deep up inside him. His throat was dry and he eased off for a second to swallow. As he did, he felt a bump on the bed next to him.
When he opened his eyes and looked around, Ellen was sitting a body's width up the bed from him, still watching. Her cheeky smile had softened and her eyes were wide and dark. She hadn't done up her hair since her shower and it fell across her shoulders and face loosely, a few strands falling down between her breasts as she leaned forward on her thighs. As he looked at her her smile grew a little, but there was the barest touch of sadness in it.
“It's so strange, watching you. I can hardly remember this sort of thing on my own but seeing you move like that, breathe like... that” she paused and swallowed herself “It brings things back...”
Elliot couldn't help avoiding her eyes, which only caused him to see the way one of her hands was idly pushing a little between her legs, fingers tangled in the curls that marked a dark arrow below her belly. He felt his cock strain against his hand again.
“You getting what you wanted then? Not sure I'm going to last much longer with you right there...”
Ellen bit her lip “I got a little distracted remembering. It's really just gone and made things worse, look.” She wriggled a little on the bed, worming her hand all the way down between her thighs, shuddered and brought it back out, trailing a string of fluid, her fingers thick with the stuff. “feeling it as a girl turns out to be even more, uh, exciting...”
Elliot couldn't take his eyes off her fingers as she wiped them on her calf. “so... that's a yes then?”
Ellen groaned “No, this is just like getting hard. It means I'm ready, not that I'm done. I'm really, really, really ready now.”
Her tone made him strain against his hand once more and he winced at the pressure building up. “that's... not helping” he almost whispered. Suddenly, he felt damp fingers curl around his hand and tug it away from his cock. The brush of another's skin on his penis made his whole lower body want to shove up and in. He looked at Ellen, startled, as she drew his hand into her lap.
“Stop for a minute then... put this somewhere else.” She had her eyes closed and was bowed over a little, curling her fingers across his hand, sliding them between his like a cat rubbing itself between his legs as she pressed it gently against her belly. “I... can think of some places...”
“Ellen...”
“Mmmm... do that too” she whispered as she tugged his hand upwards, spreading his palm with a thumb and pressing it open across her far breast. His first, treacherous thought was that it was nothing like Sarah's. Deep, warm and silky rather than dainty, with a wide hard nipple compared to Sarah's tiny, sensitive buds. He had wondered how it would feel at times, but he had not been able to imagine it, even having owned a pair himself on occasion. Touching yourself was just not the same.
Ellen's whole body shuddered as he drew his palm back towards himself across the nipple. The moment it left her skin she tugged on his hand again insistently, pulling it back and pressing it into her belly, pushing it down between her legs. Elliot felt the hard ridge of her pubic bone pressing into his hand through the mat of coarse hair. The supple muscles of her belly tensed and spasmed as one of his fingers slipped lightly against the slick inside of her thigh and all at once the last shreds of hesitance fled. He had remembered what it felt like when he had a girl's body, what those subtle pushings and tremblings meant. He slipped below the waters of the same ocean of arousal Ellen had lost herself in, sliding up against her side so that he could spear his hand down between her thighs. The outer ridge slipped below the tangle of hair and slid down across her clitoris, spreading her outer lips as he twisted his hand under her. Ellen curled around his arm, her breasts enveloping his bicep and pressing into his side as her legs spread wide and her hips pushed forward and up against his hand. Her head slid onto his shoulder, hair falling across his chest and she gasped a feather of warmth across his own nipple. The sweet smell of soap and hair was in his nostrils now, mixed with the savoury scent of her pussy as her hands spread her wetness up across his arm and chest. He slipped his ring finger into her, pulling it up, looking for the hood and finding it as Ellen bucked against him again, and again as he pressed against it, curling and pushing his finger against the switch, turning it on over and over again. Ellen let a full throated groan out into his collarbone and her body convulsed as she clung to his arm
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Ellen's thrusting hips drove her brother's fingers off her clit and they slipped down the curved bone and spread her open. Ellen couldn't help crushing her thighs together, holding his hand inside her as she sucked a deep breath in both nose and mouth, tasting and smelling the sweat which had driven her to this to begin with. The sensation of indrawn breath against his neck seemed to have as dramatic an effect on him as the taste of him had on her and both twins grabbed at each other, letting out breathy cries.
Ellen tilted her hips to press Elliot's hand up into her, crushing it into the bed as leverage. It was probably more than uncomfortable for him but she was beyond the point of consideration. Her hand that wasn't desperately supporting her shuddering body groped across his stomach, feeling the tightness in every muscle and slid down to the base of his shaft. She felt his fingers twitch inside her as she cupped her hand and slid it up and over the tip of his penis, wetting her palm on the tip before sliding it down the underside, pulling the skin tighter. She grabbed at him hard and he responded in kind, pressing his palm against the curve of her crotch, massaging her clit against the bone and cupping his fingers to tug against the slick roof of her vagina. She bit back a ragged scream as the area she used to pleasure herself most often caught fire at her brother's touch, sending shuddering waves pulsing through her that made her collapse against him, shaking and clutching desperately at his cock.
It was like nothing she'd experienced before. Nanase might be an assertive girl and was certainly no blushing maiden when their clothes came off, but she reacted to Ellen's caresses with a sort of feline lust, stretching and wrapping around her sinuously and slowly. Elliot reacted to her insistence with a mirrored, desperate energy, their response to each other like an echo that only grew louder and louder until they were both lost in a thunder of pounding hearts and gasping breath. As the sensation grew, action and reaction became one single frantic sensation of raw desire, a need to pull each other in, closer and closer, to act and be in perfect unity once more.
Ellen's arm gave way and she dropped onto her back. Suddenly less constricted, Elliot's fingers slid out of her, then pressed her open and teased the mouth of her pussy, opening and unfolding it. She felt a new trickle of warmth down between her buttocks as the motion let her wetness escape. The feeling of emptiness was almost agonizing compared to the raging heat of having him inside her and she reflexively tugged on his penis, then knocked the arm supporting him from under him, forcing her brother to twist and fall down against her side, thrusting into her hand and up against her hip. She buried her face in his chest and kissed it as his upper body settled on top of hers, his knee resting across her thighs as his cock pressed against her hip. His fingers slipped back inside, but without her own weight to drive him into her they were not nearly reaching into her as far as she wanted. All she could think of was what pressed up against her leg, the incredible hardness of it. She used her head to push deeper under him, pressing herself into the bed and worming so his whole upper body was on top of her and pulled on his dick again, almost harshly this time. She felt his hips respond unconsciously, sliding up and onto hers so he was fully on top of her, her face pressed against the hard ridge of his sternum.
His hand had been dragged from the cleft as his legs took its place, so he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, hugging her against him. Ellen pressed her whole length into him, feeling his hardness straining against her stomach as she rubbed her breasts against his ribs, dragging her nipples across his skin and the thin hair that grew on his chest. Elliot groaned and let the weight of his legs hanging from the bed drag his body down hers. They were slippery with both sweat and other fluids now, so his hips slid between her thighs with little friction, helped as she spread herself and wrapped her legs around him
Ellen felt him lift his hips a little, slipping one hand out from under her shoulders and beginning to move it down to press between them, whether to pleasure himself or her she did not know. All she knew was that a hand now would not suffice. She could feel the tip of his cock resting lightly on her pubic hair and the feeling of it so close was unbearable. She spasmed and pushed her face up off his chest, seeking a patch of skin near the base of his neck she knew from memory was as sensitive as her own breasts. She nipped on it hard with her lips, rasping her teeth across it as she did, having to resist the urge to bite down fully in the moment. Elliot reacted instantly, slamming his hips forward. As he did so his dick slipped further down her crotch as she had wanted, down across her hood and the wetness below. She caught him easily, the curve of her pussy guiding the head down into her and she pressed him deeper with a throaty cry, wrapping herself around him so he could not pull free, a tiny corner of her being still afraid he would baulk even now. She need not have worried.
As her pussy drew him deep and held him with slick, soft bands, Elliot thrust into her so hard she was shoved upwards further onto the bed. She felt him bury his face in her hair and shove again, and again suddenly as her contractions gripped him. She realised she had been coming since the moment she had gotten him inside her, and now she was in the full throes of a rolling, sweeping orgasm, completely different to any other she remembered. Elliot was braced against the floor on tiptoe, thrusting in jerky bursts. Each time his hips thudded against her she was crushed into his chest, she could feel the pounding of his heart inside him as powerfully as she could feel the pounding of his cock inside her, every pulse washing through her whole being. Her toes were curling and uncurling and her hands were dragging white welts on his sweaty back as she felt him press into her deeper again, worming from side to side a little as he worked himself as deep as he could. She raised her hips to him and sunk him even deeper into her as he strained again and all at once she felt him twitch against her roof, deep inside, the warmth of his cum almost lost amongst the waves that rolled through her. Her climax thundered even higher as he crushed her against him, gasping through her hair, a moment of such pure communion that it was as if two halves of a broken soul had once more been made one, rather than merely two bodies brought together as close as flesh allowed.
Moments later both twins were limp. Elliot's arms were still pinned beneath Ellen's back, her own spread out to either side where they'd fallen from his. Almost a minute passed before either moved other than to take deep, ragged breaths and twitch as tiny sensations flashed through them as hair settled and sweat ran. Eventually Elliot raised his head a fraction, enough to see his sister's face where it had been pressed up against his throat, eyes closed and cheeks flushed, her mouth a fraction open. He took a deep breath and whispered:
“Ohhhhhhh boy...”
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