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Twins!

The Twincest AU Meme

Incest between twins is a subclass of sibling incest and includes both heterosexual and homosexual relationships. While in modern Western European culture, such behavior is considered taboo and is quite rare, incest between twins is a common feature in Indo-European, Asian (such as Japan, the Philippines, and Bali) and Oceanian mythology, and there are a few societies in which the prohibition on it is limited or it is partially accepted [Wiki].

For your whole life, you've been a one-of-a-kind. Maybe you've had siblings, but your siblings are different or older or younger. Nobody quite like you, nobody exactly close.

Or has it been like that? Don't you have someone closer than a regular sibling - a twin?

In this meme, you do! You're a twin. And not only that, but you're...close. Closer than close, actually, in ways the outside world might not understand. It may be a misconception, or you could actually be inappropriately involved; yet in the end, you still have each other, just as you started with. And who needs anyone else? You two don't.

HOW TO PLAY

AU your character into being a twin. It will probably be fraternal twins so you can account for differences in appearances and/or gender.
You can age characters up or down to be the same age.
Otherwise, comment with character information and then tag others.

PROMPTS

Treated Badly: The way you grew up was difficult, so you've pulled close to the only person you knew.
Posing: Luckily, you look different enough that, if you should leave your childhood home, no one would know you're related.
Protecting: There's usually a dominant, protector twin. That's you. You have to protect your brother/sister from all those out there who'd want to use them.
Narcissism: What's better than masturbation? Being with someone who looks almost like you.
True Love: Your love is just like any other couples'. How can you be blamed if you were born in the bodies of twins?
No One Else Understands: Nobody gets you like your twin. It's such a relief to come to them and forget everything else.
Exploring the Differences: You want to see everything that makes the two of you differ.
Always Been Like This: There's almost never been a moment where you haven't been sexually or romantically involved with your twin. You don't question it.
Childhood Returns: Some old habits from the past have started to resurface.
Natural You were born into this world together. You're soulmates.
Competition: Nearly everything's a game in you two's capable hands. You just want to see who's the best.
Jealous: You want to keep what's yours all to yourself.
Share and Share Alike: You've shared all your life. It's not stretch to share other people.
Nonsexual: You're romantically involved, but not sexually. That's okay, you have something more pure than sex.
Borderline: The one place you said you wouldn't go is the place you're getting closer and closer to. As long as there's no penetration, there's no sex, you tell yourself.
Guilt: There is some self-awareness of how messed up this is.
OTHER

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[ooc: Not up for 4, 13, and 16.]

[Not up for 4, 7, and 13.]

( open to all prompts, m/m preference unless Rin. kinks|permissions in journal. )

[SO]

[I DON'T HAVE RIN BUT]

[BUT THIS ALSO WORKS.

any prompts catch your interest?]

[9? he could also be the jealous one for 12, and the true sinner in me is down for 15+16]

[i'm down for being a sinner with you if you'd like.]

[they aren't supposed to be doing this.]

[the icy-cold terror of that thought is there, as always, and he's not sure if the pounding of his heart is from that or from the contrasting, impossibly-warm feeling of his brother's mouth on his. it's always hard, starting this, trying to communicate that he wants this, made twice as difficult by the fact they have yet to speak of what 'this' is or even acknowledge it. which is in turn, made infinitely more complicated by the fact that he hasn't even ackowledged any of it to himself. they aren't doing anything wrong, incest is sex, and it's not like they've really done that, exactly--]

[so, in the end, his attempts to communicate mostly took the form of longer and longer stares when they were alone together and things fell to silence, until eventually he mustered up all his courage in a single burst of bravado and kissed his twin with enough desperation and want that he almost headbutted him.]

[you'd think he'd have gotten better at this, or more suave, somehow. nope.]

[they're definitely not supposed to be doing this. yet, here they are, mouths and hands on each other in ways that they shouldn't be.

but they are.

he's not too sure how this started or even why but he can't seem to stop himself or his twin from doing this, even with the faint worry that this was all somehow wrong and that they shouldn't be doing this with each other. but, who better to share this with than someone who knows him better than anyone else? who knows just where to touch, just where to kiss, just where to make him sigh in places no one else could ever imagine. even with their clumsy attempts that sometimes cause one of them to stare in surprise, he still finds his mouth on his twin's, fingers in that same blond hair he shares.

he stops only when he hears a sound and he freezes, a faint flush touching at his cheeks at the fear of being suddenly caught with his twin like this. but, luckily, it seems to be a false alarm and he sighs heavily as his heart sinks back down into his chest.]

I thought I heard something.

[he doesn't hear anything, but the body language of his twin under him is more than enough, and he freezes too, face flushed considerably more heavily. it's only when his twin speaks that he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.]

D-don't do that to me. I thought for sure we--

['were going to get caught'? nope, he can't manage to say that out loud.]

--nevermind.

Besides, it's fine, it's not like we're doing anything that bad.

[I mean, I'd particularly love to play off of characters who canonically look a lot like her, but that is in no way a necessity. Go with whatever seems like fun to you.]

[all options are good! looking for twins!]

[stares hard at the massive pile of Yuuris who wants to go to hell with me?]

[i just needed to commend you on the brilliance of using this meme for selfcest shenanigans.]

[It's just hilarious to me and tbh can you imagine how happy any given Viktor would be to be plunked into this scenario I mean.]

[Oh my god. But imagine the reverse. dom!Yuuri with a harem of Viktors would be delicious.]

[One Viktor to wrap around each finger~]

[They're already twins! So how about a third sibling in here?]

[ Hey there! Sorry for the late-ish reply; I figure Rikku would make a good sibling for these two though. Either a younger (or older, if you're fine playing the twins under fifteen) sister, or maybe even a non-identical triplet? ]

[I think having these two as a pair of younger twin sisters would be adorable! :) ]

[ Hella. How old will they be? And what kinks do you like/want to see for this? ]

[I'm thinking 13, for their age? And as far as kinks, maybe a 'no one else understands / share and share alike' mix?]

[ That all sounds good to me. Would you care to start, or should I do so? ]

[Do you mind starting? I'll reply in the morning! :) ]

[ Not at all! ]

Their parents rose bright and early, Rikku the only one (ostensibly) awake with them. For the first time, they were leaving the three girls home alone all weekend-there was money for pizza for dinner that night, plus the fridge and pantry were stocked, and the rules were simple-no parties, no boys. Part of Rikku wondered if her parents just hadn't caught on yet that she, at least, was bi-but then maybe they were more concerned about the consequences of sex with a boy than with a girl. That would make sense, all things considered.

The perky blonde stood on their front porch, dressed just in a thin nightgown as she waved goodbye to her parents in the pale light of the rising sun. As soon as the car turned off their street, she went back inside, locking the front door. Moving to the kitchen to start breakfast-which, really, was just frozen waffles for her and whatever the twins could find for themselves-she called loudly towards their room once they were in the toaster. "Auburn! Anna! They're gone!" If the twins were awake, they'd have no doubt heard that-and maybe woken up if they had been sleeping.

They had been sleeping, in the bed that, even now, they still shared with each other. While they were easily of the age where they didn't have to do that anymore, they had maintained that it was a twin thing, and that their parents shouldn't bother with getting two beds for them.

Anyway, after a few minutes, the two girls shuffled down the stairs in their own nightgowns and disheveled hair. Auburn was in the lead, like she always was.

"Mrng." she said, while Anna was still mostly silent.

"You look as perky as always." The twins weren't morning people, most of the time-and while Rikku herself wasn't either, she was always perky no matter what time of day it was.

Watching them with barely pent-up lust, Rikku having been starving herself of even masturbation since their parents told her about the trip weeks ago-and having saved up money for a special surprise she'd bring out later in the evening-Rikku continued. "So what do you want for breakfast? Toast, cereal? Me?" The last one was slipped in with a sly grin and a light blush-but it wasn't as though this would be the first time.

Well, it was that perkiness that made Rikku such a joy to be around. Most of the time. Morning maybe not so much. But it's also why despite Auburn's little assertive streaks here and there, Rikku was kind of the leader of the trio of sister. The fact that she was the oldest also contributed to that somewhat, but it was an attitude thing, first and foremost.

Anna just blushed, as even though they were all comfortable together and even though she did want to go along with anything Rikku suggested, she was still shy about certain subjects.

Auburn, not so much. "Cereal first. Then you."

"Probably better that way-it'd be hard to eat my waffles with a tongue inside of me." Sure, talking like that was somewhat embarrassing for Rikku-but she loved teasing the sisters, especially Anna, with such topics. As if on cue, her waffles popped out of the toaster, and Rikku plated them before grabbing peanut butter-and the girls' favorite type of cereal-from the cabinet and then starting to spread some on the waffles. "You two don't have anything to do this weekend, right?"

Auburn grinned, winking at Rikku. "I'm sure Anna was just going to read or something.

Anna piped in with, "Hey, you could benefit from more books in your life, too..."

Auburn continued, right over Anna's comment, "But honestly, big sis, what were we going to plan? You know our parents set rules, which means we were just going to be stuck here with you..." Of course, it was a tease. Auburn couldn't just come out and say something without adding a tease in.

"Hey, they told me no parties and no boys-if the two of you wanted a friend or two over, that would be fine." Plus, in their case, she didn't think they'd be likely to do anything sexual with girls they had invited over; as far as Rikku knew they were only interested in eachother and her.

Taking a bite out of a waffled, Rikku poured herself a glass of milk with her free hand before continuing. "Or going out with friends, I guess. But staying in is much more fun."

Well, she wasn't wrong about the twins' 'preferences' when it came to who they wanted to do things with. But at the same time, Auburn couldn't resist getting another tease in.

"You just want us to bring friends over so that you can perv on them.."

Rikku-who apparently had zero shame-only grinned at that accusation.

"Hey, if the two of you aren't going to help them discover their sexuality, somebody has to, right?" Not that she was entirely serious, but just like Auburn and Anna themselves, their friends were starting to get to the age where Rikku found them attractive. Hell, some of them were already curvier than her.

Auburn smirked, "And you'd be more than happy to take over a slumber party and turn it into a sex party." she accused, before taking a huge bite of cereal.

"That's the best way to discover your sexuality. Believe me." Rikku's first experience with girls *might* have been her and Yuna's introduction to the subject at the hands of Yuna's older friend, Lulu. And it had most certainly been formative-while Rikku didn't discriminate, she'd found an appreciation for curves and a darker style after that first time.

Anna blushed. "Really?" she said. "You'd really have all our friends over to, er, do that with?"

[I mean you know where my inspiration comes from, but I will gladly AU]

[I also have a Genji, just lemme know what you prefer!]

[Ryou and Haru as twins would be interesting for sure...]

[Selfcest would be most preferred for me, but we can do fraternal twins (just no Sawamuras in this case, please!)]

(( My kingdom for another Akashi but open to anybody, crosscanon included. ))

Sasuke remembered the first time he'd seen Akashi's Emperor Eye as clearly as he remembered the moment he'd activated his own Sharingan.

They were so different and yet so much the same, down to the moments of heartbreak that had awoken the dormant powers sleeping in their eyes. Akashi hadn't seen their older brother die. Sasuke hadn't had to shoulder the sudden weight of their grieving father's obsession. There was something about their blood or their bond, there had to be, to explain the shocks of color and power they manifested in the same organ in such similar ways. Nearly identical, like their ferocity and fire and the subtleties of their bodies. They were two jagged halves, completely dissimilar at first glance, but they were halves all the same.

And that meant they made a whole when they met.

Their hair colors, eye colors, the few centimeters of difference, made them easy to dismiss out of hand as bickering siblings with chips on their shoulders, always at each others' throats in some way or another. No one else saw the sparks when they clashed, heard the breathless encouragement in the way they pushed each other. No one knew half as well as they did how neatly their jaw lines and cheekbones nearly matched but didn't, saw the swell and flex of muscle earned from kendo or basketball and knew how many lines were identical except for skin tone.

No one else got it like they got each other, and that made it as easy to do this as to hide it, as natural as breathing to touch as well as fight. Hell, sometimes they got each other better than they understood themselves, and Sasuke wondered if Akashi knew what exactly Sasuke was doing when he pushed his twin into their room the moment they got home and closed the door with the weight of their bodies. If he understood that the biting kisses and the hands digging in his hair were Sasuke's way of trying to soothe the spark in that one orange eye, to convince him that there was at least one person who wasn't ever leaving him behind. To promise that Sasuke, at least, didn't need him to be everything at once, the way that first glimpse of that Eye had told Sasuke he was trying so fucking hard to be.

Of course, Seijuurou knew what was coming before his back met wood and teeth nipped at his mouth; the set of Sasuke's jaw and the side glances on the way home told him enough.

If he could see the future in so many other ways, it was only natural that the same applied to the person who'd breathed every moment together with him, the connection between them unbroken regardless of whether they were close enough to touch. That bond being so unshakeable meant Seijuurou could afford to be indulgent of his twin's fantasy of standing on even footing with him.

Sasuke was the younger, the lesser, not the pair of shoulders that the family name's mantle rested on, not the one expected to surpass the unrealized legacy of their elder brother. Fate and Seijuurou's own superiority had already decided the ultimate outcome of the rivalry between them regardless of their continued squabbles; anyone else who thought to challenge him would have been taught their true place in the world without mercy and stepped over as yet another irrelevant obstacle. But while he'd locked away much of his gentler nature when his Emperor's Eye had awoken and an existence already long split into two parts splintered invisibly into three, Seijuurou couldn't be so unkind to this person who was an extension of himself. Unwavering loyalty did after all deserve nurturing and reward.

...And the victors of the world always were entitled to whatever spoils they please. So Seijuurou's lips parted in a way that could be mistaken for obedience and his fingers skated around Sasuke's hip, palm coming to rest firm at the small of Sasuke's back and commanding their hips to meet. His other hand cupped Sasuke's face to tilt it upwards to facilitate a deeper kiss, watching his thumb trace over the swell of Sasuke's cheek, observing the knit and smoothing of Sasuke's brow and the movement of his eyelids, reading Sasuke like a shogi board and planning ten moves ahead for the most favorable outcome.

Sasuke knew with the certainty that he knew air would fill his lungs when he breathed that Seijuurou read him like this, always, predicting Sasuke like he predicted his opponents on the court. That he was not an exception to that calculation, not protected from that disdain that his twin wore like armor. (He wished he was. Wished he could let his own arrogant fire burn a little lower where the other was concerned, that there could be some softer semblance of safety between them. But he wasn't, he couldn't, and there was no such indulgence. Not as long as Seijuurou bore that weight alone.)

But because he knew, he didn't trust that soft parting of lips, didn't expect that his brother's hands would remain soft for long. That was fine. It was better than detachment, this condescension. Better than losing another niisan in a ten-year span. And he would fight this uphill battle until his body stopped moving, with teeth crushing hard into his twin's bottom lip and fists tightening in hair enough to hurt. With hips crushing against hips as dark eyes peeled open, met the other's gaze, and spun red.

Sasuke's stubborn determination was charming as always; Seijuurou smiled when their gazes met, unconcerned at the tearing of tender skin against Sasuke's teeth and the salty, metallic taste he perceived when his tongue lapped against Sasuke's mouth, pressing for entry.

Sasuke really was so weak, to be this desperate for Seijuurou's attention and closeness and so clearly unable to do without it. But that was fine; the Seijuurou in Sasuke's arms now existed to protect the feeble part of himself that was unable to bear the possibility of failure and currently slumbered safely, uselessly in the back of his mind. It wasn't so great a burden to extend that care to his twin, in the place of both his suppressed other self and their lost older brother.

His hand at Sasuke's back slid downward to cup Sasuke's ass, fingers digging in hard, knee shifting to press firm between Sasuke's legs and grind; his other hand clawed its way down Sasuke's side to yank Sasuke's shirt from his pants and work its way beneath the fabric to leave streaks of scratches wherever he touched. No, it really was no trouble at all to imprint his affection into Sasuke's flesh whenever his brother demanded it, to reassure Sasuke of his continued existence with lingering bruises and broken skin so his presence would always be felt. His other self could continue to rest easy since Seijuurou had matters well in hand, could just stay silent and out of reach forever.

Edited 2017-01-26 05:47 (UTC)

For not the first time, Sasuke was struck with the wild and formless urge to jam his thumb into that horrible orange Eye until his hand and his brother's face poured blood like honey. The thought was abrupt, intrusive, and cast aside as quickly as it formed. There was no intent - only the guttural fury against this Seijuurou's sickening smugness. But the hands in red hair did not so much as twitch; the glower of flame-red eyes contained no more flash of defiant fury than was the norm. This Seijuurou was still Seijuurou. Was still his twin. His.

Would still pull Sasuke in to thrust against his leg like a dog without that eye, would still pepper his little brother with bloody marks that would rub tantalizingly raw under his clothes for days. He would just do it because Sasuke got off on it, more than because he'd deigned that Sasuke deserved it. Because it made Sasuke moan against his mouth, than because he wanted to mark Sasuke a possession, like writing his name in a schoolbook. Sasuke hated that, as much as he loved it. Like he hated how Seijuurou looked at Sasuke like it was clear the older of them was winning, again, like always, even when Sasuke pinned him down and fucked him hard enough to rock the bed. And loved it, in the back of his stomach, because it made that fucking challenge ever-present, boiled the fury that made Sasuke so much better at everything than he would have been without that push.

He hated himself for needing that goal, more than he hated how Seijuurou looked at him.

He didn't quiet his gasps as he rocked against the other's thigh, tight in his brother's grip; didn't bother to pretend he wasn't needy as fuck, didn't need Seijuurou's skin as badly as he needed air. Even if he dropped one hand to circle his niisan's neck just under the jaw, thumb and fingertips curled up onto bone. Only threatening a choke. Commanding and staying the set of his head so Sasuke could control the angle of the kiss (even as he parted teeth to let the other's tongue slip in). His other hand fisted tighter, the pair of them locking his brother's head in place, his weight pinning the other to the door even as he ran his thickening cock and tense sac up and down the length of Seijuurou's thigh through two layers of gakuran. He never just took his brother's condescension lying down - even if, sometimes, in that hollow place where he imagined a softer twin pushing and yielding like he believed they were the same... he wanted to.

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Twins!

Rey || Star Wars: The Force Awakens || F/M

Wanda Maximoff || MCU || F/M

len kagamine | vocaloid

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throws this at, vaguely ages up to 16-17

works for me

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Patchouli Knowledge | Touhou Project | OTA

Jyushimatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-san | ota

Katsuki Yuri | Yuri!!! on Ice

not a yuuri (sadly)

i still love you phichit <3

ilu too bestie <3

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Anna and Auburn Richards || OC || OTA

Re: Anna and Auburn Richards || OC || OTA

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Rin Okumura | Blue Exorcist | OTA

Hanzo Shimada | Overwatch | M/M

Ryousuke Kominato | Daiya no Ace | M/M

Miyuki Kazuya | Daiya no Ace | M/M

Akashi Seijuurou | Kuroko no Basuke | OTA

It's not narcissism, it's familial exceptionalism. Also 6ish/8/11

smh

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