Find the Queen

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.

*****

The carnival was in town and with it, traffic. Crowds that made their way through the nearby neighborhood while accumulating parking tickets just to avoid walking the extra few blocks from the admittedly clogged-up parking area, unwilling even to take the train right up the the fairgrounds. Every year the same noisy spectacle which would stretch late into the night, finished with fireworks shows on Saturday and Sunday. One might imagine a long-time neighbor would be hiding in their home if they thought of the event in this way, and yet Andrew was standing by himself at a bench with a massive corn dog, sweet from being fried in the same oil as the elephant ears and the funnel cake, letting the crowd swirl around him.

He'd felt himself a loose end in the middle of the week with an odd schedule taking him through the weekend. Being in the middle of it and engaging with society seemed more enticing than sitting in his living room ignoring the noise outside all day. It would have been better if he'd had someone to go with; he'd gone on all the rides already, and the half-baked horror house, and won a plushie dog that made him feel creepy as a man in his twenties. But he wasn't the only one with a prize, nobody was looking at him, and who cared if they were? He had as much right as anyone to be there, if not more.

With a sigh after finishing his food and discarding the stick, Andrew sat and resigned himself to some people watching for a while. The real attraction for him, when he'd come in the years before, was getting prizes for the girl who'd been on his arm at the time, overloading her to the point she had to grab a plastic bag from the vendors or risk spilling over. All the games had their strategies and he'd lived in the area long enough to have them all figured out, apart from the truly random ones. How many beans? Simple volume problem figured by the known quality of his thumb's length and his knowledge of the clear plastic insert they'd put inside the jar with the beans. Strength test? Not only had he worked for a tree farm every summer for five years in his youth, he had the figuring on the necessary stance to ring the bell every time. Anything with darts? Please, anyone could feel out the weighted tip, and the balloons were always under-filled.

With the blue plushie on his lap, he wondered exactly how weird it would be to go around and give out prizes to whoever was standing nearby at the time, and he sighed.

As he watched the churning crowd, Andrew's eyes were drawn to a slender woman on the other side of the walkway wearing a dark brown dress with puffy white sleeves and frills everywhere, a headdress with white roses on either side of her short, dark hair. She'd shouldered a sign and leaned against the pole of the nearby food stand to rest in its shadow, dabbed at her forehead with a handkerchief. She glanced across the way and her eyes met his, the corners of her darkly painted lips rising in a tentative smile.

She slipped through the crowd as if it were a dance, careful not to bean anyone in the head with her sign as she approached, white pantyhose and shiny black loafers flashing here and there under her frilled skirt. In mere seconds, she was standing before Andrew, looking down upon him with her lovely brown eyes.

"Master... were you interested in trying the game?" she said with a pinch of indistinct fake accent beneath the hubbub all around them.

Andrew forced himself to look up at her sign for the first time. "Tea party game? Never heard of it. Are you alright? That has to be a stuffy costume."

She rolled her hips in the air, swishing her skirt back and forth around her legs. "Oh, I'm fine, master. It's my turn to hold the sign after all, so I won't complain... and the attraction is air-conditioned so I would miss it all then." There were glittering sparkles on her cheeks, so was that blush real, or just very good makeup?

"I suppose I'll bite. What is it, some kind of ball-throwing game?"

She smiled warmly and took his arm in hers. "...It'll be easier to explain when we're inside. Oh, oh, and I'm Quinn..."

It wasn't hard for her to tug him along, he'd been willing to go in the first place. Though he wished she wouldn't cling to him so tightly, even a woman with a small chest shouldn't go around smooshing against random guys, he thought. But he supposed that was the trick, get a cutie into an adorable costume and you could draw in whoever you wanted.

They went along the stalls to a secluded alley between a weenie seller and a purveyor of sweet buns and Andrew became worried that they were going behind the scenes. Just there was a little setup that looked like nothing else except a gingerbread house. Quinn stepped down the alley with Andrew close in tow and twisted a "gumdrop" doorknob to open the door.

Cool air flowed from the cozy little room and Quinn came up behind Andrew, pushed him in while fretting that they shouldn't waste the AC. With the door shut behind them, he was amazed by the soundproofing, the carnival may as well have been in a different state when the only thing he could hear was soft music coming from a hidden speaker. It didn't look anything the carnival games outside, more an attraction for one, a cozy tea room which maintained the candied theme.

Slender arms clasped around his from the left. "Oh~ What's this? Quinn, you've brought a guest?"

It was like being inside a mirror as Quinn herself took hold of his right arm in the same way. Apart from the small beauty mark under Quinn's left eye, these two could have easily passed for one another. The new girl was dressed in precisely the same costume, wore the same makeup, but seemed a bit more confident. When the two of them let go of his arms and hugged one another, squished their cheeks together, this new one stared up into Andrew's eyes while Quinn's gaze dropped to a point between her feet.

"Come on, master~" the new one said, pulling out a chair at the tea table for him. "Sit, sit. Are you hungry? We have lots and lots of cookies and candy~"

He took his place, thinking she'd go to the other seat with her sister, but only Quinn went to sit with her hands in her lap. "Maybe just tea for me," he said with the memory of a day's worth of calories in corn dog at the top of his mind. "I'm Andrew. Wasn't this supposed to be a game, or is it more of a rest area?"

"It's a game," she said with her chin set on his shoulder, puffed a breath into his ear that made him jump, and she giggled. "Andrew, like Andy, candy~ Are you sweet, do you think? Can I find out?"

Quinn coughed into her hand.

"Too strong right at the start, I get it." The other sister kissed Andrew's cheek anyway before standing straight and flitting around to her own seat. "And I'm Jamie. The game's already begun, in a way, and you're losing~"

"Losing, eh?" he said over a cup of minty-smelling tea poured by the more docile sister. "What am I losing at, exactly?"

Jamie munched a cookie to tease him rather than answer immediately. "Isn't it every red-blooded young man's dream to have afternoon tea with a pair of adorable identical twins?"

"Sure." For a given definition of having tea. "It still doesn't really qualify as a game, now does it?"

Quinn set down her own cup with a distinct clink.

"Oh c'mon~" Jamie whined with a discordant smile. "I just wanna tease him a little longer~"

The sisters leaned onto the table on their elbows and whispered, "We're playing find the queen-" "-and you've got a choice to make-" "-because one of us-" "-is-" "-a-" "-guy." Jamie couldn't wipe the smile off her face and Quinn was burning up distinctly behind the painted-on blush, averted her eyes.

He looked from one to the other with wide eyes and calmly set his cup down once he'd digested the situation. "Wow. Then that's a good disguise."

"Wow is right." Jamie beamed and sat down in her, their, chair, Andrew corrected himself subtly, would have to actively keep doing. "Don't guess yet, that's no fun at all."

Quinn put an hourglass on the table and the sand inside began falling with a nearly inaudible hiss.

"Rules," Jamie said, resting their chin on their hands like a villain while Quinn swayed uncertainly in her... own seat. "Number one: you have until the end of this hour to guess which of us is a girl. Number two: you're not allowed to touch us unless we approve, and you lose automatically if you do."

"I figured," Andrew said. Would have been easy enough to thrust his hand under a skirt like a cur.

"That's a good boy. Rule three: if you say stop, everything stops and we go our separate ways with no hard feelings. Four: no telling anyone else the answer once you leave. You wouldn't want to ruin the game for everyone else, would you?"

Andrew leaned in and took a small cookie from the plate in the middle of the table. "And what am I going to win when I guess correctly?" He snapped it between his teeth.

Jamie rocked back in their chair with a smirk. "Ooh, confident aren't we? If you win, then you get to do ~anything~ you want with us."

"W-within reason..." Quinn added softly.

A shiver went down Andrew's spine with a shameful fantasy flashing by his mind. "That's some kind of thing... And if I lost somehow?"

Jamie winked. "You catch on quick, I like that in a man, smart." They licked their lips. "When you lose, we get to do whatever we want with you~"

"Within reason!" Quinn pipped. She was squirming.

Was that the trick here, just trust that the player would think the more reserved one was female? Andrew himself would have trouble seeing them as anything but sisters.

He shrugged. "Alright, I'm game. So, how should we start?"

Jamie leaned across the small table to kiss Andrew's cheek, hips swishing back and forth with ruffled whispers. Their lips felt warm and supple on his skin, he barely stopped himself from jumping. "Can you tell yet? Do you think you could tell the difference between a man's kiss and a woman's?" Seeming to be having the time of their life, they waved for Quinn to join them. "C'mon, sis, he has to have a point of comparison, doesn't he?"

"I-I guess so..."

Quinn gathered their wits and came in close as well while Andrew stewed in his seat, hands kept firmly in his lap despite Jamie's pert butt swaying invitingly right there within reach. As Quinn leaned in, Jamie kissed him again from the other side, and the two shared a moment pinning him with smooches. By the end of a second that stretched on forever, he still had no idea whatever the difference.

They both pulled back, Jamie keeping a hand on Andrew's shoulder, tickling his collarbone with squirming fingertips while Quinn rocked on their heels, staring at the floor.

"Well?" Jamie purred.

"... Never been kissed that way by a man before. I guess I wouldn't have anything to compare it to in the first place."

Jamie snickered and ruffled Andrew's hair. "Don't you fret, sport, there's still fifty-nine minutes or so on the clock. Remember, you can stop the teasing at any time, if you're a ~loser~. Quinn, do you wanna start us off?"

"We hadn't started yet?" Andrew said. From the other side, Quinn slipped their fingers along the curve of his jaw and turned him into the approaching timid kiss to his neck. So soft and warm, with a touch of tongue, he had a hard time thinking of the lips brushing against his skin belonging to a man. Quinn was just too adorable, eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

Quiet gasps slipped past Quinn's lips with each feather-light landing. Their hands went to his chest and around his shoulders for stability as they lost themself in the embrace. Shy touches dragged the fabric of his shirt as Quinn's fingertips spread to feel out the muscles beneath his clothes. He felt the rule against touching weighing on his mind, apart from his normal resistance to groping other dudes. With Quinn's thin body pressing against his arm, the poof of their blouse hid the feeling which would have made him confident in a decision one way or the other.

Either one of them could be a C-cup, wearing a binder, and he'd never know until he was outright told. Quinn kept their waggling hips away from his body, careful to hide a bulge or a lack of one from being felt under their skirt by a wayward brush against him.

"She's pretty good at that, isn't she?" Jamie whispered into Andrew's ear as Quinn kept him in place and unable to answer. "Isn't he? He's shy, but he's even more eager than me when he gets into it."

Quinn broke from the kiss to say, "...Stop it..."

"Well? We have to go slow, don't we, or he won't last the full hour."

"Nobody does..." Quinn whined against Andrew's skin.

Jamie giggled and quickly smooched beneath Andrew's chin. "She's right, most customers just make their guess right at the start, ~blow their load~ so to say." It felt so strange, hearing those words in a light, feminine voice with the puffs of air cool and tingling against his skin. "In fact, nobody's gotten to the end of the experience yet, never once to the best part. Is it going to be you, Andy?" They ran their tongues up his neck and both returned to their chairs with Jamie sumptuously licking their own lips. "Not sweet, more salty~ Actually, no, there was some sugar. Snacking, Andy? Have a sweet tooth?"

He nodded.

Quietly, Quinn took a cookie from the plate in the middle of the table and leaned over it with the sweet held between pursed lips, eyes closed in anticipation, trembling from the strain of hanging out in the air.

"You like snacks, don'cha? Go on, go on~" Jamie teased.

He reached for one from the plate, but Jamie grinned and moved it just out of reach. Quinn took the cookie from her lips, then offered it across the space between their delicate fingers, flinching back when Andrew's hand got too close.

"S-say aah..." Quinn said, hand shaking in midair.

It felt odd, the resistance Andrew felt as he came in and his lips brushed against the soft skin of Quinn's fingers. A twitch took off only half of the cookie, they'd been holding onto it too firmly to take the whole thing without leaving behind saliva.

And when he'd chewed the sweet, crispy treat, he went in for the other half, Quinn had put the remainder between her lips again. Still shaking, more-so now; it felt too cruel to hold back when Quinn was being so earnest.

His confused heart strained as he focused on the cookie, not the lush, painted lips that held it or the timid peek that Quinn allowed themself as his breath brushed past. A few inches became all too important to his mind as the edge of the sweet entered his mouth, and he knew that he would need a few more centimeters to actually grab it with his teeth, that as a matter of course he would be swapping spit. He was so focused that he didn't quite realize when his lips had finally pressed against Quinn's, and each of them came back to their seat with half of a cookie and a terminal, worsening blush.

Quinn licked their lips to get the last crumbs, eyes sparkling but unable to stay still.

In all the fuss, Jamie had come around and appeared behind Andrew, threw their arms around his neck and nibbled his ear. Softness pressed against his back, still nothing apparent but the puff of their blouse. "Don't forget that you're the one who's supposed to be teased," Jamie whispered while trailing kisses down the side of his neck; Quinn meekly watched and squirmed in their seat.

"I-"

"Shh, I'll see what he has to say about it." Jamie's hand trailed down Andrew's shirt, slowly dragging the fabric beneath their fingers on their way to his pants.

Andrew caught their hand before it could reveal his shame.

And Jamie tsk-tsked in his ear with a feline grin in his peripheral. "Forget the rules already? No touching. If you want it to stop, all you have to say is stop, and that's it, all done. So? Are you sure, loser?~"

He swallowed his pride and let go of Jamie's wrist.

"I'm going to need a real answer, Andy," Jamie whispered, hand hovering tantalizingly over the offending spot. "Say, 'Do whatever you want to me.'"

"Fine, do what you want." Andrew managed an uncertain smile. "I hope you're ready for payback once I win."

Jamie snapped up his hand in their own and pulled it up to their lips before he could react, popped two fingers into their mouth. A smug grin and a wink accompanied the sensation of their warm, slippery tongue waggling underneath his fingertips; mild suction and Jamie's grasp were enough to dissuade Andrew from tugging himself free. Narrowed eyes seemed to congratulate him as Jamie began sucking in earnest, turning up their cheek and taking Andrew's finger all the way to the knuckle, never letting up with their tongue's teasing.

Of course he thought of what this would have felt like on... another place. They'd never said how far they were willing to go, had they? This type of teasing he could endure forever, even if he felt the pressure building against his zipper. What other kind of thoughts should a man have had with something that cute slurping on him?

And, because an assault on one front was apparently never enough, Quinn came back up to his side and held out her hand for his. It felt too natural; by the time he'd had a conscious thought, she was gently holding his hand in hers and had begun running the tip of a shy tongue up to his fingertips over and over. The contrast between the sisters washed over him like waves, and if there weren't a hard rule against touching... He'd never thought of himself as that kind of primal male force, there had to be something in the air forcing the plot along its destined route.

"Pretty good, right?" Jamie popped off momentarily to say, then again, "But not as good as the real thing, is it?"

Quinn mumbled a moan, cloudy-eyed focus entirely singular. Any thought beyond licking seemed like it would blow a fuse. They barely even appeared shy anymore, that would take too much processing power for their brain at the moment. Plush lips wetted with saliva and their eyelids drooped as if overwhelmed with pleasure even though nothing was really happening to their own body. Arousal built all on its own and filled them up from their restless toes and up past their wiggling hips.

"Is it really that good for you?" Andrew asked Quinn.

The fuse blew. Quinn popped up stark still and dropped his hand, put her fingertips to her own lips. Her cheeks pinked brightly and she deliriously hopped from one foot to the other.

Jamie said, "Hey, be nice. You're the guest," then nibbled on his fingers to draw his attention and, after another teasing look, plunged their mouth onto him again. Immediately, tears formed in their eyes from the effort of taking Andrew into their throat, gagging lightly with each thrust of their face, saliva bubbling at the corners of their mouth.

"And you?"

"Ghff," Jamie said through the obstruction with a shrug without letting up for an instant. Saliva began running down their chin, down from Andrew's fingers and his wrist, though they did make some attempt with their slurping to drink it down. Their waggling tongue stimulated under and between his fingers, moans escaped with little gasps of breath in the moments between deep-throating. "Shoo~ tashty~"

After a breather, Quinn came back and gently took Andrew's other hand again, but only let herself trace the tip of her tongue along his palm. The heat of their breath washed over his skin with the cool sensation of their saliva as they mapped the lines of his hand with closed eyes.

He forgot himself for a moment, nearly reached out to cradle Quinn's cheek in his hand. The rules alone might not have stopped him, but-