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Skeeter took a deep, relieved breath as she set her heavy bag on the floor next to the door sloppily, she loves what she does but she was exhausted tonight.
Not only physically but mentally also.
It's a summer night, it's the middle of June, the sporty muppet with purple-framed glasses and ginger curls is currently playing in a girls beach volleyball competition and she's rocking it! Getting praised left and right, everyone says her and her closest team partner Red (yet another ginger with pigtails) are bound to win first place and get the gold medal easily.
But there's a problem…..
Scooter, Skeeter's dear identical twin brother has been acting pretty distant lately, he only showed up to her very first game at the start of the month and then never again, claiming to be too busy interning at the Muppet Theater.
Skeeter tried to be understanding at first, she really did, this internship is something he wanted for a while now so when their Uncle finally got him his dream job this summer, there was no way the nerdy teen would refuse it.
But she can't help but really miss him! They used to do everything together, play sports, play videogames, eat breakfast, brush their teeth in the morning before school…..
…….And up until they turned 12, they would change clothes in front of one another with no problem.
That's when they were finally given separate bedrooms, it was the beginning of the end, now that Skeeter stopped to think about it.
The energetic, younger twin stepped into the living room, an opened laptop on the coffee table the only source of light, revealing the adorable sight of an unconscious Scooter, laying uncomfortably on the large couch, his thin, orange body a tangle of limbs shaped like a pretzel, his head upside down, mouth open and drooling, his thick-rimmed glasses were crooked and his thick, curly, ginger hair (identical to hers even in length) a complete mess almost touching the carpeted floor, clad in a green t-shirt, gray sweatpants and socks, he looked just as exhausted as her, despite her knowing for a fact he didn't play any sports today.
Skeeter couldn't really understand how someone could get so tired simply from working at the computer all day, still she cooed adorably at the sight, kneeling in front of the couch, fixing his glasses back in place, carefully placing his head on the armrest, gently brushing his unruly curls aside and leaving a soft, loving kiss on his forehead, his only reaction to all this was closing his mouth in a contented sigh.
Skeeter stood up, shutting the laptop, turning on the nightlight (because she knows he's afraid of the dark, just like her) and picked up the snack wrappings that littered the table to throw into the trash (how does he not get fat eating this junk, she has no idea.)
Regardless, this brings back fond memories of the two of them cooking, eating pizza and making a huge mess in the kitchen as kids, she doesn't know why did they ever stop doing any of their favorite hobbies together.
She doesn't know why did they ever stop being…. themselves.
Sure, they're two separate bodies, separate individuals with their own personalities and aspirations, she's insanely good at sports, he really isn't (though she never cared about that), he's outstanding with computers and technology while Skeeter on the other hand isn't very good even at texting (and that never bothered Scooter either.)
Despite split in two in the womb, she never stopped feeling like there is a deep, meaningful connection between them, an invisible thread linking them together forever as one, two halves of the same being who are incomplete when apart.
She liked her individuality, having her own circle of friends, hanging out with Summer, Piggy, Janice, Red and Mokey, her soccer and volleyball team it's been pretty fun.
But not having Scooter as close as he used to be for the past few years has been crushing her from the inside, there's an emptiness in her heart that hasn't been filled by anybody else since.
For the next couple of months after the twins got their separate rooms, they would wait until their parents fell asleep to sneak into each other's bed to cuddle like they always used to do, it was usually Skeeter who did it, she would lay close behind him, (then) flat chest to back and they would fall asleep like this, sharing body heat, almost like they wouldn't sleep well or at all otherwise.
And their parents used to find that cute, back when the identical, orange-felt-ed twins used to be toddlers, that is.
At 13-years-old, however, this became unacceptable for some reason and here they are, feeling like their bridge has been burned to the ground and they can't meet halfway through.
To finally become one.
They're 14 now and home alone, Skeeter stepped back into the living room and smirked, she had showered from the long day, slipped into comfy cotton short shorts and a white crop top that accentuated her growing breasts, she had been pretty naive for longer than pre-teen girls her age usually were.
But this summer, as she was given skimpy, minuscule outfits to play beach volleyball, she started to realize some things.
She wouldn't understand why Animal and the other boys were wolf-whistling at her and her friends and cat-calling them weird things she never heard before, Red and Piggy would usually intimidate them and put them in their place (well, up until they noticed Gobo and Kermit were too on that group of boys giving them extra attention...)
Once Skeeter finally decided to ask what was going on, Summer and Mokey were the ones to explain to her that it was because of the outfits they were forced to wear, they said it was ridiculous and shouldn't be allowed, Janice said she didn't care and would play naked if allowed, it's just a piece of cloth, a material thing (and Floyd wasn't complaining).
Skeeter looked herself over in the mirror after the game at their locker room that day, thigh-high socks, shorts so tiny it practically looked like the bottom half of a bikini showing half her plump ass, top so small it might as well simply be a sports bra, with great cleavage space, her boobs constantly bouncing when she jumped, she was a well-developed girl, already a large C cup at her age.
Skeeter bit her bottom lip as she took a firm handful of her own bubble-shaped buttcheeks, she looks exactly like her twin, literally just a female Scooter with big tits and tiny waist, she couldn't deny to herself that that fact was really starting to turn her on.
And then, it suddenly dawned on her, why Scooter only showed up to cheer her up once, why it was 'wrong' for them to snuggle in bed together now, she's almost certain she felt his boner through his pants once.
Skeeter huffed, marching with raw determination towards the couch, laying down and cuddling behind her twin like they used to do literally every night except she knew exactly what she was doing now, Scooter has been distant and making her suffer because he's attracted to her like all those other boys at the beach were.
But she doesn't want them, she knows she doesn't belong with anyone else, never felt infatuated by anyone else and she'll make her Scooter see it that way soon too, he needs to know he doesn't have to run away from her anymore, he has nothing to fear, they are two of a kind who were always meant to be joined as one.
Skeeter embraced her older twin tightly from behind, her chin resting on his shoulder, her (now) juicy tits flat on his back, maybe she was panting softly as she was grinding on his sweats-covered ass a little, you can't blame a girl.
Scooter's eyes snapped open, everything was a blur at first but he knew whose arms were wrapped around him instantly, he wasn't afraid, he knows her smell better than he knows anything about himself.
Perhaps because to him she's a part of himself, his other half, better half at that, his favorite person in the world.
Whom he's been madly in love with ever since he first learned what love was.
".... Skeeter?" a groggy, hoarse voice filled Skeeter's ears, sweet as a songbird, she landed soft kisses on the crook of his neck, satisfied to instantly notice the orange felt there turning on end.
"Hey, big bro, I can see you have been pretty busy, you need to relax a little…." Skeeter whispered in her husky voice, a naughty hand roaming under his green t-shirt, going down his lean stomach and inside his gray sweats, cupping his throbbing erection through his boxers, the nerdy twin gasped, trying to slap her hand away but failing, she has just always been faster.
And he didn't try very hard.
"Skeeter, we can't do this, we can't….be attracted to one another, it's weird, it's...wrong." Scooter protested weakly, mostly trying to convince himself than anyone else.
It's what he's been telling himself for the past 2 or 3 years, keeping himself busy, keeping himself away.
Only feeling more and more alone and miserable in the process.
"Who says?" Skeeter replied, going for a more seductive tone of voice, leaving a teasing bite at his earlobe that made Scooter's whole body shiver and a soft moan escape his lips.
"Mom, Dad, the internet, society, lots of people…" his voice came out strained and breathy as he fruitlessly attempted to turn his head away, only giving more room for the sporty twin to explore even further with her mouth as she found a sensual rhythm with her hips against his backside.
"But I miss you, big bro, we love to do everything together, remember? it's how it's always meant to be and your friend here agrees." Skeeter tugged at Scooter's hard-on for emphasis, also fondling at his hairy ballsack, a throaty groan leaving his mouth as he shut his eyes for a moment.
He couldn't pretend this was anyone else even if he tried.
Even if he wanted to.
And he doesn't want to.
".....Not…..this…." gasped an aprehensive Scooter while his younger, outgoing twin swiftly turned him on his back and pulled his sweats and boxers down enough for his raging boner to happily pop out, happy to greet the source of it's excitement.
"This too and I'll prove it to you, come on, grab at my pigtails." Skeeter ordered fiercely, rolling her eyes once she realized her other half still looked hesitant.
"....Sis…." the geeky twin looked her in the eyes and was surprised to, even if for a brief moment see himself in her, his own eyes, his own face, his hair....
She might have a point, she is him, he is her, they can't escape, can't get away, it's their fate to fuse as one.
To fall in love with one another, with... themselves.
"Just do it!" Scooter finally did as told, hands trembling as he took hold at last, he wanted this, didn't take a genius to tell she did too.
Skeeter leaned down, closing her lips around Scooter's girthy cock and going down, swallowing him slowly, her twin's hands shaky and unsteady on her wild hair, up until his red, swollen glans touched the back of her throat and he felt something he had never felt before.
Scooter moaned loudly as he held firmly to her short, curly pigtails, hands closed in tight fists, brutally forcing her head down 'til her upper lip inevitably touched his thick, ginger pubes, tears streamed down her face but she was happy, since her beloved twin was a hormonal teenager who has been dreaming about this day for the past years, he came into her throat right away, shot after shot of hot, salty, creamy, baby batter going straight into her stomach, leaving her dripping wet and ready to have her big brother's cock thrusting mercilessly and shooting cum deep into her virgin cunt.
It couldn't be anyone else, it could only be her better half, her twin brother Scooter, it wouldn't feel right otherwise.
"I missed you too, lil' sis, you have no idea how much it hurt me to try staying away from you, it was as if half my heart was missing." confessed Scooter between breaths.
"Actually I do know because it hurt me too." said Skeeter as she cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand, they were already a mess of sweat, spit and cum.
And she loved it.
Skeeter leaned forward, her generous cleavage almost getting in the way of their very first kiss, it was a sweet and tender touch of lips, nothing too crazy yet.
They would have plenty of time for that later.
"I'm sorry, I guess I was just stupid enough to try to stop the inevitable." Scooter chuckled humorlessly against his twin's lips identical to his.
"Which is having us join as one." completed Skeeter as she straddled her twin brother's hips, grabbing a firm hold of his quickly hardening cock and placing it inside her dripping, slick, virgin pussy, she moaned obscenely as it breached her inner walls, stretching her insides like nothing else has ever done before, the pain was brief and soon she was bouncing on her identical twin's fat shaft, her tits following along like they do when she's playing volleyball, making Scooter drool at the incredible sight, she leaned forward again, now fully rubbing them on his face, smudging his glasses, this was his personal heaven.
Scooter remembers questioning that for the first time 2 years ago: Was it weird to find Skeeter smoking hot if she looked exactly like him? Is being attracted to your twin the same as being attracted to yourself?
As he shoots his second fat load deep into his baby sister's womb, he comes to the realization that yes and no.
That even though they're two individual muppets, they're only one complete being when they're like this, joined in the middle as one.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
And nothing could feel more right than this.