Notes

Rachel and Robert were at their mother's house one night on the weekend. Both were heavily intoxicated from drinking a whole bottle of vodka. With no adults around, they were free to do whatever the hell they want.
Robert looked over at the drunken Rachel, eyeing her with a lustful. To him, she was beautiful (inside and out), smart, courageous, and kind. To him, she was perfect, she was his. Alas, it was all a fantasy of his since Rachel was his twin sister.
Rachel noticed Robert's gaze, a light pink grazing her cheeks. Never before had he looked at her like that, it was something that made her tingle a little down south ( ;} ). Robert leaned close to her face, the smell of alcohol entering her nostrils.
"R-Rachel, I know this is b-bad what I'm about to d-do....but trust me, I'll wear p-protection.." Robert slurred, pressing his lips against Rachel's fine, smooth ones before she could protest. She got a gut wrenching feeling but that small rush of adrenaline pumped through her, knowing that this was wrong on many levels.
Rachel froze up from the kiss, but soon melted into it, wrapping her arms around his neck. Robert smirked against her lips, slowly tracing his tongue across her lower lip for access. Rachel felt her blush heat up, and denied him any access to her mouth. Robert let out a husky chuckle, reaching his hand under her shirt, groping her right breast. She gasped out of surprise, he shooting her tongue into her wet cavern, exploring every nook and cranny.
Rachel let out a soft inaudible moan as Robert began to squeeze and massage her right breast as they kissed. Robert pulled back from her, a thin trail of saliva connecting between their lips.
"Mmm~ Just as good as I expected.." Robert cooed, pinning Rachel against a nearby wall. Rachel looked up at him with wide eyes and her cheeks where scarlet. Robert realized he was groping her right breast still and slipped his other hand up her shirt, grabbing her left.
"Lift your arms up." He ordered in a husky tone, Rachel obliging with ease since he was so mezmerizing. Robert lifted the shirt over her head, revealing her black bra with mini snails on it. He smirked, moving his hand to her breasts again. He start to squeeze and knead them, though her bra was in the way.
Robert moved his hands to the hooks of her bra, and started unclipping them one by one. He slid the bra off her arms, tossing it onto the floor. Robert stared at her breasts, once again holding the mounds in his hands.
"Ya know Rachel, I still can do ANYTHING I wanted to you." Robert said softly, sending shivers down Rachel's spine. With no answer from her, he began to tweak and twist her nipples gently. This resulted in a small gasp from the girl, her knees buckling slightly. He smirked, heaving her up and held her, her legs wrapped around his waist.