Notes

Snail and Tot 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.
Tot looked over at the drunken Snail, 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 Snail was his twin sister.
Snail noticed Tot'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 ( ;} ). Tot leaned close to her face, the smell of alcohol entering her nostrils.
"S-Snail, I know this is b-bad what I'm about to d-do....but trust me, I'll wear p-protection.." Tot slurred, pressing his lips against Snail's fine, smooth ones before she could protest. She got a gut wrenching feeling but that small rush of adreniline pumped through her, knowing that this was wrong on many levels.
Snail froze up from the kiss, but soon melted into it, wrapping her arms around his neck. Tot smirked against her lips, slowly tracing his tongue across her lower lip for access. Snail felt her blush heat up, and denied him any access to her mouth. Tot 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.
Snail let out a soft inaudible moan as Tot began to squeeze and massage her right breast as they kissed. Tot pulled back from her, a thin trail of saliva connecting between their lips.
"Mmm~ Just as good as I expected.." Tot cooed, pinning Snail against a nearby wall. Snail looked up at him with wide eyes and her cheeks where scarlet. Tot realized he was groping her right breast still and slipped his other hand up her shirt, grabbing her left.
"Lift your arms up, beautiful." He ordered in a husky tone, Snail obliging with ease since he was so mezmerizing. Tot 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.
Tot 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. Tot stared at her breasts, once again holding the mounds in his hands.
"Ya know Snail, I still can do ANYTHING I wanted to you. You've just been a real bad girl, yes?" Tot asked, sending shivers down Snail'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.