<strong>Name:</strong>Hannah Smith<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Twin's Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Harry<br/><br/>The rock was really pretty.<br/><br/>It was a piece of river smoothed agate, all swirls of blue in every hue.  Periwinkle and cornflower almost like her eyes and powder blue and even some ultramarine.  She'd shown it to Harry a few days ago when she'd plucked it from the shore and he'd said it was pretty and listened as his twin went through the colors with him but Harry didn't get it.  It was okay.  Most boys, most people in fact, only had 8 Crayolas in their head and just called things blue.  Sometimes she wondered if they saw the world in shades of eight and felt sad for them.  Mom was a little better, she always talked to Hannah when they remodeled or bought something new to accent a room and even if her daughter's taste was not the right flavor for the decor, her color sense was impeccable.  She loved it when Mom tapped into her for opinions, made her feel smart for once, like the rest of the family.  Hannah knew she was different and mostly didn't care on the negative side but everyone liked to care when it was happy making feelings.<br/><br/>"Harry," she said and nudged him with the back of her head.  Inseparable since birth the twins shared a room still and even though there were two single beds they usually shared just one.  Last night she had made Harry pull the mattresses off and onto the floor because sleeping that far off the ground after three months was worrying.  The twins were across both mattresses, Harry on his back with his arm over his eyes and the other resting on his sister's tummy.  She lat with her head pillowed just below his rib cage, legs slanted up at an angle towards his head.<br/><br/>For her nudge all she got was his hand twitching on her tummy, fingers scratching roughly at her skin and she giggled a little bit before trying again.  "Harry, wake up.  I want to show you this swirl in it I found," she pushed the agate against his hand on her belly and tried to get him to hold it.  It was useless, Harry was just too out of it.  Hannah sighed and pulled the rock back and returned to looking at it.  Her mind painted a river sprawling between banks littered with blue clay, worn away by time and Nature's patience, and she could see an image for a drawing in her head but it was fuzzy still, like she needed her inside her head glasses to focus it like her outside her head glasses did for normal things.<br/><br/>Frustrated that she couldn't see it right, Hannah felt her anxiety rising.  It needed an outlet, needed to be channeled into something that would either let her be creative or let her energy find a way to be gentled back inside, put away until she had a way to let it out.  It was so frustrating, so unfair.  Her friend Becky got the same way but she just pulled out her journal and wrote, page after page filling with the mystery of the written word.  She had that outlet and usually Hannah had her colored pencils, her chalks, her watercolors or even just finger paints sometimes, bright primary colored swirls of it as much on her hands and body as on whatever she was using as a canvas and just as happy doing it as one of the Old Masters like Renoir.<br/><br/>She really needed Harry.  Needed him to wake up and talk and understand what she saw and help her with it or help her push the energy back inside.  Turning her head one way she looked up the plane of his chest and saw his arm still shadowing his eyes.  Turning her head the other way she saw that the other part of him was awake, standing to attention like a soldier her Dad had been and her older brother wanted to be.  Not like Mom though because that was just silly.  Scooting down, Hannah rolled over onto her tummy and rested her head on her hands, then leaned forward and took Harry's morning wood cock into her mouth.<br/><br/>Mom had been firm about them going off pacifiers while still toddlers.  Harry hadn't cared but Hannah had been all but inconsolable without hers.  Mom stood firm though and that soon led to Hannah sucking her thumb, or Harry's thumb when they escaped the separated beds and crawled in with each other.  She never did it in public, never did it around her Mom, and had learned to hide it but Hannah still sucked her thumb when she was anxious.  Around the time they passed their sixteenth birthdays, Hannah had found something else to suck that made her feel calm and made Harry super proud of her.<br/><br/>Mouth and lips and tongue made a light suckling motion, not really trying to wake Harry up or make him aroused, just something to keep Hannah's head from whirling into pieces and spilling out.  As the girl sucked her twin's cock she turned the agate over in her hands, eyes peering into the swirls and rough spots alike.  She felt her tension begin to fade and thought she was so lucky to have the best brother in the world.  Harry said they had to hide it, like her thumb sucking, because no one but them would understand so she kept an ear out for anyone coming towards their bedroom.  She thought she heard Dad and Richard but wasn't sure.