How long must I hear my brothers having sex in the bedroom next to mine before I go absolutely mad? My name is Tristan and I’m the tortured younger brother of incestuous twins. It’s not like I don’t get it. It’s a twin-thing, right? But night after night those infuriatingly sexy sounds—it’s getting to be too much. Plus, I feel totally left out, damn them! There is some reprieve when they go off to college, but the first summer they return, everything starts up again, hotter and heavier. I’d hoped they’d outgrown their playful antics. But no. They’re randier than ever. And I’m curiouser and curiouser. I come up with a plan. I’m a good little spy and I decide to film them with the TV camera in their room and using their own laptops. Boy do I get a surprise. Their loving and care for each other floors me. From there, everything goes sideways and weird but don’t worry, we all have a happily ever after. Twincest, MMM, explicit steamy lovemaking, dirty bedroom talk, non-con peeping, an eighteen-year-old with two nineteen-year-olds, contemporary love story, summer vacation, HEA. 16,000 words.