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A Twin's Revenge Ch. 1

By: Chicklet



I got home from work a little earlier than usual, walking through the door at four o clock instead of five. None of the lights were on, and since it was winter the apartment was rather dark. I assumed that Claudia wasn't home.

The overhead light turned on as I flipped the switch, illuminating the pretty room. Claudia liked dark blue, and the whole room had been done in that color. The sofa, the chairs, and the rugs...I didn't mind as long as it made her happy. Plopping into the big blue recliner, I flipped on the television.

A noise behind me in the kitchen startled me, and I turned my head to see what was going on. Claudia was there, home after all, sitting at the kitchen table.

"Hi honey," I called to her.

Claudia looked up, and I frowned. Her eyes were brimming with tears, the big green orbs foggy. Her heavy lashes were wet, and her smooth cheeks had red streaks down each. 

"Hi," she said softly, her large bottom lip quivering.

Pushing myself up out of the recliner, I walked over to my girlfriend in the kitchen. I stood behind her, my large hand resting on her dark hair. I stroked her gently, petting her head, as she lay her face back down in her arms on the table.

"Baby," I cooed, kneeling down next to her to look at her face. She turned her cheek away from me so that I couldn't see her eyes. "Claudia, what happened?"

She shrugged her shoulders, turning her face around to look at me.

"I love you, Mark," she said. "You know that, right?"

"Of course!" I said, leaning forward to kiss her red nose. "How could I not know you love me?"

Claudia's shoulders shrugged again, and she looked back down at the table.

"Can you tell me what's wrong, baby?" I asked, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. "If it's so bad, we can get through it together, right?"

Sobs erupted from her body, her back shaking. Her cries hurt my soul, and I tried to pull her into a sitting position.

"Please?" my voice was soft as I pleaded with her. "Tell me what's wrong. Daddy will fix it, whatever it is, okay?"

"My.... sister..." Her words were heavy with sorrow, her shoulders slumping. Her beautiful dark tresses fell in front of her eyes and I brushed them away, placing the strands behind her round ears. "She...she..."

Ready to hear the worst about Claudia's sister, I braced myself to comfort her anyway I could.

"What about your sister, Claudia?"

"She's coming...here..." Claudia collapsed into her folded arms again, hiding her face from me once more.

I felt like laughing. I had expected to hear of a death in her family, or something of that sort. Her sister was coming to visit? How bad could that be? Looking at Claudia's listless body, I wondered.

Struggling to put my curiosity aside, I pulled out another chair from the table and sat in it. I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees to look at Claudia. 

"Come here, honey," I said, holding my arms out. 

Claudia slid out of the chair and was in my arms, sitting on my lap. She straddled me, one leg on either side, her generous bosom pressed against my chest.

I kissed her tear-stained cheek, the salty fluid wetting my lips. I held my arms tight around her, reassuring her that whatever fear she had was not one that she needed to hang on to. Claudia rested her head down on my shoulder, her lips nuzzling my neck. She didn't kiss me, but just the feel of her lips felt like a loving caress. I shifted my weight from one side to another, arousal at such close contact with my beautiful Claudia building in my groin.

"I love you, Mark," Claudia whispered into my ear. Her breath against my neck was hot, and I struggled not to thrust myself against her pussy. She shifted against me, feeling my erection, teasing me with her hips. She sighed. The sound seemed loud to me, with her mouth so near my ears, but her whole body relaxed with the movement which relieved me. I didn't want her to be so upset.

"Why's your sister coming here?" I ventured, flinching slightly. I was prepared for an outburst, more tears or maybe even shouting, but Claudia's mood seemed to have lifted. Sitting in my lap she at least felt safe again, and she cuddled against me more, hugging her body towards mine.

"I love you, Mark," she repeated.

"Awe, baby," I cooed at her, "I know you love me. Can you tell me why your sister coming to visit is making you so upset?"

"Amelia and I don't get along," Claudia said. She sat up and looked me in the face, her hands reaching up to stroke my cheeks. Her fingers on my face made me smile, which was inappropriate considering what she'd just said. I struggled to put my serious face back on, and Claudia seemed to relax again. She leaned forward and placed her lips on mine, not really kissing, but again caressing me.

"Why don't you two get along?" I inquired.

"I don't know," Claudia shrugged. "We just don't. We never have. It seems like all through my life I was competing with her for attention from our parents, from our relatives, from our teachers...from boyfriends. Whatever I wanted to do, she'd want to do. If I joined the soccer team, she wanted to join the soccer team. If I wanted to be a cheerleader, she wanted to be a cheerleader. It worked the other way around, too," she admitted reluctantly. "When Amelia started playing the piano, I wanted to start playing the piano. But," Claudia's eyes began to tear up again, and I bounced her up and down on my lap a couple of times playfully. Her eyes cleared and she smiled.

"But what, sweetheart?" I prodded, wanting to know why Amelia's visit was upsetting Claudia so much.

"She was always better at it than me. No matter what we did, she was always better."

I kissed Claudia's nose, nipping the tip with my teeth. She giggled, making me smile, and pushed some of the loose hair out of her face.

"At least she wasn't the better looking one," I teased, sliding my hands down Claudia's curvy body, resting them on her buttocks and squeezing her lightly. Claudia stiffened, her spine seeming to become stiff as steel. I frowned at her, and saw anger in her eyes. "What did I say wrong?" I asked, my eyes unable to capture hers in a straight on look.

"We're identical twins," she hissed at me.

"Identical or not, she can't be as lovely as you. You're sexy, smart, funny," I kissed her nose after each word. "You're super-sexy, you sing silly little songs to me, you're generous and unselfish...you're everything I ever dreamed of in a woman. I'm glad that your sister is coming, I would love to meet more of your family, but I don't want her to come if it's going to make you so upset."

Claudia sighed, but smiled, lowering her face and allowing me to kiss her forehead. 

"I just don't want her to steal you away from me," she sighed.

I laughed out loud, angering Claudia enough that she struggled to escape from my arms. I held her tight, enjoying the way her body was rubbing against my crotch. Smiling sinisterly at her, I thrust myself up against her pelvis, and she stopped moving, glaring at me.

"Don't be angry, sweet heart," I pleaded. "I just know that there's no one in the entire world who would ever be able to trick me into leaving you. I will die first, I swear it."

Claudia looked skeptical. "You don't know the half of it," she said darkly.

"Tell me, then, honey," I replied.

"All through high school, I didn't have one boyfriend," she said softly. I nodded, knowing of her shy past. She was still rather shy, and it took all I had in me to force her out of her shell and go out into the world with me. ÒI had a crush on this one particular guy, Steven Jenkins. He was a jock, no one you'd ever expect me to be interested in. I think that all the girls in school had a crush on him at one point or another. Amelia knew I liked him, and in a rare burst of sisterly affection we had a little talk about him. Amelia never had any problem finding a date. I think she had a different boyfriend every week. Unlike the other girls in school, though, Amelia never expected the relationships to last. She used to laugh with her friends about that latest heart that she'd broken."

I nodded, listening intently to everything my girlfriend was telling me. I suspected that I already knew the end of the story, but as a gentleman I didn't butt in before Claudia was finished.

"So, Amelia gave me some advice on how to snag Steven. When I admitted that I was too scared to ask him out, she even offered to ask him for me. She pretended to be me, pretty easy, since we were both identical and he didn't exactly know us. Amelia asked him out for me, and he accepted. I was so stunned when my sister bounced back to me with a date and time that I could get together with the man of my dreams. That was before I met you, Mark, so don't get jealous."

I smiled at her, kissing her nose. Claudia knew me so well.

"So you went on a date with this Steven guy, man of your dreams?" I said, half teasingly.

"Not just one," Claudia said, setting her head back on my shoulder. Her body slouched, and she took a deep breath. "We went out many times, even to the point that others at school were teasing us about being steady. He was my first boyfriend, the first person I thought that I was in love with. But we didn't have sex."

"You didn't?" I asked, surprised. My Claudia was one of the wildest women I'd ever had in bed. Her ideas and fetishes never ceased to surprise me. When we made love together, her energy long outlasted mine. "You mean that there was a time before you had sex?"

Claudia giggled, licking my neck.

"Believe it or not, darling, once upon a time I was an innocent virgin," she snickered. Her hand slid down my side, tugging at the waist of my pants. I groaned, shifting myself again. My erection was back, with vengeance. Claudia slipped her hand in between our bodies, rubbing my cock through my thick jeans. 

"You're hurting me," I whimpered playfully, "Not enough room down there!"

"Maybe you should relieve some of the pressure," Claudia suggested with a smile, moving her body over so that I could undo my buttons and zipper. My body seemed relieved to have a little more freedom; the pain from being crushed against the jeans was gone. I groaned again as Claudia stroked me through my briefs, and lay back in the chair. 

"As I was saying," Claudia continued. I whimpered and pouted at her, my lower lip quivering playfully. She giggled and tapped the end of my nose, settling back to how she had been before. "As I was saying, Steven was my first boyfriend, but I didn't want to have sex with him. I didn't think that I was ready, and I certainly was scared about it. That really bothered Steven. He was pretty popular, like I said, and all the girls before me had been more than willing to jump in bed with me. I think that he thought of me as a challenge, that he'd eventually get me, and then he'd discard me. I didn't think that then, mind you, just now, when I look back on it. He grew impatient, and one day slipped a letter into my locker saying that he'd meet me at a local hotel that evening, and if I wanted to stay with him then I'd be there. I put the letter into my backpack and went home after classes had ended, unsure of what to do. I left my backpack downstairs and went up to my room. I took a shower and then lay down on my bed, trying to make a decision. I fell asleep, and didn't wake up until the next morning.

"Amelia went downstairs and sifted through my backpack, looking for money. She found the note, and knew that I was sleeping. She went to the hotel, crawled into bed with my boyfriend, and fucked him all night long. She wasn't even home when I woke up the next day." Claudia began to cry again, the tears from before not even dry on her face. I patted her back and kissed her hair, rocking her gently in my lap.



"He didn't know, baby, he didn't know it wasn't you."

"Yes he did!" Claudia burst out, pushing herself off my lap. She stood glaring at me, her hands on her hips. "She told him that I was sleeping, that the closest he'd ever get was fucking her, Amelia! He accepted, and they had sex!"

"Claudia, sweetie," I sympathized. "I'm so sorry, angel. I love you so much, I hate to think that you've ever been hurt."

"He broke up with me," she said, pacing the room. "He broke up with me because of her."

I nodded my head in agreement, even though I didn't quite see it that way. He had broken up with Claudia because she didn't have sex with him, but that was no better.

"That's no reason to be so upset that your sister is visiting, is it, baby?" I asked, watching my girlfriend walking back and forth in front of me.

"No," she said, shooting me a look that almost made me shudder. "But she did nearly the same thing with my next boyfriend. She seduced him during a dance, while I was getting snacks. Asked him to accompany her on the dance floor, just for one slow dance. It didn't matter to her that she already had a date, she gyrated up against mine for a whole hour. They ended up leaving together, and he dumped me the next day. She dumped him the day after, of course, but that's what she always did. Then the next boyfriend, she pretended to be me on the phone and invited him out. When she showed up instead, he left, but she did it again and again until he wouldn't answer my calls again. All through the rest of high school she stole my boyfriends away from me, one way or another. When I moved to college I thought that I was through with it! I thought that I could finally get away from her. But freshman year she showed up for spring break and stole another guy away."

Thinking back, I remembered my friends whispering about that incident. I hadn't known Claudia then, but I knew Jack. Jack had left the school and moved across the country to the east coast, to be closer to his new girlfriend. The joke was on him when he got there and the girl already had six other men following her around. I hadn't made the connection until now.

"I haven't seen Amelia since," Claudia said belligerently, glaring at the floor. "And now she's coming again, and she's going to steal you away from me."

"Sweet heart," I stood up, walking over towards her. I held my pants up with on hand so that they wouldn't pool at my feet, and proceeded to follow her on her rant across the room. "Nothing anyone could do could break us up. We've been together for three years, no sister can change that."

"She puts her mind to something and she gets it," Claudia said, spinning around to look at me. Her sudden movement caused me to drop my pants, and I was instantly standing in front of her with my briefs exposed. Claudia giggled at me before twisting her face back into an angry expression. "She puts her mind to something and she gets it. She's going to want you."

"I'm flattered that you think I'm so desirable," I teased. I knew that I was a little bit bigger than the ideal man, not as strong, not as athletic. I sometimes wondered why a gorgeous woman like Claudia would like me so much, would love me, even. I was rather certain that somehow I had ended up as the luckiest man in the state.

"She'll want you because you're mine," Claudia said, turning around and walking out of the kitchen into the living room. 

I followed my goddess, stepping out of the pants pooled at my feet. She plopped down on the sofa, stretching her body across the cushions. One leg reached the floor, the other spread far in front of her on the sofa. Her slender legs split open to reveal the tight crotch of her pants, the fabric seeming to cling to the shape of her pussy. The pouting lips strained against the seam between her legs, and she shifted as though it were uncomfortable.

Claudia draped her arms above her head, her hands partially open, palms exposed and pointed upwards. The buttons on her blouse strained as her breasts pushed outwards, the space between them opening up and revealing her white bra to my eyes. I took a deep breath and walked towards the sofa, kneeling down next to her. 

I cupped her breast with my hand playfully, smiling widely at her. She glared at me, but didn't push my hand away. Her breast filled my hand as she took a deep breath.

"I wish that there was some way I could get back at her," she sighed.

"I'm sorry, Claudia," I said, crawling on top of her body. She exhaled heavily from my weight, but put her arms around me anyway. She felt so good underneath me, her soft flesh molding against my form. I buried my face between her breasts, moaning softly. Claudia rubbed her leg against mine, and my cock woke immediately.

"There might be a way," Claudia said throatily into my ear. She pressed her lips against my lobe and nibbled softly, tugging on the flesh. I moaned again, moving my lips up to hers. 

"How's that, baby?" I whispered, running my tongue over her sweet lips. 

"Amelia and I got drunk together the last time she visited. We talked about our sex lives, what we had and hadn't tried. She confessed that she had never done anal because it scared her so much. As many men as she'd stolen from me, and as many others that she'd been intimate with, she had never had anal sex."

I almost laughed at the way Claudia spoke of this, that the idea of someone not yearning for anal sex seemed alien to her

"Not all people do anal," I smiled at her.

"Well, they're missing out," Claudia huffed, shoving at me to get off of her body. 

I refused to budge and wriggled closer to her, burying my face in her hair. The scent wafted up into my nostrils, filling my lungs with perfume.

"I was thinking of setting her up to get anally raped," Claudia said.

Pushing myself up, I looked into her eyes. They were hard, angry, and made me shiver a little bit. My Claudia could be aggressive sometimes, but I thought that this was a little serious.

"What do you mean?" I asked, lifting one eyebrow skeptically.

Claudia crossed her arms across her chest, glaring back up at me. Her lips pouted out, and she took a deep breath through her nose. I couldn't help watching those round breasts rise with her lungs.

"On a couple of occasions she has stolen my boyfriends by pretending to be me. To date, none of the men have noticed that it was another woman slipping into bed with them. I was thinking, Mark, that maybe you could pretend to think that she's me before she wants you to?"

"I would never mistake anyone for you, Claude, you're the sexiest woman on earth!" I shot her my most winning smile, winked at her, and bent down to kiss her on the nose. Her body lost some of its tension, her arms uncrossed and she reached for me to hug her again. I sat down on the couch and pulled her into my arms, petting her cheek slowly and kissing her ear.

"Thank you, Mark. You're so sweet," she said, resting her head on my shoulder again. "What I mean, though, is for you to pretend. Fake it. Act like you think that she's me, even though you know that she's not. Amelia has never tried play-rape, but she knows that I enjoy it. I was thinking that you, pretending to think that Amelia is me, could come up behind her, grab her mouth, handcuff her, and drag her into our room. Once you had her inside, you could torture her a little bit with some of our toys, and then fuck her ass as a finale."

"I don't know about raping someone," I said, a little uneasily.

"Amelia is a slut," Claudia said. Her tone told me that she meant business. "She likes sex, no matter what form it comes in. I just want to give her a little bit of a scare. The next day I doubt she'll even say anything about it, just have a little bit of trouble sitting down for a while."

"Claudia," I chided, kissing her on the nose. "You don't really want to set your sister up for something like that, do you? Sure, maybe she would like it a little bit. But there's also a chance that it would be very horrible for her, and that she'd be scarred for life."



A Twin's Revenge Ch. 1



Claudia shrugged, looking away from me. I reached for her chin and directed her face back towards mine, lowering my eyes and looking deep into hers. The green color seemed to swim around her large pupils, flicking from side to side as they focused on one side of my face and then the other.

"And then there's our relationship to consider," I continued. "Would you still feel the same way about me if I had had sex with your sister? I have a feeling that you'd be happy on the outside, but on the inside you'd think that I'd cheated on you. Even if it was your plan, you'd still blame me, and never be able to love me like you did before that."

"I don't know, Mark," Claudia said, her eyes filling with tears again. "I want to get back at her, I really do. I think about what she's done to me, and I want to hurt her...I want her to feel the pain that I felt when she took my boyfriends away. I want her to be miserable!"

"Sweet heart," I started softly. "I love you, and I will do anything for you. I just want you to think about this seriously, okay?"

"Baby," Claudia cooed, stroking my chin. She brushed her thumb against my bottom lip, spreading my mouth open slightly to move in with a deep kiss. Her lips touched mine softly, stroking my teeth with her tongue. The hot muscle lapped at my mouth, rubbing against the ridges behind my mouth and stroking the smoothness of my teeth. She pulled away and smiled seductively at me. "I would be so happy, baby, if you would do that for me."

I moaned as she pulled away, leaving my arms and standing in front of me on the couch. 

Claudia ran her hands up her curves, stroking the tips of her breasts until her nipples stood hard against the fabric. The little nubs strained at the white shirt, the breasts taut against the cotton. Lithe fingers fiddled with the top button, and the top of the shirt sprang open, revealing her smooth cleavage.

The round breasts were pressed together by the pale white bra, the valley between them disappearing behind the blouse. Claudia's fingers flicked at the second button and the rest of the bra was revealed, short cut, barely reaching above the aureoles of her nipples. My mouth seemed to water as she undid the last two buttons and stripped the shirt slowly off of her arms. She dropped the blouse onto the floor, the flimsy fabric falling in a puddle at her feet.

Her firm stomach stretched as she pulled her arms above her head, allowing the curves of her body to accentuate. With an exaggerated sigh, and a sideways smile in my direction, Claudia reached behind her body and undid the clasp of her bra. She peeled the white fabric off of her breasts like a wrapper, slowly bringing the back around and sliding the straps over her shoulders. Finally she allowed it to un-cup her breasts, and dropped it on the floor next to the blouse.

The breasts were creamy, smooth, with large tanned nipples at the end. The skin of the aureole was wrinkled, the tiny nubs hard at the tips of the globes. Claudia licked her red lips, moistening them, and then stuck her index finger in her mouth. She moaned as she sucked it lightly, then ran the wet finger down her neck and between the valley of her chest. Her fingers tweaked her nipples, pulling them away from her body and letting the heavy breasts fall back down with slight movement. Claudia winked at me, smiling again and showed off her white teeth. She ran her tongue over the smooth teeth, grinning as she did it, her entire face alight with enjoyment. 

Bending forward, her breasts hung down, swaying lightly from the movement. She pushed her arms together under her chest, pressing the flesh together, and wiggled her shoulders at me provocatively.

I stood up from the couch, reaching towards her body, but she jumped back and clucked her tongue at me.

"Naughty boy," she chided, smiling. "Look but no touching, okay?"

I groaned, and sat back down. My hands ached to run over her pale skin, my lips yearning to lock themselves around those hard little nipples.

Claudia stood back up and continued her strip tease, running her tiny hands over the curve of her waist and settling them on the front of her black pants. While I watched eagerly, she undid the button and unzipped the fly, lingering before moving her hands back to the waist and tugging the pants over her bottom.

Her underwear were white cotton, innocent, and adorable. Her shaved pussy pressed against the fabric, and I could see moisture between her legs as she bent them up to slip out of her pants. Claudia knelt on to the floor, pushing aside her clothes, and crawled to me with her butt wiggling in the air. She looked at me, her dark hair falling in front of her face, and licked her lips again.

Claudia's breasts swung under her chest as she prowled towards me, licking her lips as she approached the couch. I scooted forward in anticipation, my cock bulging against my briefs. My girlfriend bent down towards my member, moaning softly and placing her nose on the tip. 

She looked up at me as she nuzzled my cock through the fabric, her large eyes following mine as she rubbed her face against my dick. She moaned again as she stroked the length of it with her cheek, and then she opened her mouth and playfully placed her teeth around it. I gasped as she clamped down softly, the anticipation of a blowjob fighting with the fear that she would injure my sensitive member. With a slow, steady movement, she dragged the underwear over my cock, moving the foreskin with it up over the head.

I reached down and stroked Claudia's hair, whimpering softly to let her know that she could feel free to proceed. She laughed a little, the hot air from her lungs warming my cock even more. I could feel the heat radiating from her little mouth and I could imagine how soft it was inside. My cock moved, nudging against her lips, but she pulled away and moved further down my legs.

Her lips met my knee, and kissed it softly. Her silky tongue shot out and lapped at me, a tingling sensation rushing up my spine as her tongue tickled its way up my leg hairs to the crux of my legs. I spread them, knowing what she was planning, and was rewarded when her face buried itself there. 

Claudia stroked my balls with her face, rubbing them softly with her nose and devouring them with her mouth. The underwear scratched me, and I flinched a little, but then her hand moved up my body and felt its way inside my underwear. My cock twitched as she grasped it with her soft hand and began to stroke it softly. I could feel the pre-cum seeping out of its tip, wetting her fingers. I closed my eyes, letting the feeling of her hand on my cock and her face on my balls to consume me. 

My fingers clenched around her hair, tightening into fists and holding her face at my body. I tried to bring her head up to my cock, but Claudia pulled away violently.

"Mark," she said, throatily. "I'm doing this my way. Understand?"

I opened my eyes and tried to communicate to Claudia the lust I was feeling. She smiled sinisterly and lowered her face down to my cock, pulling the underwear out of the way with her free hand.

One palm was still wrapped around my staff as she lowered her lips to the head, kissing the wet tip and wiping the moisture away. She moved her head up again and licked her lips, winking at me. I groaned and shut my eyes tight again, falling into the back of the couch. My hands gripped at nothing. I longed to touch her smooth shoulders, or feel the soft breasts rubbing against my legs. It was a struggle but soon I forgot everything as her hot mouth seemed to devour my cock entirely.

She wrapped her lips around me tightly, pulling and tugging the foreskin up and over the head of my cock. I could feel the smooth bottoms of her teeth grazing my sensitive head, but she didn't hurt me. Her tongue lapped around the underside of the head, tickling me, while her hand pumped me slowly.

The stimulation was only intensified by her other hand fondling my balls, playing gently with them and squeezing them softly. They seemed to grow hard and pull up towards my body as I felt my orgasm approaching. I groaned, to let her know how close I was, and she let go of the staff with her hand. 

Claudia opened her throat and took me all the way in. I could feel my cock hitting the back of her mouth, her jaw open wide and tongue pressed against it firmly. The first spasm of cum shot out and landed in her throat, and I heard her gag slightly as it filled her stomach. The throat clenched around my cock, swallowing my fluids, and the feeling of relief spread from my fingers to my toes. I sighed as Claudia released my cock from her hot body and licked up the last of the cum. My eyes opened and watched her red tongue darting at the hole at the tip of my swollen cock. The flesh started to shrink again as I lay back. My legs were splayed open, my head cocked to one side. The grin on my face was one of immense satisfaction.

"Mark," Claudia purred, crawling up to my shoulder and straddling my lap. I felt her cotton underwear rubbing against me, but I was too satisfied at the moment to get aroused by it. 

"You're the best, Claudia," I whispered, struggling to reach my arm around her and hug her towards me.

Claudia relaxed against me, her breasts pressed flat against my bare chest, breathing heavily. She moved her lips up to mine and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

I could feel my own body on her tongue, taste my cum in her mouth. I sighed against her as she pulled away and put her head on my shoulder again, rocking like a little girl.

"You're the best," I repeated, and she sighed happily.

"I'm the best and you love me?" she asked.

"Yes, you're the best and I love you more than the world."

"And you'd do anything for me?" she asked slowly.

"Anything, anything at all," I repeated back at her, smiling and burying my face in her thick mane of hair.

"I want you to help me get back at Amelia," Claudia said, not looking up.

I sighed deeply, torn between agreeing with anything she said and not wanting to hurt her in the long run. This sounded like such a bad idea...but if it would make Claudia happy to hear me agree, I could at least do that.

"Okay, baby," I said, sounding defeated. "I'll help you."

Claudia jumped up and grabbed her clothes, beginning to pull them on. I couldn't help feeling used as she buttoned the blouse and looked over at me.

"I'm going to go make plans," Claudia said, smiling. "Amelia is arriving tomorrow at noon. I'll be in class, do you think you could pick her up?"

I shrugged. "Sure," I said. "Why not?"

"Great," Claudia said. "I'm going to go call her and tell her it's all good. You take a shower, okay? I love you." And with that she darted off towards the kitchen again.

Soon To Come: A Twin's Revenge Part 2 - Mark brings Amelia home and sets the scene



A Twin's Revenge Ch. 2



I double-checked the note in my hand. This was the gate, and the flight landing was indeed the flight that Amelia should be on. The intercom announced the landing, and I stood nervously next to the gate, waiting for the passengers to come out into the building.

It was hardly necessary that I know what she looked like, since Amelia was my girlfriend's identical twin sister. Still, from habit, I was chanting to myself to look for a short, skinny brunette with generous breasts and dark green eyes.

The room around me was buzzing with excitement, husbands, mothers, fathers, daughters, everyone waiting for family or friends to leave the room and join them again. Airports had always made me nervous, the tall ceilings and loud noises. I hated travel and I didn't much like visitors, so nothing exciting had ever happened at an airport for me. Everyone else, however, seemed to feel differently and their excitement was almost contagious. I chided myself for being silly when my stomach flip-flopped, my nerves at meeting this girl who I was going to rape coming to surface.

Claudia's plan was for me to ignore Amelia's flirting all together. I didn't need to mention that that is what I would have done anyway; Claudia would hear none of it. I would fend off all of Claudia's sister's advances until Amelia was certain that I didn't want her. Hinting at a bondage and anal rape fetish would set the scene for later, Claudia said, so I had planned a few things to say in front of this stranger. 

Later in the week, Claudia would do her best to get Amelia to be in a place that Amelia would think Claudia was supposed to be in, and I would just happen to find her there. I would pretend to think that Amelia was Claudia, and proceed with a rape scene that Claudia and I would plan out extensively. Claudia was excited by the idea of me forcing myself on her sister, but I was a little tense about the whole thing.

"I don't like to take someone who's unwilling," I had pleaded with Claudia. "Are you sure you can't just let this go?"

Claudia had crossed her arms and stuck out her chin, giving me her best pouting face.

"Don't you love me, Mark?" she had asked, sniffing.

"Of course I love you, Claude," I had felt so helpless. I didn't want her to be sad, but at the same time I knew that she was using me. How else could I prove to her that I loved her, though?

"If you love me, you'll do this for me. If you don't do this, I'll know that you don't really love me and that you're going to break up with me."

I had shuddered at the logic that she used, but had nodded.

"I'll do it, honey," I agreed, hanging my head and leaving the room. For all that Claudia claimed to be a submissive during sex play, she was very dominant all other times.

The doors opened and passengers began to march down the corridor. I peered into the hall, seeking Amelia's petite form. Knots in my stomach tightened again, and I took a deep swallow of air, trying to calm myself.

A lone female walked off of the plane. All the other passengers seemed to have formed little groups, five or six coming out at a time before a pause in the line. Amelia walked alone, holding her backpack on one shoulder and looking forward confidently. 

Her whole body reeked of confidence and high esteem. Her shoulders were back, her head held high, her hair flipped over her shoulder. She smiled at strangers, making eye contact with everyone in the waiting room, winking at a couple of men. I felt a strange pang of jealousy as a man next to me whispered a rude comment about her to a friend.

If you just glanced at her, in a crowd of people, Amelia looked identical to Claudia. Of course, they were identical twins. But their appearance stopped at their features. Where Claudia's face was soft, her eyes large and lips almost always in a smile, Amelia's features seemed hard. Her eyes were big, it's true, but they seemed almost cold despite the curl of her lips, which to my eyes seemed more like a superior sneer than a smile. Her hair seemed a bit thinner, her breasts a bit higher. Her whole frame seemed taller than Claudia's due to the confidence of Amelia's stance. She walked past me, and I followed her swiftly, tapping her lightly on the shoulder.

"Hi," I said, uneasily.

"Mark," she said, as if certain that I had been sent to pick her up. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me close in a very intimate fashion. My spine stiffened as her curvy body molded around mine, and she reached up on her tiptoes to plant a wet kiss on my cheeks. Her lips were cold, not at all like Claudia's welcome ones, and her forward behavior caused me to flush a bit. "It's so great to meet you," she purred. "I've heard so much about you from Claudia."

This surprised me. Claudia hadn't spoken to Amelia in years before last weekend, and I didn't know that they'd had more than one conversation since then. The thought that Amelia might be lying flashed across my brain.

"I've heard about you, too," I said, pulling away from her embrace. 

Amelia frowned as I held her at arms length, an uncomfortable look in my eyes. She quickly recovered back into a smile, and batted her long eyelashes at me.

"Won't you help me with my luggage?" she asked, offering her backpack.

The backpack was small, not at all too heavy for her, but I took it. 

"Thank you," she said, winking at me. "Let's go down to the baggage claim. They said that it would be station D."

Thirty minutes later I was carrying the backpack, two large suitcases, and a purse as Amelia chattered on and on about her flight. Apparently she'd been seated next to the most boring woman on earth. I made sympathizing sounds, clucking here and groaning there, but inside I was irritated to no end. It seemed like an eternity before we reached my car, and I gratefully dropped the baggage into the trunk.

"It's about an hour drive to our house," I said, shutting the driver's side door. "It goes by rather quickly, though, the scenery isn't that bad."

Amelia nodded, looking out the window, as I backed out of the parking space. I was paying too much attention to her nod, however, and didn't notice the car pulling behind me. The back of my car hit the door of the other car with a sickening crunch. I groaned.

"Sorry about that," I apologized to Amelia.

"Don't worry about it," she said, turning her face towards me in a wide smile. Her eyes were twinkling, and she unbuckled her seatbelt just as I was unfastening mine. "Please," she said, "Let me take care of it."

"I can do it," I argued, annoyed that she thought I was too much of a coward to do it myself.

"Please," she said again. "I'm good with people." She opened her door and slid out before I could say another word, walking over to the man who was inspecting his scratched door.

I rolled down my window, listening to what she was saying, and watched her out of the rear view mirror.

Her words came as mumbles, but I could tell that the tone was low and seductive. Her breasts seemed to thrust out even more than usual, and she shifted her weight so that one of her hips stuck out to the side, giving her a jaunty posture. From the angle she was standing, I could see her exposed cleavage, something I hadn't noticed until now. The line of her breasts seemed to heave up and down with each breath she took, the tops jiggling as she laughed at something the man was saying. 

A few minutes later she put her arms around the man in a hug as intimate as the one she and I had shared not too long before, and she walked back towards the car, her hips swinging seductively.

"Sometimes you just need to know what to say to a man," she laughed, winking at me.

My mouth felt like it was hanging open. I closed it and backed out of the spot, this time without any incidents.

"What did you say to him?" I had to ask.

"Nothing," she said mysteriously, looking out the window. 

I shrugged and let it go. She seemed to want to keep me in the dark and I wasn't going to try to play her games.

I pulled the car out of the parking spot without further incident, putting it in drive and heading for the exit of the parking garage. Sucking in a deep breath, I cleared my mind and began thinking of the drive home. Soon I would have to rape the girl next to me. I wondered if I would be able to do it, or if I would be too much of a coward. For my own sake, I sort of wished that I could back out, but if I did I knew that Claudia would be very mad. 

Next to me, Amelia stretched in her seat. She was such a tiny thing that the seat seemed to be large around her, even though I was barely comfortable in mine. She leaned back and lifted on leg to set her small foot on the dashboard, sighing deeply.

"I've just been so cramped all day," she explained, smiling at me.

I looked back at the road, my face a little red, embarrassed to have been caught looking at her.

"I really like car rides," Amelia said with a sigh. "What's the wildest thing you've ever done in a car?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.

"I mean, for instance, when I was with my first boyfriend, we used to drive his car up to the butte overlooking my home town, and make out. Later I ended up having sex in his back seat. See? That's a little bit wild."

"From what I've heard of you, I would have expected wilder things," I said. Instantly I felt uncomfortable with myself for having said such a thing.

"Of course I've done wilder things," Amelia protested. "I wasn't talking about in general, I was talking about cars. Nothing really exciting has happened to me in a car, so far. Hopefully I'll be able to add to my experience sooner than later."

My face flushed from her comments. The idea of people having sex in cars turned me on a little, and I was embarrassed to be thinking about it.

"Nothing really sexual has ever happened to me while I was in a car," I mumbled, looking straight out the window, trying to concentrate on the road.

"Did you ever want it to?" Amelia asked, a mischievous tone in her voice.

"Well, I don't know," I lied. "I'm willing to try anything, but it's just never come up."

Amelia sat in silence for a little while, a smile on her lips, staring out the window. The traffic in front of me slowed down, and I shifted out of the slow lane into the fast one to pass the truck blocking our way. 

"You know something I always wanted to do?" Amelia asked slyly, shifting herself in her seat.

"What's that?" I asked, glancing over to her. We were approaching the truck; it was coming up right next to us. As we passed the cab, Amelia lifted her shirt and flashed her bare breasts at the driver.

I was so surprised I swerved in the lane, calming myself in time to avoid any mishaps. My foot stomped on the gas pedal, speeding us forward.

"Good lord!" I exclaimed. "That scared the shit out of me?"

"Scared you?" Amelia laughed. "What scared you? Is there something wrong with me?"

The window next to the passenger seat was foggy where she had pressed her chest against it. Behind us, the truck was honking its horn, applauding Amelia. My face turned bright red with my blush, and I pulled back into the slow lane, slowing my car to a more reasonable speed.

"Now at least you've been part of something sexual in a car!" Amelia giggled, sitting herself back in to the lazy position she'd been in before. Her nipples were erect and pushing against the fabric of her blouse, distracting me from my driving. I shook my head and tried to clear it of the impure thoughts I was having about my girlfriend's sister.

"I wish you'd have warned me," I mumbled, avoiding Amelia's eyes.

"It wouldn't have been as much fun if you'd have known," Amelia said, her voice still conveying her laughter.

"Well, next time warn me," I said, my tone indicating that I hoped there would be no next time.

"You think I should do it again?" Amelia teased. Ahead of us, a couple of men were hitchhiking, walking along the side of the road with their thumbs sticking out. "What if I give them a little peek?"

"Please don't," I protested. I was turning even redder, quite embarrassed to be involved in this. My limited sexual experience hadn't included any voyeur or exhibitionist activities, and being in a car with a flasher was sort of scaring me. But at the same time, her lewd behavior was making my belly churn, and my groin burn with sinful pleasure.

"Consider this your warning," Amelia laughed, putting her foot on the seat and turning herself towards the window.

I tried to concentrate on the road, to not be distracted by her show, but my eyes drifted towards the hands on her shirt. With a quick motion, she flipped it up, pressing her breasts against the window again. From my seat, I could see the round sides of her bosom, the soft curves of her breasts, before she laughed and put her shirt back on.

"Shocked yet?" Amelia laughed. I risked a look at her twinkling eyes, and had to smile back.

"A little bit," I said, laughing lightly with her.

"I suppose my prim and proper sister doesn't do exciting things like that in the car," Amelia joked, poking me in the ribs.

"Well, she's not exactly a prude," I said, defending Claudia. "She has some pretty wild ideas…" I trailed off, unsure of how much of my sex life I should be talking about. This was, after all, my girlfriend's sister. Usually I wouldn't even have mentioned this much, except that after Amelia's public display, I was turned on and opening up.

"Really?" Amelia said, sitting back in her seat and seeming to drift in to thought. "I never would have thought."

We rode in silence for a while, listening to the sound of the air around the car and traffic passing us by. 

"Do you mind if I turn on the radio?" she asked after a few minutes.

"Go ahead," I invited. 

Amelia reached over and flipped the knob, turning the radio on to a classic rock station. Her hand lingered to do a seek-search, and find a station she liked more, and then fiddled with the volume. When the radio was where she liked it, her hand moved away.

The fingers didn't move back to her side of the car, though, instead they inched towards my leg.

My eyes darted down to the long fingers, which were sneaking towards my side of the car. I was very aware of my personal space, and uncomfortable that Amelia was thinking about treading on it. At the same time, I could feel my cock pulsing underneath my pants, excited that this attractive girl was thinking about touching me.

Her hand rested down on my knee, squeezing a little bit. 

I looked over at Amelia, surprised.

"What's wrong?" she asked, squeezing lightly again.

I couldn't say anything, only sit there. Her hand seemed to slither up my leg, slowly tickling my jeans towards my upper thigh. My cock flooded with blood, pressing against the crotch of my pants. Glancing quickly away from the road I looked at Amelia. She winked at me, obviously aware of the bulge in my pants.

"Why so tense?" Amelia asked teasingly, her voice purring. The sound of her voice seemed to penetrate me, dig in to me, and I shuddered involuntarily. Amelia giggled and moved her hand up to the bulge, toying with my zip.

"Don't," I said, but my voice was as soft as a whisper and not convincing. "Don't," I said again, trying to put some feeling in to it.

"Sorry," Amelia said, not at all apologetically, sitting back down in her seat. 

I sighed, relaxing, staring back at the road. 

Amelia was doing funny things to my body, making me feel one emotion and then another. I was definatly lusting after her, but I knew that if I wanted to remain on good terms with my girlfriend I couldn't touch her until Claudia's plan went into action. She turned her face towards me and smiled, winking.

"You want to pull over?" she asked. Her free hand snaked over to my leg, slithering up my thigh towards my crotch. My eyes locked on her fingers, mesmerized by their movement upwards towards my throbbing cock.

My face turned red, which seemed to be the color it was going to stay while in Amelia's company. 

"No!" I said boldly, my hand leaving the steering wheel to push Amelia's hand away. Amelia giggled again and continued to touch herself.

It was hard to keep my concentration on the road, on the cars passing me in the fast lane. My legs were tense, pushing down on the gas slightly, and my arousal seemed to be accelerating along with the vehicle. 

"Has anyone ever blown you while you were driving?" Amelia said, unbuckling her seatbelt.

A bead of sweat dripped down my forehead, and I brushed it away, glancing back and forth between the girl next to me and the road ahead.

"I don't consider it a very good idea," I said, licking my dry lips. I regretted the motion as soon as my tongue had darted back inside my mouth. Amelia was looking at me hungrily, shifting herself on the seat. She placed her feet back down on the floor and pushed her hips up into the air, her shoulders pressing against the back of the seat. 

My eyes seemed locked on her hands, and I had to drag them away to look back out of the window to the road. Her fingers rubbed her slit through her pants and ran up her fly, towards the button at her hips. She undid the button slowly, while I tried not to look, and undid the zipper on her pants. 

With a deft movement, she slipped the pants and her underwear off her body. I was so startled it took all my concentration not to crash, to drive off the road, to smash into the cars next to me. 

Her bush of pubic hair glistened with her juices. She placed her tiny foot back on the dashboard, flexing her body so that I could see her slit, sopping with her fluids. She raised her hand back to her cunt and began to stroke it, peeling away the flesh for me to see her treasures.

"What are you doing?" I asked, again in a throaty whisper.

"I'm showing you what you could have if we pulled over," she smiled, her finger flicking the nub at the top of the cunt. "Why don't we pull over and I'll give you some of it?"

"No," I said again. "Put your pants back on. This isn't right."

"Isn't it?" she purred. She knelt up on the seat, turning towards me. "I've already tried one thing in this car that I've always wanted to do. Maybe I should go for my second goal. It involves you, though, and your cock."

"I'll crash the car," I protested, jokingly, making fun of the situation.

"I know you want to try," Amelia purred again, her body inching over towards mine, her breath hot in my ear. "Your cock is practically bursting in your pants. You sure you don't want me to help you relieve it?" 

My cock was indeed pushing against the heavy fabric of my jeans, growing I my pants with anticipation.

Amelia bent down, her lips grazing my shirt, inching her head towards my crotch. 

"Stop it!" I protested, this time my voice rising to what sounded like a panicked shout. My face burned with embarrassment at having lost control like that. 

She lifted her head up, moving away from me.

"Fine," she said. "I just thought it would be fun for you to try a new thing." She looked out her window, sulking. I was tempted to call her back, but decided against it.

I saw a sign for a rest area ahead of me, and the idea crossed my mind to pull over. Shaking my head, I tried to resist the urge, and soon the exit had passed. I had resisted temptation, and was proud of myself.

Amelia sat next to me, her leg still positioned on the dash, her body still bare from the waist down. She looked out the window, her profile with what looked like a silly pout on her face. One of her hands lingered at the slit, stroking it softly, keeping her warm juices flowing.

My mouth watered, thinking about her cunt. It was similar to my girlfriend's, but not totally identical. Claudia shaved her pubic hair, made sure that it was smooth and clean all the time, but Amelia's dark curls stood proudly. I didn't have much experience going down on a hairy pussy, and my lips seemed to ache with desire to try it. I shook my head again, trying to banish such thoughts.




A Twin's Revenge Ch. 2



I tore my gaze away, looking back at the road. The sun was beginning to lower itself, so I switched on my lights. A sign shot by on the right side of the street, boasting only thirty more miles until we reached our destination. My drive was almost over.

Amelia saw the sign as well, and looked at me, frowning. 

"Almost there," she said.

"Yep," I grunted, forcing my face to stay forward rather than look at her again.

"We still have time…" she trailed off, scooting closer to me again.

"Stop it," I said, not looking down.

"Don't be such a spoilsport. I know that you'd enjoy this if you would give it a chance."

I shook my head, but didn't look away from the road.

"What could you do, if I tried?" Amelia teased. Her voice was sounding a little deeper, a little angry even. She seemed to be irritated that I had turned her down not long before. "You're driving. If I unbuttoned your pants," her fingers poked at my button, loosening it and pulling the top of my pants apart.

"Stop it," I said again. "Quit it, I'm serious," my voice was rising again, and I was turning red all over. My cock was pulsing, though, trying to force its way through my pants and into her waiting hand.

"If I unzipped your fly," she purred, again her voice seeming to linger in a lower tone, almost cruel. "What could you do?"

I lowered one of my hands from the steering wheel and smacked at her hand. Amelia's hand moved away to avoid the slap, but then smacked my cock instead.

The smack wasn't very hard, not very painful, but sent a jolt through my body. I reached down towards her to pull her away, and she smacked my cock again, making it burn underneath my jeans.

"Quit it!" I said.

"Shut up," Amelia growled. "I'm going to do this and you can't stop me."

"I could pull over," I protested.

"If we're late, Claudia will know we were fooling around," Amelia threatened. "I'll tell her that you fucked me, and she'll believe it."

Unfortunately she was right. If Amelia told my girlfriend that I'd had sex with Amelia, then Claudia would be devastated. It was one thing, in Claudia's opinion, to have the plan for revenge mapped out. It was another thing for me to go behind her back and instigate sexual activity before Claudia's plan could be enacted.

"Just sit still and let me do my work."

My arousal had begun when Amelia had flashed the trucker, and since then it had only been fanned. Now that my cock was being released from its confines it was taking every opportunity to grow larger. Amelia's fingers peeled back my briefs and my cock popped out proudly, sticking straight up towards her face with its large purple head.

"See," Amelia cooed. "It's not that bad, is it?"

I gulped, unhappy about the events at hand. This was not the way this was supposed to happen. Traffic around me was thickening as we neared the city, people in the lane next to me speeding by, and it really did take most of my concentration to watch what was going on.

Amelia's face moved closer to my lap, and my cock throbbed towards her. It flexed, against my will, hoping to get inside her mouth.

A whimper escaped me, to my embarrassment, and Amelia giggled. I risked another slap to lower my hand and rip Amelia's head away from me.

Smack! Amelia's hand slapped my cock, making me cry out in pain as it bobbed back and forth from her action. It stung, and deflated a bit.

"Bad boy," Amelia teased. "You have to do what I say while I'm in charge, and right now I'm pretty sure that I'm in control."

I glanced away from the road for just a moment to look at her face. Her features were just like my girlfriend's, but they were twisted into a sinister expression that I'd never seen on Claudia's sweet face. I gulped again, almost afraid, as Amelia bent down towards my shying cock.

"Better wake him up again," Amelia said softly, seductively. "He needs to be at full attention for what is about to happen."

She opened her jaws and took me into her mouth in one swallow. I could feel my cock at the back of her throat, her hot mouth contracting around it. Her tongue licked the bottom of my staff, causing me to quiver with pleasure.

My hands clenched the wheel so tight my knuckles turned white and I fought to control the urges to thrust towards Amelia's head as she lifted her face off my lap, sucking my cock as she went. Her lips pulled my foreskin away from the head, nibbling it lightly, and then plunged back around it.

I wriggled my body, trying to escape her mouth, trying to force myself to remain faithful to my girlfriend. My head swam with a combination of ecstasy and misery, happy to have this gorgeous creature's attention and unhappy at the thought of the changes my relationship was undoubtedly going to go through.

"Please stop," I whimpered as she sucked on my staff. She grunted a negative answer, chuckling softly, and pulled herself off my cock again. 

Amelia lifted her face up to look at mine, her lips red from their stretch around my cock, her eyes alight with arousal. My cock glistened with her saliva, reflecting the dim light of the outside.

"You're mine, now," she moaned, lowering her face back on to my cock.

She sucked on me steadily, her pace not varying, just staying the same. She sucked me deep in to her throat where she left my cock for a moment, and then would pull off the cock, tightening her lips around it and pulling my foreskin up around the head. She toyed with the tip with her tongue, poking at the hole there, and I could feel pre-cum gathered there. 

Back down in to her throat and swirling around her mouth again, her tongue lapping at the sensitive areas right above my balls. My balls pushed against her chin, her soft skin tickling the hairs on my scrotum, and she pulled up again, lapping the entire way.

I groaned, feeling my orgasm rising in my body, my eyes fogging over as I stared through the windshield.

The electric shock shot through my cock, spurts of hot fluids shooting out at her as she plunged my cock deep into her throat. Waves of pleasure sent spasms through my body, all the way from my toes to my fingers and back to my groin, jets of cum dripping on to her tongue.

Amelia licked up all of my salty fluids, every last drop, her tongue plunging back into the hole at the tip of my cock to seek out any remaining cum, and then swallowing it as with the rest. 

Moving her mouth away from my lap, Amelia smiled at me. Her face was red from her efforts, her hair mussed from my arms pushing against it. She licked her lips and smiled at me lopsidedly.

"Not so bad, was it?" she asked.

"I didn't want that," I said softly. I felt violated, like she'd taken advantage of me. I flipped on my blinker and slowed down to take the exit in to my neighborhood, driving down the off-ramp and on to a street parallel to mine.

"I'm sorry," Amelia said. "I really thought you'd like it."

"You thought wrong," I said gruffly, unkindly, stopping for a red light. I used the pause to buckle my button and zip my fly, still avoiding Amelia with my eyes.

"I'm sorry," Amelia repeated.

"You will be," I said in such a soft voice that Amelia couldn't hear.

"What was that?" she asked, leaning closer.

"Nothing," I said. I felt angry, vicious. Claudia's rape idea sounded a lot better to me now that Amelia had taken advantage of me. Some of the aspects of it would be lost from Claudia's original plan, but Claudia didn't need to know that. I wanted to make Amelia feel helpless and scared, to take her ass harder than anyone had ever taken it, to hear here squeal for mercy. Maybe it was a bit harsh, but that's how I felt, and that was what I was going to do.

We pulled in to my parking space and I put the car in park, exiting the door. I helped Amelia with her bags, carrying two of them and letting her get the rest. She followed me to my door, which opened easily. Inside, Claudia jumped up and rushed to us, knocking the bags out of Amelia's arms to give her a great big hug. 

I knew that my girlfriend was angry with Amelia, but for the entire world to see she was a loving sister. She planted a big kiss on Amelia's cheek, a sight that made my cock squirm inside my pants, and then they exchanged greetings. 

Swooping down, I gave Claudia a kiss on her own cheek, and locked eyes with her.

"Tomorrow," I said, motioning my eyes deliberately towards Amelia's form, headed for the bathroom. "I'll do it tomorrow." A knot twisted in my chest as I said it.

Claudia's eyes were impossible to read. They were hard, but seemed content at the same time. 

"Okay," she said.

I was going to do it.

Coming Soon – Mark captures Amelia and makes her pay for her behavior



A Twin's Revenge Ch. 3



"Going home early?" My boss queried, watching me putting my desk together.

"Yes," I replied. "Got some business I have to take care of."

"Well, have a good afternoon," he said, turning back to his own paperwork. 

I was going home to rape my girlfriend's sister, at my girlfriend's request. At first, I had been reluctant about it, not wanting to put my relationship in jeopardy, not to mention that I'm against rape. But after meeting Amelia, I started to see why Claudia would want something unpleasant to happen to her twin.

Claudia had called a few hours ago, making sure that I was still going to go through with her plan.

"Yes," I said, feigning reluctance. I didn't want my girlfriend to know the pleasure I was going to get out of this adventure. Claudia has had men taken away from her by Amelia before, and I didn't want her to think that this would ever be a possibility with me. 

"Good. I'm going to stay late after class. You'll have until around six, okay Mark?" Claudia's voice had sounded raspy with anticipation. I guessed that she was feeling mixed emotions about sharing her boyfriend to get revenge.

"I'll see you then, sweet heart," I said softly to her. She had hung up before saying anything in return.

The car ride home was a nerve racking one. I kept thinking about Amelia's seductive smile, the way she swung her hips when she walked. I could almost feel her ass in my hands as she sauntered around in front of me. The last couple days had been a nightmare, thinking about her, but this would probably get some of the steam out of my body. I was torn between wanting her and not wanting her, but my girlfriend was pointing me in this direction.

Just yesterday while I had been in the car with Amelia, she had been bent over my lap blowing me without permission. Thinking about it made shivers spread through my body. The memory of her tight lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue pressing up against me, and the soft little moans she had omitted while sucking up my cum made my cock bulge in my pants. Soon I would be able to relieve the tension, but I didn't want to do it too quickly.

Pulling into the driveway, I put the car in park, and looked up at my apartment. It was only four in the afternoon, nowhere near dark, so none of the lights were on in the apartment. Claudia had informed me of Amelia's plans that morning, filling me in on where Amelia was expected to be all day. Home was where she should be at four in the afternoon, and with a determined step I began to walk up the stairs to my apartment.

I slipped the door open silently, wincing as the hinges squeaked for a moment. Looking around, I didn't see Amelia anywhere in the living room or kitchen. This was good for my plan; the element of surprise was important for the scenario to work. Down the hallway I could hear music coming from the guest room, and I assumed that that was where my victim was, for the moment.

Quickly but quietly I snuck down the hallway towards my bedroom, shutting the door most of the way behind me but avoiding a full click of the knob. I didn't think that Amelia would be able to hear it over the noisy music, but I still didn't want her aware that I was at home.

My closet held many toys, which I had used on Claudia multiple times. Claudia had quite a few fetishes, bondage was only one of them, and I played around with her whenever one of us was in the mood. The closet door slid open silently, to my relief, and I dug out the box of toys.

A few items were on top, set out by my girlfriend earlier that day to be easier to reach when I arrived from work. Handcuffs were the first item I pulled out, and I set them aside on the floor next to me. Next there was a ball gag trainer, which Claudia had specifically bought for this purpose. It seemed odd to me, but Claudia wasn't willing to share her gag with her sister, even though she obviously was willing to share her boyfriend. The gag had many straps to wrap around the victim's head, one over the top, one under the chin, and a couple around the side. The rubber gag was on its own strap, fitting across the victim's face, and once all the straps were adjusted correctly it would be next to impossible for Amelia to push the ball out. I set the gag aside and reached back in the box. 

The spreader bar that Claudia had suggested I use was hidden under the bed, and it was the last piece of equipment Claudia had suggested Amelia be fitted with. There were a few more items that I wanted to use on Amelia, though, for my own satisfaction. Clips to be placed on her nipples, a collar to wrap around her neck, and a flogger that I had purchased at a store on my trip to New York. Claudia hadn't suggested that I hurt her sister past a rough anal session, but I wanted to cause her a little more pain before I was done with her.

I spread the toys on the top of my bed, along with some rope to keep Amelia in place once I had her there, and put the handcuffs in my pocket. They were uncomfortable, but easier to pull out quickly than I had expected, and I crept through my bedroom door towards the guest room.

The music was still playing, and I still didn't hear any noise coming from the girl I had assumed was inside. A wave of anxiety washed over me, my head playing the "what if" game. What if she wasn't there? What if she was ready for me? What if she escaped my grasp and called the police, having me arrested for attempted rape? 

Swallowing my fears and putting on a brave front, I barged through the door into the guest room.

My eyes shifted around the room quickly but carefully, taking in as many details that I could in fast motion. There was a dresser against one wall, bare top except for the radio, where the music was coming from. The closet was open, a few clothes hanging on hangers, a few pairs of shoes at the bottom. A bed against another wall, a purple comforter spread across it, and a curvy brunette on top of it, her hands pressed under her face and her body curled in a fetal position. She looked almost tender, sleeping there, her eyes shut and thick eyelashes resting on her cheeks. I paused, unsure of how to proceed. Backing out almost seemed like the best idea now that I'd seen her lying there; but once again I gave myself an inner pep talk, and walked up to her. 

With the swiftest motion I could make, I swung her on to her stomach and grabbed her wrists, climbing onto the bed and straddling her around the waist.

Amelia woke up right away, but her sleep-muddled mind probably slowed her thinking. She didn't say anything, just grunted, annoyed, while I held her wrists behind her back and reached for the handcuffs in my pocket. She tried to twist her wrist away, but her movements were weak and slow.

"Bitch," I swore under my breath, tugging her wrist back towards the other.

"What's going on?" she demanded, tugging against me with a little more enthusiasm.

"You're getting what you deserve," I said cryptically, locking the handcuffs around one of her wrists.

Amelia gasped at the cold metal touching her hot wrist. She tried to tug it out of my grasp again, but I held tight, locking the second wrist in the free cuff.

"Let me go!" Amelia demanded, kicking her legs back at the knee.

Her tiny foot grazed me lightly, but did no real damage. I lifted myself off of my captive and her bed and dragged her to the floor next to me.

"Mark!" she demanded, shrilly. "Quit it!"

"You shut up," I said gruffly, pulling her out of the room.

Amelia started to squeal, her high-pitched voice penetrating my skull and hurting my head. I swung her around in front of me and slapped her, not too hard, but enough to let her know I meant business.

"Listen, cunt," I hissed. "You shut up and you do as I say, and you won't get hurt, understand?"

Amelia nodded slowly, watching my eyes with her own green ones, still darkened from sleep. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I saw a glimmer of arousal in her expression. She confirmed my suspicions by parting her lips slightly and licking the bottom of her teeth, a habit that Claudia also had.

I pulled Amelia through my door into my bedroom, and watched her eyes grow wide as she saw the instruments that I had set on top of the bed. 

Holding tightly to one of her arms, gripping her flesh just above the elbow, I reached for the gag. 

"Stay still and open your mouth," I said, demandingly, letting go of Amelia's arm so that I could use both hands to adjust the straps around her head.

Amelia didn't even hesitate. She opened her mouth wide, her eyes following the gag as I pushed it through her teeth and filled her mouth with the rubber. I pulled the straps over and around her head, adjusting them tightly to keep the gag far in to her mouth. Lastly I tightened the one under her chin, forcing her to keep her mouth open just wide enough to hold the gag in. I watched as she attempted to push it out, her cheeks puffing out and the muscles in her face flexing as she tried to work it free. Her eyes darted back towards me, looking at me hungrily as she took a deep breath through her nose.

I loved the way she looked in the gag, her face stretched and filled just right. Her mouth looked full, her lips stretched to accommodate the gag, the leather straps surrounding her face. The strap over her head went right between her eyes and down the part in her long dark hair. I could feel my cock filling with blood, pushing against the confining underwear I wore.

Taking Amelia's arm, I directed her towards the bed, pushing her down on her stomach bent over the foot. She folded nicely at the waist, my large bed just high enough to keep her ass at a sharp angle. 

Before I went any further, I had to get my victim out of her clothes. The plan didn't include her clothes, and they would only hinder my actions. The dramatic would be best for this scenario, I decided, and I pulled out my pocketknife. I leaned over my captive, brushing my shirt against hers. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and with each breath she took I could feel her rising up on the bed. Flipping the blade out of my knife, I flashed it in front of her eyes. She pushed herself up with her chest, but only encountered my body. 

"Lay down. Behave and I won't hurt you," I said gruffly, placing the knife at the collar of her shirt. 

I ripped the blade downwards from the collar to the end of the sleeve, severing the bra strap as I did so, and baring one of her tanned arms. The sun darkened skin looked incredibly soft, and I couldn't help putting my lips against it. The flesh was cool to the touch and felt good against my lips. Tiny goose bumps rose on her arm, and I pulled my face up to repeat the cut on the other arm.

Carefully avoiding the skin, I stripped her other arm of the confining shirt, and then slid the knife around to cut the shirt from her back. Her soft back was exposed to my eyes, and once again at the sight of her skin I couldn't help but brush my lips against it. I felt a shiver rush down her spine, her body shuddering under my touch, and I heard her grunt against her gag. The sound was almost one of enjoyment, I thought to myself, lifting my body up from hers and moving down to her pants. 

The shredded fabric of Amelia's shirt still hung about her upper body, and I left it there as a tattered remembrance of her place as I began to remove her pants from her body. I put the knife away, as the jeans didn't require the blade, and wrapped my arms around the front of her belly. 

My fingers traced along her belly, seeking the waistline of her pants, and lingered before tugging at the button at the top. It slid out easily, and then the zipper, and soon I had pulled the pants down and off my helpless plaything. I threw the pants aside, and tore the rest of Amelia's shirt off of her, throwing it another direction. I would have to remove the items later, returning them to Amelia's room so that Claudia wouldn't be reminded of what had occurred in our bedroom. She had made it clear to me that she would know it had happened, and would be happy that it happened, but didn't want to actually think about it. I understood.

The spreader was still under the bed, and I crouched down to grab it now, pulling it towards Amelia's legs.

Amelia's legs were pressed tightly together, holding her modestly. As of yet not much of her body was actually exposed to me, except her backside. The bed hid her breasts, and her tightly clenched legs hid her cunt from my view. Not for long, though, as I slipped the cuff on one end of the spreader around her slender ankle. She grunted again as I pulled her legs apart, her muscles struggling futilely against mine as I spread her legs and exposed her pussy to my view. She was stronger than she looked, causing me to strain to keep her legs apart long enough to lock the other end of the spreader around her once free ankle. Soon the tension was on the bar, and I could step back and admire my prize.

Leaning over the couch, her body was relaxed but tense at the same time. Her hands were balled up into little fists, clenching and unclenching as she struggled slightly to free herself. She seemed to have mostly accepted her helpless state. Her face was pushed to the side, her eyes awkwardly following my movements as I circled the back of her, studying her smooth body.

The tanned skin of her backside was stretched in an arch; the curve of her buttocks was extremely enticing. Her legs stood straight, held wide apart by the bar, and the red lips of her cunt stuck out from behind, spread, inviting me.

My victim's pussy was extremely moist, I could see the fluids dripping out of her and down her legs. Amelia clenched the muscles in her thighs, trying without successes to prevent the juices from dripping freely. Unable to help myself, I took a step towards her and wiped my hand in the hot moisture.

The thick juice coated my fingers, and I slid my hand up towards her steamy cunt, the rough wiry hairs scratching my palm as I moved it upwards to cup her pussy. The heat was literally radiating from it; I could feel it a mile away. She moaned from behind the gag as I nudged the lips apart with my thumb and worked my middle finger up inside her. The pussy grasped at my finger as I felt around her insides, and I could feel the inner walls tightening around her.

My cock was rock hard now, and I had to struggle with myself to not pull down my pants and fuck her right there. I wanted this to last, and it wouldn't last if I came right away. I had to milk this experience to give myself the most amount of pleasure.

The fact that my victim was enjoying my ministrations turned me on, but disappointed me at the same time. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. This was a punishment session for her, a payback session, not a pleasurable one. I frowned slightly and stepped back, looking at her again.

Once my hand was dripping with Amelia's juices, I raised my hand to her face.

"Smell that?" I hissed. "That's you. You got me all dirty. Now you're going to clean me off."

Usually I would make Claudia lick her juices off my hands, but Amelia was currently gagged and unable to do anything with her tongue that didn't involve lapping at the piece of rubber in her mouth. There're more than one ways to skin a cat, though, and to humiliate a cunt in the process. I wiped my hand all over Amelia's face, smearing the wetness all over her eyebrows, lips, nose and cheeks. Now she could smell her arousal all over her face, not to mention the sticky feeling it was going to cause in not too long. Satisfied, I smiled, and ran my clean hand down Amelia's body from the top of her neck to the beginning of the curve of her ass.

Amelia's flesh seemed to be tingling all over. I imagined that I could see it moving over her muscles as she tested her bonds. Thinking of her bonds, I reached out and took the two lengths of rope that I had set out earlier. 

I walked over to the side of the bed and pulled the mattress up as far as it would go without pushing Amelia off, which was about half way. I stuck one end of the rope down there, and then walked over to the other side, repeating the lifting and grabbing the buried end of the rope. It was now looped under the bed, threaded, and would hold her tightly to the mattress if I desired.

The black leather collar still lay on the bed, untouched, next to the nipple clips and the flogger. My eyes darted over them, considering, but I decided to move on for now. 

The leather cuffs were my next task, and I took them up in my hands. The feel of the cool black leather was much different than the skin of Amelia's pussy had been. My fingers enjoyed the variation of sensations I was feeding it at the moment, and my cock seemed to throb as I wrapped one of the cuffs around Amelia's arm just above the elbow. I reached over her body to wrap the second cuff around the opposite arm, locking both in place. The binding was secure, but I made sure that I could slip my finger underneath it with very little trouble to ensure that my little captive wasn't damaged during our session together. I wanted to hurt her, to scare her, but not to harm her in any serious way. I slipped the rope through the D ring of the cuff and tied it in a knot, then repeated the action on the other arm, tightening the rope under the bed so that her elbows were pulled apart enough to keep her down on the mattress securely. She could move, with little discomfort, but couldn't even begin to think of leaving the position I had placed her in.

I slid my hands across her back again, smiling as the whimpering sounds behind the gag started again, and the moaning from behind the rubber penetrated her lips and found their way to my eager ears. I ran my hands down the backs of her legs, feeling the heat from her pussy as I passed it by, and rested at the ankles. 

Crouched down behind her again, as I had been when I attached the spreader, I grabbed the second length of rope. I slipped the rope around the bar, not wanting to loop it around the beautiful skin. Rope burns were not something I wished to give my victim, and I would avoid them if at all possible. I knotted the rope securely and threaded it around the legs of the bed, under the bed and over to the other side. There, I bound it to the other end of the spreader bar. As with her arms, Amelia could still shift herself in her bonds, but could not move away from the bed more than a couple of inches. Due to the spreader, if she tried to move away she would be wobbling most awkwardly. I chuckled at the thought, and stood up again, stretching my legs.

As a final thought I placed the blindfold under her face and let it snap behind her head, blocking her vision. I knew that she'd be able to see a little light through the edges, and some movement even, but if I stood behind her it would be almost impossible for her to anticipate what I was going to do to her.

My cock seemed to be bursting against my pants. The jeans always felt so tight whenever I was aroused, so confining and so uncomfortable. My cock pressed almost painfully it had grown so big, and I decided to finally strip myself of some of my clothing. Unbuttoning and unzipping the pants, I slipped them off and tossed them to the side. The bulge in my underwear was almost humorous, a thick organ pushing against the briefs. I could barely see the head of my penis trying to escape, the purple skin peeping out from the elastic. Looking back at Amelia, I reached down and rubbed myself slowly, directing my foreskin up and over the head and then slipping it down again. I tugged the elastic of my underwear and covered myself again, moving back towards Amelia to get on with my revenge.

In front of me, Amelia's body shuddered, her face buried in the bed, her heavy breaths causing her to rise off the bed and then settle back down softly. I could hear the sound of her breathing in the otherwise silent room. 




A Twin's Revenge Ch. 3



The flogger was laying next to my victim on the bed, and I picked it up now, dragging the thin leather strips across Amelia's soft back and through the crevice of her buttocks.

My captive shuddered as I traced her curves with the leather, I thought with fear, until I saw the flesh around her pussy growing more swollen and parting further as if to invite penetration. My cock pulsed again, and a shiver passed through me as I imagined sticking my cock into her hot slit right now. But I couldn't, not yet. There was still plenty of time.

Her bottom clenched as she felt the leather there, and I had to tug the last strand free to run the threads down her legs.

The flogger had many thin leather stands, which Claudia had assured me many times stung but didn't hurt as badly as some of the others we'd tried. She told me that the initial pain was shocking, but after a while it wasn't so bad. I drew my hand back and let the full weight of the leather hit her bottom, right across both cheeks.

A hissing sound escaped Amelia's lips as soon as I had struck her. She didn't cry out, or whimper, or any of the things that Claudia usually did in reaction. Amelia just sucked in her breath, hissed, and seemed to tense up even more than before. Angry red welts rose up on her bottom where the leather had collided with her flesh. Amelia clenched her legs and her buttocks as I softly ran the leather over her again, teasing her stinging skin with the thick threads of the flogger.

Amelia whimpered, finally, as I teased her with the leather. It wasn't pitiful, as I had feared it would be, but was more of an aroused type of noise. I drew the flogger back and prepared to strike again, but instead of putting all my strength in the blow as I had done before I just let it fall limply, teasing her.

As I had expected, Amelia squealed in fear as I drew the flogger down. When it hit her with such little force, causing no pain at all, she relaxed noticeably and began to breath heavily. Her chest heaved, her back moving up and down, as I ran the black strands up her spine and then back down, dragging them all the way to the tops of her thighs.

I lifted the flogger up off my captive's body again and began to walk around her, deliberately letting my footsteps fall loudly so that the girl on the bed would know where I was. Pacing around to the left side, then to the right, and then back to the foot of the bed where I could see her cunt again. 

The cunt lips were larger and wetter than they had been before, still open wide for anything to penetrate them. My eyes were drawn to the fluid dripping out, hungry for it, but I forced myself to think of other things before I got carried away and tried her juices myself. I thought that going down on the slut in front of me would be too enjoyable for her, and I wanted this experience to be at least mildly unpleasant.

Amelia moaned, as I stood there, motionless. She tried to speak to me, but all that came out was a muffled gargle of a word, and I laughed at her.

"Hard to talk with a rubber ball in your mouth," I pointed out. "Maybe you should just think about being quiet and behaving."

She sighed heavily, her face falling back into the blanket on top of the mattress. Her shoulders shrugged, and she wriggled her arms around as much as she could.

"Stay still!" I demanded, bringing the flogger down on her again full force.

Amelia squealed from behind the gag, crying out and squirming as far as her bonds would allow her. I hit her one more time, torn between enjoyment at her squirms and cries and disgusted at myself for hurting her. After the second swing, I threw the flogger aside and approached her with my hands, stretching my fingers out to feel her skin.

The flesh on her bottom was bright red and hot. I traced the new welts with my fingers, feeling the raised flesh that curved around both cheeks. Amelia moaned and pushed her bottom up into my hands, and I felt even more heat radiating from her pussy than was coming up into my palms from the sore skin.

I cupped Amelia's cunt with my hand, holding the swollen mound, and just let myself stand there. Amelia wriggled herself around in my hand, attempting to have my fingers brush her clit, but I made sure that the little nub felt none of my ministrations on the rest of her pussy. I smiled at her back as it arched and writhed in front of me, knowing that her arousal was tearing at her. She wanted me badly, and I felt powerful knowing that I could withhold her pleasure for as long as I wanted.

My cock was so aroused it hurt. My balls felt heavy, yearning to empty their contents into the hot body writhing on the bed. Allowing some of my self-control to slip, I reached my hands down in front of me and took my cock out of my briefs. I had decided that it was time to break Amelia in to anal sex, and I bent my knees slightly to be bumping against the hot cheeks of her ass.

Amelia pushed her hips up, trying to get my hard cock near her dripping slit, but I moved with her and prevented her actions from doing her any good. My hand reached down to cup her pussy again, and gathered up as many juices as it could, smearing them up through the crack of her bottom, spreading the liquid thickly around the tiny bud of her anus. Using both my hands to keep her cheeks spread apart, I nudged my cock closer to the tight entrance, and prepared myself for the initial thrust.

It seemed as though Amelia knew what was happening, and didn't want it. Muffled cries were coming through her gag, a combination of frustrated ones, unhappy ones, and eager ones. She moaned aloud, finally, and seemed to relax, readying herself for what was about to happen.

"Stay still," I muttered, and shoved myself in as far as I could.

Amelia bucked and shuddered, clenching her body around my cock. Her ass was tight and squeezed my cock, almost trapping it inside of her. I slid it out, slowly, and thrust it back in, pushing myself so far in that my balls hit against her hot pussy. 

The noises from my captive were hard to read. She was quivering, and meeting my thrusts, but also groaning from the pain of the thrusts. Claudia had been right, Amelia had had anal before, and wasn't as tight as some of the virgins I had encountered. Claudia had told me Amelia didn't like anal, and avoided it, but she seemed to be enjoying it enough. Her hips gyrated around my cock as I thrust myself in to her tight cavity, and met me with every pump.

Soon my victim was gyrating even more violently, probably going crazy for some stimulation to her hard clitoris. I wanted my captive to cum, to have an orgasm at my command. A wave of sensation ran through my body as I thought about it, and I bent over slightly, reaching around her to finger the hard clitoris between Amelia's legs.

Her clit was on fire, hot as liquid magma. I pinched it between my two fingers, and tugged it as if it were a tiny cock. The flesh around it peeled away easily as I ran my fingers over the hard nub, teasing the orgasm from her. Impossibly, I could feel more juices than before dripping out of her. My own sexual pleasure seemed to be heightened as I frigged her clit and brought her to orgasm.

I felt her climax almost as if it were my own as well, the shivers passing through her body taking mine with them, tightening around my cock almost painfully and releasing as the spasms continued.

I kept pumping while she came, flicking her clit with the large tip of my middle finger, thrusting my cock far into her body. She groaned and whimpered from behind the gag as orgasm after orgasm racked her body. Amelia was shaking violently, pushing back towards my cock and rubbing herself against the blanket at the same time, writhing in pleasure as I fucked her hard. It seemed like hours before she finally calmed down and seemed to rest again, relaxing around my cock.

When the tight muscles stopped clenching my cock, I withdrew. Amelia was breathing heavily, panting around the gag she still wore. I reached over her, still standing between her legs, my cock pressed against her dripping hot but relaxed pussy, and untied the ropes binding her arms to the bed. 

I walked around the bed and swung myself up, placing my hips right in front of her face. She could smell my cock, the musky scent of herself wafting off of it. She whimpered lightly, questioningly, wondering what was going to come next.

Amelia's blindfold had shifted, moving away from her eyes and more up on her forehead. I tugged it down now, frustrating the girl between my legs, who shook her head in an attempt to get the blindfold away from her eyes again.

"You're tempting me," I threatened, and her movements stopped. "Now," I said, coldly, "I want you to jerk me off."

Amelia lay still, puzzled. 

"Do it!" I barked, pushing my cock towards her face.

Not knowing what else to do, Amelia pushed her face towards my wet cock, and began to stroke it with her cheeks. The leather straps crossing her face to hold the gag in place scratched against my cock, but the sensation was not at all unpleasant.

"Faster," I said, not unkindly, and she began to rub her nose against it, tracing a line up my thick staff, moving my foreskin awkwardly but moving it nonetheless.

After a few moments of pushing my skin around with her nose, Amelia sighed heavily and fell back down against the bed, tired from moving in such an uncomfortable position. I imagined that her back hurt from trying to keep itself up that way without any help from her arms. 

"Did I say you could stop?" I growled, grabbing a handful of her hair. Amelia whimpered and seemed to shake within my grasp. I reached for the collar on the bed next to me, and brought it around Amelia's neck, tightening it around her and fastening it there. The collar was black leather, and looked incredibly sexy against her skin. There were three D rings, one in the middle and one to each side. Taking hold of the rings on the side, I directed her face back towards my throbbing cock, and dragged her face along it roughly. 

She whimpered, having no control over the movements I was forcing her to make, rubbing my cock against her face. She struggled to move away, but I tugged the collar lightly back towards me, and kept rubbing the soft skin of her face against my cock.

Amelia tugged away violently, pulling herself out of my grasp. I let go, so startled that she had done that. 

"You're going to pay for that," I hissed, feigning anger. I wasn't really angry, just amused. I felt that I was humiliating her by using her face and not her mouth as a toy for my own pleasure. Reaching next to me again, I felt for the nipple clips I had placed there earlier.

The clips had moved from where I had originally placed them, all the actions of the bed pushing them to the side of it. I picked them up now, holding them in my hand, looking down at Amelia. 

Taking hold of my captive's shoulders, I moved her into an awkward position, where her breasts were thrust in front of me. Holding her in the position with one hand, I opened the clothespin-like clip in front of her nipple, and quickly snapped it into place.

Amelia shrieked behind the gag as I let go of the clip, her breast bouncing with her shudders as she tried to jiggle it free. I knew that it was pinching her almost unbearably, but she would get used to the sting in a moment. Placing the second clip in front of the other nipple, I repeated the process. The second time, Amelia didn't shriek as loudly or shiver as much, but she still shook a little bit as I let go of her.

"Now," I said, menacingly, "Behave and I'll take them off. Now jerk me off."

Struggling, Amelia pushed the skin around my cock frantically. I knew that each time she relaxed her nipples brushed against the bed and renewed the sharp pain of the clips. She whimpered as she stroked my cock with her nose, rubbing me and jerking me off with her face.

My cock was throbbing painfully. It had been more than an hour, playing with the girl in front of me, and my body was aching for an orgasm. Knowing that Amelia wouldn't be able to finish me off with her face, and not wanting to undo the gag since it looked so hot on her, I reached down and impatiently began to jerk my cock off in front of her face.

Amelia paused, drawing away, unsure of what to do next.

"Just keep rubbing," I demanded, pushing the tip of my cock towards her face.

Amelia rubbed her face against the head of my cock awkwardly as I jerked the skin up and down the hard staff, moving it almost frantically as I ached for my climax. 

I could feel it building inside me, the tension in my muscles clenching, and a jet of hot cum pumped out of my cock, hitting Amelia square in the face.

Reaching for her hair again with one hand, I forced Amelia's face to stay put as stream after stream of my hot cum hit her. It felt as it had never felt before, the orgasm, cum shooting out for longer than I would have imagined. It coated her face, hitting the blindfold and the gag, her cheeks and her forehead.

Finally it was over and my body relaxed. I let the aftermath of my orgasm calm me, spreading through my body to my fingertips. I lay back against the head of the bed, my legs spread, Amelia laying between them, whimpering in both pain from the clips on her nipples and the humiliation of being covered in my cum. 

"You're my little cum slut now," I said, reaching down to wipe a glob of the sticky cum into Amelia's hair. "Maybe I should just leave you like this for a while, soaking in my cum. What do you think, slut?"

Amelia's only answer was a soft whimper. She lay against the bed, struggling not to move and smear the cum around worse than it already was. 

I swung myself over the side of the bed and walked over to the back of her, admiring the welts on her ass before I bent down to untie her legs from the bed and release her from the spreader. Amelia didn't push her legs together right away, just stayed where she was, while I moved up and unhooked her from the handcuffs.

"Take the gag and blindfold off and clean this room up," I commanded. "Then you can take a shower."

Amelia seemed totally humbled, and in my control for at least the time being. Our session together had changed her personality for the moment, and she began to undo the gag and blindfold behind her head, her fingers seeking out the straps to release her. 

I left the room and wandered into the bathroom, turning on the water to take a shower so that I would be totally fresh when Claudia came home. I was a little nervous about telling her about Amelia's session with me. I would have to lie a little bit, which I didn't like, but over all I thought that the truth would be all right. Hopefully it would be enough for my girlfriend.

Coming Soon - Mark's version of events arouses Claudia, and Amelia wants her own revenge



A Twin's Revenge Ch. 4



I woke up, aware of Claudia snuggling against me in bed. Her arm was draped over my side, her leg snaking its way through mine, and her naked breasts were softly pushing against my bare back. Sleepily, I rolled over to embrace her, pulling her small frame into my larger one, our bodies melding together.

My girlfriend smiled drowsily, her eyes remaining shut, her lips curling seductively into a satisfied smile. Her expression seemed to remind me of a cat, a satisfied cat who had just made a kill and was ready to settle down for a nap. A soft moan escaped her throat, and she pressed her cheek against my chest, nuzzling me, as she rubbed her thighs softly against mine.

Sleepy as I was, I could still feel my arousal growing, my cock filling with blood and becoming erect to push against her soft legs. Moving my mouth down to hers, I captured her lips in a kiss, parting them softly and slipping my tongue in just a bit to lick at her sweet mouth.

Claudia moaned again, this time the moan going through her throat and out her mouth, seeming to fill my entire body with her pleasure. Her leg moved up my leg, rubbing against the length of my thigh and settling around my waist. She wrapped herself around my waist and pulled my crotch towards hers. I could feel the heat radiating from her, brushing against my swollen cock. Claudia's arms held my chest tight against hers, and lying side by side I thrust my cock slowly into her hot pussy.

This time it was my own body that moaned, my back arching as I thrust slowly into my girlfriend, her hot body wrapping around mine tightly. She seemed to want to become one with me, just tighten herself around me until we would never be able to pull apart. It was little effort to pull slightly out and plunge slowly into her depths again, both of us moaning with each push. 

The bare breasts were squeezed between our bodies, their soft pliancy squishing against my chest, I could feel the large nipples, erect, against my skin. I wrapped my arms around her upper body tightly, pulling her impossibly close to my body, pushing myself into her warmth. 

Claudia's body began to thrust with mine, meeting my plunges and pulling away to further excite my cock. My cock felt as hot as fire, the flames flowing from it all the way up my body, up my spine, every one of my nerves tingling. With a burst of energy that was surprising for such an early adventure, I rolled over to my back, pulling my girlfriend on top of me.

Rolling with me, Claudia perched on my cock, her chest still pushing against me but her legs leaving their place around my waist and setting themselves by my side. She was, in effect, kneeling over me, bent down, pushing her bottom up and down on my cock, pulling the skin up and down with ease.

I took hold of my girlfriend's shoulders and pushed her into a more erect position, the new arch of her body causing my cock to stab further inside her body. Her large breasts bounced slowly from side to side as she lifted herself up and down on my staff with her legs. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open, and her throat was exposed to my eyes. The dark hair I loved so much was flowing down her back, and my hands ached to touch it. Moving my hands around her back, I stroked the hair softly, closing my eyes to be devoured with the sensations rushing through my body.

The leisurely thrusts became more frantic, Claudia's breasts bounced heavily as she lifted herself higher off me and let herself fall down to be speared by my cock again. I opened my eyes to watch her face, and for a startled second I imagined that it was Amelia maneuvering herself up and down on my cock, rather than my girlfriend. Unable to control myself, I suddenly climaxed without warning, which was unusual for me. My cum burst from my cock, filling my girlfriend, but still I saw Amelia's slightly harder face, her slightly harder features. As Claudia's body began to spasm and climax with mine, I still saw her sister, Amelia. 

Shaking my head, trying to clear my mind, I nearly missed out on the last of my own passion as the pussy tightened and contracted around my cock. Claudia collapsed down on my chest, her breasts once again flattened against my body. Panting, I draped one arm around her back, rolling my head to one side. 

My eyes drifted towards the door of our bedroom, noticing the slightly opened door. In the open doorway, a pair of eyes sat, locked on me. Amelia stood there, casually, her arms crossed casually across her chest. Her eyes were smoldering, but I couldn't tell if it was lust or anger or maybe a combination of both. I shut my eyes tight, trying to block her from my mind, but all I could see was her body spread eagled on my bed as I toyed with it. Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes again, afraid to see her there in the doorway. She was gone, the open doorway empty. I breathed uneasily, hugging Claudia tighter against my chest. My girlfriend mumbled something sleepily and sat up, rolling her body off of mine.

"I need a shower," she muttered, smiling cattily and looking at me. "You do too, I dare say."

I could only nod in reply, afraid that my voice would quiver. 

"Want to take one with me, Mark?" Claudia asked, running her finger across my bare chest. "I'll wash you."

"No," I said, my voice steady after all. "I want to stay here a few more minutes."

"Okay," my girlfriend said, her voice mirroring her disappointment. She rolled out of bed and grabbed her robe, draping it around her luscious body before slipping through the door and towards the bathroom down the hall.

I lay, alone, in the bed, staring at the ceiling. Before long, my heavy lids had shut again, encasing me in darkness. Drifting in the world between reality and sleep, I began to picture Amelia in my mind again, on the bed, helpless. I could almost feel her face rubbing against my cock. My lips parted and a moan escaped my lips, my hips rose of their own accord up from the bed and towards something warm.

My eyes opened and I peeked through the slits, a dark figure below me, hovering above my groin. Amelia looked up at me, smiled, and faced back down again, running her tongue down the length of my soft cock. I felt a stirring as she lapped at me, cleaning me of my girlfriend's cum and of my own. 

"What are you doing?" I asked, still not quite alert.

"Nothing," she whispered, opening her mouth and engulfing my cock with her lips. Her hot mouth drew me into her throat, my cock growing within her. I moaned again, thrusting my hips up towards her face. Amelia's lips smiled around my cock, and she met my eyes again.

I forced myself back to reality. I was drifting between the pleasure she was giving me, the daydream of Amelia bound to the bed, and the reality of my girlfriend showering in the next room.

"Quit it," I said, but my voice suggested I wanted the opposite. I was unsure of what I wanted. I was still dreaming, but I was awake, and my fantasy seemed to be half coming true.

Amelia pulled her face up off my cock and pushed it back down. My cock had swollen to its full size again, and the post orgasmic feeling had fled my body to be replaced with want. I wanted to cum again, to climax again, to spurt my load into her mouth and watch her swallow it. The green of her eyes seemed to penetrate me as Amelia looked up again. I swallowed hard and threw my head back on the bed, moaning and writhing as the girl sucked at my essence.

Spreading my legs, my knees rose up next to Amelia's head. She laughed from behind my cock, a sound similar to the muffled noises she had made from behind the gag the day before. Triumphantly, her enthusiasm rose, and she began to pull off harder and longer, driving me wild. My hips rose frantically, pumping my cock into her mouth, effectively fucking her willing face.

"Oh, god," I muttered, as I felt my body begin to clench. My hands grabbed at the blankets, pulling handfuls towards me, squeezing tight as my muscles all tightened and another jolt of electricity ran through my legs. 

Pushing my hips up one last time to be buried inside Amelia's hot mouth, I came hard. The orgasm was so intense it felt as though it would never end. My body kept convulsing, my lips parted and I felt as though I had to scream, but only silence came out as my eyes shut tight. My hands pulled at the blankets, squeezing them, as though they were the source of the ecstasy inside me. Finally, after an interminable period of time, my muscles found that they could relax after all, and with sweat dripping down my body I fell down on to the bed, gasping for breath.

Lifting her face up from my crotch, Amelia smiled at me, crawling up my soaking body towards my face. She lifted a hand to my hair and stroked it away from my eyes, smiling down at me.

"Wasn't that bad, was it?" She purred. I could smell my cum on her breath, the musky odor of my orgasm on her body.

All I could answer in response was to shake my head in the negative, my voice seeming to have abandoned me in my time of need. I looked up at Amelia's smiling face and grimaced. This was wrong, and I knew it. Claudia would kill me.

As if reading my thoughts, Amelia shook her head.

"This is our little secret," she smiled. "For now, at least."

The brief relief I had felt washed away with those last four words. The sound of water in the next room over stopped, only the ceiling fan in the bathroom still going in there. I felt panicky, but was still unable to speak. 

Amelia crawled down my body the way she had come up, kissing my limp cock as she crawled backwards through my legs. She stood at the foot of the bed, the bed I had stood at the day before, looking down at her bound body. She winked at me, once again seeming to sense what I was thinking, and left the room.

Just moments later Claudia walked into the room, her robe wrapped around her, her hair in a towel.

"Whew," she said. "It really smells like sex in here. You go take a shower, I'm going to open a window."

Obediently, without saying a word, I nodded and got up off the bed. Briefly pausing to pull on a pair of boxers before leaving the safety of my bedroom, I went to the bathroom to clean myself of Amelia's ministrations. With relief, I could feel myself beginning to wake up.

When I got out of the shower and was finished dressing, I walked into the kitchen, where my girlfriend was sitting across the table looking at Amelia as Amelia chattered on about some boy at school.

The twins were looking at each other with nearly identical expressions. I recognized Claudia's, and it made me shudder a little bit. A condescending smile on her face, her eyes cold, nodding silently as Amelia went on and on. Claudia looked away from her sister and over to me, her eyes warming up a little bit, but questioning too.

Unsure of the question, I shrugged. I thought that a shrug would be a nice neutral answer to whatever question my girlfriend was thinking of.

Amelia finished her sentence and looked over at me too, smiling in a knowing way. 

"You working today, Mark?" Amelia asked, throatily.

"He has Saturday's and Sunday's off," Claudia answered before I could even open my mouth. 

I nodded. "That's right. Even I deserve a weekend every once in a while."

Amelia's exaggerated laughter filled the room.

"What about you, Claude, do you work today?" she asked my girlfriend.

Claudia cleared her throat, gazing over in my direction again. "Yes, I'm afraid I have to."

"Well, I'm sure Mark and I can entertain ourselves just fine while you're gone," Amelia laughed, getting up from the table.

"If you two will excuse me, I have to brush my teeth." 

Claudia and I watched as Amelia sauntered out of the room, obviously wiggling her bottom at me as she passed. As soon as Amelia was no longer in sight, Claudia shot her gaze at me, boring into my core.

"Sit down," she hissed.

Nervous, I took a seat across from my girlfriend, where not too long ago Amelia had been seated.

"What happened between you two yesterday?" Claudia whispered.

"Just what we talked about," I said nervously, my stomach tightening in knots. It was true that it was what my girlfriend and I had planned, but my feelings about the event had been different than I had assumed they would be. Amelia, too, had reacted differently than I had expected, seeming to enjoy it rather than be frightened and cowed.

"Why is she so happy, then? She's supposed to be scared, repentant, sorry for doing all of that to me."

"Well, I didn't exactly tell her why I was doing it," I mumbled, truthfully, my eyes tracing the lines on the table.

"Maybe you should, so she'll understand, so that she won't try to do it anymore!"
"What, you're already planning about future boyfriends?" I teased, trying to make light of Claudia's foul mood. Sometimes I could succeed in calming her down, bringing her back to earth, transforming her from the hissing she-devil in front of me to my sweet Claudia again.

"Not future boyfriends, you idiot. You!"

I was dumbstruck. 

"Me?" I stuttered. "What do you mean?" The knots tightened more, ripping into me. Did she know what had happened this morning? Or the day before yesterday, when Amelia had used me in the car?

"Can't you see it?" Claudia demanded, her whisper rising to more of a shriek. She looked around nervously and seemed to collect herself again. "Can't you see it?" she hissed again. "She keeps smiling at you, flirting with you, coming on to you…she seems to be promising you sex with every word and every expression directed towards your part of the room. I think she is trying to steal you away from me."

"Don't be paranoid," I joked, standing up and walking over to Claudia's side of the table. "Nothing is going to happen, alright?" I wondered if I could keep my own promise. I was already lying, things had already happened, and I knew as well as Claudia did that Amelia meant for more incidents to occur. "I love you, sweet heart. I promise I won't do anything with Amelia ever again, alright?"

Claudia turned towards me, hugging me around the waist and burying her face in my thigh. She nodded, her head pushing against my leg. I reached down to stroke her silky hair, running my fingers through the thick stuff. I felt awful about what Claudia must be going through, about her pain at having shared her boyfriend with her sister. I had known that it was a bad idea, but I had gone along with it. What did that say about me?

"I wish I didn't have to go to work," Claudia sniffed.

"I know," I said, petting her hair. "But you have to. Come on, I'll give you a ride."

Claudia nodded against my leg again. Reluctantly, with her shoulders slumped, she moved away from my body and stood up next to the table.

"I'll put my shoes on," she muttered, her head hanging down.

"Hey," I said, reaching forward to touch her face. She looked up at me, my fingers pressing lightly against her chin. I looked deeply into her dark green eyes. "I love you, you know," I said softly.

"I love you too, Mark. More than anything."

"Then trust me," the knots tightened. "Okay?"

"I trust you," she said, her voice dull. "I just don't trust her."

Claudia walked back into our bedroom to get her shoes, and I started searching for my keys. She met me by the front door, and after a hollered goodbye to Amelia, who still hadn't emerged from brushing her teeth, Claudia and I left the apartment.

The car started easily and I backed it out of our spot, heading for the road that would take me to the office that Claudia worked in on the weekends. So far, she hadn't said a thing to me, had just sat there silently looking out the window.

My mind flashed for a moment, and I pictured Amelia sitting in almost an identical pose, staring out the window before she started flashing passerby's. 

"What's the most erotic thing you've ever done in a car?" I asked on impulse.

"What do you mean?" Claudia asked, looking over at me. "That's sort of an odd question."

"I mean, like, have you had sex in a car? Have you ever gone down on a guy while he was driving? Have you ever flashed anyone from a moving vehicle?"

"No," Claudia said, still looking at me. "Have you?"

I cleared my throat. "I've had sex in a car," I said, uncomfortably. "Back in high school. It was really the only place to go that our parents weren't looking over our shoulders."

Claudia looked back out the window, seeming uneasy about the conversation. I cursed myself for bringing it up. Maybe I was trying to get caught so that Claudia would know about Amelia and I, and I wouldn't have to hide it anymore.

The ride to the office continued in silence, and Claudia slipped out of the car without saying a word. My heart sank as she shut the door behind her, and I thought about getting out and talking to my girlfriend a little bit more before she went inside the building. Before I could decide, she disappeared through the doors, and with a sigh I shifted into reverse and left the parking lot.

Home seemed to sneak up on me, the ride back seemed to only have lasted seconds. Sooner than I had hoped I was walking back up the stairs to my apartment, opening the door, and entering into my own domain. Amelia was there, inside, waiting for me.

"I'm so glad you're back, Mark," she purred, greeting me at the door. I took a step backwards, hitting the door, and nervously felt the wall behind me for the doorknob.

"Just leave me alone, Amelia," I said, turning the knob.

Amelia's hand snaked out and grabbed my limp cock through my pants. I winced and sucked in a breath as she began to toy with it, her long fingers playing along its length while she looked up in to my face.

"Why would you want to be leaving, darling?" she asked, tugging me away from the door, using my cock as a handle. "Where are you going to go that could be more fun than being here with me?"

The knots in my stomach that had been tormenting me all day seemed to hiccup up into my throat. I swallowed deeply, allowing myself to be pulled along. I didn't want to go with her, but my body wouldn't let me decide. 

"I don't want you, Amelia," I said, softly, my hands moving down my body to meet her own. I tried to unlatch her fingers from around my cock, but either I was too weak or she was too strong. She wasn't hurting me, but her nails were digging into the fabric of my pants, holding tight around my cock. Despite my fear of being pulled into another sexual escapade with my girlfriend's sister, my cock was swelling, growing hard, and a tingle of arousal was taking control of my body.

"What was yesterday, then, Mark, if you don't want me?" Amelia smiled, her white teeth showing. She reminded me of a cat, not for the first time, with that grin.

I sighed deeply, both from the arousal washing through my body and the answer to her question.

"It was revenge," I muttered, involuntarily thrusting my hips towards the girl in front of me who was gripping my cock. "Claudia's idea. Used me for revenge."

Amelia's hand tightened around my cock, making me cry out in a flash of pain.

"Elaborate, Mark," she hissed, tugging my cock closer to her. On tiptoes, I followed where she led me, using my cock like a leash and tugging me past the doorway into the living room.

"Claudia's angry about all the men you stole from her," I stuttered. "She wanted me to rape you, to pretend that I thought you were her, and to rape you and make you sorry for what you did to her."

"Guess she didn't count on my liking it, did she?" Amelia laughed sinisterly, her lips curling into a snarl. "You didn't pretend to think I was her, anyways. Not only did I enjoy it, but I thought you were after me specifically."

I nodded, my hands trying to drag hers away from me. She held on tight, though, and tugged me again, painfully. The arousal wasn't fleeing my body, however, as I would have expected. I was still tingling, and my cock was still growing towards its full size. Each jerk of my cock made my stomach do a flip-flop, but not a bad sensation at all.




A Twin's Revenge Ch. 4



"My sister is such a bitch," Amelia snarled, easing up on my cock a little bit. "I can't believe she would drag you into such a stupid argument."

Confused, my eyes darted from Amelia's face to my cock, watching her eyes soften a little bit and her hand loosen a bit around my cock. I saw my chance for escape, but instead of pulling away from her grip I allowed my body to follow hers as she sat down on the couch.

"Claudia wasn't telling you the whole truth, Mark," she said. 

My eyes seemed locked on her full lips now, watching as the red fleshy mouth opened and closed as Amelia spoke. I could see her tongue, hidden behind her white teeth, moving up and down to pronounce each word perfectly. 

"I didn't steal all her boyfriends away. Only one. Her first boyfriend in High School." 

I recalled the conversation Claudia and I had had a few days ago, about this boy that Amelia had stolen.

"I set them up, you see. I got them together by tricking him into thinking I was her, and being forward. He went for the bait, and we tumbled around. I ended up having sex with him right away, while he thought that I was my sister. Later, after he and Claudia had been going out a while, he confronted me. It seemed that Claudia was being such a prude about sex that he'd figured out what we'd done, and he was angry. I comforted him, told him that she wasn't right for him. It was me he'd liked in the first place, anyway, so we ended up doing it again."

In my opinion Amelia's version of the story wasn't very different from Claudia's. It was just as wretched to hear the other half of the story, and didn't make me like Amelia any more than I already had. 

"He broke up with her and asked to date me. I said no way; I wasn't going to be tied up in a relationship when there were so many attractive men at our school. We parted ways, and I haven't heard from him since. Claudia seemed unreasonably paranoid from that point on, positive that every man she wanted, I wanted too. It isn't my fault, men just like my forward attitude. I don't ask them to fall for me, they just do. Men fall for Claudia because of her good looks, then I come along with the same good looks and a sexier attitude, and they can't help following me to the end of the earth."

"Amelia," I said, wary of her hand still around my cock. "I think probably that that very attitude is why Claudia felt you had to be taught a lesson."

Amelia snarled at me again, her grip around my cock tensing. She tugged on it again, and my hips rose to meet her sharp movements.

"I'd like to teach her a lesson herself," Amelia hissed. "She can't just expect me to sit back and let this happen, can she?"

"I'm not going to help you with any of your own revenge, so don't even ask," I muttered, my hips still in the air, thrust towards her.

"It doesn't involve anything you wouldn't enjoy," Amelia purred. Her free hand reached up to stroke my face, and I pulled away, startled by her touch. She laughed and ran her nails down my neck, towards the front of my shirt. Her fingers worked their way down the fabric and then up underneath, tickling my bare skin. "I just want to watch you two. She doesn't even have to know. But it would satisfy my curiosity to watch you two have sex."

I gulped, multiple sensations at once overwhelming me. Her hand locked around my cock, tugging my skin less violently now and driving me wild. Her fingers, under my shirt, toying with the smooth skin on my belly and chest. 

"You want to watch your sister having sex?" I asked. I could feel my forehead begin to sweat, moisture gathering at my hairline. My hands ached to reach up and wipe my brow, but I was strangely afraid of making any moves.

"Yes," Amelia answered, bending her small body over mine. My eyes were drawn to her breasts, pushing against the blouse she wore and cleavage seeming to pour out over the low cut top. "If you had a chance to see yourself having sex, but from angles impossible to reach, wouldn't you be curious?"

I gulped again, nodding. I could sort of understand. The two were identical twins, and although I could see differences, I could also see the similarities in their bodies. 

"She's shaved, though," I mumbled, unreasonably, still staring at the breasts in front of me. Amelia's head was bending down towards my neck, and I craned my head to one direction to bare the skin to her. Her lips seemed to latch on to my flesh, and began to tickle my sensitive neck with her tongue.

"Do you want me to shave for you, too?" Amelia asked against my neck. Her hot breath tickled me.

"Huh?" I mumbled. I was becoming so horny that I couldn't think anymore. I just wanted to plunge my cock deep inside her body.

"You like your women shaved. Do you want me to shave for you, too?"

"You're not my woman, Amelia," I muttered, struggling for the willpower to move away from the creature on top of me.

"Come into the bathroom with me. I want to talk about what we're going to do to Claudia, and I want you to tell me if you'd like me better shaved."

My insides were screaming different opinions. One side said do it, one side said no way. My outside half was the one that said to do it, though, and my cock throbbed inside Amelia's hand.

"Okay," I muttered, nodding, closing my eyes and allowing the sensation of Amelia's body against mine to flow through me.

"Good boy," she whispered, moving her mouth away from my neck. I whimpered, wanting more, but she withdrew. "Get up," she said, getting up from the couch. Her hand was still wrapped around my cock.

I stood and allowed her to lead me into the bathroom, where she finally let go of me. Involuntarily I whimpered, missing the contact.

Amelia smiled, hearing my sound of dismay. 

"Don't worry, I won't leave your cock alone for long."

My body seemed to be screaming. Each nerve was on edge, waiting for more stimulation, but my brain was telling me to get out of that room as soon as possible.

Amelia seemed to sense the disagreement inside me, and she smiled her big smile at me, her eyes full of amusement.

"Don't even think about escape," she purred, seductively. Her voice was deep and thick, coating the inside of her throat. "You already said you'd do it. If you try to back out now, I'll tell your precious girlfriend about this morning. And the car ride. And what really happened yesterday. I'm afraid my sister would believe me, and I'm afraid that she's impulsive enough to leave you for it."

My stomach sank. I knew that Amelia was right. I sat down on the edge of the bathtub and watched Amelia strip off her clothes.

"Yesterday," Amelia started, "You tied me up. I have to say that it's something I never thought I would enjoy, but I did." 

Her fingers moved up her blouse, her nails running over her bulging cleavage. The pale flesh quivered underneath her touch, and she edged the fingers down to the top button, beginning to undress herself.

"The whole time I was tied to your bed, I kept wondering what I looked like from where you stood. When you hit my bottom with that whip of yours, I wondered what my flesh looked like bouncing underneath those lashes."

The second button opened up and Amelia's breasts seemed to burst out of the shirt. She wore no bra, which surprised me, and my eyes seemed locked on those gorgeous orbs of flesh. Her skin was so smooth, so flawless, and the memory of feeling the soft skin was too fresh in my body.

Amelia's hands went down to her pants, and began to undo the button. I took a deep swallow, and anticipated seeing her nude lower half. She slid the pants down her body and stood before me in her panties, a hand on one hip, watching me.

"Well?" she asked impatiently.

"You are gorgeous," I muttered, standing up and grabbing her body.

"I knew you wanted me!" she laughed, putting her arms around my body and locking her face on mine for a deep kiss. 

As her tongue penetrated my mouth, my mind screamed for Claudia. This creature in my arms was not my girlfriend, not someone whom I loved, not Claudia. I pulled away again and took a step towards the door.

Escaping the bathroom, I took a turn in the hallway and headed for my room, shutting the door behind me. I breathed heavily, picturing the goddess in the bathroom, remembering the feel of her skin in my hands, her fingers around my cock.

My cock was pulsing, throbbing, aching with need to have Amelia stroke it again. I reached down with my hand and wrapped my own fingers around it. I didn't need her and my arousal was no excuse.

Closing my eyes, I fell down on to the bed, my hand pulling on my cock. I felt myself drifting into an imaginary world where everything was right. My fantasies included Amelia and Claudia both, on the bed, with me, licking their ways up my legs towards my cock. Their two tongues were lapping at my tiny leg hairs, tickling up my thighs, sucking at my balls. Soon they were at my crotch, and one girl took me in her mouth, her hot wet skin wrapping around my cock.

As I pulled on my cock, thrusting my hips up towards my own hand, I imagined the second sister licking my balls, touching them tenderly with her long tongue. I pictured the two girls taking turns with my cock, fucking me, licking me, then sitting on my face and letting me lap at their juices until they screamed with pleasure.

I came, loudly, there on my bed, unsure about which sister I was picturing in front of my face. Claudia, Amelia, did it matter? Both were desirable to me, and both desired me for themselves. My cum squirted out of me onto my hands, coating my own skin with the sticky substance. I groaned, opening my eyes again.

Amelia was standing in the doorway, where I had thought I'd seen her that morning. She was still nearly nude, only her tiny panties covering any of her flesh. 

"You finished without me," she muttered, glaring at me. 

"I don't need you," I said defiantly. 

"What were you thinking about, if not me?" Amelia challenged. 

"A threesome," I replied, without thinking. My post orgasmic attitude was not the most intelligent.

"Really?" Amelia smirked, crossing her arms under her bare breasts and leaning against the doorframe. "We might be able to do that, you know."

I shook my head.

"Seriously," she said, a little bit aggressively. "I want to see what it's like to have someone tied down on that bed. If you do it to Claudia, and let me watch, and I just come in the room and start to join in…what would she be able to do, all tied down like that?"

"She wouldn't want to do that," I argued, sitting up in my bed. I was angry that Amelia wanted to trick my girlfriend, but at the same time my cock, so recently worn out, was twitching at the thought of the two girls together outside of my fantasies.

"Gag her, she won't be able to say anything."

"I'll think about it, okay?" I said, losing my strength. "Leave me alone so that I can clean up now, will you?"

Amelia backed out the door, holding the knob in her hand. She shut it partway, but then peered back inside at me.

"You'd better do it," she said, her voice seeming to be coated with honey but threatening all the same. "I can end your relationship whenever I want. Just remember that. The only thing you can do is to do as I say, unless you really want Claudia to leave you forever."

She backed the rest of the way out the door, shutting it tightly behind her.

I sighed, reaching for some Kleenex. 

Claudia helpless to being played with by her sister? It was intriguing, and interested me more than I wanted it to. I could already tell what my answer was going to be. 

I swabbed at the globs of cum with the tissues, thinking about the events that were unfolding in my life.

Coming Soon – Mark allows Amelia to join in on a session with Claudia