I’m Melinda, and my sister- my twin sister- is Melissa. At times, we absolutely can’t stand each other- we’ve gotten into a fist fight or two, actually, and too many screaming arguments to count. But that’s normal for siblings.
We were reflections of each other. 48D breasts, round juicy asses, think black hair, slightly tan skin, hazel eyes, and one beauty mark on a cheek (Melissa’s was on the right, mine was on the left).
Even after seventeen years, our parents still mix us up. Which we don’t mind too much., but you’d think they’d know buy the beauty marks or something. But either way, for twins, we’d like to think that’s pretty normal. We can get along, too- also normal for any siblings.
My sister was more vain than I- as a cheerleader, it was almost like it was in her job deion or something. She spent at least an hour everyday on her hair and makeup. Meanwhile, I’d take maybe ten minutes to brush through my hair and put a little bit of eyeliner on. She went all out though. Eyeliner, mascara, brush, red lipstick, and lots of foundation for the hickeys that were on her neck so often none of the family asked about them anymore.
That’s what usually set us apart, that’s how Mom and Dad knew who to call who. But when We got home, first thing Lissa did was wash her face and apply a little eyeliner like I had done for the whole day. That’s when it got difficult for my family.
We didn’t dress alike, at least not as far as matching outfits. Though I’m not to vain, I’m proud of my body and have no problem with displaying it. My sister and I both like wearing low cut tops and short shorts. We coordinated our outfits like that, we’d both wear tube tops and miniskirt one day or low cut shirts with short shorts and leggings, stuff like that. Melissa usually took it a step farther than I did though, she’d cut the tube tops even lower than they already wear so the tops of her areolas were exposed and things like that. Or she’d wear a miniskirt but no panties.
I wasn’t a virgin, but I felt no need to be a complete slut like she did. She said it was a cheerleader thing, and I assumed she was telling the truth since one day the entire team came in with see through white t-shirts, no bras, and miniskirts so small they’d’ve had more covered up if they wore ribbons around their waists.
“Lissa!” I yelled up the stairs. “If you don’t hurry the fuck up we’ll be late!”
She came prancing down the stairs just then. “Calm your self the hell down, Melinda. We’ll be there on time. Tory actually wants everyone to be a little early today.”
I rolled my eyes. Tory, the captain of the stupid cheer team. My sister was second in command, but whatever Tory send was law.
I slipped on my sneakers and headed out, not bothering to wait for my slowpoke sister.
The school is only four blocks away. As we walked, Melissa caught up with me, clicking along in heels, we talked and joked.
No sooner than Lissa saw Tory did she leave me with a little wave in my general direction. I just rolled my eyes again.
“Melinda!” I heard behind me. I spun around, smiling inwardly as my boobs shook. It was James, my “friend with benefits,” as he liked to call himself.
He put his arms around me, his hands immediately dropping to my ass. I didn’t really understand why we didn’t just go out, I mean, I’d lost my virginity to him anyways. But he had an on and off girlfriend. Apparently, right now they were off.
“Hi,” I said, my arms reaching up and going around his neck. I smiled up at him, tilting my face back to get a good look at him. He leaned down, and his lips pressed against mine.
Our lips parted at almost the same time. Our tongues danced together.
I heard a little cough behind me. I reluctantly pulled away from him to turn and face the whoever decided to interrupt us.
It was Tory. Followed my her minions. Including my sister.
Oh, did I mention that his on off girlfriend was Tory?
“What do you want?” I said. His arms wrapped around me.
She ignored me. “James, a word?” She batted her mascara coated eyelashes.
“Not right now,” he said, his lips lowered onto my neck. I closed my eyes.
“Get your hands off that heartless bitch, James!” she shrieked.
I opened my eyes, steaming mad. I pulled away from James, getting right in Tory’s face. “What the fuck did you say?”
“Read my damn lips!” she shouted at me.
“It’s kinda difficult when I’m watching the pounds of makeup running down your ugly ass face!”
Tory seemed temporarily stunned. One of her follows stepped up. Of course, it just had to be my sister.
“Make runs away from your face,” she yelled.
“And it runs off this bitch’s face,” I said, my voice was menacing. “There’s no damned reason to put seven pounds of makeup on every morning.”
Tory was beyond words. She swung for my face. I rolled my eyes at the her. She had a right hook that was pretty much slow motion. I grabbed her fist like those people in the movies do. I twisted her arm, bringing her to her knees. “Do something now you fucking whore!” I shouted at her.
I gasped as I felt three hard blows into my back. I let go of Tory, spinning around, my fist balled and moving toward my attacker’s face.
I didn’t have time to stop before my fist collided, quite hard, with my sister’s face.
I got jumped after that. James was holding Tory back, whispering to her. Probably about how he just wanted to kiss someone, and since it couldn’t be her, she settled for me because I’m easy or something.
Tory’s disciples were attacking me. There wasn’t much I could do with at least fourteen girls attacking me. I was strong, but not that strong.
After they were satisfied with the beating they’d given me, they backed away. The hardest hits had been from my sister. I thought it was kind of ironic that I’d taught her how to hit that hard.
When they moved away I got back in Tory’s face, and before anyone could do anything, I spit in it.
She was shocked, she didn’t even move. I heard a bell ring from within the school, and went inside.
Between fourth and fifth period I went in the bathroom to see how bad it was. I was surprised that my face wasn’t as bruised as I thought it would be. The worst black and blue anywhere near my face was just a little above my collarbone.
I hated people and their damn phones. By the end of first period it had gotten around that I’d got jumped. But, since I’d had the last laugh of it, everyone was saying that I won. So I guess it wasn’t too bad overall.
When I got home that day, Melissa refused to talk to me. She was freaking out about the huge bruise I’d given her on her cheek.
I’d gotten detention, along with the all the cheerleaders and James.
During the detention, the teacher fell asleep, no one dared to leave because the principle was on guard. But James sat me on his lap in his desk and we had a half hour long make out session. Tory had been fuming the whole time.
It had been a month, and Melissa was finally starting to talk to me again. At first, she’d had a screaming argument with my mom about letting her move into the attic. Mom said no.
So this morning, we actually walked together for the first time since the fight. We talked a bit, but it was a little awkward.
James was waiting for me when we got there. Tory had already found a new boyfriend, already fucked him. And, unsurprisingly, was cheating on him.
“Hey,” he said when we got there. He put his arm around my waist and walked me to class. Melissa, of course, went to go find the whore.
After school, James came back home with us. So did Tory. Ew.
So James and I went upstairs. Melissa and Tory followed after shortly. James and I sat on my bed, I was no his lap, and started what I was hoping would be a long make out session. James had already been to second base, several times, and we were shameless. It wasn’t long before he was massaging my chest with our mouths were locked together and tongues wrestling.
We forgot about my sister and the whore. He pulled my shirt up over my head and unhooked my bra, tossing it aside. We were laying down now, he was on top of me, and his fingers were magic as they teased my breasts.
We both looked up when we heard squishing slapping sound. Obviously, it wasn’t us. My pants weren’t off- yet.
We looked over at my sister’s bed. Both of us gasped quietly.
Melissa’s fist was buried in Tory, she was moaning, and Melissa’s tongue seemed to be teasing her clit. My sister’s hand was pounding in and out of Tory.
“What’re you going?!” I said, still shocked.
Melissa looked up, still trying to pound Tory to orgasm. Tory was going wild. Her hips were thrashing and she was moaning so loud it might have been a scream.
“What’s it look like?” Melissa said, her lips lowered back down to Tory’s pussy, she was lapping at the juices that were leaking out of her. My sister pulled her fist out, replacing it with her mouth.
James tried kissing my neck again, he seemed unsurprised. “What’s going on?” I asked him.
“The entire cheerleading team,” he told me. “Their all lovers- well, maybe not lovers so much as each others fuck toys. If I’m not mistaken, your sister and Tory took each other’s virginity.”
Tory was still moaning like crazy. I glanced over at them. I couldn’t deny, even though I hated Tory, it looked extremely hot. I could feel my sex getting warm.
“Tory favors Melissa, though,” James continued. “Melissa apparently does the best job of-” he glanced up at them “-well, of that.” He focused back on me, kissing my neck again. I was panting. I closed my eyes and my hips started moving in a grinding motion. James and I hadn’t had sex yet, but I was more than willing to give myself to him.
He put his hands behind my back and started groping my ass. Those were probably my most sensitive spots, I loved having my ass touched and when he kissed my neck I went crazy.
When I heard my sister moaning I looked up. Her and Tory were in a 69 position, Tory’s fingers, three of them, were buried in my sister. Her juices were dripping on the whore’s face. Melissa’s tongue was lost in Tory’s pussy.
“Is she loose?” I asked James, I had to know.
“Not until recently,” he said, he sounded a bit crestfallen that I was paying attention to what was happening on the other bed. “Your sister pounded her out like that at least three times a week now. So yeah, she got pretty loose. I wouldn’t know about recently, I’ve been focused on something else.” His mouth moved down my neck trailed down my collarbone and headed for my right nipple. I moaned softly as his tongue teased it, but my eyes were still locked on my sister and the whore.
James looked up, and when he saw that I wasn’t paying attention he stopped. He leaned on his elbow next to me and waited for me to look at him before he spoke.
“Distracted?” he asked. His free hand moved up my body to my tits. He played with my nipples casually, waiting for my answer.
My breathing picked up, just a little. “Ah, just a little. Mmm…” I trailed off, enjoying the sensation. But my eyes reflexively glanced back at my sister and the whore.
Tory had moved to the top, she was pretty much just laying on my sister while Melissa worked her over. Melissa was fingering her and sucking on her clit. Tory’s fingers were in my sister, but they weren’t really doing anything.
I was getting so turned on watching them. I wanted to join them. Quite badly, in fact.
“Do you still want to do this, Melissa?” he asked. It wasn’t the first time we’d be having sex, but it would be the first time as a couple. He started to get up. “’Cause I’ll leave if you don’t want to…”
“No, please, don’t,” I pleaded, I wanted him to stay. I wanted him inside me, I was getting so hot. “I’m sorry. I just… I dunno. Yeah, I am distracted, by them. Please, stay.”
He picked me up off the bed, kissing me deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs were wrapped around his torso, his hands were holding me up by my ass. He was teasing my pucker from the outside of my panties- I’d taken off my shorts a while ago.
Suddenly, James gasped, nearly dropping me. “What-?” but before I had time to ask, I knew. I felt something move under me, and it wasn’t James’ hands.
“Since you’re not doing anything to help him,” Tory said from under me. “I thought I might.” I hadn’t realized the moaning had stopped.
James didn’t seem to know what to do. I wiggled out of his arms, getting on my feet.
When I was, I grabbed Tory, who’s mouth was on James’ cock. by her hair and pulled. “Oh, baby, I like it that way.”
“Stay away form my man,” I said, whispered the threat in her ear. “Keep your hands off of him. He’s mine. Touch him again and so help me I will stick my foot so far up your ass you’ll taste my toes in your damn mouth.”
“I like it up the ass,” she said. Before I could do anything, she leaned back and locked her mouth to mine. It had been easy for her to get my mouth open, I’d been in shock for a second, and start exploring it with her tongue. I tried to pull away, but her hands were on the back of my head, holding my lips to hers.
I wanted James to say something, to do something, to get the whore off of me.
My eyes were open, I looked at him. He was sitting on my bed, dick inn hand, jacking off.
Tory’s free hand got in my underwear. That’s when I jerked really hard, actually pulling away.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” I yelled.
“Just having a little fun, that all,” she innocently. Her hand was quick, it tugged on my thong and before I could react I was completely naked.
Melissa was behind me suddenly, pulling my arms behind my back. She was stronger than I realized. She pulled me to my feet. I glanced back at James, finding him knocked out. Melissa must have slipped him something while I was worrying about Tory being all over me.
My sister was strong, strong enough to hold me on my bed, face up, while Tory tied my wrists and ankles to my bedposts.
Once I was spread eagle on my own bed, Melissa left after Tory gave her a look.
We were alone in my room. Tory stroked my hair. “You’ve got such a pretty face,” she said. “And an even better body.” Her hand ran body my neck, passing in between my tits and down my stomach. I shivered as her hand reached my pussy.
Her fingers ran up and down my slit slowly, feeling my erect clit and slick labia. She seemed to be saving my hole for last. She ran her fingers up and down for a second, not touching my love hole.
“You’re so wet,” she told me. As if I didn’t know. “Thing is, I don’t want you and James to be together. I’d actually rather you were with me. Your sister even agrees, we’d make a pretty cute couple. And you’ve got such a pretty pussy.”
That’s when she slipped her fingers into me. I let out an involuntary moan.
“You’re going to like this,” she said.
And I knew I was, even though I didn’t like her. I knew Tory was sexy. Sexy as hell. And she wanted me. Why would I not let her? I thought I was straight but in that instant I knew I’d be anything Tory wanted me to be. Why? Because Tory was the queen bee, she had a dominating air about her that just made you want to give in. I wanted to give in.
“You’re going to be my slave,” she told me. “You’re going to beg for this.” She got between my legs, her tongue sucked on my pussy lips.
I’m leaving the rest to your imagination. Tell me about it in comments.