Chapter Eight
We lie together tenderly later in bed, watching some romantic movie together although our eyes are more focused on each other than the screen. Pleasurably exhausted, I let my sister stroke me slowly and sensuously up towards another climax while I do the same for her, loving the sensation of her swollen bud trembling against the tips of my fingers. Her stroking turns to smacking after a while but I relish the stinging pain, riding the waves up towards my peak until we both come at almost exactly the same time with Molly's lips teasing tenderly over mine. Tiredness snatches me away into sleep within minutes and I know nothing more until I feel her weight upon me in the morning as she prepares to use me as her personal toilet slave.
I love the submissive act of lying there as she straddles me, her sweetness pressing down on my face. I willingly open my lips and wait, listening for the subtle but unmistakable sound. There is the slightest of hisses and then her flow floods out, splattering down inside my mouth and I swallow it down swiftly, knowing that this early morning stream will go on for some time. The taste is slightly cloying but not unpleasant at all and I drink down all her golden offering then lick avidly at her wet pussy lips afterwards, cleaning her up then sliding my tongue up inside her anus to pay homage to my mistress. Then we shower together and I wash Molly all over while she stands like Venus rising from the waves, water cascading over her beautiful breasts and down into the heart-shaped thatch of her honey-gold pubic hair.
It is an anti-climax as always to go off to work. I wish that I was at home tending to my twin's every need but instead I have to deal with people in the library. Demanding personalities querying why we haven't got certain books along with those slipping in surreptitiously to use the computers for an hour or so, viewing odd sites on the internet. I think there are more of the latter these days and I wonder if reading an actual book will eventually die out. The idea saddens me as I sit behind the counter and help with enquiries from the general public throughout the day until I can grab my coat and make my way back home to see my sister once more. What delicious dark delights will she have planned for me?
Molly
I have been in communication with Jack throughout the day arranging our date for later that evening. He had proposed the traditional taking me out for a meal even though it would be Holly naturally but I had suggested something a little different. In the end, he had, of course, acceded to my wishes as does everybody if they wish to remain in my good books!
Arriving home before my sister, I am excited about my plans and therefore I am not too impressed when she strolls in and asks innocently what is for dinner. I assuage my annoyance by ordering her to kneel and then touch her forehead to the floor, relishing the supreme submissive sight for a few seconds before I pull her skirt up and spank her beautiful bottom hard and fast, reddening it swiftly. She hisses and squeaks as my hand connects with her soft flesh and I can feel the stinging in my palm and wonder if her arse hurts even more. A cessation of hostilities as I ask her what day it is and she answers correctly then stays in position in bemusement as I inquire what that means.
"The weekend? Jewish Sabbath?" she ventures and I sigh and fetch a leather strap from the bedroom then idly swing it through the air and make the shiny surface connect with her pink cheeks half a dozen times.
"Think, Holly!" I snap out. "Another six if you cannot recall what is happening this evening!"
I give her a few seconds but she stays mute and so I swing the leather again and make it kiss her buttocks hard. Little cries echo round the room as the pain slides through her flesh and I wonder if Jack will notice the blemishes on her perfect skin when...if...he spanks her later on.
"Think about the date!" I add, giving her a clue by stressing the final word strongly but still she says nothing until halfway through the next set of six strokes, she blurts out the answer.
"Sometimes, I wonder if we have the same set of genes, Holly!" I state in mock exasperation as I stroke lightly over her curves with my hand and feel her shiver in response as my fingers lightly tickle up over her quim. She is wet as usual, secretions staining the gusset of her knickers when I pull them down and I smack her pussy lips gently after removing her chastity belt, chastising her for being turned on without permission before I tell her to go upstairs and get ready for her date with Jack.
After showering together, a time where I enjoy her soft lips nuzzling away on my puffy pussy lips until I come, we get dressed and Holly shoots me an odd look as I put on exactly the same outfit that I have told her to wear. I just smile back at her and keep her in the dark, making sure that we look absolutely identical even down to our shoes and the soft gold chain that we wear round our necks. She is puzzled because we never normally dress the same. That is probably a hangover from our parents making us do so when we were younger. Perhaps they got some perverse pleasure out of seeing people react or when our relatives could not differentiate between us?