Ronda stood by the window, peeking out the curtain. Her boyfriend Mark had been out of town for two weeks, and he was due back any moment. The anticipation was killing her as she thought of the plans she had for their afternoon.
When she saw the pick?up pull up to the curb, she turned to Matthew, grinning from ear to ear. “He’s here,” she announced.
“Alright,” Matthew said. He sat on the couch and patted his lap. “Come here.”
She giggled and scurried across the room to perch in Matthew’s lap as Mark pushed the door open. She wiggled her bottom against him and he pressed her thighs apart, exposing the black thong panties she wore beneath her short skirt.
Mark stepped into the living room and the pair watched as confusion washed over his face. “What…” his eyes traveled from his twin brother, to his girlfriend, and down to the skirt, hitched up around her thighs and leaving little to the imagination. “What are you guys up to?”
Ronda smiled back at Matthew and then up at Mark. “What do you think is going on here, dear?”
Mark shook his head. “Matt?”
“No, I think you should talk to me right now,” Ronda said.
“Ronda, what…?”
I trust you had a good time on your trip?”
“It was alright. I missed you…” Mark started.
“Missed me. So you said. I’m glad you were able to fill the void with…what was she again?” Ronda asked over her shoulder.
“A slamming red?head,” Matthew supplied.
The color drained from Mark’s face as he shot his brother a dirty look.
“Oh no, don’t look at him,” Ronda said. “He didn’t have to tell me, you did.”
“What do you mean I did?” he asked.
“Good. I’m glad you aren’t going to try to deny it. That’ll save us some time,” Ronda said. “I picked up the phone while you were recanting the details of your victory.”
Mark looked as though he was going to be ill. “Don’t worry my darling Mark. I’m not angry,” she said.
Mark looked relieved as he dropped his bags to the floor and smiled. “Oh, so…” he started toward her, but she put out her hand and he stopped in his tracks.
“I’m not angry, mind you, but there is going to be punishment,” Ronda said. She grinned at Matthew over her shoulder. “I have it all planned out.”
“Punishment?” Mark’s smile faded.
“Yes. I have plans for you and your brother here, dear. You are going to prove yourself to me.”
Mark found Ronda’s eyes and offered her a sly grin. “Why am I more than a little bit turned on right now?” he asked.
Ronda stood up and looked at the twins soberly. “Matthew, Mark, follow me upstairs,” she said, and without a word of explanation she started up the stairs.
She was nearly to the top of the stairs when Matthew stood up and gestured at his brother. “We’re supposed to go upstairs,” he said.
“You in on this?” Matthew asked.
Mark shrugged his shoulders and followed Ronda up the stairs. His curious brother was not far behind. When the two reached the top of the stairs, they found Ronda sitting in Mark’s room, where she had pulled his desk chair into middle of the floor.
“Shut the door Matthew,” she said, and he did, leaving the twins standing just inside the room.
“What’s going on Ronda?” Mark asked.
“I’ll do the talking,” Ronda said. Her voice had a commanding tone that was more than a little out of character, and both brothers found it exhilarating. “Matthew, you sit over there on the bed.”
Matthew crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Mark, on your knees here in front of me,” Ronda said.
Mark laughed. “On my knees, huh?”
“Yes. Now,” she demanded. She wasn’t laughing.
“How is it that you think you are going to make me do that?” he asked.
“That’s easy,” Ronda said. “Matthew could you fill him in please?”
“Well, Mark,” Matthew said. There was almost an audible sound as Mark’s head snapped to the side to look at his brother. “How long have you are Ronda dated?”
Mark paused a long moment before he said, “A little over four years.”
“Four years and seven months,” Ronda said.
“Alright. And in that four years and seven months, how many private and completely embarrassing pieces of information do you think that Ronda has acquired on you?” Matthew asked.
“I?I don’t know, a few,” Mark said. His face was flushed as his eyes darted back and forth between his brother and his girlfriend. It was obvious he had a thing or two in mind.
“Hundreds,” Ronda said.
“That’s probably a pretty accurate guess,” Matthew said. “Let’s go with hundreds. So here’s the deal. You cooperate with what the lady has planned, or a lot of people are going to know a lot of very embarrassing, possibly very damaging, things about you.”
“Okay, I suppose I can play along,” Mark said quickly. He took three steps forward and stopped in front of Ronda. With a deep breath he dropped to his knees in front of her.
“I thought you might be cooperative,” Ronda said.
Mark started to say something again, but she reached out and pressed her bare foot to his mouth.
“We discussed this talking thing,” Ronda said, pressing her foot against his mouth. “Do you remember what I said?”
He nodded, his neck bent back as she pushed against him.
“Good. Now sit right there,” she said. “Matthew, get the rope please.”
Mathew stood up from the bed and picked up a coil of thin yellow rope from the floor. He carried the rope over and handed it to Ronda, then stood behind Mark, who was starting to laugh again.
“What are you going to do Ronda, tie me up?” he laughed.
Matthew pressed one knee against his brother’s back. “She told you to shut up,” he said.
