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Samantha pulled into the parking lot of her college dormitory, putting the car into park when her phone rang. She looked at the screen, nestled in its pink case, and saw that it was her dad calling. She sighed and accepted the call.
"Hey, Daddy!" she said. "What's up?"
"I saw your grades," her father's voice intoned with his low, rumbling voice. "Yours and your sister's. I'm disappointed in you two."
Samantha rolled her eyes, her thin wrists resting on the steering wheel. "We made 'B's', Daddy. It's not a big deal."
"Big deal," he grunted. "What was it I told you girls when I paid for your exorbitant tuition?"
"That we'd better get either good grades or good husbands..."
"That's right," he said. "So I'm left curious as to what the situation with your suitors is."
Samantha popped open the door of her compact car. "And nothing more romantic than talking about 'suitors' with my dad."
Her father snorted. "Romance has nothing to do with it. I sent you to a school rife with prospective lawyers, doctors, and politicians. I had best not hear either of you playing at being the fraternity tramp!"
"Gross, Dad!" Samantha groaned, grabbing a handful of her dark red hair in frustration. "We've not dated anyone! We've mostly been... you know... meditating and stuff..."
"New-age horse shit. If I wanted my girls ending up like granola eaters out of some commune, I'd have sent you two to art school. I expect you to stop wasting your time with that nonsense and start networking with your sorority."
Samantha walked past several students lounging on the stairs leading up to the dorm. She paused in front of the door, pressing her head down against the brick wall as she said, "Sure, Daddy. Whatever you say. This has been such a lovely conversation. Shall we talk again soon, or will it be the customary six months before you reach out again?"
"Don't be smart with me. Do as I say. I expect each of your grades to improve, and to hear you've garnered interest from someone with high standing."
Clenching her teeth, Samantha moved to press the button to end the call.
"And cut the hippy bull crap!" he barked out of phone just as the call ended.
Samantha stuck her tongue out at her phone, then tossed it in her purse. "Goddammit!" she muttered under her breath.
A group of boys sitting around a table in the hallway laughed. She felt their eyes on her as she moved to the lift, making her freckled face blush. She kept her head down as the elevator doors closed.
As she stepped out on her floor and walked towards her dorm, she worked to cast off the foul mood her dad always left her with, but it was no easy thing. Her father had somehow managed both of the bad parenting extremes, both absent controlling.
Samantha knew it was no good brooding. What she needed was some time with her meditation app. The 'hippy bullcrap' had the dual benefit of calming her down and flagrantly disobeying his wishes, both of which did her a world of good.
Inside her dorm, she found her identical sister April sitting cross-legged on her pink yoga mat, already deep in her meditation. Her petite body, pale skin and lightly freckled face were a mirror of Samantha's, as was her short, red hair. She had a large pair of wireless headphones covering her ears, breathing deeply with her eyes firmly closed.
April sat oblivious as Samantha came and tossed her tiny purse on the dorm's dingy gray couch. She stood over her sister, feeling a twinge of jealousy that she had gotten to spend all morning using the special meditation app they had discovered last semester.
She could see her sister's eyes moving beneath her lids, entranced by the guided meditation flowing through her ears. April shivered lightly, and a soft moan rose from her lips.
The sound sent a fluttering down from Samantha's stomach and made her yearn for her turn all the more. She knelt down to take April's phone, the meditation app softly pulsing away on the screen. Her eyes flicked up to her sister, and she could see her nipples hard against the fabric of her pale halter top.
Samantha bit her lip, imagining herself pulling her thin top down and kissing her sister's cute nips. With a shiver, she shook off the thought. She'd had these strange thoughts like that more and more lately, and with increasing intensity.
And her sister had been having them, too.
"Silly," she said to herself, rolling her eyes. It's not like either of them would ever act on those thoughts.
Not again, anyway. Now that they had rules.
Samantha hit the button on the app to end April's session. When she did, her sister arched her back, making soft mewling gasps as the app administered the meditative climax that always came at the end of the sessions.
"Ooooh," April crooned, her cute, perky breasts shivering from post meditation bliss.
"Have a good session, sis?" Samantha said, smirking at her panting twin.
"Mmmm hmm," April murmured, her eyes hooded and dreamy.
Samantha's smile widened. "Good, because it's my turn now."
"Awww..." she said with a small giggle. "And I was just on a roll. You sure you don't have more registration stuff to deal with?"
"Nope!" Samantha said. "I get the app the rest of the afternoon, just like we agreed."
April picked herself up from the floor. As she did, her fingertips traced lines up the pale skin of Samantha's leg. She giggled playfully when her fingers encountered goosebumps.
"Ah! Come on, April," Samantha teased, reaching out and tickling her sister's ribs. "You're supposed to be relaxing after your session. The app said so, remember?"
The identical twins laughed and grabbed at one another, their hands exploring one another as they wrestled.
Eventually, April won the wrestling match and pinned her sister's arms against the couch. She leaned down gently and kissed her neck. "Why don't we use the app together again?"
The butterflies beneath Samantha's stomach fluttered again. The warmth between her thighs rose in intensity, making itself fully known.
"Not a good idea, sis," she said, trying to ignore her beating heart. "You remember what happened last time..."
April bit her lip. "I know," she said, letting her go. "It's just felt so weird these past few days. The bad thoughts.. they've been getting worse whenever I watch you..."
Samantha knew exactly what she meant. She had grown increasingly aware of the wet heat in her loins that flared whenever she heard her sister moaning softly through her turn at using the app.
