I'm Gabbie. I'm 5'9, 160 lbs, 36 C breasts, I have long chestnut brown hair and deep green eyes. People have said that I have stunning beauty although it seems easier to spot it in Jackie than in myself. Jackie, you see, is my sister, my identical twin sister. I'm sure that you've heard that twins, especially those of the identical variety, are super close and that they have some sort of mental connection and while I'm sure that there are plenty of twins who are and do, we are not in that group. Although Jackie and I couldn't be closer in appearance, we couldn't be further apart in personality.
Jackie is outgoing, spontaneous and funny while I'm a bit of an introvert, I plan everything, and my humor is something that only comes out when I'm with my close friends. Jackie has this insane need to be the center of attention while I become insanely panicked if more than 2 people seem to be glancing in my direction at the same time. Jackie finds comfort in high heels and short dresses while I am most often found sporting tennis shoes and jogging suits.
Like our similar appearance, we were both blessed with an above average intelligence level. I, however, was determined to make my impression lasting in our high school by becoming a straight-A honor student, and Jackie was content to study as little as possible and become a B student without trying very hard at all. It wasn't a surprise to anyone that I became a member of the Dean's list at the local college and Jackie began a modeling career and dabbled in acting while trying to 'find herself'.
Our parents had decided it was time for them to travel in Europe so we were left in control of the house and a sizeable bank account for any problems we might encounter although nothing ever seemed to happen to us. All that changed one late Friday night several months ago, although the changes that occured then can't be erased or changed with any amount of money.
Perhaps the best way to describe it is just to take you back there and tell you exactly what happened.
'Gabs, I have to go. The casting director of the play that I've been understudying called. I have to go on tonight.' Jackie said as she ran down the staircase.
'Congrats. I'm sure that you'll do great. I wish I could come watch but I've got this exam tomorrow and I have to study,' I responded.
'I know, I know. Study first, play later. You always were the mature responsible one. My problem is David. I can't get a hold of him. We had something special planned for tonight and he needs to know I won't be here.'
'I'll let him know you had to go,' I assured her.
'Call him. If he gets here, well...it might be too late once he gets here.'
'Too late for what?' I asked.
'I don't have time to explain. Just promise me that you'll call him and you will tell him I'm not going to be home.'
'I promise,' I swore.
She thanked me and hugged me before she left. I just shook my head. Acting was definitely her thing, she had a flair for drama. I called David a few times between studing my notes but I still hadn't gotten a hold of him by the time I was ready for bed.
I tried one last time, leaving yet another message on his machine, before I closed up my books and cleaned up my study area. I slipped into my soft cotton night shirt and threw my hair into a ponytail before I climbed into bed. I had barely drifted off when I heard noises downstairs. I glanced at the clock and knew it was way too early for Jackie to be coming home so I climbed from bed and grabbed a baseball bat I kept near the door. I was just coming around the corner to the stairwell when strong arms grabbed me and tore the bat from my hand. I tried to scream but his hand went to my mouth as he pushed me through the door to my sisters room. He threw me onto the bed and held my head into a pillow. I thought for sure he would suffocate me but he whispered to me not to scream as he released my head. Scared to death, I didn't say a word. He tied what felt like a silk scarf around my mouth and then bound my hands behind my back with another.
I was so afraid of what might happen if I fought back that I didn't even move as he raised my night shirt up over my ass. He slipped my cotton panties down my thighs.
'Cotton panties, nice touch,' he whispered.
His words confused me but his voice stirred something deep inside of me as I tried to place where I might have heard it before.
He kissed my neck and I struggled against the sheets trying to keep his lips and even his breath off of my skin.
He released me and stood up and I turned over, flinging my legs to try to find him in the dark. One good strategic kick can end this whole thing, I assured myself. I managed to roll myself over but my kick caught his hand and he grabbed my ankle tightly.
'Trying to hurt me,' he cackled, almost laughed, as if something about this scenario could be funny.
He grabbed my other leg and spread them apart as he leaned down toward me. From the light through the window I could see him now and the realization hit me. It was David! This was the thing they had planned. Jackie had always told me that she and David were sexually adventurous and constantly trying new things but I never wanted to hear about those things. I was still a virgin and I planned to be until my wedding night. Another of the many differences we had.
I tried to roll away from him, kicked my legs, opened my eyes wide, and tried to scream at him to stop through the gag. All my efforts only seemed to stir him on further.
I managed to loosen the scarf around my wrists behind my back while he struggled to hold me in place and take off his pants. As he turned his full attention toward me again, I swung my arm and slapped him straight across the face, hard. I grabbed at the gag but he pulled my arm away from my face before I could get a good grip.
'I told you that I'd call you names, but I'm not going to hit you,' he whispered exasperately.
I just needed to get the gag off. I had to tell him that I wasn't Jackie and I was going to do whatever I had to do in order to do it. I flung my knee high but he anticipated my movement and pulled himself away in the nick of time. He slapped me hard.
'Alright bitch. I'll give you what you want,' he yelled harshly.
He pulled my arms high over my head and tied them together to the wrought iron head board. He grabbed a knife from the nightstand and cut my night shirt down my chest.
'Please stop,' I screamed but only muffled sounds were heard.
He traced around one of my nipples with the cold metal of the knife as he kissed down my stomach.
He licked hard across my clit and looked up at me.
'Don't act like you don't like it you whore,' he hissed. 'I know this is what you want.'
