Chapter 41
Two years after their initiation into the club, the twins were in their new apartment, making dinner together. Once they reached the third year of college, classes ramped up and it was decided that they needed to be closer to campus to relieve some of the travel stress. Both of them, as well as their parents, were a bit unhappy about the change. They'd reached a comfortable routine, where Steven gave them all that they needed as slaves; most of their needs were being met, but with Steven moving away, their parents fell back into a lonely frustration.
So they moved together. They still returned home any weekend that Nathan and Ericka were there, and they tried to get home a few nights a week for food, laundry, and sex with their parents. But, in general, Steven and Sandy lived together, with Sandy switching between sister and slave when necessary. They slept in the same bed but kept separate bedrooms in case friends came over.
Sandy walked up behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, leaned her head into his back, and asked, "Are you sure about this?"
"I think it's necessary," he said, spinning around in her arms, leaned down, and kissed her. Plus, I think it could be really fun!"
"We don't need them," she whined and rubbed the front of his pants. "I should be enough!"
"It's not about the sex, at least not wholly; it's about hiding our relationship from the world and making a future for all of us. Them included."
Sandy leaned further into his chest, "I wish we didn't have to hide from the world."
"Me too. But we do, and this way works really well for everyone."
"Yeah... It does," she said reluctantly.
He kissed her again, then said. "It's just a date. Give them a chance, but if you truly don't like them, then we'll figure something else out. But, seriously," he held her face and looked her in the eyes, "Give them a real chance."
"Fine," she spread out the word like a petulant child.
He laughed that off and kissed her once again before returning to the meal. Once the meal was in the oven, they set the table, did some last-minute cleaning, and then sat together on the couch. Ten minutes after they sat down, the knock finally came at the door and they went together to open it.
On the other side of the door was a man and woman. Of similar age to the twins, the woman had long, straight, platinum blonde hair, was about 5'6" tall, a thin, fit, nearly perfect body, with what looked like firm c-cup breasts in her white tank top. She had bright beautiful blue eyes, a small nose, and a small puckered mouth. The only thing that may have kept her from being a perfect ten was a jaw and chin that were a little too strong and a forehead that was a little too big, but otherwise a head-turning stunner.
The man's face was similar to the woman's, but the strong features worked well on him. His hair was the same color as the woman's, but it was short and styled. He was a little taller than Steven and muscular. "Welcome!" Steven said cheerfully, reaching his hand out for a shake. The woman took it first, then the man. Come on in."
They came inside, sat on the couch and Sandy got everyone drinks then slid in next to Steven and placed her hand on his thigh in an intimate gesture. Steven noticed the possessiveness but didn't want to bring any extra notice to it. Once, they have settled Steven just bluntly said, "Okay, if there's one thing the Club taught me is that being straightforward about these unusual topics is the best and quickest way to avoid the awkwardness.
"So, I'm Steven. This is my twin sister and sex slave, Sandy. I am also a Master and have sex with my parents and we have a lot of sex with members of the Club. What we are looking for in this arrangement are partners that we hope to one day marry and have children with. We want to have partners who are okay with our relationship and our actions with Club members. To have them help us hide our relationship from the world. We are looking to see if you can be those partners."
The woman made a similar gesture with her hand on the leg of the man beside her and smiled at Steven and Sandy. Then said, "I'm Svetlana, Lana to my friends. This is my brother and lover, Anton." She smiled up at her brother. "We don't have as much sex with Club members as you do, Anton likes to watch me be with another man, then we later have sex together, so we only do private get-togethers with members. Before we heard from Alan and read your e-mail, we hadn't really thought about our future relationships or children. But, since then, we've talked, a lot, and we agree with your assessment; we don't want to end our relationship with each other and your idea sounds like it could work well for everyone. As long as we can all get along," she added.
Steven released the tension he didn't know he was holding, the first step went well. "I'm glad you've given this so much consideration."
"How do you see this going?" Lana asked.
"First, we should establish if we're physically attracted to each other." He paused and looked at Lana, "I find you incredibly sexy Lana."
Lana gave a girlish giggle and smiled at him, "Well, normally I like my men a little bulkier," she grabbed her brother's arm muscle. "But, you're pretty hot."
"Sandy?" Steven asked her.
"I mean, I don't really have a solid type, but yeah, um, Anton, you're totally hot! And I think you are too, Lana." She said embarrassed.
Anton looked at Sandy and then back at his sister with a pleading look in his eyes. She nodded back at him, and then he said, "Yes, Sandy. I also think you're cute; your body looks nice..." he said in a shy, quiet voice, trailing off.
"Good!" Steven said, "That's a great start. We should also consider having sex tonight. Make sure we're sexually compatible before we get too deep. In the meantime, we should try to establish some boundaries."
"Sex already," Lana smirked as she said it.
"We're all part of a sex club; it's not that crazy," Steven joked back.
"Fair," Lana laughed. Steven liked her laugh and her sense of humor.
Anton said something to Lana in what sounded like Russian, and she answered back in the same.
"Russian?" Steven asked once they stopped talking.
"Da," Lana said bringing out an accent she wasn't using before. "Our parents were both born in Russia and work in a business that brings them back there for at least two months a year. They mostly speak Russian at home, so we're fluent."
"Nice, that accent is sexy," Steven said and she smiled back at him.
Soon dinner was ready and they continued their conversation while eating. Anton seemed very shy and almost anything he said that wasn't directly asked of him was said in Russian to his sister. Steven could tell this was bothering Sandy, but he liked Lana and wanted this to work; he just didn't know what to do about it.
