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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.

"So, your parents obviously know about your relationship, why do you need a beard?" Lana asked.

"A beard?" Sandy asked.

Steven answered, "A 'beard' is a term used by gay people when they marry or are in a relationship with a person of the opposite gender, in order to hide their sexuality, either from family or for like a political career. So in this context, we're using each other to hide our true selves from the world."

"Oh," Sandy said.

"We need a 'beard' because now that we're living on campus, friends are coming over and not seeing us dating anyone. I've brought Claire to a few parties to belay some suspicion, but I think we need something stronger. Also, Sandy and I talked about it, and we want children, but obviously can't have them together, so we need to start something that can eventually lead to that.

"We need someone who knows, understands, and accepts our incestuous relationship. Someone of the right age and with similar goals. If you think about it, you're the absolute perfect couple, at least for these factors. If we can't get along or don't like each other, then there isn't much we can do about that, but for now, for our goals, it's pretty solid."

"Okay..." Lana said slowly, "I can see that. We also need someone to meet our parents, to hide. We also talked about it, and we and our parents want us to have children. This does look like a good set-up," she glanced at Anton who was fidgeting. "We are going to talk about tonight more, which means no sex until my brother and I make a decision together."

"Alright, too bad," Steven smirked, "But I'm glad you're giving it due thought."

"Oh, we really are!"

They ate together and had normal double-date conversations, at least all of them but Anton did. They then played a board game and drank a little more before Lana said they were going to head out. She went to Steven, stood on her tiptoes, gave him a quick, but intimate kiss, and then whispered in his ear, "I like you. I want this work. Anton, despite being quiet, does like Sandy. That's what all that Russian was about. He's just shy. If you can get Sandy on board, we 'will' be doing this again. And next time sex 'will' be on the table. Maybe even that table," she pointed at the kitchen table and laughed.

Steven grabbed her chin and kissed her again, more passionately, "Deal. And the table is strong enough, we've tried it before." They both laughed.

Sandy went to Anton, hugged him and then pulled his head down and gave him a quick kiss, "It was nice to meet you, Anton."

He blushed, but said, "You too. I had fun."

Once they were out the door, Sandy turned and jumped Steven, wrapping her legs around his waist and covering him with kisses. "I'm horny!" Sandy pleaded. "I thought we were going to fuck them!"

"I tried." He said, then walked to the couch, and sat down hard with Sandy straddling his waist. "Did you like Anton?"

"He was too quiet, he only said a handful of words to me all night, and he's kind of weird."

"Weird? Says the girl who likes to be tied up and plowed by half a dozen men?"

"It's a different kind of weird," she pouted.

"Will you at least keep going on dates with us?"

"I don't know. He's not really my type."

"Is there anything I can do to convince you?" Steven asked as he roughly grabbed her ass.

She moaned, "If you tie me up and fuck my ass, I'll give you one more date."

"Oh, no!" Steven put the back of his hand to his forehead and in mock distress said, "How will I ever handle paying such a high price? I just hope I have the will and strength to do this task for you!" He then jumped up, threw her over his shoulder, smacked her ass hard, and rushed back to his bedroom.

He set her on the floor and lifted her sundress over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, so she stood there in just a pink, lacy thong. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, lightly biting and licking. He then turned her and pushed her onto her stomach on the bed. He reached down grabbed the side of her thong and pulled it down her legs. Between her ass he saw a butt plug; she must have wanted or expected anal sex tonight.

Steven went into his closet, brought out a trunk, unlocked it, and then pulled out a bunch of things, and some white bondage rope. He then placed a blindfold around her head. He grabbed one of the ropes and straddled her back and let his hard cock rub against her through his jeans before he grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back.

He looped the rope around her wrists and tied it so she had very little movement. He then took the longest rope and looped it around her chest so that it circled her breasts in figure eight before he tied it behind her back as well. As he finished tying it, she moaned softly. He pushed her onto her stomach and tied the last pieces of rope around her ankles to the corners of the bed, spreading her legs wide. He stepped back to admire her sexy body. The white ropes contrasted nicely with her summer tan.

"I want you to fuck me," she said. "Use me however you want. Make me your toy."

He removed his clothes and crawled back onto the bed and slapped her ass hard. She moaned even as a red mark showed up. He then slapped the other cheek and the sound filled the room. He crawled around to the head of the bed and he gently slapped the side of her face with his hard cock and she giggled. He then slapped the other side of her face harder and she moaned rather than giggled. He set the head of his dick on her lips and she started to lick the tip.

He rubbed the tip of his dick against her lips so that his precum joined her lip gloss and made her lips glisten. He parted her lips with his dick and pushed between them. She began to swirl her tongue around his cock and he shuddered each time she licked the sensitive spot right underneath the head. He eased his cock further into her mouth. Sandy took his dick into her mouth with no problem. He thrust his hips slowly and fucked her mouth. Soon, he felt himself building toward orgasm and pulled his dick from her sexy mouth.

He moved around her and slapped her ass a few more times to make it red again. He traced his finger down her slit and she shuddered. Her pussy was drenched with desire. He slapped her ass even harder and left a complete handprint on it. He grabbed the lube and pulled out her butt plug. He poured some of the lube on her ass and rubbed it in until it shined. He then started teasing her asshole. He lubed up the silicon butt plug and spread her ass. He rubbed the end of the butt plug against her hole. She shuddered and moaned, but didn't say anything. He used the plug to spread the lube around her asshole before inserting the tip back in. He eased it in and out slowly a few times and each time pushed it in deeper. He added a little more lube to it and pushed it all the way. As soon as her asshole closes around it she sighed with a fluttering breath.

"You like your ass being filled?" He asked and slapped her again.

"Yes, Master," she moaned out and shuddered.

He slapped her ass a few more times. He then grabbed a dildo and used it to tease her pussy. He traced it around her mound. He caressed her sweet pussy lips with it. He parted her lips and run it across them before thrusting the dildo into her pussy in one quick motion. She gasped and moaned. He fucked her with the dildo slowly at first, but soon picked up the pace. He used his other hand to rub her clit and she started to twitch and shudder. He rubbed her clit and pounded her with the dildo as fast and hard as he could. Soon she cummed hard.

"Fuck!" she screamed. "That feels so good. That feels so fucking good."

He made her convulse as long as he thought she could take. He slowed down, until, finally, he stopped. He took the dildo out of her pussy and it was covered in her juices, so he brought it to her lips.

"Suck on it," he told her. "I want you to taste yourself. Keep it in your mouth until I tell you to stop."

She obeyed by wrapping her lips around it. He thrust it in and out of her mouth, making sure she cleaned all her juices off it before he let go. He slapped her ass again and she moaned through the dildo in her mouth. He removed the butt plug again, added more lube to his cock and her hole, and then plunged his cock into her tight asshole. She screamed. He began to pound her right away. His balls slapped against her wet pussy.

"You like being tied up and fucked?" He asked. "You like being used like my own little fuck toy?"

"God!" she mumbled then something else that Steven couldn't understand.

He switched from quick thrusts to long hard thrusts that made her body rock forward each time He slammed down into her. With each thrust, he let his cock almost completely slip out of her before he thrust it back in. He began to thrust faster and faster. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. He felt the orgasm boiling up inside me. His balls tightened and his vision blurred. "Oh fuck," he said. "I'm going to cum so deep in your ass!"

"Yes!" More mumbling.

He groaned loudly and his load began to erupt into her. It was so intense. After a few more thrusts that he was barely aware of, he pumped all his hot cum into her. He slipped out and he started to slump over. Her ass leaked and the dildo was still in her mouth. Once he regained a sense of himself, he pulled it from her mouth.

"God! Yes! Thank you, Master!" Sandy said. He then removed the blindfold but kept her tied. He then lay down next to her and looked her in the eyes.

"What do you really think of Anton?" He asked seriously.

"He's hot, but not 'strong'." She said as she readjusted.

"I don't want another Dom in your life and if you think about it, I don't think you would either."

"What!? I like Doms!"

"Oh, I know!" Steven smiled at her. "But you already have two Masters. Nathan and I have had many conversations and arguments about our positions and slaves and after two years we've come to an unsteady truce. A third would break that peace and I doubt we could all get along. Let me ask you. What would you do if Anton was one of your Masters and you married him; if he then ordered you not to be with me anymore, would you?"

"Of course not! You're my Master!"

"What if I told you not to listen to Nathan anymore?"

"You wouldn't do that!"

"If he were hurting you, I would. But, that's not the point, what if I ordered it?"

"Well... I agreed to be your slave first, so, um, I guess, uh, I would follow your orders."

"Thanks, but you see how hard that is? What if you had a husband-master? It'd be just as hard to turn him down. You don't need more Masters, a weaker Anton is a good thing for us and our future."

"But it's not sexy," she almost whined.

Steven laughed, "I mean you seem to get off pretty regularly with Dad, and he is even weaker. Why can't it be the same with Anton?"

"Um..." She paused, "I guess, I just always thought the man I married would be... in control. I guess I imagined it'd be you..."

"Yet... We can't marry, and this is the only way we can be together for life."

"But, I thought you wanted the marriage to be 'real', yet it sounds like you're okay if I treat him like a mannequin; a prop for the public."

"I want it to look like a normal-person marriage to outsiders, but we're not normal, we don't need normal, our marriages won't be normal, I'm okay with it not being 'normal', but it will be real, our type of real."

"I guess then I don't understand what that will look like," Sandy said.

"I'm not sure, I know what I want it to look like, but people are unique and I can't guess how they'll react to my wants."

"Well, maybe if he'll actually have a real conversation with me, then I can see if I can see myself with him."

Steven laughed, "Fair enough." He then untied her and they got ready for bed.

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Once Sandy no longer expected Anton to be Dom-like, she could relax into the next double date. She even started to find his shyness cute, rather than grating. They all went out for the next date, they even went to a place where they'd be likely to run into friends to help start the rumors. Sandy even found it fun to tease Anton a bit, grabbing and holding his hand, placing and rubbing her hand on his leg, whispering seductively into his ear; she was enjoying being a little dominant over him.

After they ate, drank, and talked for a nice solidly long date on campus, they walked hand in hand back to their apartment. As soon as the door closed, Lana and Steven locked each other in an embrace and furiously started making out, dragging each other to the couch, and pulling off clothes on the way. Anton turned and watched them intently, almost going into a trance and ignoring Sandy. She looked back and forth from the couple making out to Anton. She took a deep annoyed breath, while Steven doing something with another woman and forcing Sandy to watch and wait was normal, somehow, her date doing it to her made her upset.

She took the initiative and turned the recliner in the living room toward the couple, then grabbed and pushed Anton down into the chair. He resisted for a second until he realized he could still watch them while sitting in comfort. Sandy then knelt before Anton and started to unbuckle his belt and pulled his pants down a little. Anton didn't resist at all, didn't even seem to notice that much.