"Shut up," Fiona said, laughing. "Just because she's got blonde hair doesn't mean she looks like me."
"She fucking does," Ria said. "She looks exactly like you. It's really weird. Honestly, next time you see her you'll see it."
"Whatever," Fiona said. "Well I'm seeing her later." Time to change the subject. "I was hoping to come around yours, but I forgot about this stupid Halloween party at my uncle and aunties. I can't even be bothered to go, let alone dress up."
"Sounds like it's going to be awesome," her friend said, heavy with sarcasm.
"Tell me about it," Fiona said. "I'll message you later. Sure you won't come?"
"No chance. Speak to you later," Ria said. "Have fun with your twin." She started laughing and hung up.
"Idiot," Fiona said. She dropped the phone on the bed next to her and sighed. She really didn't want to dress up. She wasn't even sure what she had to dress up as.
She then started thinking about what Ria said, about her brother's girlfriend looking like her. Of course, she had noticed a slight resemblance. Blonde, shortish, and petite. Their body shape was slightly similar. Did that mean he fancied that type of girl, did that mean Fiona herself was his type.
Sally was 20, the same age as Fiona's brother. Fiona was a year younger at 19. So the age difference was minimal. And there was no denying the similarities in appearance.
She couldn't stop the feeling that emanated through her body at the thought. She pushed the thoughts away that threatened to bubble to the surface, she didn't want to go there, not now. She knew what it led to and there wasn't time. Or was there.
Her hand was on her tight flat stomach, she stroked it, her fingers creeping lower.
She flinched as the doorbell rang. "Saved by the bell," she muttered, jumping up. She felt the frustration creep into her though. It'll just have to wait, she thought, as she ran downstairs.
She opened the front door to find Sally there, her brother's girlfriend.
"Hey," Fiona said.
"Hey Fee," Sally replied, pushing past her.
"Come in," Fiona muttered sarcastically. Grimacing at the shortening of her name. It wasn't the name that riled her, a few people called her that, including her brother, but it just sounded annoying from Sally.
Fiona followed Sally into the kitchen. Sally's pert little ass hypnotising her as they went. She had on a small pair of cream denim shorts, her pert little cheeks swaying. That and the red crop top left little to the imagination. Did Ria really think they looked the same? Fiona wasn't sure she could look that amazing, even if she wanted to.
She looked down at her white baggy t-shirt and grey tracksuit bottoms. Alright, she was ultra casual, but she still would never wear what Sally wore. Not that she judged her, of course, Fiona thought. Everyone should wear what they want, and if Sally wanted to dress like a slut then so be it.
Fiona coughed into her hand, scolding herself for the thought. That wasn't fair, Sally looked great and if she wanted to show it she should. Fiona just had this thing with Sally that she couldn't put a finger on. She had a habit of getting under her skin.
Sally dropped a carrier bag stuffed full of something on the table.
"Adam isn't due for a couple of hours," Sally said, going straight to the fridge. "I thought I'd come over early and we can try on a few costumes."
Fiona shook her head. Straight to the point as usual. She watched Sally pour two glasses of rose wine. Help yourself, Fiona thought.
"I'm not sure I'm dressing up yet," Fiona said. Sally spun so fast that Fiona actually jumped.
"You have to dress up!" Sally nearly shouted. She lowered her voice. "Please. It can't just be me."
"My brothers dressing up," Fiona protested. "You'll look good together."
"I know," Sally replied, and Fiona could see her eyes dreamily flick up as if imagining how great they would look. Fiona felt the urge to slap her. "But we girlie's need to stick together."
Oh Jesus, Fiona thought. "I don't think this girly even has a costume," she replied. "Unless I can squeeze into a 4 year olds princess dress." Thinking about it though, she wasn't even sure she had one of them when she was younger. She used to play things like pirates, or superheroes with Adam. She smiled at the memories.
"That's why I brought extra costumes," Sally said, grinning. "I've got lots of choices." Her pretty blue eyes flicked to the bag on the table. She passed Fiona a glass of wine before, taking a big chug of her own and topping it up.
Of course you fucking have, Fiona thought. "Great," she said, not bothering to hide the sarcasm. It went over Sally's head.
"I'm sure we can find one that'll suit you," Sally said. Her eyes judgmentally scanned Fiona's baggy clothes. "Maybe."
Fiona rolled her eyes as an oblivious Sally grabbed her hand and dragged her upstairs to her room. Snatching the bag off the table as they went.
It wasn't long before a variety of Halloween costumes were laid out on Fiona's bed. Fiona stood, slightly horrified, looking at the skimpy, or tight, costumes. Some skimpy and tight. Jesus, she thought, I can't wear them.
"Tell you what," Sally said. "You wear the catwoman costume and I'll wear the Harley one. I couldn't decide anyway. The catwoman one is slightly less revealing."
How the fuck can that be less revealing Fiona thought, looking at the tight trousers and the small leather top on the bed. Out of all of them though it was probably the least slutty.
Fiona picked it up and took it to the bathroom. She wasn't giving Sally any more opportunity for back handed comments on how she looked.
Sally stripped down to her underwear, a pretty black bra and panties that she had treated herself to recently. She ran her hands over her flat stomach and then over her slender thighs. Tempted to go somewhere else.
"Fuck," she muttered. "Why am I so horny." She sighed and stopped her hands caressing further. She picked up the faux leather leggings. She pulled them on, squeezing her thin legs into them. Pulling them up as high as possible, which wasn't very high.
They barely covered her narrow, bony hips. Her thin waist and toned flat stomach would be pretty prominent, she thought. She slipped a hair band on, her long blonde hair now hanging in a ponytail down her back..
She put the crop top on and checked the mirror again. The low v neck showed ample cleavage of her round pert orbs, squeezed together beautifully. Jesus, Fiona thought. It didn't leave much to the imagination. She stuck the mask on for effect and exited the en suite.
"Wow," Sally said. "You have an amazing body. You should definitely show it off more."
"Like a new car," Fiona said, again heavy on the sarcasm.
"Yeah," Sally agreed. Fiona didn't even think she listened. She was too busy laying out her costume.
"I'll be downstairs pouring us some more wine," Fiona said, leaving Sally to it.
"Can you bring it up?" Sally asked. "My make up will take a while. Don't forget your whip too."
"Yes boss," Fiona muttered. She turned and picked up the accessory. She then left the bedroom and headed downstairs.
Fiona dropped the whip on the table and went to the fridge. She took out the bottle of rose wine, unscrewed the cap and poured two more glasses, picking one up and taking a sip. She put the glass back down and picked up her phone.
She was bent over the kitchen worktop, texting Ria about how she was right, they did look similar, and about her stupid costume, she felt like an idiot. And shit was it going to be hot, she thought, they didn't design these things with chafing in mind. Her still present arousal didn't help.
Ria text back. Fiona laughed. Ria had asked how it felt to know her brother likes to fuck someone who looks like his sister. Fiona started writing a witty reply.
Fiona gasped as a hand went around her bare waist and one squeezed low down on one of her buttocks, fingers teasingly between her legs.
"That costume is hot," came her brother's voice. He pushed his pelvis hard into her and she felt his hardness press into her ass. She went to protest but his hand slid quickly across her flat stomach and down the front of her faux leather leggings. She gasped again.
She felt his fingers push between her pussy lips and her legs went weak with pleasure. She tried to protest, but it had been so long, it felt so good, she needed it. His finger running up the centre of her made her legs shake.
"So wet," he said. "I know what you want."
She moaned as the fingers left her, but gasped again as her brother pulled her trousers and panties down to around her thighs with a jolt, her pert ass exposed. She felt a finger enter her and heard the sound of him undoing his trousers. The fingers squelched deeper into her dripping cunt.
Shit, she thought, he's going to fuck me. She had to stop it going any further, she went to turn but all sane thought was obliterated as she felt the tip of his cock ease her open. Pleasure soared through her petite body as he stretched her wider, she wanted it deep inside her.
She pushed herself back onto him, a brief stab of pain but then just pure ecstasy. His thickness breaking through her tightness and sliding deep inside. She bit her lip hard, stifling a scream. His hand gripped her narrow hips and he pushed in deep, her pussy squeezing his thick cock.
Adam hadn't been able to help himself. When Sally had said she was dressing as catwoman, he had been horny as fuck all day, it was one of his top fantasies. And when he had seen her bent over the kitchen worktop, her firm pert ass sticking out, he hadn't been able to resist.
He had asked his sister earlier if she was going to the party and she had said no. 'No fucking chance,' were her exact words. She said she was going around to Ria's. He knew his parents were helping with the setup of the party, so the house was free. And his girlfriend loved a quickie.
As if to prove the point he felt her push back onto him and then start moving, her tight cunt squeezing his shaft. He slowly started moving his hips onto her, slowly fucking her. He loved the sight of the small of her back, and he gripped her thin waist as he slid in and out of her. Her ponytail stuck out the back of her mask and flowed down over her neck, her slender shoulders and neck on display. She was so sexy, he thought.
