Three Is the Magic Number

A sequel to Twin Flames Burn Brightest for a commission for Blue_Gator

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Evie groaned mutedly through the large ball gag in her mouth, back arching as another orgasm rolled through her. Her hands were cuffed and attached to the headboard above her, her nipples were pinched tightly in a pair of clover clamps, making each heaving breath ache, her ankles tied spread eagle to the baseboard. Taped and bound to her right leg was a large Hitachi wand that vibrated on its highest setting, sending wave after wave of unrelenting pleasure through her. There was drool running down her chin and cum running down her thighs, Evie twisting and moaning as another orgasm was dragged out of her, a pleading look in her eyes as they met the ones watching her from the foot of the bed.

There was an echoing muted moan from beside her, but Evie didn't need to turn her head to know who it was or why they were moaning. Charlie's right leg was bound to her left, trapped in the same helpless bondage she was, cumming as hard and as endlessly as she was at the mercy of the woman watching them both moan and squirm in tortured ecstasy.

The woman walked to Evie, roughly tugging the gag from her mouth and gripping Evie's chin in her hand, "Have you had enough slut?"

"Y-yes Mistress." Evie nodded, moan now loudly audible as she came again, whimpering as she pulled in her restraints, "I'm sorry Mistress."

"I bet you are." The woman tutted, pulling at the chain between Evie's clamped nipples and grinning as it made Evie cum even harder than she had done previously, "Let's see if we can get you free, huh?"

Instead of trying to release her bondage, the woman walked around the bed to Charlie and removed her gag too, thumb wiping the drool from Charlie's chin as she shook her head at her.

"So Charlie... are you ready to stop too?"

"Yes Mistress." Charlie gasped, an orgasm ripping through her as she bit her lip, "I... I..

fuckkkk..."

Charlie came again, hearing Evie do the same next to her which only heightened the arousal she was feeling, her head turned to look at the woman grinning down at her, stroking the inside of her thigh as Charlie bucked and whined at the added stimulation.

"Well then." The woman sighed happily, "Tell me your dirtiest fantasy. The ones that involve you and Evie doing the most sinful things to each other. And make it a good one, because whether I let you stop or leave you both here to keep cumming like the whores you are until the morning depends on what you tell me."

"Oh god um..." Charlie's brain was addled with desire, trying to make herself focus even as she came again, "T-there's this... this one that I can't shake I- I- Jesus fuck, okay... okay... we're um, it's a normal day but all of s-sudden we..."

Charlie moaned loudly and desperately, turning her head to look at the woman listening intently to her, "Can you t-turn it off? Just for a minute so I can- ah!"

Charlie cried out as the woman slapped her left breast, gripping her chin as she had Evie's, "You stop only if I deem the fantasy good enough. Continue."

"I-it's a normal day." Charlie bit her lip, Evie's long moan next to her reminding her that she wasn't just doing this for her, "All of a sudden our phones are b-blowing up and- and- there's all this stuff online about the Evans twins being- being kinky whores."

Evie groaned as the woman moved to her side of the bed again, rubbing at her sensitive nipples as she whimpered and pressed herself into the touch, still cumming furiously, ears pricking as she listened to Charlie's fantasy for the two of them.

"Mmm... fuck..." Charlie hissed, pulling at her cuffs around her wrists as her overly sensitive clit continued to be stimulated, "One of our s-sex tapes got leaked we- it changes up, s-sometimes it's the one where Evie's tied wide open and I- I'm making her suck on the thick- thick dildo attached to the headboard while I e-edge the fuck out of her-"

Talking about the sex tape made both twins come hard, the woman grinning at both of them, knowing exactly what she'd done to them. Charlie was whimpering as she tried to focus again, hands grappling at the air.

"Or it's the o-one where Evie tied my ankles to the headboard and sp-spanks my pussy with a paddle until I cum. Or the one that- that- that Evie had put me in chastity for three day b-beforehand and I'm just so fucking desperate-"

Evie's loud and enthusiastic moan from next to her cut Charlie off, "God that was s-such a good one..."

"Dirty slut." The woman hissed in Evie's ear as her teeth nipped at it, making Evie groan, "Getting off on Charlie's sordid fantasy, she hasn't even finished yet."

"I'm so desperate and I-I'm doing whatever she wants, I lick her pussy for h-hours, I-I'm talking about what a w-whore I am, I'm bouncing on her strap... it's so h-hot." Charlie bit her lip, back arching as she came again, Evie lewdly moaning next to her, the woman reaching over to pull on the chain between Charlie's nipple clamps.

"Ah, shit, fuck!"

"Is that all you have for me?" The woman arched her eyebrow as Charlie came hard, "Really?"

"N-no!" Charlie cried, chewing on her bottom lip. "E-everyone finds out. Mom, dad, our wh-whole family, our f-friends, our

exes

. It's carnage but- but we don't care... we're going to keep d-doing it... and then- and then- at our door are the e-exes, everyone we've ever f-fucked with fistfuls of cash- ah..."

Charlie writhed against the vibrator as she came again, feeling her wrists start to bruise in her restraints but not giving a damn, too lost in her own fantasy right now.

"Oh god... oh god, oh god, oh god..."

Charlie turned her head to look at Evie, finding the woman had untied the vibrator from Evie's leg and was now pressing it hard into her clit, rubbing tight circles against her overstimulated bundle of nerves, Evie screaming out another orgasm.

"Keep going." The woman smiled nonchalantly, Charlie's eyes black with desire as she watched Evie cumming hard, "Can't you see the dirty little whore is getting off on it?"

"We're all in here, in the playroom..." Charlie swallowed thickly, "Th-they're paying us to do... do the things in video, to d-do anything they can think of. Lick each other's p-pussies, f-fuck each other stupid, b-bite her nipples, pull her h-hair... we do it all, n-not for the money, but because

god

I just c-can't get enough of Evie's pussy man..."

Charlie crashed into another orgasm with a strangled cry, Evie's moan so loud it echoed around them. The vibrating against her clit finally stopped, Charlie sagging against the mattress, covered in a sheen of sweat and her own cum. Evie had stopped cumming too, both of them panting hard, limp in their restraints. The woman quickly untied them and removed the nipple clamps, gently helping Charlie to sit up first and passing her a bottle of water and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

"Are you okay Charl?"

"Yeah." Charlie smirked, "Pretty sure I can't feel my clit anymore though..."

The woman giggled a little before moving to Evie, helping her to sit up too, Evie's head resting in the crook of her neck.

"What about you Evie, you good?"

"Mhm." Evie nodded, nuzzling at the woman's neck, "That was amazing... I needed that baby, thank you."

"It's alright." Rachel shrugged a little, kissing the crown of Evie's head, "I got so lucky that my wife and her twin happen to be the two hottest whores on the earth. It should be me thanking the two of you for letting me share this with you."

It had an unexpected year for Evie and Charlie to say the least. When Evie had met Rachel nearly four years ago now, something clicked, something that she'd never felt for anyone before. Even that first date had left her giddy, practically bouncing back into the house when Rachel had dropped her off.

"Charl, Charlie! Are you home?!"

"Woah, Evie, take a breath!" Charlie looked over from the sofa, smirking at her twin, "That was either a really good date or a really bad one..."

"It was the

best

." Evie squealed, bouncing down on the couch next to Charlie, eyes sparkling with excitement, "God, she was so funny and so smart... we talked all night, she took us to this cute little Italian place, she's a music producer, do you know she worked with P!nk on her new album?! She speaks three languages too, she's got the cutest golden retriever, she likes hikes and camping and musicals and-"

"Evie, breathe!" Charlie laughed, resting her hands on her shoulders, "She sounds great. I don't think I've ever seen you like this after any date, nevermind a first one."

"I know." Evie breathed, turning on the couch so that her head rested in Charlie's lap, grinning up at her, "We're going out again tomorrow, I... I can't believe how excited I am for it."

Evie's excitement continued through every date after that, and when Charlie met Rachel she understood why. No-one had ever complimented her sister so perfectly, no-one had ever cared about Evie this much. It helped that she was indeed hilarious, and witty, and had the same slightly warped sense of humour that Evie and Charlie shared. Charlie got it, Rachel was every bit the other half of Evie, and until she saw it for herself Charlie never believed that such a person existed. Surely there was no-one that understood Evie better than Charlie and vice versa, but here she was. A stunningly beautiful redhead that loved and adored Evie with the reverence that she should, that understood her as much as Charlie did.

But as happy as that made Charlie (and it really did), there was a twinge of sadness as well because Charlie knew what was coming. She saw it, felt it the way that Evie was when they played their kinky games. Evie was pulling away, there was guilt in her eyes, she was instigating it far less... so when she sat Charlie down one night and told her that she needed to put a stop to their kinky relationship it was the furthest thing from a surprise.

"Charlie?" Charlie looked up from the ground, finding Evie's face full of concern and slightly tearful, "Are you mad at me?"

"No." Charlie shook her head furiously, grinning a little as she did, "No, of course not, I get it."

"I'm sorry." Evie sighed softly, "I just... I feel so guilty about it, I never used to but with Rach-"

"I know." Charlie shrugged tearfully, "She's your forever person, Rachel's amazing Evie, if it was anyone else then I might be mad, but that woman? Nah, trust me, you're going to be with that girl forever."

"Thanks Charl." Evie beamed at her, wiping at her cheeks, "I still love you y'know? You're always going to be my twin."

"No duh." Charlie smirked, "Like you could ever get rid of me for good."

Charlie respected Evie's decision and worked hard to find a suitable replacement for their kinky trysts. Not there was ever a replacement for Evie, no-one would ever come close, but there were

plenty

of women that could scratch that itch for a little while. Charlie had a good friend from college that worked as a professional domme and was more than happy to offer her services to try and alleviate some of the pent up tension that Evie no longer could. It was a good arrangement, and along with the string of one night stands and short-term girlfriends, served her very well over the following three years.

Still, there was always something... missing. Something just out of reach that no-one would ever be able to live up to, and that niggled away at Charlie. She hated herself for thinking it, hated that she couldn't just let go, but Charlie really missed Evie. It was far easier for Charlie to bury herself and her excess energy into her humanitarian work instead, far more focused on her time at The Trevor Project than the aching gap Evie had left. They still saw each other all the time, hell, they were barely apart even now that Evie and Rachel had gotten married and moved in together, but that dynamic that they'd lost (for incredibly valid reasons that Charlie was in position to begrudge) was far bigger than either of them wanted to admit out loud.

Because Evie was feeling it too. It wasn't that things with Rachel weren't perfect, they absolutely were, they even had a kinky sex life not entirely dissimilar to the one that she used to have with Charlie, but there was still a niggle of something missing, something... something Evie could only have with her twin connection.

Which is why, when Charlie started to blur the boundaries again, Evie didn't exactly fight that hard to maintain them. At first, Evie could just write it off as accidental: the occasional brush up of Charlie's hand on her ass when they were at a family gathering, or a text to her phone that was clearly meant for someone else ("You still on for tomorrow? I've been dreaming about licking that hot pussy of yours until you scream"), but the longer she let it slide, the more brazen Charlie got.

The 'accidental' texts got lewder and lewder (Charlie's latest had consisted of one reading "Wish this could be you? 😜'' with a picture of Charlie hogtied helplessly and a thick vibrating dildo buried deep in her dripping centre, followed by a text reading "Oops, wrong person 😇"), Charlie's slip of the hand lingered longer and involved a level of pinching, squeezing or caressing that couldn't possibly have been accidental, and on a night out to a club for a mutual friends bachelorette party Charlie had actually

grinded

into Evie. The thing was, even though Evie was feeling extraordinarily guilty about it, she could also feel Charlie's brazenness working in the same way it had done their entire sexual lives, that pull she had felt since they had first started experimenting at eighteen years old was as strong as ever and just as hard to resist. Evie was loyal to Rachel, of course she was, and this thing with Charlie had never been about sex, it was about the release they both got, it was simply a further extension of their 'twin thing' and nothing more.

So when, at a family gathering out of state about three months after Charlie had started her not so subtle attempts to lure Evie back in, Charlie bumped up behind her, hand grabbing her ass and giving it a tight squeeze and a breathy "whoopsie" was murmured against her ear, Evie felt her resolve break. It wasn't cheating, she didn't think of Charlie in that kind of way, she was her

twin

after all, but Evie needed that release that they used to have like an addict needed a fix.

Evie grabbed Charlie's arm and dragged her to the corner of the reception room that they were in, making sure absolutely no-one could overhear them.

"You win." She whispered, meeting Charlie's eyes and feeling a familiar tingle up her spine as Charlie gasped softly at the burning lust she knew she could see in her eyes. "I need you Charl, okay? You win. Make me submit. Please..."

"I knew you'd cave..." Charlie looked like the cat who got the cream as she smirked at Evie, "My hotel room, ten minutes. Don't you dare be late."

Evie was outside Charlie's bedroom door eight minutes later, her stomach full of butterflies and a small amount of guilt, but not enough to dissuade her from doing this. She needed this, it wasn't just a case of want, it was a

need

, she'd tried so hard to stop, to cut this kinky relationship with Charlie out of her life but she just couldn't do it. Evie needed this tonight, even if she knew no-one else in her life would understand it.

Taking a deep breath, Evie knocked on the hotel door, the one right next to her own, the one connected with an adjoining door, the one... the one she was sharing with her wife. Before she could spiral more, Charlie stood in front of her with a sly smirk, wordlessly grabbing her wrist and tugging her inside, practically throwing Evie up against the hastily closed hotel door, a hand resting around her throat as she pressed her body against hers.

"Couldn't resist me any longer huh Evie?" Charlie chuckled huskily, "You know you're going to pay for every minute of the last three years that you've made me wait right?"

Evie nodded meekly, her mind far too scattered and loud to find words right now. Because as wrong as she knew this was, it didn't feel that way, not even a little... god how she'd needed this, how badly she had wanted to cave to Charlie earlier, to turn up at any point in the last three years and beg her for this. Evie needed to submit to Charlie right now, she could hate herself for it later, Charlie would undoubtedly help her deal with all that later...

Charlie spun Evie so that she was pressed against the door with her back to her, making short work of the fastenings on the back of her dress as she let it fall in a heap to the floor around her feet. Her hands roamed over Evie's ribs, Evie gasping lightly as she felt Charlie's fingers scrape over them, leaving angry red marks in their wake.

"I bet you're wet already aren't you?" Charlie smirked against the skin of her neck, pushing Evie's legs apart with hers and rubbing against the wet patch on the crotch of her underwear as Evie let out a soft moan, "God you're such a slut Evie, not even being married could change that..."

Evie was starting to whimper as Charlie's fingers continued to rub hard at her folds through the lace of her underwear, pressing herself back into her. How Charlie continued to be so freaking intoxicating after all this time, Evie would never know, but she was instantly wrapped in their games, in their freaky kinky twin thing before she'd even really had time to register it was happening.

Charlie's hand wound into her hair and pulled her away from the door, dragging her into the middle of the room, her other hand expertly unclasping her bra. Evie let it fall away without any resistance, stumbling a little as Charlie pushed her to her knees.

"Such a willing whore for me, even now." Charlie hummed, shaking her head a little as she moved towards the bed where sat a huge travel bag, rummaging through it until she found a pair of handcuffs, Evie cocking an eyebrow at her, "What?! I knew you couldn't hold out much longer Eve, so I made sure I came prepared to absolutely ruin you."

A smirk tugged at the corner of Evie's lips as she felt herself relax a little. This was so normal, whether it

should

be or not was irrelevant, it was, and no-one could possibly make her feel guilty for that. She and Charlie had been this close their entire lives, long before Rachel came along, so why should she feel bad about it?

Charlie pulled her wrists behind her back, Evie's mind now once again on her wife, the woman who was potentially in the adjoining room. Maybe she shouldn't do this, it wasn't too late for her to back out of this, all she had to do was tell Charlie that she couldn't do it and then she could back to pretending that she didn't need this, that she was just a regular person who didn't need to be tied up and fucked by her twin.

What was she thinking? She was the one who had initiated this tonight, she-

Evie was snapped from her spiral as she heard the adjoining door between the two hotel rooms open, panic surging through her as she watched Rachel enter the room. How the

fuck

was she supposed to explain this?! What possible reason was there for her to be virtually naked and handcuffed at her twin's feet?!

"So, what do you think?" Charlie's smirk was evident in her voice as Evie's head whipped around to look at her, utterly confused. Was Charlie really acting like this was a normal thing for her wife to catch her doing?!

"I've never seen her be the one

in

handcuffs before..." Rachel whispered, Evie's eyes meeting hers and taken aback by the longing and lust she could see in them, "She looks... hot."

"Right?" Charlie ran her fingers through Evie's hair, "Does that mean you're still okay with this?"

What?!