Lisa and Diana Live Out Someone Else's Fantasy

Kyle, Jason and Diana shared one last look with each other. Kyle brimming with helpless anger and fury, Jason caught between desire and disgust, and Diana, playing her usual role of the distant observer.

"**** then, I suppose." Diana said to each of them.

"You mean you intend to go through with this?" Kyle asked. "To your own sister?"

"I don't have a choice, Kyle." She snapped at him due to his accusatory tone. "I don't particularly want to end up in the same situation, and it seems like we don't get a choice who we have to work with. Believe me, I'd rather not, but..."

"You're right." Kyle sighed. "I'm sorry Diana, I didn't mean to be rude to you. I'm just...this whole situation..."

"I understand." The long haired twin said. "Just...do what you can for Stacy, and I'll work with Lisa. Maybe it's better that it's us for the first time. It could be someone else, you know?"

"I guess." Kyle said. His eyes lingered towards Lisa for a moment, and Diana felt that he might want to say something more, but he did not. Instead he turned, moving with Jason towards Stacy who was still kneeling on the ground. The vibrators were still hooked to her collar, and she had cum at least once more while they spoke. She looked away as they approached her. Anya directed them to the far edge of the stage.

Diana took a deep breath, doing her best to steel her body and her mind. All right, Diana, you can do this. It's just your sister. I mean, you've never really wanted to do this sort of thing with her, but the two of you have talked about threesomes before. This is just that but, you know, without the hot guy you both want to fuck. Yes, it's in front of the whole college, and yes, people will be watching you, but thanks to the Rulebook, it won't be recorded and also no one will consider it out of place.

All right, you've got this.

She opened her eyes again, starting towards the wooden frame to which Lisa was strapped. Her twin was a real mess now. Her body was sweaty, her hair was all over the place. Her pussy was still dripping slightly, though her legs and arms had stopped trembling. Lisa managed a weak smile as Diana approached.

"H-hey sis..." She said. "This is....uh, this is a bit embarrassing."

"For both of us." Diana growled. "You heard what Anya said?"

"Yeah. Y-you gotta be rough on me..."

"I do." Diana nodded. "I'll try to make it uh...enjoyable, I guess?"

Diana realised she was blushing a little. Never before had she thought she would have to utter such words in front of her sister. Never before had she even considered it. However, now the choice was out of her hands, and she had to do so. She had to put on a good show, for her own sake as much as Lisa's. Luckily, she knew that her sister was something of a masochist, so that wouldn't be too hard. The problem was that it felt weird to be doing something like that to her own twin.

Slowly, Diana started to approach the frame. Even through her clothes, she could almost feel the heat of her sister's body. Lisa was still splayed out, her wrists and ankles secured. She could not hide herself, couldn't conceal her nudity. The wires still ran from the box to her chest and crotch. Though, the machine was turned off, they were still connected, and no one had bothered to remove them.

The two girls were face to face now. Diana, prim and proper, dressed fully, the ice queen of the school. Lisa, the fun one, the sexy one, now stripped naked, and pinned with her arms and legs apart. Her lower self soaking wet. They looked so totally different in that moment, twins or no.

"First, we should remove these wires." Diana said, reaching for one of them, her fingers wrapping around the rubber, and for a moment, she paused, considered. She knew that the crowd were watching her, as well as Anya. She had to do this right.

"Sorry, sis." She muttered. "I guess this is what the crowd wants."

Before Lisa could speak, Diana closed her hand about the wire, and pulled it with a certain amount of ****. Lisa yelped in surprise as her nipple was tugged, the suction cup spilling away. The motion pulled at her breast. Diana could see that her nipple was slightly swollen, engorged with desire and the aftereffects of the suction cup.

Lisa shivered as Diana slowly rubbed a thumb and forefinger across that nipple. Diana found that her skin felt soft, but warm. Lisa's chest was of modest size, and it was her first time touching the chest of another woman. She didn't know quite what to do, but she knew that Anya was watching, so she just did what she liked to do to herself. Her thumb and finger closed around the nipple, gently rubbing it back and forth. Lisa shuddered, her body still sensitive from her prior climax.

"Y-your fingers are cold." She whispered to Diana. Then, she squealed as Diana pulled out the second suction cup, from her other nipple. The motion tugged her chest forwards, but the restraints held her still, and she sagged back. Diana continued to toy with her breasts for another moment.

"You really enjoyed yourself, didn't you...?"

"Ah...Uh...."Lisa managed to find the strength to talk. "Uh, s-sorry, Diana. I never felt anything like that electricity before."

"Mmm." Diana said in a neutral tone. A moment later, even as her hand continued to stroke Lisa, the other one moved up towards her arm. She fumbled for a moment, and then her sister's wrist came free. Her arm fell, hanging limply for a moment as Lisa realised what had happened. She repeated the process for the other arms, and then for her two legs. A moment later, Lisa staggered from the frame, her skin was pale, but the marks where the restraints had held her was obvious enough.

"Knees." Diana said, reminding her of their situation. Lisa nodded, quickly falling to her knees even as she tried to message some life back into her arms.

Diana held the final wire which was still connected to her clit. She made to pull it as well, but paused, stopped herself. She had a better idea. She used it as a lead, drawing her sister closer with constant pressure. Lisa moaned, a sound which made Diana flush, begin to doubt herself. But she went on, knowing she had ****.

Lisa yelped as Diana tugged the clit-wire once, and then twice. Making her younger sister go weak at the knees.

"It's on there good and tight, isn't it?" Diana muttered. "Do you want me to remove it?"

"Ah! N-no..." Lisa managed. "I think it's staying there for a bit if you don't mind...?"

"All right." Diana said. "Now here's the hard part. You need to get me off somehow in front of the crowd, and you have to do it as a **** or else Anya will punish us both."

"Would that really be such a bad thing?" Lisa grinned up at her, now the two of them were close enough to talk without being overheard. "I know you've got to want to be here like I am, right?"

"That's not, I mean, why would I?"

"You do!" Her sister smirked. "I can tell by the way you're denying it. Face it, you can't fool me."

"Yeah, well, I'm the one with the clit lead, remember?" She yanked it another time, just for added impact.

"Youch! Okay, okay! I'm just saying... you probably want to be down here with me."

"That doesn't matter." Diana told her. "One of us needs to stay in control here. Since you're doing this, that's me. Now we can't talk much longer... it's going to get suspicious. We need to finish this."

"Yeah..." Lisa's eyes glittered. "I think I have just the idea..."

Before Diana could ask what she meant, Lisa moved up, propping her knees under her body, she managed to raise herself to about the height of Diana's wait. Diana felt Lisa's hands fumbling for the top button of her jeans. She heard it pop, felt the gentle pressure of the zip bring drawn downwards. Her hands lowered for a moment, as though to protect her modesty, but Lisa ignored it, and reached for the edges of her jeans. Diana felt them begin to drop, pressing against her naked legs as they did, the pressure of their presence falling to slowly reveal her long legs and smooth skin. Instantly, she could feel herself becoming the centre of attention. Lisa had been bared totally, she was old news. But the college ice queen? That was something people wanted to see. She felt their eyes on her, even as her twin slowly drew her jeans down over her legs, revealing her black panties. Mortified, Diana realised that there was a wet patch on them. Lisa spotted it and smirked.

"You're enjoying this a bit yourself, huh, sis? Tell me, did you enjoy watching it done to me? Or did you just want to imagine that it was being done to you?"

Diana said nothing. She said nothing as she felt Lisa's fingers at the band of her panties. They felt cold against her skin, drawing the fabric downwards over her legs, revealing her lower self, her pussy. Diana's mound was already partially spread, arousal had ensured that it was ready to be used. Her lips were so sensitive, she almost twitched as she felt Lisa lean forwards, her hot breath on her mound making her labia tingle with delight.

Diana felt Lisa press her lips to her mouth, the sensation was strange, but not as strange as she felt a moment later, as her twin's tongue pushed gently against her lower lips. Diana felt a bolt of lightning drive through her body, a shiver racing through her spine. Her hands clenched, as Lisa began to eat her out. Lisa was clearly not used to this, she had never done it before, but Diana was also already highly aroused and sensitive. It didn't take much for her to start to react, and after that, the other woman slowly began to hone in on her specific desires. Her sensitive areas, where she liked to be touched and where she didn't. Lisa's tongue entered her, slowly, but Diana could not help but jerk in surprise as the other woman's tongue found her clit. She gritted her teeth then as Lisa began to play with it, she began to suck on it gently, which made Diana hiss with pleasure. She played with it using her tongue, varying her rhythm and pace so that the other woman never knew what to expect.

Diana's climax was not a quick one. Lisa worked at her, changing her speed, her pattern, making it so that her sister never knew exactly what to expect. She groaned, and moaned, and shifting her body, her lust soaring, her arousal rising. Her toes curled, and her fingers went numb, as she felt it building inside of her. Diana didn't know whether to resist or not, as she felt her twin's tongue working rapidly at her lower self, her own spine was almost arched, and her eyes pressed tightly closed. It felt better than it ever had when she had touched herself, or even used any of her toys. It was just, amazing. An unrelenting, growing buzz of pleasure in her lower self. A tingling feeling that grew stronger and stronger until it was almost palpable. Not painful, but urgent, and growing more so.

A moment later, Diana came right in front of the student body, her eyes widening as she felt the surging roar of pleasure whip through her. Her nerve endings screamed, her fingers curled. She gasped, and then, at last, it was over. She panted for a moment, as Lisa slowly moved away.

Her younger sister's face was bright red.

"Um..." She said. "I hope you enjoyed that...?"

"L-Lis, what the hell?"

"I couldn't think of anything else!" Lisa defended herself. "And it worked, right? You totally got off to that!"

"That doesn't matter!" Diana scowled. "Well, I suppose it does, actually, but still..."

"D-Diana...?" Lisa asked slowly. "Do you think you could do me a favour? I'm not exactly going to be able to write in the rulebook for a bit, but I have an addition I want to add. Could you do it for me? Like, now?"

Diana considered for a moment. The crowd had watched the two of them, but now they had finished, its attention had switched to Stacy who was currently giving a handjob to Jason, pumping him furiously, the vibrators still inside her. Diana figured that would give them at least a minute or two.

"Sure, I guess." She said. "What do you want?"

"Well...."