Part 2: Karianne and Anne, the Twins

The memories of Anne’s submission and the strange deal that Karianne wanted you to make, intrigues you, and you know that doing twins are one of those dreams you just don’t let slip. You walk calmly toward the end of the hall, but as you pass the bathroom door, it opens up fast. It couldn’t have been closed since you never heard the handle, so you turn around to find out who waited for you there. In the doorway Anne stands with a soft panic in her eyes and still wearing only her T-shirt. She beckons you in, and you chose to quickly step inside with her.

“You wanted something, pet?” you ask her and she turns instant red around her nose.

“N-no…”

“No?” you raise an eyebrow,
“Then what are you doing here.”

“Yes, well I wanted you,” she answers testily with a pause hanging in the air. You move closer to her, and even though she tries backing up she soon finds the towel cabinet against her back. I step close enough so out bodies connect and slip a finger under the hem of her T-shirt, slipping right into a soaking wet little slit.

“I see,” you bend your finger to stroke her slit all the way up to her nub and she shudders.

“I-I mean, I wanted to talk to you,” she stops once more and when you do too she whines for a moment, then starts hastily adding, “I wanted t-to talk to you about before. When…when you…” she’s blushing now and you start removing your finger.
“Ass! When you fu-did me in the ass.” You return your finger and restart your work on her pearl.

“Mmm hm?” you ask with added incentive to go on.

“And I want,” she hesitates once more and you stop for less than a second before she throws her words out in panic.
“Please do me again!”

“Will you allow me this then?” you ask, sliding your thick digit inside her pussy and probing her hole.

“N-no, I cant,” she stutters once more.

“You said that same thing when I took your ass,” you add with a question trailing on your tone, as your other hand trails under her shirt to stroke on her ass.

“Ooh…yes.” She moans then flitters back to reality, “b-but that’s not the…” she trails off again.
“You took that!” she adds fast when I stop moving my hand on her ass

“Oh, really now?” you add in bemused wonder.
“And do you want me to take the other one as well?”

She hesitates, “N-no.”

You start to move away, “then we have nothing to discuss right now.”

“If I help you,” she blurts out and your hand starts to stroke between the globes of her ass now
“Oh god,” she breathes fighting an urge to stop you.
“If I help you take my sister’s ass,” you can’t believe your ears here,
“Will you t-take mine too?”

“Let me get this straight,” you lean in closer and your index finger buries itself between her tight buns and press on her backdoor, she just nods and breathes.
“You want me to take you here,” you’re finger breaks through her resistance in a deep push.

“Yes!” she gaps with her hands clawing the cabinet.

“And in exchange you want to help me?”

“Yes!” the finger goes in further and you keep clawing at her pearl still.

“Help me **** myself on your sister.”

“Yes, oooh!”

“And in her ass none the less.”

“God yes!” she moves against both fingers, seeming unsure where the pleasure is highest.

“And why would you do this?”

“S-she’s my sister, and I want…” she hesitates and you start pulling out the finger from her ass.
“I want her to experience what I got.” She answers fast, and when your finger re-enters her and you start fucking her hole she tells it all in fast short answers,” I want to see it. I need to see how good it looks. I want to see her pain. I want to see her humiliated. Punish her for always bragging. About having lost her cherry. Always asking me to lose it too. I want to see her cum. Cum with your cock up her ass. I need to see my sister fucked!”

These twins seem to be quite alike after all, and you feel a surge build deep in your primal being. You stop your ministrations and the poor girl almost deflates on the spot from the denied pleasure. You smile at her and taste your fingers before her eyes. You pull her from her safe spot and bends her over the sink, and raise her shirt over her ass. You crouch down behind her and spread her cheeks for your eyes to see her flaming red pussy running in juices and a burning red rectum above it. You lean in and lick her juices once and she squirms in soft love noises.

“I think I might just take you up on that offer,” you say to her backside and give it a soft rap.
“Now run back to bed, I seem to note a need to piss now that you’ve pulled my attention to this room.” She gets up and pulls her shirt down behind her, holding it there as she skips out of the room, she looks back at you with a beaming face and disappears down the little hallway.

You make your needed bathroom errands, remembering that a constant hard on stops the senses from picking up on basic needs. You throw some water on your face to freshen it back up from a action packed day, and takes your time to brush your teeth so the girls wont be bothered with your breath. You chuckle at this last gesture, because the two girls have now asked you on separate occasion from both to play the part of forcing yourself on the other sister. You get the notion that fresh breath might not be that important with those kind of fantasies.