The Show Must Go On

For a long moment, the twins looked at the notebook, seeing the words that they had written there. Diana felt a slow blush travelling across her face, yet at the same time, something else within her was stirring. She felt excited, even if she didn't quite want to admit it, part of her was eager almost now that the rules had been written. Her throat felt dry, and her hands were shaking just a little bit. Nonetheless, she slowly pushed the rulebook away, and then turned to look at her sister.

"I cannot believe I just wrote that..."

Lisa smirked, sticking out her tongue.

"Always knew you were a deviant, sis. But seriously, don't worry about it. This is just a game, right? We can do what we want, no problems, no side effects. Let's just have fun with it. We're allowed to do that. aren't we?"

Diana took a deep breath, and then nodded slowly.

"Yes." She said, and then, she repeated it again, more sure. "Yes, we are. You're right, Lisa. Let's do this."

Lisa smiled, reaching out to her sister and catching her in the shoulder.

"Yeah." She said. "Let's have some fun."

The two girls quickly set to work. Thanks to the rulebook, they knew that they would soon find a room set up for recording, and indeed, they quickly did. It was a large room that had not previously existed, now seamlessly melded to their home as though it had always been there. The two entered, curious more than anything else.

"It looks like a bedroom." Lisa muttered as she opened the door and the two spilled in. She looked down, the carpet was soft and plush, the room was light, and the walls were coloured a light blue tone. Not that she cared much about that, because her eyes were playing over it, seeking the rig she knew had to be there...

"Hey!" She said as she found the computer, moving over to it in a couple of strides. "This thing is pretty good! Pretty high end! Damn, we usually couldn't afford this... the camera and mic set up are really solid too, Diana! Look at this stuff!"

She turned on the computer, playing with the settings for a moment, then looked back to her sister.

"Yeah. It's got a connection to the site, and the recording software is really solid. Look, we've got multiple mics, several cams, viewer integration... fuck, this shit is expensive."

"I guess it's free for us because, well, you know." Diana said. Unlike her sister, the long-haired girl had moved towards the other side of the room. As Lisa had noted, the recording studio was made up as a false bedroom, including a large double bed, rather comfortable looking, and a series of bookshelves lining the walls. Under the bookshelves, there were boxes, but the boxes did not contain books. She flushed red for a moment as she saw the toys there, and felt the head radiating from her face as she turned back to her sister.

"We're pretty stocked up, anyway." She muttered. "There are a bunch of toys... all sorts...guess that we sort of need them, huh?"

"Yeah!" Lisa punched her fist into the air. "This rocks! We're gonna have so much fun with this, Diana, believe me! All right, let me just check out the site... Hmm. Www.TwinFun.com. Ehh, the name could use a bit of work, but let's see what's going on?"

She clicked on the hyperlink, waited for a moment as the page loaded up. The screen that showed was a collection of videos, a frontpage showing a number of twins who were currently active, and their various viewerbases.

"Oh kickass, we actually get paid for this." She muttered. "Didn't expect that. Well, in donations anyway. Look, we can log on here, and the password is the usual one... this is our account, you can see what we've done in the past."

"Seriously?" Diana moved towards the computer now, standing over her sister as Lisa navigated through the list of videos. She watched them scroll passed, one after another, reading the titles of each.

"Surprisingly, a lot of these aren't sexual." Lisa muttered. "I guess it sort of depends on the viewers, huh? Still, plenty of them are...hey, there's you, sis!"

Diana flushed for a moment as she saw the thumbnail of one video, herself naked with a vibrator's wire trailing down her leg. She froze for a moment as she looked at it, feeling a mix of shock and lust flash through her being. Memories of that video quickly followed, flooding her mind for a moment before she battered them back.

"This is weird." She said. "I remember that. Only I didn't up until I saw it..."

"A lot of new memories, sis." Lisa said. "I suppose it takes a trigger or some time for them to all come up. Seems simple enough, since we don't wanna get overwhelmed all at once."

"True." Diana said. "Looks like we do streams most days..."

"Hey, I wonder if we have a Wikipedia entry!"

"Why would we...?" But before Diana could finish, Lisa let out a cry of victory.

"We do! Look! Lisa and Diana Cormack!"

"Let me see that..."

Diana looked at the page, scrolling down rapidly through the sections of text, her eyes jumping from one headline to the next.

"There is....actually a lot." Diana admitted.

"I'll say" Lisa smirked. "Look here.... it's the sort of things we do, the sort of viewerbase we have, the sort of videos we've put out in the past... Apparently, the two of us are considered subs, and we've been the target of twin baiting in the past, making us do things that we normally wouldn't."

"I..think I remember?" Diana said slowly, half closing her eyes as the memories washed over her. She tried to cast her memory back to the time which Lisa was talking about. During their streams, they were obligated to complete challenges set by the viewers. These could be anything from ''draw a picture of a horse'' to ''Tell us your deepest desires''. The two of them couldn't refuse if a challenge gained the majority vote from the stream. Naturally, the challenges often turned sexual. Added to this, since they could not climax until the viewers voted to let them, quite often, these streams were a non-stop series of torments as they were ordered to do things to heighten their sexual desire with no means of release. Diana breathed deeply, realising that her nipples were hardening, poking at the inside of her bra. She remembered it. She remembered watching the chat page, seeing the responses stream passed too quickly for her to follow with her lust addled mind. She remembered feeling the gentle but insistent pulse of the vibrators in her pussy. They had ordered her to put them in, and sync them to the chat so the viewers could control them.

For what felt like hours, she had lain on the ground, one camera focused on her so that the viewers could keep tabs on her progress. Her hands bound behind her back, and her legs spread, she remembered the quiet desperation as her growing arousal continued to mount, until each motion of the machine sent shock-waves racing through her neither regions. She remembered doing her best to hold in the heaving, hungry gasps for air as the sheer growing delight drove it from her lungs. She remembered gasping and groaning as her pussy burned with desire and need, the growing climax slamming into an invisible wall, carrying her higher and higher until her whole body was tingling, until every sensation was a ****, and she still couldn't cum.

In the present, Diana shook her head, banishing the memory with a thought. Her hands trembled slightly, and Lisa turned to look at her.

"You okay, sis? You seem a bit pale."

"Fine." Diana said. "I'm fine... Do we...do we need to stream today?"

"Huh, not sure. Give me one second..."

Liva navigated back to the twin site, and then followed the link to their account page.

"Seems so." She said, after a moment. "We're due in a few hours, actually. We could do it now if you want...?"