Twin Pleasures

by Josephine Scott

  Title Page

  TWIN PLEASURES

  by

  Josephine Scott

  Kinks Books is an imprint

  of W&H Publishing LLP.

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  Previously published by The Olympia Press PO Box 148, Ryde, Isle of Wight, PO33 9BE.

  Copyright ©Josephine Scott

  The right of Josephine Scott to be identified as the Author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  Chapter One

  Interview with Tamasine Alexandria Webster

  Q. What is your full name and address?

  A. Tamasine Alexandria Webster, The Laurels, Salldown.

  Q. What is your date of birth?

  A. 19th September 1976.

  Q. Just for the record, Tammy, can you tell me something about your home life?

  A. What do you want to know?

  Q. If you were happy, if you wanted for anything -

  A. We had our parents, Adrienne and Martin Webster, loving doting parents, all that we could ask in the way of material things, food, possessions, and the non-material things too, care, love and attention, plenty of quality time spent together, family outings, holidays here and abroad, everything we could ask.

  Q. And college fees paid for you?

  A. Oh yes, nothing had to be fought for, no scholarship needed there! Annie and I went to College taking Business Studies, a general all purpose ‘let’s get on with it’ type course.

  Q. Now you have said that your sister has a hold over you, and that she ordered you to do those things which brought us to this point. Is that right?

  A. Yes.

  Q. Can you tell me about it?

  A. It isn’t easy.

  Q. You tell me in your own words, Tammy, how your sister got this hold over you.

  A. All right. My sister and I are identical twins, she is 30 minutes older than I am. From the start she was the stronger twin, always ordering me around, always expecting instant obedience from me. At times when I took it into my head to rebel she would exact revenge, either physically hurting me, throwing stones or pieces of wood, stinging me with nettles, pushing me down a hill, or some other terrible thing, taking away and breaking a favourite toy or ornament, destroying a book, cutting my clothes with scissors. I always covered up these things, took the blame for the damage on myself, so I earned a reputation for being clumsy and careless which was unjustified. For my own sake it was easier, less expensive and hurtful to give in every time, to do what she said without question.

  Then we went to school, where she learned faster than I did, so she made a point of wearing a chain with A hanging from it to make sure people could tell us apart and she wouldn’t get stuck with my poor academic record.

  Q. How did you like school?

  A. It was all right, we went around in gangs, we had friends, but we had each other as best friends, no one else come close. Annie saw to that.

  Q. Did Annie lessen her hold over you?

  A. Oh no, it was just the same. She did well academically because I did all the research, half the homework, most of the running about tracking down obscure thesis and papers.

  Q. And then what happened, Tammy?

  A. And then she found out she could imagine things, a spider, a snake, a mouse, and it would appear. Not for real, you understand, just the image of it, but enough to terrify people. I don’t know, because she never said, what made her start thinking about such a thing, how she found out she could do it. It was pretty scary, she used to send a class into uproar by setting a mouse among the pupils, or putting a spider on the teacher’s desk. I can’t do it, I’ve tried, I don’t have her ability.

  Q. When was this, Tammy?

  A. I’ve just realised, it was when she had her first period, when we became - women. I had my first one three days later.

  Q. What happened next?

  A. Annie discovered sex.

  Chapter Two

  Cool September evening hint of violet sky touch of melancholy riding the breeze. A night for lovers.

  The garage held tools, cans of oil polish, rags and the accumulated debris of years of storage, enfolded by the rough scent of dust, petrol, spider, a silent gathering, mice droppings, and the aroma of disuse.

  A silent gathering, Anastasia and Tamasine and Mark Richards, waiting for the church clock to strike the half hour, the moment Anastasia had decreed it would begin.

  Tamasine hung by her wrists from the overhead beam, strong enough to raise an engine well able to support a slim girl who would not fight or shout. In the naked bulb her naked body gleamed white and ivory, shadowed and lit, crevices and mounds awaited, begged wandering fingers and hands. Anastasia half naked, breasts bouncing loose inside a skimpy top, erect nipples showing clearly, skirt on the floor in the grease and oil, Mark good-looking and well developed, muscles rippling under tight ripped sleeve tee shirt, held himself rigid, fighting back need. He knew this body, this girl, wanted her now, wanted so much the pressure became a pain.

  But Anastasia’s domination was so supreme he waited, not knowing what he would be asked to do, only knowing he would do it.

  The church clock began to strike 8.30, Annie at last stired.

  “Here, Mark,” she handed him a small whip, coiled and waiting, evil as a small snake. He shook out the coils, and swung it round a few times, unsurprised, ready to carry out her will. Tamasine fought the silencing leather gag.

  The garage walls sharded light from racked tools, the shadow of the whip screeched across them, the sound of the lash meeting Tamasine’s body loud enough to thrill them all. And again, sharp lash on soft body, cutting across her back, her thighs, the tip catching a breast, navel, cheeks exposed and waiting, the last found them, wrote red lines of pain and tomorrow’s bruises.

  Tamasine spun and turned, her body crying for freedom. Her eyes showed pain but also complete submission to both her twin sister and the man who hold the whip. Had she been free to shout she would not have asked for mercy.

  “More, Mark more!” Anastasia, fingers massaging her own clit. “Come on, whip her properly!”

  Mark stopped and looked at her, saw the fingers busy inside her briefs, shook his head.

  “Damn it, Annie, why am I doing this and not that?”

  “Because I damn well said so!” Her face contorted with pleasure, orgasm shaking every part of her body. Tamasine hung watching envious aching and longing for her own release.

  “I’m stopping.” Mark threw down the whip in disgust, lifted Tamasine and set her on the oily patch.

  “Damn it, Mark, we weren’t through!”

  “We were, Annie, and if you feel anything at all for your sister, you’d know it too.” Annie went over to Tamasine untied her hands and then the gag. Tammy’s eyes were flooding with tears, she spat leather out and stormed.

  “What were you doing there?”

  “En
joying myself, sis, weren’t you?”

  “No I wasn’t!” Tears flowed, Tammy shuddered a few times, grabbed a dusty rag and wiped her face. “I hate you sometimes!”

  “No you don’t, kiddo, no you don’t, because I know what you’re feeling - I get double pleasure.”

  Tammy held out her arms, turned under the unforgiving light. Lines wove around her, uneven, here light here dark here on the verge of blood-letting here erotic and here sheer pain.

  “Look at me, you let him do that!”

  “Yes, and you loved it!”

  Mark looked at them, disgusted, ardour cooled, determination flowing away into the dusty surroundings. He pushed open the huge metal door with one easy movement.

  “I’ll see you girls another time. You’re perverted, that’s what you are!”

  The garage door slammed shut. Annie burst into giggles, after a moment Tammy started laughing hysterically with her. Clutching one another they shook with merriment, picked up the whip and scattered clothes, switched off the light, going back in the house.

  “Oh what a picture! His face!” Annie wiped her eyes and started laughing again. “What a wimp!”

  Tammy nodded, now serious.

  “We need to find a real man, Annie, someone who knows what there’re doing. I mean, look at me!” Mark, the most inexperienced of all the men they had coerced into their garage, and the most disappointing so far.

  Annie looked her up and down.

  “We do need someone else. You’re right, kiddo. No pleasure in that lot, was there? Oh the occasional one, here,” tracing a line across small round cheeks, “here,” a line from shoulder to waist.

  Tammy nodded. “Those were good, but - we asked too much of him. I hope we haven’t lost him.”

  “Mark? He’ll be back, where else could he get such adventures? Come on, we’d better get to bed. We’ve a long day tomorrow.”

  Climbing stairs, feet hissing on thick pile carpet, Tammy pulled a face.

  “Fancy spending a birthday being nice to all those simpering aunts, uncles and grandparents! If Granny Webster gives us a fiver, it’ll be hard going to say thanks, Annie!”

  “I know, I know, but enough small bits of money adds up to something worthwhile, kiddo. And - who knows what a birthday might bring?”

  “Bath salts and undies,” moaned Tammy, leaning against the bathroom door, absorbing coolness. “I’m gonna shower, Annie.”

  “Sure thing. Listen, see you in the morning, kiddo, and - Happy birthday in advance.”

  “Happy birthday. Annie.”

  “I bet I can guess what you bought me.”

  “What?”

  “Undies.”

  “Wrong first time.” Tammy laughed, gently touching her lines. “You’ll have to wait for the morning to find out.”

  “O.K. Want to know what I got you?”

  “New collar, I suppose.”

  “Metaphorically speaking, my dear twin, metaphorically speaking. Like me, you’ll have to wait for the morning to find out. Night, kiddo and thanks.”

  Chapter Three

  Q. How old were you when Annie discovered sex, as you put it?

  A. Seventeen. I knew something was different about her, we - talk to one another, you see, - I mean -

  Q. Telepathically?

  A. Yes, that’s right, that’s the word. Annie thinks at me and I think back. We’re that close. So I could sense a restless feeling coming from her to me, a - sudden awareness of her body and what it could do. She had this boyfriend at the time, Niall - Niall Hodgson, right dishy he was, every girl in the school was after him, but Annie got him. And like me, had him just where she wanted him too! He spent his lunch money on her, took her places, did things for her. And he sent away for things for her, got them delivered to his home address so our parents wouldn’t find out.

  Q. What sort of things?

  A. A small vibrator at first. Annie used it a few times, showed me how it worked, offered it to me but I said no. Then she said it was too small, too thin, it wasn’t doing what she wanted, and got Niall to send off for an eight inch big one, and used it to get rid of her virginity. Told me no man was going to take that from her. No man could say ‘I had Anastasia Webster first’ and get away with it. It gave her the edge over men which is what she wanted.

  Q. What happened next?

  A. Annie realised she was what is called a dominant. Niall was getting catalogues for her, sex toys and clothes, and she was turned on by pictures of women in black leather with whips and things, and fantasized about it. Niall was a wimp, despite being the hunkiest guy around school, and before long Annie had him tied up and was whipping him - Niall Hodgson! The school would die if they found out! His parents would too, and as for all his adoring fans -

  Q. And you?

  A. With the history of domination I’d suffered from Annie, I had to be a submissive, didn’t I? So before long Annie got other people, boyfriends who adored her, to hurt me. Wimp Niall started it, got a ping pong bat and spanked me with it, me bent over the work bench in the garage.

  Q. Did you like it?

  A. No, I hated it. But Annie insisted, and as she got my feelings she knew underneath my hating it was the feeling - a tiny feeling - of pleasure. I got that from obeying, rather than from being hurt.

  Q. Your parents never found out?

  A. No, they nearly always go out Friday nights to some dinner or party or something. The garage would be empty, we would ask someone round, and Annie would devise a session. Sometimes it would be me getting it, sometimes Niall, who was a real submissive man! It moved from ping pong bats to heavier things, a riding crop can hurt a lot, I had to be tied down for that. We had this one guy Mark, who liked fucking and would do anything to get into Annie’s pants. He used to bind me, wrists and ankles, large knots, take ages over them, making sure the knots were large enough for me to see so I could know for sure I’d never get out. Rope round and round my wrists, my ankles, I can see them now, those huge knots, can remember the edge of the work bench cutting into my stomach and breasts, you can see they’re not very big at the best of time. Then he would beat me with the riding crop, whatever amount Annie said. Six, twelve and once it was eighteen times. I think I’d displeased her over something. If I made too much noise she’d stuff an oily rag in my mouth. Later we got a leather ball gag.

  Q. What were your feelings about all this by that time?

  A. Getting to like it, as Annie knew I would.

  Q. And Annie?

  A. Annie loved it all. You see, it was me being subdued, punished she’d call it, and she would have my feelings coming through, mixed up with her feelings of domination, her having ordered me to take it, her being able to watch me take it, and my pleasure at being ordered to take it. Twin pleasures, she called.

  Chapter Four

  “It isn’t often I get the pleasure of photographing such lovely girls,” above the clink of glasses and scrape of silver on china the sound of legs snapped on the tripod. Professional smarm, thought Tammy, sitting on the bench waiting patiently, watching the photographer set the equipment in the centre of the floor and begin to fix the camera onto it, saw her father watching, knew he was envious of the equipment, knew he would be useless if he had any of it himself. Father could just about manage the disc camera but even then regularly cut people’s heads and feet off.

  “I know, we’re proud of our girls.” Father being predictably Father. Tammy smiled blandly, wondering where Annie was, if she Tammy had to be the focus of all the attention until the moment came to press the shutter. Aunts, uncles and assorted relatives stopped eating and drinking, admiring again her pose, her charm her 18 years sat firmly on blonde head.

  “O.K., girls?” The photographer waved to Annie, summonsing her from a corner, deep in conversation with an uncle, Tammy hardly re
cognised. Annie smiled, hurried over to the bench and sat down.

  Look at us. Anastasia and Tamasine posing on a bench covered in deep red velvet, wearing identical dresses, long flowing skirts, full billowing sleeves, scooped necklines, one dress white the other black. Waist length straight blonde hair shining in the lights the man had set up. Patiently re-arranging us, a hand laid here, an arm lifted there, crossed feet in ankle strap black patent and white patent shoes, finally look this way. Family and friends gathering round the perimeter of the room, smiling chatting complimenting aloud. Worse than blowing out the candles and having everyone applaud. What for? We’ve been doing it for 18 years! We ought to be able to do it by now, two of us, together, breathing as one.

  “Eighteen day!” he shouted, making them both smile, snapping the moment instantly and forever.

  “Again,” moving their heads as one looking to one side, then the other, the shutter clicked recording it. “Now with the proud parents.” Father crossing half mile of carpet, no doubt feeling every eye on him, Mother glancing his way, approving for a change, and they sat down, Mother with Annie, Father with Tammy the way it had always been.

  The photographer pushed them here and there, arranged a skirt, held the shutter release, looking for the smile, the look, the movement that would captivate the customer.

  Family held its collective breath waiting -

  “Don’t they look alike - parents and daughters?” Granny Webster, tone whining as always. The shutter clicked as she added “What a surprise, as they’re adopted.”

  Silence instant and deafening. The photographer knew something profound had happened but didn’t know what it was, uncles and aunts responded, shocked, embarrassed, nervous.