Twin Pleasures

by Josephine Scott

  Q. And Annie?

  A. That was the odd thing. She got insanely jealous of me! It was all her idea, she wanted me to go out, me to take the risk, the pain, the terror of finding someone so she could view it through my thoughts and my eyes, then when I did it and it worked out as she wanted, she got jealous! Because I think it worked out better than she thought, I actually enjoyed the whole think, in retrospect, of course. At the time I was simply terrified. But later I walked around wearing a smug grin and feeling very satisfied, and she hated it.

  Q. And your parents never found out?

  A. If they did they never said a word. Actually we were getting more and more distant from each other, a coolness had crept in, I’m sure they still loved us but they were puzzled by us, or something. Anyway, they spent more and more time away from home, and from each other. Separation was definitely looming, I could see it a mile off. Annie could too, and she gloated over it. Another punishment, another paying back for what she visualised they had done to us.

  Q. There was a holiday, wasn’t there -

  A. We’re getting close to the end now, aren’t we? You’re getting closer to what you want to know and I’m about to tell you anyway. Yes, there was a holiday planned. Florida. Brochures everywhere, suitcases arriving, new ones! And Mother flapping around like - well, I don’t quite know what she was like. You see, Annie and I refused to go with them. We gave the excuse that they were in need of ‘quality time together’ so they could rediscover one another. It’s as close as Annie dared go to saying she knew they were on the verge of separating. Now, a holiday can do one of two things, bring people closer together or drive them further apart. She was sure it would drive them further apart. So, because we weren’t going, Mother had to get loads of food in the freezer and arrange for someone to call round, all that kind of thing. Panic panic

  Q. And did it drive them further apart?

  A. You’ll have to answer that. In the light of what happened, there’s no way we could know is there?

  Q. You girls stayed home.

  A. We were almost 19 by then, grown up adult people capable of taking care of the house and ourselves. We said. And we were, or should have been.

  Q. And Annie planned -

  A. You’re guessing, but you’re right. Annie planned a party. With me as the centre of attraction. We talked about it far into the night, both of us busy with vibrators and visions, oh what a time we had planning it!

  Q. And a time you had during the party, it did take place, didn’t it?

  A. Sure did! Actually we had two parties, one for our real friends, Mark, Niall and a few girls and boys we knew from College and discos, from around Salldown. That was a good one, just an enjoyable party, plenty of music and food, we had a ‘bring a bottle or food’ policy and it worked out very well. No one got drunk everyone danced and had a good time, and we cleaned up the next day better than the house had been cleaned before, we got behind the furniture and did the skirting board and everywhere.

  Q. But the other party?

  A. The other party was a week later and was when it all happened. And I mean all.

  Chapter Thirty Eight

  “Who’s coming?” asked Tammy for the hundredth time. She laid back on the sunchair, felt the heat penetrate her skin, wondered about skin cancer and dismissed it. The feeling was too good to worry about, and after all this was England where it rarely stopped raining for longer than seven days at a time. Or so it seemed.

  Annie stamped her foot on the patio stones.

  “I’m sick and tired of telling you! People who wrote to us, that’s all you need to know!”

  “No, I mean who in particular? I mean, there were some right weirdos -”

  “Kiddo, I’d not ask weirdos, I have too much affection for you to do that!”

  The garden drowsed in summer heat, drone of lawn-mowers, distant sound of cars, birds busy staking out territory, insects were working on the flowers. The pool glistened, beckoned, but Tammy had no energy with which to go swimming.

  Annie grinned suddenly over her iced Coke.

  “I know what you’re at, you want some details so you can go imagining before they get here!”

  Tammy smiled back.

  “Right, I need to get my kicks when I can, sister!”

  “You’ll get kicks enough, when you’re helpless in a room full of dominants all with one intention in mind, to hurt you as much as they can!”

  Tammy went cold and hot, felt a surge of adrenalin course through her, felt the sexual high hit her and orgasmed right there in her bikini. Annie smiled.

  “Enjoy that one, did you, kiddo?”

  “I wish you’d get out of my head sometimes,” Tammy blushed, not wanting to give too much away, but knowing there was nothing but nothing she could hide from her twin.

  Annie looked at her watch.

  “Come on, we’ve a meal to cook,” she stirred out of the sun lounger chair, set her glass down and headed for the house, her cheeks jiggling in her black bikini. Tammy followed, feeling oddly inferior to her twin and wondered why. Her figure was as good, her hair as long, her face as pretty, and yet, Annie’s sparkle, Annie’s zest for life had added inches everywhere, she was altogether bigger, almost larger than Life itself.

  Which might not last.

  Tammy stopped, sweating on the hot stones, unaware of the wasp circling her, trying to land on her Coke glass. Normally she would have dropped the glass and run, screaming.

  Where had that thought come from?

  And why?

  Annie was fine, nothing wrong with her. If there was, Tammy would have known it. Cancer, heart disease, anything troubling her twin physically always hurt her too.

  Yet the thought had come and refused to go away.

  It might not last.

  Annie’s overwhelming love of life - bigger than everything - larger than Life itself - night not last.

  Cold swept her, unlike the sexual cold which she had experienced earlier, this was a dread, a loneliness so chronic it seized up her throat and brought startling unexpected tears to her eyes.

  Annie stood inside the house staring at her.

  “What’s the matter, kiddo? Been stung or something?”

  Tammy moved at last, the spell broken by her twin’s voice.

  “Oh, I had a couple of wasps round me, too scared to move.”

  “You and the wasps, you’re a million times bigger than they are, scare them off, don’t let them scare you!”

  “Right.” But the sadness lingered, a cloak that settled over her bare tanned shoulders, along with the cloak of blonde hair.

  Her twin. Gone.

  Following the empty lonely feeling came another one.

  I’d be free.

  And that was one thought that needed a lot of consideration.

  A lot.

  After putting a scratched together meal, Annie brought out half a dozen of her mother’s cookbooks and set them out on the worktop. Tammy sat on a bar stool and looked at her.

  “A proper dinner party, kiddo, this is no ‘bring a bottle’ game we’re playing here, these are men, not kids.”

  It might not last.

  And I’d be free.

  Wasps circulating around her mind, darting around with nasty stings in their tail to send jolts of electricity through her.

  Freedom.

  What would that feel like?

  “So we could have a cold soup to start, something we can prepare earlier, come on, Tams, we only have five days!”

  Five days.

  I could be free.

  What would that feel like?

  What will a room full of dominants feel like?

  Without Annie I’d not have experienced the thrills I have, the late night walk on the wild side, t
he sessions with Uncle Phil - poor Phil, as they now called him.

  But we’d have Gran Webster still, we’d still have Aunt Phyl, we’d have Alfred Wrayland to visit - would we? This is where it gets tough, kiddiwink. Annie got you Alfred Wrayland and then put him away, so either way -

  What would it feel like to be free?

  No orders, no probing mind, no touch of her thoughts when I’m out or even trying to sleep, no spiders in the room, no snakes, no mice, no -

  Annie.

  Make an effort.

  “Fine, cold soup, that Spanish one with tomatoes and stuff, that would be nice. Main dish, why don’t we go for a roast? It’s safe, and we can stretch it if more come than we thought - how many are coming, Annie?”

  “Five at the last count. The others long to come but business/life/whatever is stopping them. Those we can have later. When we see how this one goes.”

  Roast is safe, I won’t be.

  “Roast. Nice idea, kiddo, like it. And we can choose some fancy ice cream for dessert, they won’t want too much.”

  Five days.

  Annie paused, her head tilted, her eyes shining.

  “Kiddo, I just realised something!! These guys don’t know we’re twins! What a shock they’ll get when they arrive her and find two of us! They thing they were writing to one sub!!!”

  Tammy smiled. It was going to be fun, wasn’t it?

  Five days. They passed in a blur of activity. Annie bought coloured paper napkins, polished candlesticks, agonised over vegetables, washed the dessert dishes over and over. She stood in front of her wardrobe trying on dress after dress, hair up, hair down, high heels, low heels, smart hostess or casual -

  “Why don’t we do what we did the night of the dinner party?” Suggested Tammy with a sudden spurt of inventiveness. “Matching dresses and shoes, nail varnish and hair, that kind of thing? Give them something to feast their eyes on! I mean, you said they don’t know we’re twins, it would look like we’ve cloned or something!”

  Annie giggled. “It might distract their attention from the food!” She paused, considered the idea, and then nodded. “I wanted you to be the centre of attention, but what the hell, we’ll share it, after all, you’ll get to display for them later, won’t you?”

  The red dresses were found, hung up to rid them of creases, the shoes cleaned, the curling tongs ready. Everything was prepared, except Tammy’s peace of mind. The tiny wasp like darts would not let her alone.

  Without consciously deciding to do it, every time a car rolled into the drive, Tammy and Annie went to the front door together, smiling identical smiles, the late summer breeze ruffling their identical curls. Each time the look on the face of the man who had arrived would be something to giggle over in the dark recesses of their minds, shared humour behind welcoming faces that showed nothing but pleasure at the latest arrival.

  Each man also said the same thing.

  “I didn’t know -” and trail off as he looked from one to the other trying to work out the differences.

  “Come in,” Annie took the lead, escorting them to the lounge where casual conversation drifted across the thick pile carpet, over the sweet smelling sherries and the sound of glass on glass as another drink was poured. And each time the eyes would stare and stare, as they came to terms with one or other being around them.

  Tammy stood by the patio doors, open to the afternoon breeze, watching the men as they talked to one another, or eyed Annie and herself speculatively, probably wondering which twin was the submissive, or whether they both were, or just what they had gotten themselves into.

  And as she watched, Tammy felt herself going through paroxysm of apprehension and anticipation, eyeing their hands, wondering what they would do, what they wanted to do, who would be the hardest, what she would do when they hurt her. How many orgasms will I have during the course of this particular party? She asked herself, aware for the first time of the smell of roast beef from the kitchen, wondering whether the soup would be cold enough and whether anyone would notice anyway.

  And just how did Annie plan this? She hadn’t said! Before dinner? After dinner, how could she handle five men?

  “Stop worrying, kiddo, you can have two before and three after, if that suits you.” A thought a sharp as a wasp sting.

  “That suits me,” she shot back, and was rewarded with the sight of a laughing clown face superimposed in her mind. I know, said the face solemnly and Tammy burst out laughing. Everyone turned to look at her, but she shook her head, refusing to say a word.

  Annie suddenly struck the side of her glass with a red nail, making a sharp pinging sound. Everyone turned to look at her.

  “Introductions,” she smiled brilliantly at them and at Tammy. “An explanations. Which we owe you, of course!” She moved round the room, pointing at each man in turn.

  “This is Don, you’ll remember him, he has the crew-cut and is blond as we are. Don comes from Camberley in Surrey, he’s a Master, or so he says.” Don blushed a little, looked down at his glass, fingered his collar in embarrassment as the others laughed, a little self-consciously.

  “Moving right along, folks,” Annie pointed to a dark haired man with a mass of tight black curls. “This is Jerry, a dom. from London, we - sister and I, were taken with his letter. So he’s here for the games.”

  Jerry smiled, nodded and looked at Tammy with a confident air.

  “This is Gerald, not to be confused with Jerry. Gerald is a dom. from Shropshire, he’s driven a long way to be with us today.” Gerald, a small man with brown beard and moustache, acknowledged everyone’s smiles with an arrogant air that Annie found attractive.

  “David, also from London but a different part entirely, is a Master with a lot of experience.” David, partially bald, a strong hard looking man, rose and bowed ironically to the others.

  “And finally but not last - if you see what I mean, William, from Essex. William’s letter also intrigued us.” He stood, looked around him, afternoon sun glinting on his grey hair.

  “O.K., that’s you introduced. Now -” Tammy walked across to stand beside Annie, looping an arm around her waist. “Anastasia and Tamasine. I’m Anastasia, this is Tamasine. We didn’t mean to deceive you all, but it was easier to let you think you were writing to just one woman, wasn’t it? We are in effect one person, what we think and feel we share, as all identical twins do. Before you get any ideas, I’m a dominant and Tamasine is a submissive. She is very experienced, in that she had been disciplined by a number of people, including friends of ours. This is the first time we have invited a bunch of dominants into our home, and it’s only because our parents are in Florida right now that we decided to do it. We are over 18, nearly 19 in fact, so it’s all legal, and you were invited here by us.”

  She paused, smiled at Tammy and looked round the room again. “However, we have a problem and that is - there are five of you and you’ll all want to participate. But only one can get the unmarked Tammy, of course! So we thought (did we? wondered Tammy, it’s the first I’ve heard about it - and again wondered what it would be like to be living a full life separate and apart from her twin) we’d let you draw lots for the privilege. Tam.”

  Tammy walked over to the coffee table where dishes of tiny cheese biscuits rested. She picked out four square biscuits and one round one, concealing them in her hand.

  The one who picks the round biscuit gets me first,” she said in a soft almost frightened voice. She began the rounds of the men, thighs quivering as she watched them take one biscuit, watched as they looked at it, trying to divine which one was to go first, how she felt being close to them, came to the conclusion she was shaking with sexual excitement. It was the most exciting the most exhilarating thing Annie could ever devise, for man after man would put his hands on her, man after man would hurt to a degree she had not felt before - even when Annie had had he
r whipper for disobeying orders. Her late night walk had been dangerous, this was less concerned with danger and more with sheer domination. Every man stare at her, trying to impose his will. And she wanted to fall down on her knees in front of each one and say.

  “Take me, I’m yours,” but Annie’s strength held her back, made them wait, held her power over these men who professed to be dominants but who obeyed the whims of an eighteen year old girl in a tight red dress with long flowing hair, a girl who was offering half her soul half her mind and her own blood sister for disciplining by strangers.

  “I have it,” Gerald spoke slowly, wonderingly. “How do you handle this, Anastasia?”

  Tammy noticed she wasn’t referred to in any way.

  “The garage is out the side, Gerald, take Tammy out there and do what you will, but remember there are four others to come after you. I’d rather you didn’t draw blood right now, but all else goes.”

  “God,” someone murmured, but Tammy didn’t know who it was.

  Gerald smiled through his beard of soft brown hair.

  “Come,” and it was an order not to be disobeyed. Tammy left the security of the wall and went with Gerald to the cold dark garage, even in the September heat it held chill of old grease and oil, of old dust and aching rust - “Not very inviting out here, is it?” He looked round, disapproval writ clear on his face.

  Tammy tried to smile.

  “It’s soundproof, if I make a fuss no one can hear.”

  “Oh, I see. Actually I like spanking best of all, is that all right with you, Tammy”

  “That will leave me relatively fit for the others, Gerald, thank you.” Tammy wriggled her tight red dress up round her hips, revealing tiny filmy black briefs. Gerald all but groaned at the sight of her.

  “It’s been a while, so -” he broke off as she walked over to him, confident on her high heels, sure of her beauty and her body, and equally sure of the urge of emotion coursing through her, knew it lit up her eyes and her smile.