Twelve Nights

by Remy, Carole

  Her lips stayed in place and her tongue lapped and her teeth raked and her cheeks squeezed and she milked him as the sperm shot out of him like a cannon.

  “Holy shit!” he screamed. The sperm kept coming and coming. He could have sired an army with this coming, Richard felt. At last the pumping of his hips subsided and he collapsed back onto the bed. Aggie lay down on his chest.

  “You can lower your arms now,” she advised him.

  He lifted his hands over her head and draped his arms over her shoulders and back. She leaned up and kissed him. He could taste himself on her tongue and his cock stirred as the sense memory of the orgasm returned.

  “When you get a little energy,” Aggie said into his chest, “it’s my turn.”

  Her turn? Richard’s strength returned quickly as he imagined what he would do to her. He would make her come a hundred, no a thousand times. He would tie her and separate her and …. Richard sat up, dragging Aggie with him. He was ready.

  He stripped her clothes efficiently and folded them neatly on the table. He wrapped her wrists together with one end of his necktie. He dragged a chair to the bedside. He laid Aggie out face up across the bed and secured the other end of the tie to the armrest of the chair. She smiled and nodded. He knelt between her legs and spread her knees.

  “Don’t move now,” he smiled, imitating her words. This was fun.

  Unlike her, he couldn’t resist touching her with his hands. He placed them on her breasts and squeezed. She squirmed beneath him.

  “Hold still,” he reminded her.

  “Make me,” she taunted.

  Richard climbed off and straightened her legs. He trapped her hips firmly between his knees and began teasing in earnest. He tongued her armpit as she laughed and then gasped and then moaned. He took each nipple in turn into his mouth and tongued it to a roughened peak. Her hips heaved under him though his knees restricted her movement to a minimum. At last he could resist her nectar no longer. He released her hips and spread her knees.

  “Yes,” she whispered as his fingers parted her labia. He stroked the silky moist flesh of her inner lips. He thrust two fingers hard inside her and she arched up into his hand and cried out. He almost withdrew but the pulsing that began deep inside reassured him that the cry was of ecstasy, not pain. The throbbing grew as he pressed and pushed against her inner walls and then she shook all over and hot sticky moisture flooded his fingers. He pulled them out and raised them to his lips. She was salty and sweet and indescribably delicious. Remembering the taste of his cum on her lips, he raised another fingerful to her mouth. She opened her lips obediently.

  “You taste wonderful,” he told her. “Fresh and healthy and sweet.”

  “So, eat me,” she smiled lazily.

  Richard needed no further invitation. He lowered his mouth to her crotch and kissed her pubic hair in greeting. His fingers separated her lips and he stroked her with the flat of his tongue. She arched her back like a cat. He flicked her clitoris hard and she turned from pussy to tiger. Her arms strained against their bondage and her hips pumped up into his face. He braced her down with his hands and punished her little knob over and over. She started screaming ‘Yes!’ and her frenzy drove Richard’s tongue to faster and harsher torment. The first time she came he ignored her and continued teasing and nipping and stroking the little bud until she climaxed again and then again. At last he relaxed long enough to savor the juices that ran thickly. He thrust his tongue into her cavity and lapped the cum from the walls.

  Aggie’s gasp told him that this new pleasure was as welcome as the other. He stretched her open ungently with his index fingers and tongue-fucked her hard. She came in seconds and he kept pulling and stroking. The next orgasm was so powerful she screamed out and her body went rigid instead of trembling. She didn’t ask him to stop. One more, Richard thought. Let’s see what one more does.

  He thrust three fingers inside her and began pumping. She found a rhythm with him and rocked her hips. Then he lowered his mouth to her clitoris and latched his lips onto the bud. He sucked and stretched the knob to its fullest extension and as his teeth grazed the lower edge, she came again. The explosion rocked them and the bed and seemingly the room and the hotel.

  When Richard regained awareness, Aggie lay inert on the bed. Her limbs were flaccid and her mouth hung slightly open. He wondered for an instant if she had survived the climax. Then she snored and Richard fell in love.

  Chapter 19

  Angela awoke hours later alone in the hotel room. She thought about getting up and going back to the Sylvia. She thought about phoning her sister to let her know she was okay. Then she drifted back into a deep sleep.

  When she awoke for the second time, the winter sun shone through a crack in the curtains. Angela pulled back the drapes and was amazed to see sparkling water backed by a range of majestic white-topped mountains. Vancouver was another city in the sunshine. She phoned a rampaging Aggie and told her she would be back soon. She’d pick up breakfast for them both on the way. She took a leisurely shower and washed her hair. Each touch of her fingers reawoke skin Richard had caressed.

  At last she made it back to the Sylvia, bagels in hand. Her twin flung open the door as she inserted the key.

  “Where have you been?” she demanded hoarsely. “Here I am half dead and you disappear for the whole night.”

  Aggie burst into tears.

  “It wasn’t Jimmy.” Angela understood the real cause of her sister’s distress.

  “What?” Aggie rubbed the sleeve of her robe over her eyes.

  “I spent the night with Richard.”

  “Mr. Urbano? The lawyer?” Aggie sounded incredulous. Surely she didn’t think Richard was that bad.

  “I like him,” Angela said defensively. “Do you want a bagel?”

  “You and your repulsive bagels,” Aggie complained. “I haven’t kept anything down in almost two days now.”

  “Poor Aggie,” Angela commiserated. “You always got the worst of it.”

  “Yeah,” her twin agreed. “You’d bring home a bug and then I’d get twice as sick.”

  “Go back to bed,” Angela suggested.

  Aggie staggered to the sofa. “Tell me what happened.”

  “Jimmy went out of town, so he deputized Richard to look after me. You, I mean, but of course it was really me.” She grinned. “I seduced him.”

  “Poor Richard.”

  “He’s hot, Aggie,” Angela boasted. “Like a firecracker.”

  “What did you…” her sister began. “No, I won’t ask.”

  “Don’t,” Angela agreed. “Too exotic for your virgin ears.”

  Aggie glared. Angela was saved from her blast by a knock at the door.

  “Dad and Mary,” she commented as she got up. “You just rest.”

  She opened the door to a tall, thin young man with pale blue eyes.

  “Who are you?” she asked.

  The man looked stunned.

  “Who is it?” Aggie called.

  Angela thought the young man might faint. She grabbed his arm and dragged him into the apartment. Aggie staggered into the hallway and then groaned.

  “Andrew.”

  “This is Andrew?” Angela asked. He looked so young.

  “What’s going on?” The boy whimpered. He seemed too dazed to walk, so Angela half-carried him into the living room and sat him in an armchair.

  “It’s okay, Andrew,” Aggie explained as she fell back onto the sofa. “This is my twin, Angela.”

  “You look the same,” he commented, still sounding dazed.

  “That’s the idea,” Angela agreed. She smirked at her glaring twin then crooked her baby finger and waved her hand in the air. “We were separated at birth, you see.”

  “Angela!” her sister protested. “We were not, Andrew. You knew I had a twin.”

  “But,” Andrew seemed to be recovering his wits. “I can’t tell you apart.”

  “Lots of people can’t tell us apart,” Angela agreed,
her finger still crooked.

  Another knock sounded on the door. Angela let in the next wave of visitors.

  “Angela!” Their father rushed to the sofa and pulled Aggie into his arms. Andrew turned white and Angela dissolved in giggles. Aggie made room for her father on the sofa by sitting up.

  “I’m Aggie, Dad,” she explained hoarsely. “Angela’s better now.”

  The color returned to Andrew’s face and then flamed high. He was cute in a boyish nerdy way.

  “Dad, Mary, meet Andrew,” Angela introduced.

  “Andrew Stollen,” Aggie added.

  Andrew stood and extended his hand.

  “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Trout.”

  Angela giggled again then quieted as she caught her sister’s eye.

  “Who wants coffee and bagels?” she offered.

  Within minutes the five sat awkwardly around the small room. Besides herself, only Mary seemed at ease. She began to appreciate more and more the soothing influence of her new step-mother.

  “Well,” her father began heartily. “Shall we all go out?”

  “Aggie’s sick, Gordon,” Mary reminded him.

  “Right,” he agreed. “Well,….”

  “What are you doing in Vancouver, Andrew?” Aggie asked.

  “I came to see you,” he answered.

  Angela wondered meanly if perhaps he was a little simple. She thrust the unworthy thought aside. He was uncomfortable, that was all. She set herself the task of small talk and soon had the room under control. Andrew became more likable as he explained his research and congratulated Gordon and Mary on their recent wedding. Aggie relaxed back into the sofa and nursed a hot cup of tea laced with honey. Her father ate three bagels with butter and jam. Eventually Angela’s invention of topics faded and the room slipped back into silence.

  “Maybe we should leave Aggie and Andrew to talk,” Mary suggested quietly. “I’m sure they’d like a chance to catch up their news.”

  Angela felt renewed gratitude to the thoughtful woman. Her suggestion was exactly right. She jumped off the arm of the sofa where she had been perched.

  “Let’s go.” She clapped her hands.

  “You certainly are cheerful today,” her father commented.

  “Must be the sunshine,” Angela explained and winked at her twin. “Let’s go for a walk.”

  “English Bay looks beautiful,” Mary agreed. “Why don’t we walk on the seawall? You know, we ran into the nicest man this morning.”

  Angela was afraid to look at Aggie. Afraid her twin’s face would mirror her own dread.

  “His name was Jimmy Buko,” their father added. “He lives in the last building down the block.”

  Angela worried that her sister would faint.

  “Let’s take the seabus to the North Shore,” she suggested quickly. They would worry later about the potentially disastrous meeting. Aggie sighed and nodded. Angela walked to the sofa and kissed her twin on the forehead. She whispered, “Don’t worry, Boo. We’ll figure something out.”

  By the time Angela, her father, and Mary came back, some color had returned to Aggie’s face, though she was still wan from not eating. Andrew appeared settled in to stay. It seemed he hadn’t booked a room of his own but had assumed he could stay with Aggie and her sister. Besides, he didn’t have much money. It was time for Aggie to lose the boy wonder and find a real man. Angela waited to hear the magic words, ‘get lost’, but Aggie didn’t speak. What were they going to do with an extra male body in the apartment? Angela left her father and Mary to entertain their new house guest and dragged her sister into the bedroom.

  “He can’t stay here,” she whispered as she closed the door.

  “What am I supposed to do?” Aggie whispered back.

  She looked so weak, Angela eased her back to sit on the bed then perched beside her.

  “What about tonight?” she asked. “Jimmy will be back from his trip.”

  “It’s the same as we thought it would be last night,” Aggie said softly then blew her nose.

  “He expects you,” Angela persisted. “He doesn’t like me at all.”

  “I’m sure he’d like you if you weren’t trying to be me,” Aggie offered.

  Angela shrugged.

  “Maybe,” she agreed. Then she blurted, “What do you see in Andrew?”

  Tears formed in Aggie’s eyes.

  “I hate to hurt him,” she whispered.

  “But you don’t want him anymore?”

  Aggie shook her head. “After Jimmy ….”

  “You have to tell him to leave.”

  “Just one night, Boo,” Aggie asked. “I’ll tell him to leave tomorrow. You won’t be here anyway.”

  “I don’t know if I can pull this off any more,” Angela admitted, tacitly agreeing to Andrew’s presence for one night.

  “I want to see Jimmy again,” Aggie said through a sneeze. “Just let me get well and I’ll take over the contract. I’ll still give you the money.”

  “What about Richard?”

  “Once Jimmy knows it’s always me, he won’t send Richard any more.”

  Aggie had missed Angela’s concern by a mile. The older twin didn’t explain that it was she and Richard that she was fantasizing about, not Richard and her sister. But Richard was a forlorn hope, a true lost cause. Once he found out she was a prostitute, once he unraveled her scheme to get Jimmy’s money, the only place he’d want to see her would be in court. They’d had one fantastic night. That would have to be enough.

  Angela brought her mind back to task. If Aggie could get the money, she wouldn’t need to steal the Giacometti. Prostitution had been soul-destroying enough. The more she thought about it, the less Angela wanted to become a real criminal.

  “What about Dad and Jimmy?” Aggie’s whisper interrupted Angela’s thoughts.

  “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’ll try to keep Dad and Mary away from here as far as I can, but they like to go out on their own.”

  “What if they meet again? What if Dad pulls out his famous wallet photos?”

  Angela blanched. She hadn’t thought of the photos and their father’s pride in his identical daughters. Her spirit wilted for a brief instant with the growing complications. Then she rebounded.

  “I’ll get the photos out of Dad’s wallet,” she offered.

  “I bet he already knows,” Aggie lay back on the bed. “I bet Dad introduced himself as Gordon Trout.”

  “Jimmy would have picked it up in a second.”

  “Maybe they didn’t give last names,” Aggie said weakly.

  “Dad knew Jimmy’s was Buko.”

  “Maybe the wind blew Dad’s last name away. It’s always windy.”

  “Sure,” Angela agreed.

  It was hopeless. Jimmy and their father had met. Aggie’s weak-kneed boyfriend had deposited himself in their suite. Aggie was the one Jimmy wanted and she was too sick to go to him. Angela mentally threw up her hands. Visions of the money, of the Giacometti, of prison bars, flitted across her vision. Aggie must have sensed her defeat.

  “Let’s try one more time,” her quiet law-abiding librarian sister suggested. “You go tonight and see what happens.”

  “I feel like a lamb trotting off to the slaughterhouse.”

  “We don’t know that,” Aggie argued. “We’re only guessing. Go one more night, and then I’ll take over.”

  “If I survive,” Angela added.

  She dropped her head into her hands and tried to think. Maybe her sister was right. Maybe Jimmy didn’t know the man he met was their father. Maybe ….There were too many maybe’s. She looked into her sister’s swollen but gleaming eyes. Aggie really wanted one more chance with Jimmy.

  “All right,” Angela agreed. “One more night.”

  “But,” Aggie began then stopped.

  “But what?”

  “I probably don’t need to say this,” Aggie apologized in advance.

  “Then don’t,” Angela agreed, knowing what her sister would sa
y. “Jimmy is in for a dry night, I’m afraid.”

  “How will you …?”

  “I have no idea,” Angela admitted. “Maybe Richard will burst in and they’ll fight a duel.”

  She flopped back on the bed beside her twin.

  “Swords or dueling pistols?” Aggie asked seriously.

  “Both!”

  The twins erupted into identical giggles, distinguishable only by the occasional sneeze.

  Chapter 20

  Jimmy allowed the hangdog Richard to continue his resignation speech. Perhaps it was cruel of him, but the lawyer had after all knowingly intended to betray him. That he hadn’t was a circumstance beyond fate, a twist that cast Jimmy’s own recent misery into comic relief. Finally he took pity on the demoralized man and halted him in mid-sentence.

  “Stop.” He held up a hand. “Sit down, Richard.”

  The lawyer looked bewildered but he dropped into the nearest chair.

  “The woman you fucked … made love to,” he amended at Richard’s glare, “last night wasn’t Aggie. She was her identical twin, Angela.”

  “What?”

  “You know I usually walk on the seawall early in the morning,” Jimmy reminded Richard, who nodded. “I met an interesting couple this morning, Gordon and his new wife, Mary.”

  Richard looked too confused to form a question so Jimmy continued.

  “Gordon and Mary Trout.”

  “Holy shit,” Richard whispered.

  “The proud papa whipped out a photo of his daughters.”

  “And you could see….”

  “That there were two of them, carbon copies for looks, both gorgeous. Our two Aggies”

  “What are the parents doing in Vancouver?”

  “A surprise visit to Dad’s vacationing twins to announce their marriage. This is their honeymoon.”

  Richard shook his head. “That’s an amazing coincidence.”

  “Not really, when you think about it,” Jimmy argued. “Besides, I already knew everything.”

  “How?”

  Jimmy handed Richard a color photocopy of a high school yearbook page. A casual reader might have thought the student doing paste-up had made a mistake and inserted the same photo twice. However, close inspection revealed an upward twist of the mouth on one face and a slight lift of the left eyebrow on the other.