Twinsequences (A Twisted Twin Series) (23 page)

 
No!
 
 
Please
 don’t
 lie
 to
 me
 about
 this.
 There’s
 been
 an
 accident
 and
 he
 needs
 to
 get
 
home.
 Do
 you
 know
 any
 other
 way
 of
 getting
 in
 touch
 with
 him?
 
 
Dad,
 I
 know
 you
 don’t
 believe
 me,
 but
 I
 didn’t
 have
 an
 affair
 with
 him.
 
 
I
 saw
 the
 pictures.
 I
 think
 I
 know
 my
 own
 daughter
 when
 I
 see
 her.
 This
 isn’t
 
even
 about
 that
 right
 now.
 You’re
 sister
 has
 just
 been
 taken
 by
 ambulance.
 She
 tried
 to
 
kill
 herself,
 Willow.
 Do
 you
 see
 what
 you’ve
 done?
 Do
 you
 see
 what
 you’ve
 caused?
 
 
I
 didn’t
 do
 anything!
 This
 was
 all
 her!
 
 
Nonsense.
 If
 you
 care
 about
 this
 family
 at
 all,
 you’ll
 find
 that
 man
 and
 have
 him
 
come
 to
 the
 hospital.
 
 
 
He
 hung
 up
 on
 me
 before
 I
 could
 plead
 my
 case.
 
 
Maybe,
 for
 a
 split
 second,
 I
 felt
 concerned
 about
 Ivy.
 She
 was
 my
 blood,
 and
 
unlike
 her,
 I
 had
 a
 conscience
 and
 a
 heart.
 
 
Still,
 whether
 this
 was
 her
 plan,
 or
 her
 really
 being
 that
 depressed,
 it
 was
 all
 
her
 own
 fault.
 She’d
 done
 it
 to
 herself.
 Ivy
 had
 made
 the
 life
 she
 was
 living.
 
 
I
 sat
 my
 phone
 down
 and
 considered
 not
 telling
 him,
 but
 when
 he
 came
 into
 
the
 doorway,
 I
 knew
 I
 couldn’t
 hide
 it
 from
 him.
 “That
 was
 my
 father.”
 
“And?”
 
“Ivy’s
 in
 the
 hospital.”
 I
 looked
 down,
 afraid
 of
 what
 his
 face
 would
 look
 like
 
when
 he
 heard
 the
 news.
 “She
 tried
 to
 kill
 herself.”
 
The
 room
 was
 quiet
 and
 it
 forced
 me
 to
 look
 up
 at
 him.
 He
 had
 his
 arms
 
crossed
 over
 his
 chest.
 “I
 take
 it
 she’s
 still
 alive?”
 
“Apparently.”
 
He
 sat
 down
 and
 put
 his
 arm
 around
 me.
 “Do
 you
 think
 she’s
 faking
 it?”
 
I
 shrugged.
 “Who
 knows.
 I’m
 the
 last
 one
 to
 ask
 about
 her
 actions.
 She
 was
 
someone
 else
 around
 me
 our
 whole
 lives.”
 
“Well,
 you’re
 parents
 are
 doctors.
 I
 would
 assume
 they
 would
 be
 able
 to
 tell,
 
don’t
 you?”
 
“One
 would
 think!”
 I
 pulled
 away
 from
 him.
 “Do
 you
 have
 to
 leave?”
 
I
 pushed
 the
 hair
 away
 from
 my
 face.
 “I
 won’t
 go
 anywhere
 without
 you
 by
 
my
 side.
 If
 we
 go
 back
 to
 town,
 you’re
 coming
 with
 me.”
 
My
 heart
 could
 have
 beat
 out
 of
 my
 chest
 like
 you
 see
 on
 cartoons.
 
“Seriously?
 You
 would
 show
 everyone
 that
 we’re
 together?”
 
“You’re
 damn
 right
 I
 would.”
 He
 froze
 and
 then
 got
 the
 biggest
 smile
 across
 
his
 face.
 “Wait!
 Did
 you
 just
 say
 we
 were
 together?”
 
“I
 guess
 I
 did.”
 I
 felt
 a
 little
 shy
 about
 saying
 it
 out
 loud
 again.
 
“Hold
 on
 a
 minute.
 Did
 you
 tell
 them
 I
 was
 here?”
 
I
 shook
 my
 head.
 
“They
 just
 assumed?”
 
“Dad
 asked
 if
 you
 were.
 I
 told
 him
 that
 I
 didn’t
 know
 where
 you
 were.”
 
He
 kissed
 me
 slowly,
 letting
 his
 lips
 linger
 over
 mine,
 before
 he
 pulled
 away.
 
“The
 next
 time
 they
 call,
 I
 will
 answer.
 It’s
 time
 that
 everyone
 knows
 that
 I’m
 here
 
with
 you
 and
 I’m
 not
 going
 anywhere.
 I
 have
 money
 saved
 up
 that
 Ivy
 doesn’t
 know
 
about,
 but
 I
 have
 to
 be
 careful.
 She’s
 smart
 and
 she
 knows
 her
 way
 around
 a
 
computer.
 I
 caught
 her
 snooping
 one
 night
 a
 few
 years
 ago.
 I
 think
 it
 hit
 her
 hard
 
when
 she
 figured
 out
 my
 password.”
 
I
 was
 a
 little
 confused.
 “Why?”
 
“It
 was
 WILLOW.”
 
I
 was
 taken
 back,
 at
 first,
 realizing
 that
 even
 when
 they
 were
 supposed
 to
 be
 
at
 their
 happiest,
 I
 was
 the
 one
 who
 held
 his
 heart.
 He
 smiled,
 knowing
 that
 his
 
confession
 had
 earned
 him
 more
 of
 those
 brownie
 points.
 
 
I
 literally
 pounced
 on
 him.
 While
 pinning
 him
 to
 my
 bed,
 I
 looked
 down
 at
 my
 
willing
 prisoner.
 “I
 want
 you
 to
 fuck
 me
 then
 take
 me
 in
 the
 shower
 and
 wash
 me.”
 
His
 eyes
 opened
 wide
 at
 my
 request.
 I
 felt
 his
 strong
 arms
 pulling
 me
 down
 
against
 his
 body.
 “Yes,
 ma’am!”
 
He
 flipped
 us
 over,
 wasting
 no
 time
 removing
 my
 t-‐shirt
 and
 shorts.
 I
 didn’t
 
feel
 modest
 being
 around
 him.
 He
 was
 my
 choice
 ,
 and
 for
 that
 reason,
 it
 was
 easy
 to
 
be
 completely
 naked
 with
 him.
 After
 finagling
 his
 own
 shorts
 and
 shirt
 off,
 he
 pulled
 
me
 back
 into
 his
 arms.
 I
 climbed
 on
 top
 of
 him,
 straddling
 him
 like
 I
 was
 in
 position.
 
I
 reached
 down
 and
 began
 stroking
 him,
 making
 him
 even
 harder
 than
 he
 already
 
was.
 He
 ran
 his
 hands
 up
 to
 my
 breasts
 and
 pushed
 them
 together,
 licking
 them
 at
 
the
 same
 time,
 while
 watching
 the
 expression
 on
 my
 face.
 Each
 time
 his
 tongue
 
crossed
 over
 the
 nipples,
 I
 bit
 down
 on
 my
 lip
 and
 had
 to
 close
 my
 eyes
 to
 keep
 them
 
from
 rolling
 in
 the
 back
 of
 my
 head.
 He
 circled
 his
 own
 saliva
 around
 each
 tip
 and
 
blew
 cold
 air
 on
 them.
 My
 body
 tingled
 and
 my
 hand
 stroked
 him
 harder.
 I
 began
 to
 
tease
 my
 own
 pussy
 with
 his
 shaft,
 rocking
 my
 body
 over
 it.
 I
 watched
 the
 tip
 of
 his
 
cock
 rubbing
 against
 my
 bud.
 He
 moaned
 and
 looked
 down
 as
 well.
 I
 stroked
 it
 
faster,
 getting
 a
 groove
 going
 with
 my
 hand
 and
 my
 body
 movements.
 He
 grabbed
 
my
 hair
 and
 pulled
 my
 face
 close
 enough
 to
 lick
 my
 lips
 with
 his
 tongue.
 I
 tried
 to
 
bite
 him,
 but
 he
 controlled
 my
 actions
 by
 holding
 my
 hair.
 I
 liked
 it
 when
 he
 pulled.
 
It
 turned
 me
 on
 more.
 Soon,
 I
 was
 rocking
 even
 faster,
 overwhelmed
 with
 
 pleasure.
 
He
 drug
 his
 teeth
 over
 my
 neck
 and
 bit
 down
 as
 I
 cried
 out,
 “More!
 Please!”
 
When
 he
 knew
 that
 I
 was
 at
 my
 breaking
 point,
 he
 pushed
 my
 hand
 away
 and
 
entered
 me,
 filling
 me
 with
 his
 hard
 cock.
 Jolts
 of
 blissful
 sensations
 filled
 every
 inch
 
of
 my
 body.
 I
 arched
 my
 back
 and
 laid
 down
 with
 my
 back
 on
 his
 legs.
 He
 could
 see
 
everything
 and
 I
 loved
 the
 way
 it
 felt
 with
 my
 body
 in
 this
 position.
 “Oh
 yeah,
 babe.
 I
 
want
 you
 to
 come
 again.
 Show
 me
 how
 you
 love
 it.”
 
He
 rubbed
 my
 clit,
 putting
 enough
 pressure
 to
 send
 me
 over
 the
 edge.
 The
 
whole
 while,
 he
 watched
 himself
 sliding
 in
 and
 out
 of
 me.
 I
 saw
 his
 face
 scrunch
 up
 
and
 his
 body
 tightening.
 I
 could
 feel
 it
 pumping
 and
 erupting
 and
 I
 knew
 that
 he’d
 
reached
 his
 happy
 place.
 Once
 he
 regained
 enough
 composure,
 he
 pulled
 me
 back
 up
 
and
 kissed
 me,
 slowly,
 passionately,
 like
 we
 were
 the
 only
 people
 to
 exist
 in
 the
 
world.
 
Nothing
 felt
 better
 than
 him
 being
 inside
 of
 me.
 
 
He
 abruptly
 separated
 us
 and
 stood
 up,
 his
 penis
 still
 half
 erect.
 Without
 an
 
explanation,
 he
 held
 out
 his
 hand
 for
 me
 to
 take.
 “Your
 shower
 awaits.”
 
I
 smiled
 and
 placed
 my
 hand
 in
 his.
 He
 led
 me
 to
 the
 hall
 bathroom
 and
 ran
 
our
 water.
 I’d
 fantasized
 about
 this
 and
 it
 didn’t
 compare
 to
 how
 it
 all
 was
 playing
 
out.
 I
 had
 to
 keep
 pinching
 myself
 to
 prove
 that
 I
 wasn’t
 just
 dreaming
 all
 of
 this.
 
Stoshua
 was
 there,
 in
 my
 apartment.
 We
 were
 together
 and
 nobody
 was
 going
 to
 
come
 between
 us.
 
It
 was
 perfect.
 
He
 washed
 my
 hair,
 massaging
 it,
 while
 he
 scrubbed.
 I
 closed
 my
 eyes
 and
 felt
 
so
 relaxed.
 I
 guess
 that’s
 what
 it
 took
 for
 me
 to
 be
 able
 to
 come
 up
 with
 a
 way
 out
 of
 
this
 mess.
 As
 soon
 as
 the
 idea
 hit
 me,
 I
 knew
 I
 had
 to
 share
 it
 with
 Stosh,
 being
 that
 
he
 would
 have
 to
 help
 me
 make
 it
 happen.
 
Of
 course,
 I
 waited
 until
 he
 was
 completely
 done
 washing
 us.
 
Far
 be
 it
 from
 me
 to
 stop
 a
 man
 with
 lathered
 up
 hands
 from
 touching
 me
 
everywhere
 possible.
 It
 was
 surreal,
 being
 there
 with
 him,
 knowing
 that
 we
 were
 
together
 as
 a
 couple.
 Somehow,
 being
 there,
 was
 like
 the
 memory
 of
 my
 sister
 never
 
existed.
 We
 were
 caught
 in
 the
 momentary
 bliss
 of
 what
 was
 happening
 between
 us.
 
I
 didn’t
 care
 that
 he
 was
 married,
 or
 that
 it
 was
 with
 my
 sister.
 All
 I
 cared
 about
 was
 
sharing
 the
 rest
 of
 my
 life
 with
 him.
 While
 he
 washed
 my
 back,
 and
 kissed
 my
 
shoulders,
 I
 thought
 about
 the
 baby
 growing
 inside
 of
 me.
 Even
 though
 his
 
intentions
 weren’t
 the
 best,
 we
 made
 it
 out
 of
 love.
 His
 desperate
 and
 selfish
 
attempts
 to
 spend
 a
 weekend
 with
 me
 had
 panned
 out
 for
 a
 lifetime
 of
 happiness,
 
with
 me
 and
 his
 child.
 All
 I
 had
 to
 do
 was
 make
 it
 all
 happen.
 
 
My
 plan
 was
 going
 to
 work,
 because
 it
 was
 something
 I
 was
 good
 at.
 I’d
 
worked
 too
 hard
 to
 give
 up
 everything,
 but
 even
 what
 I
 was
 sacrificing
 would
 be
 
enough
 to
 keep
 us
 happy
 and
 together.