Hi Guys
Sorry for the delay in writing another story. I'm afraid that I'm blanking a little for my sequel to "Taken by the Barleys," which truthfully I hadn't intended to write had it not been for the response. But I wanted to release something new in the interim.
This story is quite a special story for me, because it's the first one that actually motivated me to put pen to paper (finger to keyboard?). That's not to say that it's the first one I ever wrote, but it was the first idea for an erotica that I actually felt strong enough about to start putting it into text. It's been unfinished for months, but I realised it was a story I absolutely had to tell. Many of the themes for my later stories began here, and you'll probably notice them. That said, I hope you enjoy it. There will be multiple parts for this story. Ideas are welcome!
Quick thing, just to sort-of set the record straight, I am native to England, which is why most of my stories are set there and most of my characters are British.
Cheers
GT
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To say that Lily was terrified would be a bit of an understatement. She was lying on a bed, naked as the day she was born. Her hands and feet were completely restrained and beyond her ability to use them. And the person who was now standing over her was someone she almost certainly did not want to be in this position with. It was someone who was scarier than any Internet creepypasta villain that has ever been thought up, and had a mind so twisted that they could have given lectures to the Marquis de Sade.
That person, as it happens, was her twin sister, Megan.
To give a bit of backstory, the two sisters had been born about ten minutes apart, and since their first breath, their relationship had been exceptionally close. They had always liked the same things, felt comfortable confiding in each other about things that made them scared, and above all else, they always looked out for each other. In many ways, they were the perfect sisters. They practically never fought, and they almost never argued... in fact, if they disagreed on anything, they always attempted to find common ground. That wasn't something their parents had taught them. It was something they'd learned themselves.
Academically, they both excelled; Lily specialised in history and the humanities, and Megan had an almost genius level understanding of the sciences and mathematics. Both always helped the other out with their homework when they struggled. And on occasion, they had even taken each other's tests without the teacher even knowing. That was another thing. They were virtually identical in appearance - unless you got to know them really well, and saw that Megan's jawline was a little firmer and rounder than Lily's, you would never be able to tell who was whom.
However, there had always been something about Megan that had terrified Lily. Something incredibly sinister, that only she seemed to be able to pick up.
For a start, she was a pathological liar. Her lies would usually be trivial, such as having had toast for breakfast when she had cereal, and some would be downright bizarre, such as having found proof of the existence of aliens. Sometimes, however, they could get very serious.
When she was sixteen, for example, she convinced her entire class that she had fallen pregnant. This went on for several months, before people eventually asked the obvious - where was the bump? She then lied that she had miscarried.
Lily had been absolutely furious. Not least because of the fact that their own mother had miscarried about ten years previously, and it had absolutely destroyed her. It had been one of the worst experiences that their family had been through. Megan of all people should have known what kind of impact it would have. At the very least, how her twin would feel.
That very night, she had gone straight to Megan and confronted her. The ensuing fight they had afterwards had been explosive, and almost ended in violence, when Lily shoved Megan against the wardrobe door. Luckily, they didn't fall out from that, but Lily was still shaken by it; for the first time ever, she was now aware of how far her sister was willing to go to get attention
Then there was the nymphomania. Both Megan and Lily were openly gay, and exceptionally beautiful, with pale skin, long mousey-brown hair and piercing green eyes that would stare right into your soul. Their beauty was very natural, required no makeup, and made them look somewhat older than their 18 years. Needless to say, they both attracted a lot of attention from both guys and girls.
While she tended to ignore the stares, double takes and wolf-whistles that her looks earned her, Lily could practically guarantee that a girl would either be in the guest room down the hall from their room, that Megan used for her sexual encounters, or otherwise trying to sneak out on a Saturday morning (since their parents' room was at the opposite end of the mansion, the entire East Wing was large enough that she could do this without them noticing). They had made a wager on their 18th birthday to see who would lose their virginity first, but Megan had won that wager that very night, and in the eight months since then, had had an endless stream of one-night stands. She would often pick them up in local pubs and nightclubs, but occasionally it would be someone she knew personally.
One such person was Lily's own best friend, Chloe.
The weird part was that she knew for a fact that Chloe was straight, was dating the tight-head prop in their school's rugby First XI, and had been very squeamish when she and Lily tried to kiss on a dare. How Megan had talked her into a one-night stand was beyond her.
When she had asked Chloe about it at school the following Monday, she had avoided the question, and instead half-jokingly asked if she could have a go with her and see if she and her twin really were identical in every way. Lily had politely declined. Even if it was an opportunity to lose her virginity, it was also an opportunity to lose someone very important to her. Especially if it was her sister's sorry seconds.
Another thing that made Lily occasionally scared of her twin was the fact that Megan had interests that could only be described by some as "macabre," and by others as "downright fucking crazy." She watched the Crime channel on a regular basis, and was always sharing her favourite murder stories. That on its own wasn't awful, but when combined with the fact that she kept a scrapbook of killings and murders that she saw in the news and the papers, and had a secret stash of torture porn movies such as Hostel, as well as some very violent forms of actual pornography on her laptop, it made her seem like a genuinely terrifying individual.
And fourthly, Megan was known to have something of a quick and violent temper. She never directed it at her twin, not even during that fight over her miscarriage lie. But Lily had born witness to it multiple times. On one occasion, Megan had caught a rather nasty girl at school trying to write something homophobic in Lily's history textbook, Megan had beaten her practically to within an inch of her life. The girl hadn't grassed her up, and instead put her two black eyes, broken nose and mild concussion down to having fallen down some stairs. Presumably because Megan had threatened to finish the job if she tried anything. The only reason Lily knew it was Megan who'd done it was because, upon the news being read out in school assembly, Megan had patted Lily's shoulder and whispered "She won't bother you again."
That was, of course, understandable - an attempt, to defend her twin, even if it was a somewhat disproportionate level of force used in response. But then there was the time a young teenager had cut in front of her in a queue at the supermarket, and she had responded by going apeshit, calling him a "speccy little cunt" and threatening to cut off his balls if he didn't get to the back of the line. Needless to say, she was banned from that supermarket for a while - and since she looked so much like her sister, so was Lily.
Lily had done research into her sister's behaviour before, and concluded that, while on their own they may have been innocent, the combination of her nymphomania, pathological lying, charismatic and charming personality, the speed at which she would give in to her anger and her general lack of empathy towards the people around her were all enough to suggest that, at the very least, she had an anti-social behaviour disorder.
But Lily was convinced that it was more severe than this. She was convinced that Megan was a full-on sociopath. She hadn't come to this decision lightly, either - she had read multiple textbooks about psychology and the human mind. As far as she was concerned, any reasonable psychologist would come to the same conclusion as her.
