The Girl in the White Domino

{ All characters in this story who engage in adult activity of any kind are 18 years of age or older at the time of such actions. }

Dramatis Personae

Siv Christiansen ~* Identical twin sister to Liv, sister to Erik, daughter of Niklas and Katja, dominant, lesbian, highly intelligent and manipulative, age 22 *~

Liv Christiansen ~* Identical twin sister to Siv, sister to Erik, daughter of Niklas and Katja, submissive, bisexual, highly intelligent and self aware, age 22 *~

Erik Christiansen ~> Younger brother to Siv and Liv, son of Niklas and Katja, somewhat naïve, straight, who is beginning to learn the ways of the world, age 19 <~

Niklas Christiansen ~> Father to Siv, Liv, and Erik, divorced from Katja, recently deceased <~

Katja Christiansen ~* Mother to Siv, Liv, and Erik, divorced from Niklas, two years deceased *~

Sofia Perez ~* a Lawyer *~

Gruuke, something seen by few

Partygoers, participants in the Masquerade

"What's going to happen to us now?" Liv asked softly as she rolled onto her side and stared across the spacious double bedroom to where her sister Siv lay sprawled in a similar pose on a matching bed. It was like looking in a mirror. "I really wish Mom hadn't died in that car crash and that we were still living in Europe," Liv continued. "It was just better there. Now Dad is dead too. A car crash and a plane crash - our family must be cursed."

"We'll figure it out," Siv replied as she flipped a page in her sister's private diary with the tip of a long perfectly manicured fingernail, painted black. "What is this?" Siv said suddenly, dramatically. "Sometimes you just want to fuck a boy?" Siv turned the book, showing the page with its offending words to her sister - not that Liv could read it from across the room, but she knew what was written there, because she had written it.

"Siv," Liv started to respond.

"Never mind," Siv said as she tossed the diary onto the floor and then rolled onto her side to face away from Liv. "Go to sleep. The reading of the will is tomorrow morning at nine. Just remember who you are; what we are," she chided before pulling a pillow into place such that it blocked her from her sister's view. Siv settled into her favorite sleeping pose, on her side with her hands pressed together as if in prayer, and resting upon her pillow. She liked falling asleep with the scent of her sister's pussy on her fingers.

Siv's thoughts drifted back to about thirty minutes ago, when she had pinned her sister, Liv, against the wall and was nibbling at the soft flesh of Liv's neck and earlobe. Siv's left hand was wrapped tightly in Liv's long straight wheat colored blonde brown hair while at the same time, with her right hand, Siv ravaged Liv's tight wet pussy. Siv liked to push her middle fuck finger fully inside her sister's cunt and then rub and grind her palm against Liv's clit until she came.

Siv twisted Liv's head sideways and down, pulling her pretty face into Siv's left armpit. "Lick me," she whispered into her sister's ear.

The two girls were comfortable conforming to European social and cultural norms. Neither girl shaved their legs or underarms, and certainly not their pubic regions. Both girls had the same natural wheat colored blonde brown hair and matching soft light tufts of hair beneath their arms and in their pubic regions. One could see the fine blonde hairs on their legs in bright sunlight but otherwise it was essentially unnoticeable.

Liv made an effort to lick her sister's armpit but Liv was already too far gone. Liv's knees buckled and she started to slide downward, her small feet creating little furrows as they slid across the carpet. Liv's face was flushed and her breathing had become quick and uneven as her sexual excitement neared its crest. She whimpered. She loved being taken like this.

Siv moved along with her sister as she slid to the floor. Siv withdrew her finger from within Liv's cunt and began to rub and flutter her finger rapidly against Liv's clit as she watched her sister writhe and buck her hips, seeking to fuck Siv's hand.

"Please," Liv gasped. She was on the brink of cumming, her mouth partly open, pearl white teeth gleaming from between perfect pink cupid's bow lips. Siv pressed her lips to her sister's lips and thrust her tongue hungrily into Liv's mouth just as the throes of orgasm claimed Liv. Siv could feel the delightful involuntary convulsions as Liv came hard, mewling in her throat as her body twitched and trembled through her climax.

Back in the present moment, Liv knew that the conversation was over for tonight. She thought about the symbols and words tattooed in flowing form upon the back of her neck which read o+ My sister's slut +o. The ink was high up at the hairline where few would ever see it, yet that did not diminish its impact and meaning for Liv.

Of course she and Siv had kept the relationship between them a secret from their mother and father, though Liv believed that her mother may have had her suspicions before she died. Liv wasn't ashamed. She needed Siv as much as Siv needed Liv. Liv understood the natural way that she and her sister fit together. Liv wanted what her sister did to her. Liv wasn't a victim. She didn't need saving. Sex for Liv was dull, hollow, and incomplete without the element of dominance and submission to give it the alluring vibrancy that Liv wanted and needed. "Screw society," she thought. Sometimes though, she really did want to fuck a boy.

Liv glanced at her prized collection of Norwegian troll figures. There were fourteen of them, all staged carefully on a large wooden shelf near her bed. She focused her gaze on one in particular and then crooked her right index finger in a beckoning motion. The little troll became animated, and quickly jumped down onto Liv's bed, where it pranced its way to where Liv's shoulder met her pillow, and then snuggled up against her.

There was a remnant of Fay in Siv and Liv, a matrilineal inheritance which surfaced only in females of the line. One day a few years ago, when the twins still lived in Norway and their mother was still alive, Siv and Liv had been hiking in the forest when they encountered the little troll. There were few of his kind remaining in the modern world. He was a miniature troll or "troblin". His name was Gruuke. The diminutive fairy creature measured only ten inches tall. If the surrounding trees were spectators they would probably have laughed while trying to decide who looked more surprised: Siv and Liv upon seeing the little troll, or the little troll upon realizing that Siv and Liv could actually see him. Only those who are Fay touched can see his kind. They could understand him and he, them. He had accompanied Siv and Liv ever since.

...

Niklas Christiansen came from old Norwegian wealth gained mostly from the fishing and natural resources industries. Niklas married Katja Dahl. They had three children together before divorcing. Their identical twin daughters, Siv and Liv, were born in Norway while their son, Erik, was born in the United States shortly after the family emigrated there. Katja was unhappy living in the United States, and this unhappiness coupled with the loneliness associated with the frequent absence of Niklas due to business and travel demands eventually lead to divorce. Katja moved back to Norway with her two daughters. Niklas remained in the Unites States with his son.

Siv and Liv became fluent in both Norwegian and English whereas Erik became fluent solely in English.

A few months after the twins turned twenty, their mother, Katja, was killed in a tragic car accident. Niklas moved his daughters back to the United States to live with him, and with the twins' younger brother, Erik. Two years later, Niklas himself died in a plane crash while on business travel in Southeast Asia.

The Christiansen estate was nestled in the Santa Monica mountains just north of the city of Los Angeles. The three siblings, Siv, Liv, and Erik, along with a few of their father's lawyers and accountants, have gathered together in the Christiansen mansion to hear the reading of Niklas Christiansen's last will and testament.

During the lengthy formal reading, Siv grew irritated watching a young woman on the accounting team who kept eye-fucking her brother, Erik. Siv raised a hand as if to scritch the tip of her nose, and whispered to Gruuke who, unbeknownst to everyone except Siv and Liv, was perched on Siv's shoulder. At Siv's behest, the little troll hopped down to the floor and scurried beneath the meeting table. A moment later, the young woman who had been eyeing Erik jumped sharply in her seat and her hands slid forward on the table causing some financial printouts to scatter. Gruuke had pinched her ass cheek.

The young woman's face grew flushed as everyone turned to look at her.

"I, I'm sorry, please proceed," she said apologetically.

Siv smiled to herself.

Once the formal reading had been completed, one of the lawyers leaned forward in her chair, identified herself as Sofia Perez, and addressed the three siblings, "Please allow me to explain things more simply."

"Essentially, your father has bequeathed everything to the three of you, but not in equal measure," she stated, then paused to glance at the twins for a brief moment. "For now, the three of you may live here, together, in this mansion, and you will not want for anything; however, once Erik attains the legal age of twenty-one, and subsequently marries, the mansion becomes his, and you two young ladies will be required to move to the guest house. Your father was very patriarchal, and he wanted to ensure that the family name and legacy would continue after his death. Siv, Liv, each of you will receive a sum of $20,000 monthly, for the rest of your lives. Should either or both of you marry, and move away from the family estate, this sum of $20,000 monthly will continue to be paid to you."

Ms. Perez shuffled a few pages before continuing, "Each of you is given full ownership of your respective Range Rovers. Let me see, yes, the two silver ones go to Siv and Liv while the black one goes to Erik."

There was a brief moment of silence while Ms. Perez sipped some water from a crystal goblet. Her expression made it clear that she likely believed that what she would say next would not be equally well received by all three siblings.

"Erik, to you, your father has bequeathed all of his property, business assets, stocks, cash holdings, and life insurance payouts. The total value, or net worth, of everything, if summed together, would be roughly two billion dollars. Until you attain legal age, everything will be managed by our legal and financial teams. Likewise, we will oversee management of the estate: this mansion, the guest house, groundskeeping - all of it," she said.

"The three of you really will not need to worry about much at all, for now at least. Just live your lives... Alright, let's give you some time alone, as I imagine you have a lot of things you will wish to discuss," she concluded.

Once the three siblings were alone, Siv spoke up first, "What the fuck, Erik? You basically got almost everything."

Erik Christiansen was a beautiful young man. No, not the type who wished secretly to be a woman; he simply had inherited his mother's fine features, and testosterone had forged his countenance into something akin to angelic. Mid-length light blonde hair framed his face and helped to emphasize his striking bright blue eyes. He was intelligent and thoughtful but having been educated privately all his life, he was innocent, protected, not worldly as his two sisters were.

"I don't know, I mean," Erik frowned as he struggled to find a reasonable response to Siv's question. "It's not like I knew about this, or somehow schemed with Dad, or whatever."

"It's not like Dad cut us out completely," Liv chimed in. "He made sure that we would be provided for."

"Yes, but it's not even close to two billion," Siv retorted.

"We're going find a way to influence things," Siv said to her sister, speaking in Norwegian so that Eric wouldn't understand.

"I hate it when you do that," Erik sighed.

The spark of an idea was already forming in Siv's mind as she responded to Erik, "Do you even have a girlfriend?"

"No, not really," Erik replied wistfully; clearly wishing that he did.

"Well, maybe if you stop looking at all of that 'girls do anal' porn and actually go on a date you might get lucky," Siv teased, a bit cruelly, but then, to make up for it, she added, "You are attractive you know."

Erik blushed at Siv's exposing of one of his primary fantasies. "I look at other stuff too," he said defensively.

"Yeah, but you are an ass man, and that's okay," Siv said. "People like different things."

"C'mon Liv, let's go out for lunch. You drive," Siv said. With that, she was out the door, knowing with certainty that Liv would follow close behind.

Liv opened her handbag as if to search for something, allowing Gruuke to scramble inside. She frowned as she would upon not finding the thing which she was looking for, and then followed her sister.

"Later Erik," she said in farewell.

...

Late night that same day

The twins were lounging on their bedroom floor. Phones were pushed off to the side but now and again one would ping with some new message or social media update. Siv lay prone on her stomach, chin braced in her hands with her right foot up and swaying slowly forward and backward behind her as she began to explain her idea to Liv. Liv was sitting cross-legged, facing Siv, listening while at the same time painting her toenails with some clear nail polish. Gruuke was sleeping on his shelf.

"We'll request that Erik be invited to the Masquerade, just like we were; then we can make things happen the way we want them to. He won't know. We'll get him addicted to you, take compromising pics at some point maybe, or something. If we can prevent him from marrying, we can keep living here. We guide him, influence him. It's only fair for us to get some of Dad's millions too," Siv said craftily.

"I can already see it in my mind, him cumming his brains out with his cock balls deep in your ass. I looked at his browser history once. Anal is definitely his biggest fantasy. All girls though. He's definitely straight," Siv said.

"We need to give him something to keep him focused on you and not some other girl. I can run interference if necessary. You should order some butt plugs, pretty ones..."

"Beyond that, you and I are already on the pill to regulate our cycles, so you won't have to worry about getting pregnant when we finally let him fuck your pussy. Oh, this will be so much fun, don't you think?" Siv said dreamily.

"Are you crazy!" Liv whispered emphatically. "He's my brother!"

"So, I'm your sister, look at us," Siv responded.

"Yes, but, I mean, shit..." Liv said, beginning to realize that she was already considering doing what Siv had suggested. Liv could feel a familiar stirring in her pussy at the thought of acting on her sister's plan - obeying and being used, degraded by having her brother butt-fuck her.

"You keep saying that sometimes you want to fuck a boy, and I mean, he is hot, like us. This could be your chance," Siv said in a beguiling way. "He won't know it's you until it's too late, and we will still have each other, like always."

"You'll have to shave your legs and underarms though, and wear a wig, so nothing he sees will remind him of you, or me, at least until we want him to know the truth."

...

About six months ago, while attending an all-night party at a posh Hollywood nightclub, Siv and Liv had been approached by an elegant thirty-something woman. Someone had noticed the twins and their behavior, read between the lines as it were, checked their socioeconomic status, and decided that an invitation should be extended to the pair. The woman explained the nature of Masquerade, how it worked, what happened there, and asked if Siv and Liv would like to become participants. Of course the twins said yes.

The Masquerade was an exclusive sex party for the uber rich. Beyond the requirements of wealth and social status, one had to know someone who knew someone in order to be invited. One did not find the Masquerade - the Masquerade found you. The gathering occurred every second Saturday evening during the hours of darkness. Secrecy and concealment were valued above all else. When engaged in the Masquerade, identities were considered to be guarded precious things. If one knew or suspected the identity of another, each person was sworn to secrecy and was expected to act accordingly. What happened in the Masquerade was never to be acknowledged elsewhere. One was free to be or do whatever one wished in terms of sexual debauchery, so long as one could find a willing partner or group.

The rules of the Masquerade were as follows:

One. Everyone wears a domino mask to conceal their visage. A white domino means that one is interested in a male partner or a lesbian top. A black domino means that one is interested in a female partner or a male bottom. A half white, half black domino means that one is open to engage with either a man or a woman or both, and in a flexible role.

Two. Silence. No one speaks, not even in the faintest of whispers. Sounds of passion should be soft and restrained.

Three. Regarding approach and acceptance: When one approaches another with a desire to engage sexually, if a black domino or a half black, half white domino makes the approach, they will offer a polite bow to the one whom they desire as a partner. If a white domino makes the approach, they will extend their hand demurely to the one whom they desire as a partner. Acceptance of approach is signaled by joining hands. One who receives a bow will offer their hand. One who offers a hand will have their hand received. If an approach is unwanted, one simply turns to face away from the one who approached them, allowing the one who made the approach to withdraw gracefully. Dedicated gathering rooms for those seeking multiple partners follow similar rules.

The Masquerade takes place on a secluded and very well protected private estate. The main mansion includes nearly thirty bedrooms as well as some BDSM themed rooms to accommodate partygoers' needs and inclinations. Multiple valet parking lots exist in different locations away from the mansion yet still within the walls of the estate. Partygoers will choose a random lot each time they visit in order to help maintain anonymity and to reduce the likelihood of one's identity being revealed. A system of numerical tags is used for associating owners with their respective vehicles and keys. Valets are sworn to secrecy. Any who arrive with a companion will naturally know the identity of their companion, but must follow all of the same rules as those arriving alone.

Occasionally, there are staged public sex acts for the enjoyment of all.

...

Erik handed the keys to his black Range Rover to the valet and watched as the valet used a carabiner to attach a numbered tag to the keys, and then handed Erik a matching tag with the same number.

"When you're done, and want your car, just give the tag to any valet on duty and they will bring your car to you. First time?" the valet questioned.

"Yeah, yes, is it that obvious?" Erik asked.

"Heh, well, you seem kind of young, so I took a guess. Whatever you do, just keep your mask on at all times, and stay silent, and you will be fine. It's that way," he said, and pointed toward the mansion. "I wish I could get in there sometime," he said as he closed the car door.

Erik watched for a moment as his car was driven away, and then he turned and began to make his way toward the mansion. Along the way he passed by an elegant fountain illuminated with a soft purple glow. At its center was a life-sized statue of a beautiful woman squatting with her hand between her thighs, with delicate stone fingers spreading her sex open slightly. A continuous stream of water spouted from between her fingers as if she were in the act of urination.