Twins' Revenge (closed)

[StFornicate]

My twin sister and I have always been nerds, and we've always been on the outside looking in. Too smart for our own good, I guess. It sucked. It also didn't help that our mom moved us around a lot, seemingly on a whim, based on whatever new job or boyfriend she would pick up. Our lives were a blur of cheap trailers and motel rooms more often than not.

Although, we'd had a bit of stability for the past year; we'd actually been in the same school for the whole time, and it looked like we'd be able to graduate here. Mom's job was steady and there wasn't any asshole boyfriend taking advantage of her, thank God.

Still, as nice as it was to have a bit of stability, we were still outsiders looking in. As much as my sister and I tried to focus on our studies and books, we both wanted to be accepted by our peers and be a part of social circles at school.

We were close, of course; we were all we had, and had been for as long as we could remember. Mom was in her own little world, dragging us along. She drank too much, smoked too much... We were both determined to do better.

We had gotten off to a rough start at our school, though. Within days of the beginning of the semester, a rumor had started going around that we were sexually active... with each other. We still got weird looks from people. We never figured out where it had begun, or why.

Maybe it was because we were new, and were twins. Maybe it was because we didn't fit the standard mold for high-achieving nerds: I was 5'-11", decently athletically built, with a nice tan and dark eyes and dark hair. My sister was a bit shorter than me, with similar complexion and hair and eyes; we were both well-endowed, although my sister's ample chest was quite a bit more obvious than the length and girth of my tool. We were both attractive, though perhaps at the time we didn't realize it.

There were three months til graduation at this point. It seemed odd at first when the jocks suddenly stopped teasing and bullying me, and called me over to their table at lunch. They all treated me like one of the guys. It was weird at first... But it felt good. I remember looking across the cafeteria, to the "Mean Girls" table, and seeing my sister sitting with them, laughing and joking as well... She was sitting next to Julie Taylor, head Mean Girl, and easily the hottest chick in school; I'd been obsessed with her since I first saw her, though it was obvious nothing would ever happen. Although maybe my sister could help me out...



My sister:
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[wulfette]

I felt a bead of sweat slip down the bridge of my nose, narrowly missing my eye as I spun, and spun, and spun. As the music started to fade, I planted my foot down, stopping the pirouette, and curtseyed to an invisible audience. Breathing heavily, I straightened back up and looked around the dance studio, empty save for myself. At this time of the day, where I had a block of free time before lunch, I liked coming to the school's dance studio to choreograph and practice the routine I had for my Senior Dance Showcase as most other students were in class. I didn't have time after school was out - with three months till graduation and an acceptance from Yale with a merit-based scholarship waiting for me, I could not afford to let my grades drop, and so I continue to keep my head buried in books, hoping to keep my A's.

The solitude was comforting in of itself, as I never felt comfortable being watched before I was ready. Yet... There was a hollow emptiness inside of me. Having moved around so much, I never had the time to build any solid friends, only my twin brother, until now. While I thought it was odd, the popular girls were starting to talk to me, though I suppose it was because they finally realized that being smart was perhaps just as attractive to boys as was physical attraction. Speaking of boys, I've never had a solid boyfriend. The furthest I've ever gone was a boy who I started going out with towards the end of my Junior year. Classic, after a movie, making out in the back seat of his parents car, with his paws mauling my chest through my shirt and bra. It hurt, to say the least, my puppies are sensitive - I don't know why people think sex is so great.

I walked over to the music player and unplugged the iPod with a "pop" and crackle, stuffing it into my zip-up jacket pocket as I shrugged it on over my sports bra and yoga pants. As I zipped it up, I couldn't help but casually check myself out in the mirror, turning from side to side. I'd started filling out more in the past year, so usually I'd wear a leotard over to provide more support for my c-cup breasts, but since the snow started falling I enjoyed the feeling of letting my skin breathe the air more. It was chilly in the dance studio, and my nipples were visibly poking through the sports bra, but I've always loved the cold and wasn't too conscious, since I wasn't aware of anyone watching me.

Flicking the light switch as I walked by, I exited the dance studio and crossed down the hallway, pass the basketball gym where a few of the jocks who had this free block were shooting hoops, pass the indoor swimming pool, to the girl's locker room. I liked this school a lot better than my last. As a prestigious private school, it had the added benefit of having nicer facilities in addition to looking better on my academic record. Inside, I headed over to my locker and started getting changed. The sports bra and yoga pants went back inside my gym bag, and I tugged on a plain black bra, a baby blue lace cami and a white tank on top, and a pair of jeans and Uggs boots. A thick down jacket went on top, and I slammed my locker shut as the lunch bell sounded through the PA system. I hurried out of the locker room and the gymnasium, feeling a wall of cold hit my face as I exited the building. I wanted to get to the cafeteria before the rest of the lunch crowd hit. There wasn't an indoor walkway from the gymnasium to the main campus, but it was a short walk to the main building.

Into the cafeteria I went, smiling at a quiet girl from my class whose name always eluded me as she exited past me. I squeezed through a throng of theater kids milling around the entrance, and pushed my way through the growing crowd to my new table. "Hey Brittany girl!" I heard from behind. I glanced behind, and smiled as Julie Taylor wrapped an arm around my shoulder, walking side by side with me to the popular girls' table. It was slightly awkward, as I still had my backpack and gym bag on, but that emptiness I had felt inside of me instantly vanished, instead swelling with pride as one of the hottest girls and the leader of the popular girls' clique walked with me like I was her best friend from forever.

 

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As I sat there, listening to the jocks joke around, it shocked me how easily they talked about their sexual conquests. In all our moving around, I had never had a girlfriend; there had been one short-lived fling-type thing with a girl from Chemistry class my junior year, but it was nothing more than heavy petting after study sessions.

A couple of the guys came and sat at the table; John and Brett. "Tommy, check this out," they said, nudging me and handing me a smart phone. Displayed prominently was a picture they'd taken of a girl, apparently dancing, in yoga pants and a sports bra. She had a killer body, for sure, though her face was obscured.

"She's hot," I said, handing the phone back. "Who is she?"

"Haha, you fucking perv, that's your sister!" came the punch line, and I'm sure I blushed a bright shade of crimson!

"I, I, uhh..." I stammered in response as they laughed around me. I hung my head, feeling set-up, and prepared to stand up to run away. I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder.

"It's okay, man," said Steve O'Leary; he was captain of the football and basketball teams. "Just a little harmless fun. Don't mean nothing. Guys can look at a girl and see she's hot, don't mean nothin' if it's your sister."

He guided my eye towards the Mean Girls table. "Look at her, man. All of them, really. Bitches are fucking hot, and it's our job to fuck them."

I immediately got defensive, I could tell he was eyeing my sister. "Hey now," I started, but he cut me off.

"I heard Julie Taylor was really into you, man. But... She's the top bitch over there, hear me? She can't be seen with you unless you're one of the coolest kids around. You want that shit, right?"

"Uh, yeah, I mean, who doesn't?" I replied, not sure where he was going with this.

"Stick with me, and you'll get her, you just gotta do everything I tell ya, okay?"

 

[wulfette]

My mind started wondering as conversation around the table started drifting to cheerleading, the next big games the school was playing at, and of course, the hottest guys on each sports team that was playing. I had never been into sports - aside from some basketball and dance, I had no idea how football, baseball, or any other sports played. I made a mental note to myself to shoot some hoops again when I next had my pre-lunch free block, unaware that the boys I saw in the gym had been taking pictures of me while I danced. Ironically, it was the same reason that I had tried to get into basketball that I never made cheerleading in any school that I was in - going on 5'10", I'm too tall. In fact, I thought, poking at my food, I stuck out like a sore thumb at a table of what I realized to be mostly cheerleaders and wannabe cheerleaders who were clinging onto every word of Julie's. I felt a jab at my side from her, and almost jumped.

"Hey!" a petite half-Canadian half-Asian cheerleader, Carla, on the opposite side of Julie called to me. I realized that half the table was looking at me.

"Uhm, sorry, I was thinking, what?" I blurted out. Someone snickered down the other end, and before I got a look who, someone else hushed them. "Your brother, Tommy, he's pretty cute, eh?" Carla prodded some more.

I blinked, turning slightly pinkish, "I-uh, I don't know, I've never th- he's my brother! Eww, gross!" I exclaimed immediately.

"Mmh, I don't know..." Julie turned her gaze over to the table of jocks, eying Tommy momentarily and meeting his gaze, "He is kind of cute, now that you mention it, with that dark skin, dark eyes..." she murmured. As I followed her gaze, I shifted uneasily as I noticed a tall, well-built guy, his hand on Tommy's shoulder, eying me up. Our eyes made contact, and I felt a little warmth flush down my neck - he was hot.

 

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It was then I saw both Julie and my sister Brittany look over towards us; Julie's eyes locked with mine for a moment, and I didn't even know what to do. Never before had anyone of such social standing so much as bothered with a second glance in my direction; all this attention was overwhelming!

I also noticed how my sister looked at Steve, and my protective instincts flared up, though they were quickly put out as Steve turned and sat down next to me. "Listen, Tommy, you wanna tap that hot piece of ass over there, right?"

"Well, yeah, duh," I replied, trying to summon up some bit of bravado in front of the guys. I certainly didn't want any of them to know just how inexperienced I really was!

"I can make that happen. But man... You gotta tell your sister I think she's fucking hot, okay? Help me out, and I'll help you out, deal?"

"Uh, yeah, sure man..." was all I could reply...

*****

Over at the Mean Girls table, Julie wiggled a bit in her seat next to Brittany. "Mmm, yeah, you should definitely tell your brother I think he is H O T hot!" Julie said with a giggle, nudging Brittany. "And that Steve over there, I can see how he's looking at you, girl. We had a thing for a little while, like, a year ago, and let me tell you, he loves nothing more than a good blowjob. If you can suck his dick real good, he'll be putty in your hands until you get bored with him. Which won't take long. He's sooooo dull! And his dick's not even that big..."

The girls all had a good laugh around Brittany, a couple of them nodding knowingly at Julie's comments...

*****

The end of the day finally came around, and as usual I met up with my sister out in the parking lot at the old, beat-up station wagon we shared. It was starting to snow a bit. "Hey," I said, as she walked up to the wagon...

 

[wulfette]

"...he loves nothing more than a good blowjob. If you can suck his dick real good, he'll be putty in your hands until you get bored with him. Which won't take long. He's sooooo dull! And his dick's not even that big..."

I flushed red at Julie's comment, turning back to the table, "Oh, uhm, yeah," was all I could stutter. I didn't know if I wanted to tell them that I had never even seen a real dick in person, let alone blown one before. And the way she said that she had been with him, so casually, and the other girls around the table nodding...

I felt conflicted on the inside. I thought he was hot, but would he pay me more than a fleeting moment's attention? No one that hot has ever paid me any lasting interest...

- - - - -

I pulled my coat tighter around me, starting to feel the chill as snowflakes began to fall. Avoiding a small patch of ice, I deftly fished out the keys and tossed them towards Tommy, "Hey right back at you. I'm bust, you're driving."

It wasn't a question, it had been a long day for me. That's one thing I loved about Tommy, unlike a lot of other guys I had met, I didn't have to try to be nice or pretend to be flirty to him for him to want to look out for me. I threw my bags into the back seat, climbed into the passenger's seat. Shrugging off my jacket and my tank top, I reclined the chair back and collapsed backwards, barely paying heed to the fact that my nipples were faintly poking through my bra and cami. I flapped my jacket out, then threw it on top of me like a blanket and hugged myself.

 

[StFornicate]

I snagged the keys out of midair when my sister tossed them to me, and got in the old beater, tossing my backpack in the backseat next to Brittany's. I fired up the engine and started driving towards home.

I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of my sister's taut nipples when she peeled off her tank top, but I certainly didn't stare! However, the earlier events at the lunch table lingered in the back of my mind; I had most certainly noted that my sister was, in fact, quite hot, without realizing it was her. It almost seemed now that there was no going back! Never before had I thought of her in any kind of sexual manner.

Now, it seemed, that was the only thing I could do.

I tried to shake it off. "I saw you sitting with Julie Taylor and the cheerleaders today..." I said, not really sure where I was going with it...

 

[wulfette]

I reached over and turned up the heat some more, and pulled my knees up to my chest, hugging them. I think I was starting to fall ill or catch a bug, the cold usually does not bother me too much. I shifted around a little, trying to get comfortable as I gazed out of the window, watching the snowfall pick up.

"I saw you sitting with Julie Taylor and the cheerleaders today..."

I snapped out of my reverie, and cast a glance over to my brother, "I saw you sitting with the sports jocks today... Come on, Tommy, you and I both know that I'm too tall to be a cheerleader," I grumbled. Even though I had the rack for it, I sourly added in my mind - I considered saying that out loud, but after the conversation at the lunch table today, it didn't feel right.

I let the words hang in the air, listening to the crunch of wheels on snow and a barely-working windshield wiper struggling to keep the windshield clear of the white stuff. I felt my stomach start to rumble, and idly rubbed it, remembering that I still hadn't taken a shower after dancing in the studio. Shower first, or food first, that was the question...

 

[StFornicate]

I blushed a bit; of course she had seen me sitting with the jocks. I was totally out of place there, and stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Well, you look like you fit in over there," I said. "I mean, you're just as pretty as Julie... and Steve seems to have a thing for you..."

It didn't feel right; at least, that's what the sudden ache in my stomach told me. It felt like I was selling my sister out, leading her on about Steve. The guy was clearly a jerk, and was only interested in her because he thought she was hot.

"But, I mean, at least, he said he thinks you're hot..." I mumbled, as I pulled the car up in front of the little trailer we called "home" these days. Mom was at work. We got out of the car and I let us inside the trailer, and I cranked up the heat, hoping to hell it worked. It did. Kinda, anyway.

I looked over at my sister as I dropped my bag on the sofabed. "Does it seem kinda weird to you, these people that have been mean to us for the past year, all of a sudden are being nice?" It was a thought that just kind of popped into my head, and I wasn't sure what to make of it.

 

[wulfette]

I mean, you're just as pretty as Julie... and Steve seems to have a thing for you..."

"Bullshit - Julie is by far the hottest girl on this campus," I scowled. Outwardly, I ignored his comment about Steve; on the inside, I felt my gut clench, my face flushing red ever so slightly. I was tired though, and didn't want to have to deal with my brother's rumor-mongering.

"...You know, Julie was staring at you for quite a while. I think I even saw her lick her lips," I snickered, climbing out of the car after him. Inside the trailer, I unceremoniously dumped my bags in the middle, and plopped myself down on the sofabed next to Tommy's bag.

"Does it seem kinda weird to you, these people that have been mean to us for the past year, all of a sudden are being nice?"

"Who knows?" I shrugged, "maybe they are starting to realize that we're actually cool, now that we've been here for more than a semester. After all, most of us are going off to college after this," I finished lamely, not entirely sure where I was going with that. "I don't know, Tommy," I groaned, "let's just accept it for what it is, and not think too much into it?"

 

[StFornicate]

I had to blush at her comment about Julie checking my out and licking her lips; but I was pretty sure my sister was just messing with me. No way was Julie really interested in me!

"Uhh, yeah, I guess so," I replied, scratching my head before opening up my bag to get started on my homework.

Maybe we really had been here long enough, and taken enough abuse, that we'd paid our dues and were now being accepted. What was the worst that could happen?

*****

The next morning, we loaded back up in the wagon and headed for school. It had snowed a bit, but not enough to call off school, just make the roads a bit nasty. We got to school and headed inside...

It wasn't long before Steve found me. "Hey man, you talk to your sister for me?"

"Uh, yeah," I said, looking around nervously; Brittany was nowhere in sight. "But she didn't seem to interested," I mumbled.

"Yeah, sure, whatever, bud," Steve said. "I'll catch up with ya later," he said, before cruising off. That's when I turned and saw Julie come around the corner.

 

[wulfette]

I smirked at him, then pushed myself off to what constituted our fridge, and started rummaging around inside for something to satisfy my increasingly-loud stomach grumblings.

- - - - -

Because Tommy drove the day before, it was my turn this morning, and it was, quite frankly, a mess. I am not the best driver around, so after enough sweating my fears of crashing out, I was more than a little bit tired by the time we reached school. I flashed him a quick smile before turning a corner. Along the way, I passed Julie, and exchanged a quick hug and a few words as I rushed to my first class.

- - - - -

Julie knew the twins' morning routine, so it wasn't a surprise when she passed Julie on the way. She caught up to Tommy a while later, spotting his nice, dark frame from a distance. Straightening her back and brushing her hair really quickly, she sauntered up towards him.

"Hey Tommy!" she called out to him, loud enough for people around to hear.

 

[wulfette]

OOC: Quick bump for my partner.

 

[StFornicate]

It was like time itself stopped, completely and utterly, when Julie spoke up. I felt like everyone had turned to watch me when she talked to me.

My face grew a hot shade of red, I'm sure. "Uhh, h-hi, uh, Julie," I stammered, completely unsure of myself and what to do. I looked around. Eyes, everywhere, staring at me, some of them shocked.

"Uh, what's up?" I asked. My eyes darted around. I heard someone whisper in the crowd "what's she want with that perv?" and a "I thought he was fucking his sister..."

Some rumors never die, I guess.

 

[wulfette]

Julie

"Tommy!" she called again, after he didn't seem to reply the first time. A quick glance around showed the surprised faces of fellow classmates.

Whatever, she thought, I'll talk to whoever I want to talk to.

"Hey!" she touched him lightly on the back of his right shoulder as he turned, letting a fingernail drag down his firm bicep, leaving his skin at the crook of his elbow.

"Uh, what's up?" he croaked.
"Hey," she faked a heavier pant than she was really out of breath for, heaving her ample bosom a few times to draw his attention. Crap, she thought, her mind racing. I need something to talk to him about!

"I thought he was fucking his sister..." she overheard someone hiss in passing. Let's find out, one way or the other, she smirked inwardly.

"Uh, you're in my math class right? Do you think you could go over the problem set that's due today with me over lunch? I just want to make sure that I did them right, I really need to do well in that class..." She left that last statement trailing, dangling a lingering hope in the air for him.

- - - - -

Brittany

First period of the day was Chemistry. Fifteen minutes early as usual, I dropped by book bag on the floor and huffed onto my chair, looking around at the mostly-empty room. Today was a lab day, and I wandered over to the whiteboard at the side of the room to see who my partners this week were, not that it ever changed much.

There were two columns, each with a name in them, and I've always been partnered up with a geeky (but smart!) guy named James. I didn't mind the fact that he was always checking out my chest, but it irked me a little more when he'd try to stare down my neckline when I would be leaning over to pour chemicals or take measurements or stood behind me to check out my ass. It was harmless in the end though - he never tried so much as to lay a hand on me - so today I felt a little more gutsy and had decided to wear a relatively deep-plunging, white v-neck top with crop jeans shorts.

But today, James' name was erased from the column next to mine. Instead, scribbled over it was scribbled "Steve + Carla". I frowned. Steve and Carla were usually partners, and everyone knew that they were always hooking up behind the bleachers in the indoor gym. That was about as good as their knowledge of science was.

I looked over to the teacher, Mr. Windsor, about to open my mouth in protest. Before I could say anything, he cut me off in his English accent, "Brittany, James' mom called the school to say that he was having a grave fever today. While I have no doubts about your ability to do the lab on your own, you will need more than one pair of hands to take measurements today, and I thought that you'd be able to show Steve and Carla how to properly do a lab. And perhaps stop them from failing my class." He smiled at me, politely but firmly, leaving no room for further debate.

Grumbling on the inside, I walked back to my lab station.

 

[StFornicate]

Julie & Tommy

My heart probably skipped a beat when I felt Julie's hand on my arm, her fingernail trailing down. She was asking me about her math homework... of course. Popular kids always needed help with their schoolwork. I guess it was because they were so busy being popular and cool that they just didn't have the time to really learn their shit.

Of course, as I garnered a glance at Julie's bit of proffered cleavage, I was only too happy to agree to meet her at lunch to go over her problems.

"Hey, don't worry, we'll make sure you get them straightened out," I said.

Brittany, Steve, Carla

Steve and Carla, of course, waltzed into the lab about five minutes after the class was supposed to start, and it was fairly obvious they'd just gotten a bit carried away in a broom closet or somewhere.

"Oh, hey, look at that, we're with Brittany today!" Carla said with a bit of a squeal; Steve's eyes fell on her from across the lab, catching hers and locking with his stare.

"Excellent," Steve replied, as Carla came up next to him with a giggle, and they headed towards Brittany. Steve was eyeing her the whole way, not bothering to even hide that he was checking her out. She looked good in that cleavage-y white top; Steve didn't think he'd ever seen her wearing anything quite like that before.

"Hey Brit," Steve said, sidling up next to her, perhaps a little too close. Carla plopped down across the lap table from her.

"What we workin on today?" Carla asked.

 

[wulfette]

Julie & Tommy

"Hey, don't worry, we'll make sure you get them straightened out."

Julie caught him peeking down at her chest, and grinned inwardly. It had never failed her.

"Would you really? Awh, you're such a dear," she smiled at him, as dazzling a smile as she could, "Where should I meet you?"

Brittany, Steve, Carla

I sighed heavily as I saw Steve and Carla brazenly stride in to the lab room as if they owned the world, briefly cutting off Mr. Windsor's lab instructions. He glared needles into their back as they passed. I met Steve's gaze as he walked over, and suddenly felt pinned to the ground. This time, he wasn't looking at me across the cafeteria, he was walking towards me. A wave of emotions, half disgust and half thrill, crashed over me as I felt his eyes mentally disrobe me. As he got near enough for me to smell his cologne, I put both hands on the lab table to stabilize myself as I suddenly got light-headed, unwittingly pushing my bust together more than the red plunge push-up bra I was wearing did. I also had no idea that my bra was pretty visible through the white v-neck.

As Steve sidled up to me, my breath held in my throat for a moment, until the two opened their mouths, jerking me out of my reverie.

"Hey Brit."
"What we workin' on today?"

"Oh, hey you two," I shivered a little. On one side of me, I wanted to scream at the unfairness of being partnered with these two knuckleheads - on the other hand, two of the coolest kids in school were talking to me! I could feel the warmth from Steve right next to me. At 5'10", I thought I was tall, but Steve towered over me!

"We're just going to be taking measurements from some chemical reactions today," I ventured slowly, deciding to avoid any complicated chemical names or processes, "I'll need one of you to help me hold a beaker of distilled water at an angle while the other pours these two liquids in slowly, at the same time." I gestured to the beaker, then two test tubes filled with a green and a yellow substance. "I will be using this probe to take the temperature as they react to one another," I stated, my confidence growing as I picked up a probe. This was my domain, I was going to show them how things were done right.

 

[StFornicate]

Julie and Tommy

I blinked as Julie smirked at me, having caught me glancing down her blouse, and she still wanted me to help her with her math! I could hardly believe it.

"Uhh, why don't we do it in the library? Is that okay?" I asked her. "I mean, the cafeteria will be loud and distracting and we probably won't get much done..."

Brittany, Steve, & Carla

Steve and Carla really only half paid attention to what Brittany was telling them about the lab project for the day.

All Steve really heard was "science science science probe science science." He snickered, and brazenly grabbed Brittany's buttcheek, his fingers digging firmly in.

"I wouldn't mind probing this!" he said to her, with a wink!

"Oh my God, perv," Carla interjected, giggling. "Seriously, don't pay attention to him. But you have got to tell me where you got that bra, it is so cute!" Carla said, looking right down Brittany's proffered cleavage; the comment only served to cause Steve to lean forward on the lab table, nearly knocking the beakers over, just to get a closer look!

 

[wulfette]

Julie and Tommy

"Sounds like a plan, superstar," she smiled, eyes lingering on him as she turned to walk away, hips swaying.

Brittany, Steve, & Carla

I yelped as I felt Steve's hand grab a buttcheek, squeezing it firmly and pawing at me behind the lab table. I seized his wrist and tried as hard as I could to yank it away, suddenly conscious of the whole class staring at me after my outburst.

"I-I-I almost knocked over the beaker, sorry," I stammered to Mr. Windsor, who was now glaring straight into my eyes.

"Oh my God, perv. Seriously, don't pay attention to him. But you have got to tell me where you got that bra, it is so cute!"

My cheeks started turning the same color as my bra, and it was all I could do to keep my composure. "Knock it off and focus, you two," I hissed at Steve and Carla, edging away from Steve and returning my chest to their unpropped, normal (but still perky) state.

"Steve," I grumbled, shoving the beaker in his hand, "Hold this at a 45-degree angle, will you?"