Snatched (18 page)

Ten

It felt late when Leah awoke, although the morning sun was hidden behind drizzling clouds so it was difficult to gauge the time. She was still tired and her limbs toiled to drag her out of bed, still heavy from the constant surges of adrenalin that had flowed through her body the whole of the previous day. As she walked her bottom felt sore. It was tender at the surface and aching inside, as if she had being doing strenuous exercise without a proper warm-up. However, her pain was an inconsequential price to pay because it had brought May to her. She felt the jitters of exhilaration sweeping through her once more. As she showered, despite all her best efforts to resist, her hand just kept creeping back between her legs on recalling their precious evening. The brisk jets of the shower restored some life to her limbs. The more she pictured the previous night the more elated she became, until she even felt brave enough to finally survey the damage done to her rump.

She took up the bottle of lotion, still on the floor where May had dropped it, and crossed over to the wardrobe. She took a little breath for courage and then turned, looking over her shoulder to view her reflection. Her backside wasn’t as bad as she had feared, although there were still some lines of dark red and even some purple hints of bruising. When she ran her fingertips against the lines she could detect in some parts a slight ridge of swelling, but miraculously the skin had not been broken and the distension would surely recede with the application of more lotion. She had just squirted out a blob of the cream onto her palm and touched it to her buttock when it dawned on her that she was stealing May’s job and potentially preventing an excuse to have her touch her again. However, as soon as the cool cream was sucked into her skin by the one little portion covered, the rest of her bottom started to tingle and demand its fair share. She watched herself massage the lotion into one cheek and imagined it was May doing it. Before she squeezed out another dollop, a rush of heat prickled through her and she dropped to her knees, pushing out her bottom, pretending it was for her lover’s eyes.

She creamed her cheeks and watched, pulling her bum apart so that she could see what May would see if she knelt behind her and applied the lotion. She thought of her girl coming in now and catching her. Leah would be shocked and embarrassed but May would understand her needs and tell her it was OK, and then gently take the bottle from her hands and begin to soothe her bottom for her. She would massage her tenderly, her hands working the cream all over the buttocks and even into the crack. Then, if Leah was very lucky, the girl would push a slippery middle finger all the way up inside her. Or perhaps May would come in and discover her like this and be cross that Leah was doing her job for her. Maybe, just maybe, she would be so cross that she dropped to her knees and spanked her.

Leah heard a faint sound from the stairs and the fizz of panic spread through her body. For all her thoughts of being caught in the act by her lover she was off her knees like a sprinter out of the blocks, and scurrying across the room, trying to be as quiet as possible and yet still beat the steps creaking the floorboards of the corridor outside. She leapt onto the bed, just about pulling the quilt over her nakedness as the door was unlocked and swung open. She tried to catch her breath but it was difficult, especially when it might be her lover coming to see her. Sadly, it proved to be her Evil Twin. April came into the room with her usual sneer. Her eyes darted around the room with suspicion, as if she could smell Leah’s mischief in the air. She approached the bed and Leah found herself automatically pulling her covers up tighter under her chin. April stood by the side of the bed and observed her.

‘What have you done to my sister?’ she demanded. ‘She’s usually a miserable cow but this morning she’s been all smiles, so I know something is going on. Have you been trying to fuck her?’

Leah’s tummy was jumping wildly with the words and the brilliant news of May’s happiness.

‘No!’ she protested, but she could feel her face turning scarlet.

‘You had better not be. I haven’t spent all my time trying to get her to love cocks just to have you fuck it all up now. I know she thinks she’s a dyke but she can’t be - it’s just not possible.’

‘What would be wrong with her being gay?’ asked Leah.

April’s eyes flashed with anger and she leant forward with her hands on the bed to deliver her riposte through a snarl.

‘Because we are
twins
, you stupid bitch. If people think she is gay then all the boys will assume I must be some kind of a lezzer too, and I want their cocks far too badly for them to be thinking that. I’m not having her ruin my chances or my reputation.’

With this outburst she seemed to calm slightly and she pushed the quilt away from the edge of the bed to sit down.

‘I caught her once with Bryn’s sister, Tabby,’ she said. ‘They were watching each other wank and I walked in on them. May is such a prude that they hadn’t even taken their tops off. They were sitting on chairs opposite each other, close enough for their knees to be touching, and they were fingering themselves. It was pathetic really. I know that May still has a crush on that girl but I can’t think why really. Tabby’s bum is too fat and her fanny always tastes a little too pissy. I should know - I’ve licked her out at least half a dozen times.

‘There are other girl’s too. She’s always eyeing them up at the hunts and gymkhanas, but I always make sure that nothing ever happens. I tell her that she is not going to get herself fucked until she starts liking cocks. She must be getting desperate by now, although it doesn’t help that Gwen has done her a few times with the strap-on when she’s been punishing her. Someday soon my sister will wake up and realise that she’s been kidding herself all along, but I’ve got a hard enough job without bitches like you encouraging her.

‘I know she has a way of looking at girls which gets them all hot and bothered but I also know that you don’t
really
want her. You are just a horny tart who wants her pussy sucked, and thinks it would be nice to have a pretty girl do it for her. Whenever we had to go up to Bryn and Tabby’s I could see May getting all excited, so I used to lock her in her room and make her wank herself off to get it out of her system. And that’s what you need, to get it out of your system. So I think it’s time you had a nice big wank, don’t you?’

April’s words were still swarming all over Leah’s brain and her pussy did indeed treacherously tingle at the thought of masturbation, buoyed by the thrilling thoughts of May’s chastened existence and the image of her on her knees, her bum already spanked red, while the Mistress came behind her and guided her dildo towards the virgin hole. However, it felt like a terrible betrayal to give in and perform for her lover’s sister, and she found herself mumbling her refusals and pulling the quilt closer.

‘I think you better had,’ said April. ‘Huw is mending the fence up by the fort and he doesn’t know that Gwennie has gone to the village and isn’t here to protect you. He really does want your bum, you know. He would be down here in minutes if I told him, and by coincidence the fort is the one place around here that you can actually get a signal on your phone. Shall I ring him?’

The nasty twin already knew the answer and was lifting the corner of the quilt up, smiling down at Leah’s crumpling face and the reluctant but inevitable loosening of her grip on the covers. The quilt was thrown aside leaving Leah trying to cover her modesty with her hands and arms. Her legs were unceremoniously pulled apart and April came up between them like a prowling panther before raising herself up onto her knees to look triumphantly down upon her quarry.

‘Do it,’ the girl said, ‘or I will ring him.’

Leah felt shaky but still obeyed. Hesitantly she rubbed at her clit and let out a sobbing sigh at its disloyal and immediate response to her touch. It was hard to perform under such close scrutiny but she still had a rush of pride when April, clearly turned on by the performance, slipped down her leggings and underwear and proceeded to play with herself. It was a cycle that Leah couldn’t break; her naughtiness had got the girl frigging and the sight of that made her own efforts more frantic. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks and she knew she was close to losing any control. Her tormentor was not so unrestrained, ceasing her actions where Leah could not, flashing a smile of sly contentment at the power she could so easily wield. Leah continued, even through her shame, even as the girl put her hands on the bed and very gently lowered herself down.

There was no weight laid upon Leah, though. The only contact was at her breasts, where the girl’s nipples had grown just enough to reach down and brush the points at the centre of her own flattened swells. She felt a light touch at the back of her hand, which was still resolutely lodged between her thighs and working away at her pussy. The touch there started like a little kiss, warm and slightly wet. As her busy knuckles increased their tempo until they were rapidly rising and falling and knocking at the girl’s hot entrance, more dampness was coaxed out and smeared over her skin. The contact was not enough to arrest Leah’s movement, but it was just enough to have her knuckles bump the girl’s clit over and over, so that she was effectively wanking them both off at the same time.

Just above her the girl was panting but still smiling, presumably at her own cruel ingenuity.

‘I know you want her because she has such a lovely little arse,’ she taunted. ‘Sometimes even I have to play with myself when I watch Gwennie giving her a good spanking. You won’t ever have her though. I will decide who fucks her and who doesn’t, and that someone is going to have a big, fat cock. My little sister is going to learn very soon that she is not some dirty lezzer and that all she needs is a nice big prick inside her. I’ve told her that it will only take one mouthful of delicious spunk to cure her.’

Leah was trying to stop her increasingly manic action, but neither her hand nor her pussy would allow it. Worse still, the harder the teasing words made her play with herself, the more her tormentor would feel the benefits at her own wet sex. April had lowered her face even closer now, so that Leah could feel the sharp gusts of breath on her lips. Their gazes were locked and they were very nearly kissing. No matter how much Leah willed it, the girl still would not yield control.

‘She’s very stubborn, though,’ the taunting continued. ‘One time, I caught her stealing money from Gwen’s purse and I said I would tell on her unless she did whatever I wanted. We rode over to Sankey’s stables and I got two of the lads there to get their pricks out for us to suck. She wouldn’t do it, even though she knew she would get a right thrashing from Gwennie. They had nice cocks, too. In the end, I had to do them both myself. They had absolutely gallons of spunk, and they made me swallow it too. Fortunately, Gwen absolutely went to town on May’s arse. She couldn’t walk for two days! It really made me come watching it.’

Leah really wanted to come too, and she knew April could feel it. The hips were dropped just a fraction so that the sodden pussy was pressing and parting against the back of her hand, forcing her fingers to work harder to keep up the rate. A teasing tongue was snaking out over her open, wet lips. It was an electric-tingle touch that brought her to the edge. The pretty face of her tormentor then slowly came down and she was kissed, full and deep. The softness of the lips and the invasion of the tongue were too much for Leah and she came, moaning into April’s mouth. The girl was holding her, continuing the kisses and letting her body tremble beneath her. Then very gently, as the pleasure was still coursing through her body, the full weight was lowered onto her so that their stiff-nippled breasts were crushed together and her hand was flattened between their bare crotches.

She was still panting for breath as April pushed herself back up onto her knees. It was too soon. Leah wanted closeness, regardless of the animosity April had always showed her. It was not to be granted. The elder twin closed her eyes and spread her knees, which in turn forced Leah’s thighs wider apart. She then began to masturbate her already wet pussy. Leah did not know if the girl took pleasure from her presence or was now oblivious to it. She watched in silent awe as April wanked wantonly, gasping and swearing, her hips thrust forward and her fingers turning to a blur as they rubbed at her clit. She was a girl possessed. Her other hand had gone behind her to sneak a few fingers into her pussy from the rear and as she started to buck and come she pulled them out, leaning forward and pushing them between Leah’s startled lips to make her suck them clean.

It took a few more panting breaths for the climax to shudder through her and pass, then her eyes were open again and full of the usual contempt. She pulled her knickers and leggings back up and climbed over Leah’s legs to stand at the side of the bed.

‘You are a disgusting little wanker,’ she said, ‘and you’ll never have my sister. I’ll make sure of that.’

Leah half expected to be slapped or spat on, such was the distaste evident on April’s face, but this time the girl restrained herself and simply left the room. It seemed that whatever threats, fear, physical or mental pain, even sexual satisfaction Leah incurred, she was not going to be free from her perpetual state of arousal. Even though she was still shaking from her own climax, she found her pussy asking for more before April had even left the room. It was not just because of the way the elder twin belittled and intimidated her, or lost herself in sexual frenzy when she masturbated, it was equally because of the images of May she had conjured. The thought of the young girl and a big-bummed local girl masturbating for each other was difficult to shift, and Leah would have given anything to have been the one to have walked in and discovered them. She could picture May’s face, flushed and intent as she watched her collaborator, her delicate fingers working quickly on her lovely, neat pussy and wishing she had the nerve to reach out and touch her partner, and finally feel what she had been longing for. May was clearly dying to love and be loved, and her innocence made her even more desirable.