Twinsequences (A Twisted Twin Series) (28 page)

I
 shoved
 fries
 into
 her
 mouth.
 “It’s
 amazing
 how
 much
 pent
 up
 anger
 can
 do
 
for
 one’s
 soul,
 my
 dear
 sister.
 I’m
 not
 the
 sister
 you
 once
 thought
 I
 was.
 The
 new
 me
 
won’t
 stop
 until
 you
 have
 nothing
 left
 to
 live
 for.”
 
“Are
 you
 going
 to
 kill
 me?”
 She
 seemed
 afraid.
 
 
“I
 haven’t
 decided.”
 I
 looked
 over
 and
 saw
 Stosh
 trying
 not
 to
 laugh.
 He
 knew
 
I
 could
 never
 do
 something
 that
 horrible.
 
 
“Willow…Will,
 please.
 I’ll
 walk
 away.
 I’ll
 let
 you
 have
 him.”
 
I
 smacked
 her
 in
 the
 face.
 “You’ll
 let
 me?
 Are
 you
 fucking
 serious?
 Dear
 sister,
 
he
 was
 never
 yours
 to
 give.
 He
 was
 always
 mine.
 You
 were
 just
 the
 consolation
 
when
 he
 thought
 he
 could
 never
 have
 the
 real
 thing.”
 She
 looked
 over
 at
 Stosh
 and
 
he
 said
 nothing.
 She
 knew
 it
 was
 the
 truth.
 I
 watched
 her
 begin
 to
 sob.
 “Awe,
 what’s
 
wrong?
 Does
 that
 hurt
 your
 feelings?”
 
“Please
 stop!”
 
I’d
 taken
 enough
 psychology
 classes
 to
 know
 that
 someone
 like
 my
 sister
 
couldn’t
 take
 this
 kind
 of
 mental
 torture.
 In
 fact,
 it
 had
 been
 that
 same
 kind
 of
 
torment
 that
 left
 her
 the
 way
 she
 was.
 This
 was
 just
 a
 small
 part
 of
 my
 plan
 to
 
destroy
 her.
 
 “How
 does
 it
 feel?”
 
She
 cried
 harder.
 “Please,
 Willow.”
 
“Don’t
 beg
 me.
 You
 will
 get
 no
 remorse
 from
 me.
 You
 stripped
 me
 of
 so
 much.
 
There
 will
 never
 be
 forgiveness
 from
 me.
 I
 hate
 the
 person
 that
 you’ve
 become.
 I
 
hate
 that
 I
 loved
 you
 so
 much,
 but
 you
 didn’t
 give
 a
 damn
 about
 me.
 I
 never
 did
 shit
 
to
 you,
 Ivy.”
 
“You
 don’t
 understand.”
 
Her
 sobbing
 was
 exhausting
 me.
 I
 threw
 my
 trash
 in
 the
 bag
 and
 stood
 up.
 
 
While
 looking
 at
 my
 sister,
 I
 leaned
 down
 and
 kissed
 Stosh.
 “After
 you
 put
 away
 the
 
trash,
 meet
 me
 in
 the
 shower.
 There’s
 this
 spot
 on
 my
 back
 that
 I
 can’t
 reach.
 It
 feels
 
so
 good
 when
 you
 do
 it.”
 
I
 headed
 into
 the
 bedroom
 with
 a
 smile
 on
 my
 face,
 but
 I
 didn’t
 close
 the
 
door;
 not
 when
 I
 could
 hear
 her
 pleading
 with
 him.
 
“Stosh,
 please
 don’t
 do
 this.
 You
 know
 I
 love
 you.
 Can’t
 you
 see
 she
 is
 the
 evil
 
one?
 All
 I
 ever
 wanted
 to
 do
 was
 be
 with
 you.
 I
 just
 wanted
 you
 to
 love
 me.”
 
I
 couldn’t
 see
 them
 or
 what
 they
 were
 doing.
 
“Ivy,
 you
 don’t
 know
 how
 to
 love.”
 
“That’s
 not
 true.”
 
“You
 got
 with
 me
 to
 spite
 your
 sister.
 You
 told
 me
 we
 were
 going
 to
 make
 her
 
jealous
 so
 that
 she
 would
 want
 to
 date
 me.
 Now
 look
 at
 what’s
 happened.
 How
 can
 
you
 sit
 there
 and
 say
 you
 loved
 me?
 Everything
 you
 do
 is
 some
 ploy
 to
 get
 what
 you
 
want.”
 He
 was
 getting
 frustrated.
 I
 could
 hear
 it
 in
 his
 voice.
 
“You’re
 wrong.
 We
 fell
 in
 love.
 You
 know
 it’s
 true.”
 
“Just
 like
 the
 way
 you
 fell
 in
 love
 with
 Rafe?”
 
It
 got
 very
 quiet.
 
 
“I
 don’t
 know
 what
 you’re
 talking
 about.”
 Was
 she
 really
 going
 to
 play
 that
 
card?
 I
 was
 about
 to
 go
 out
 there
 and
 bitch
 slap
 her.
 
“Spare
 me
 the
 act,
 Ivy.
 I
 ran
 into
 your
 boyfriend
 today.
 He
 approached
 Willow
 
and
 wanted
 to
 know
 when
 they
 were
 going
 to
 run
 off
 together.”
 
“Maybe
 he’s
 with
 Willow?”
 
Seriously?
 She
 was
 going
 to
 play
 that
 game?
 
“I
 was
 having
 you
 followed,
 you
 lying
 bitch!
 I
 knew
 all
 about
 him.”
 
I
 wished
 I
 was
 in
 the
 room
 to
 see
 the
 look
 on
 her
 face.
 I
 knew
 it
 was
 priceless.
 
“Stosh…I.”
 
“Save
 it,
 Ivy!
 Finish
 eating
 and
 I’ll
 be
 back
 to
 check
 on
 you.
 I
 can’t
 even
 look
 at
 
you
 without
 feeling
 sick
 to
 my
 stomach.”
 I
 was
 so
 caught
 up
 that
 I
 didn’t
 have
 time
 to
 
move
 away
 from
 the
 door
 before
 he
 came
 walking
 in.
 I
 felt
 embarrassed
 about
 it,
 but
 
he
 smiled
 and
 kissed
 me,
 making
 it
 a
 little
 less
 awkward.
 
She
 was
 yelling
 from
 the
 living
 room.
 “How
 do
 I
 eat
 with
 no
 hands?”
 
“Figure
 it
 out!”
 He
 responded
 as
 he
 started
 tugging
 on
 the
 bottom
 of
 my
 shirt.
 
I
 moved
 my
 head
 to
 the
 side
 as
 his
 mouth
 found
 it’s
 way
 to
 the
 base
 of
 my
 neck.
 He
 
whispered
 in
 my
 ear,
 “I
 want
 more.”
 
My
 body
 became
 hot
 and
 a
 fire
 had
 ignited
 between
 my
 legs.
 I
 lifted
 one,
 
letting
 my
 knee
 rub
 against
 his
 inner
 thigh.
 He
 pushed
 me
 down
 on
 the
 bed
 and
 fell
 
on
 top
 of
 me,
 smothering
 me
 with
 hot,
 wet
 kisses.
 I
 felt
 his
 hands
 pushing
 up
 my
 
shirt
 and
 lifted
 my
 bra
 so
 that
 my
 breasts
 could
 fall
 out
 of
 the
 bottom.
 He
 licked
 one
 
of
 my
 nipples,
 then
 went
 and
 did
 the
 same
 to
 the
 other
 side.
 His
 tongue
 flicked
 
against
 it,
 making
 it
 wet
 and
 slippery
 when
 he
 tried
 to
 pinch
 it.
 
 
I
 arched
 my
 back
 and
 reached
 down
 the
 front
 of
 his
 pants.
 When
 I
 felt
 the
 
smooth
 skin
 of
 his
 cock
 against
 my
 fingers,
 I
 knew
 I
 found
 what
 I
 was
 looking
 for.
 My
 
hand
 wrapped
 around
 his
 shaft
 and
 I
 began
 stroking
 him.
 Our
 kisses
 became
 more
 
aggressive
 with
 every
 one
 of
 my
 strokes.
 
 
I
 couldn’t
 believe
 he
 wanted
 me
 again,
 so
 soon,
 but
 I
 wasn’t
 going
 to
 argue.
 I
 
pulled
 my
 hand
 out
 and
 began
 unbuttoning
 his
 pants
 so
 that
 I
 could
 get
 them
 off.
 He
 
ran
 his
 hand
 up
 my
 shorts
 and
 slid
 my
 underwear
 to
 the
 side.
 I
 felt
 him
 rubbing
 on
 
my
 lips
 and
 then
 separating
 them.
 I
 was
 still
 wet
 from
 our
 encounter
 just
 a
 short
 
time
 ago.
 That
 was
 the
 whole
 purpose
 of
 the
 shower.
 Still,
 I
 couldn’t
 deny
 what
 we
 
both
 wanted.
 I
 needed
 him
 inside
 of
 me
 and
 he
 needed
 to
 be
 there,
 too.
 
As
 soon
 as
 his
 pants
 came
 down,
 so
 did
 my
 shorts.
 In
 fact,
 all
 of
 our
 clothes
 
came
 off
 and
 we
 were
 left
 naked,
 pretzeled
 together
 on
 his
 bed.
 He
 stood
 up
 at
 the
 
end
 and
 pulled
 me
 down
 so
 that
 half
 of
 my
 ass
 was
 hanging
 off.
 My
 legs
 were
 placed
 
over
 each
 of
 his
 shoulders
 and
 he
 rubbed
 the
 underneath
 of
 my
 ass
 as
 he
 positioned
 
himself.
 I
 felt
 him
 sliding
 in
 and
 watched
 as
 he
 
 watched
 himself
 doing
 it.
 
 
He
 bit
 down
 on
 his
 lip
 and
 began
 pumping
 himself
 in
 and
 out.
 
 
Stosh
 took
 one
 of
 my
 legs
 and
 leaned
 in,
 bringing
 it
 almost
 flat
 against
 my
 
chest.
 “I’m
 close.”
 
With
 both
 of
 my
 legs
 now
 almost
 touching
 my
 chest
 and
 Stosh’s
 strong
 arms
 
holding
 them
 there,
 I
 felt
 his
 body
 tightening.
 I
 opened
 my
 eyes
 and
 saw
 his
 closing
 
as
 he
 was
 overwhelmed
 with
 satisfaction.
 
 
After
 a
 few
 moments,
 he
 finally
 fell
 beside
 me
 on
 the
 bed,
 allowing
 my
 legs
 to
 
finally
 relax.
 My
 muscles
 were
 tired
 and
 aching,
 but
 I
 liked
 knowing
 why
 they
 felt
 
that
 way.
 
 
He
 leaned
 over
 and
 kissed
 my
 lips
 softly.
 “We
 never
 made
 it
 to
 the
 shower.”
 
“I
 forgive
 you.”
 
“For
 the
 shower?
 I
 didn’t
 know
 I
 was
 in
 trouble.”
 He
 smiled
 and
 traced
 the
 
skin
 on
 one
 of
 my
 breasts.
 
 
I
 shook
 my
 head.
 “Not
 for
 the
 shower,
 Stosh.”
 
He
 sat
 up
 and
 got
 real
 serious.
 
 
I
 reached
 up
 and
 stroked
 the
 side
 of
 his
 face
 with
 the
 back
 of
 my
 hand.
 “I
 just
 
want
 to
 move
 forward.
 If
 something
 bad
 happens
 to
 me,
 I
 want
 you
 to
 know
 that
 I
 
forgive
 you
 for
 your
 part
 in
 Ivy’s
 plan.
 I
 can
 see
 how
 she
 used
 you,
 but
 I
 also
 feel
 
flattered
 that
 you
 felt
 like
 it
 was
 the
 only
 way
 you
 could
 ever
 be
 with
 me.
 I
 felt
 our
 
connection.
 As
 much
 as
 I
 try
 to
 rationalize
 that
 forgiving
 you
 is
 a
 mistake,
 I
 can’t
 
not
 
do
 it.
 What
 I
 want
 is
 right
 in
 front
 of
 me
 and
 nothing
 is
 going
 to
 stop
 me
 from
 having
 
it.”
 
He
 smiled,
 showing
 his
 almost
 perfect
 teeth,
 before
 letting
 his
 head
 fall
 down
 
on
 my
 chest.
 He
 brought
 my
 hand
 up
 to
 his
 lips.
 “So,
 I
 have
 my
 best
 friend
 back?”
 
I
 ran
 a
 hand
 through
 his
 dark
 hair.
 “Yeah,
 I
 guess
 you
 do.”
 
He
 leaned
 up
 on
 his
 chin
 and
 looked
 at
 me.
 “There’s
 just
 one
 thing
 that
 
bothers
 me.”
 
“What?”
 
“I
 hate
 that
 I
 have
 to
 call
 you,
 Ivy.
 I
 want
 the
 world
 to
 know
 that
 I’m
 with
 
Willow.
 It’s
 just
 not
 very
 fair,
 after
 everything
 she’s
 put
 us
 through.”
 
Shouting
 started
 coming
 from
 the
 other
 room.
 “I
 CAN
 HEAR
 YOU!”
 
“WE
 DON’T
 CARE!”
 I
 yelled
 back.
 
“We
 should
 probably
 go
 put
 her
 back
 in
 her
 room.
 If
 she
 can
 hear
 us
 talking,
 
I’m
 sure
 she
 heard
 us
 fucking.
 I
 HOPE
 SHE
 DID!”