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Hooked on your love (Like a powerful drug)

Everything about this was wrong. And yet Dove can't help but fall into the same old steps, the same old dance. Rose is an addiction by now, and she's never been able to say no to her younger twin, no matter the demand. It's what got her into this mess in the first place, and it's what's kept her here despite how terrible she knows it is. They're twins, and while they might not be identical those who don't know them well often confuse them. Someone like Rose might wonder if there's a touch of narcissism in this because of that. Dove doesn't bother, because in the end that's nothing compared to everything else she is. A big incestual dyke who can't say no to her sister. Narcissism would just be the cherry of this fucked up sundae.

It's just another day in the end when she finds Rose dragging her into the school toilets, her hands rough as she pushes her firmly against the cold metal wall of the stall and Dove has to fight to swallow a groan. She's lean and lanky to Rose's petite softness and yet the other girl can so easily push her around and it makes her cunt ache at the thought. It makes her tighten around the vibe her lovely sister pushed into her moments before they left for school, a low but constant buzz that's kept her mind drifting and left her panties soaked. And she knows straight away where her sister's hands will go, legs parting automatically for her, Dove's head tilted back against the wall as she tries to refraining from moaning too loudly.

"Rose.... Rose, please," she's not sure what she's begging for, be it Rose taking away the vibe and letting her leave or for Rose to bring her to the climax her body is craving but she knows she needs one or the other before she snaps.

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She's not exactly sure what is is that gets her so competitive when it comes to her older twin. Rose has always been the smaller one, the softer one. The one that people discounted because she seems...milder, somehow, at a glance. But she's always been determined to prove otherwise.

And somewhere along the way, it turned into fucking her sister, to prove that she could best her, that she could get the upper hand and still be small and pert and have sharp little smiles underneath plush lips painted way too dark for her age.

Here, crowded into the school bathroom, the distant hum of the lunch room nothing compared to the buzz in her ears, the rush of blood from her brain to her groin, shoving Dove up against the stainless steel stall wall ruthlessly.

"Please?" she purrs. "'Please' is a word for girls who know what they want, big sis. What is it that you want?"

The steel is cold under her back, Rose's fingers pressing bruises into her bony hips Dove struggles to think clearly. She's mildly aware of the noise of other students and their noises, the buzz of chatter and clang of doors a reminder that she needs to stay as quiet as she can.

But it's hard when he cunt is aching, when she can feel how cold the air is against her soaked panties and the vibe is still a slow buzz that she can't ignore. Not when her sister is pressed up against her, her voice a purr that makes her ache with want and need.

"I... I want..." she shudders, mouth dry and she has to fight the impulse to push her hips forward to Rose. What does she want. What does she want really, what is it that she's certain on. She doesn't know, her mind fuzzy and softly Dove just moans, giving up on deciding. "What does it matter what I want, you'll just do what you do."

Slowly, deftly, Rose worms her hand down in between Dove's thighs, cooing softly like a woman with a baby when she feels how utterly soaked her sister's panties are, feels that dull hum still going between her legs. And that makes her so proud, proud of herself, mostly--that she can exert this much influence over another person, over someone who's somehow meant to be the stronger one, that's what everyone assumes.

"Oh, no no no, that won't do, big sis," Rose mewls, fingers stuttering over the outlines of Dove's lips through her damp underwear. "You know I want to hear."

"Fuck," she says, even if it's more of a groan and this time her hips do arch forward, despite her best attempts to refrain. Her nerves are all on fire, and she's almost certain she can smell herself, her arousal and there's a seed of shame in her gut. But her will is weak, broken and retrained by her little sister and even as Rose runs her fingers over her lips, brushing against the vibe she gasps, shaking like a leaf.

"You," another soft groan, Dove biting her cheek to muffle herself. She wants Rose wants to be used and taken even if she knows it'll only end with her feeling dirty and guilty and she should be stronger. But it's hard, so hard when she's so close and she's so very very horny. "Fuck, fuck I want you, please Rose."

Deftly, Rose grips the base of the vibrator through Dove's panties, her nerves singing in delight at how her sister shakes, arches under her touch. She wedges her mouth between jaw and shoulder, licking a hot stripe up her neck, tasting salt and sweat, punctuated with a bite to her earlobe--teeth just a little too sharp to be normal.

"Of course you do, big sister. It's only right, after all. But maybe I should pull this out of you first--or maybe I should just fuck you with it all over again?"

Her head tilts back without a second thought when Rose presses her mouth to her skin, a submissive action, Dove well aware of it's meaning between people like them. But it's more than suitable and even if Dove is the taller one she feels so very small, one hand clinging to the side of her sister's blouse, feeling every curve of Rose pressed up against her own. And then she bites and Dove can't stifle the cry, hips jerking into Rose, grinding and clenching against the vibe at the same.

"I-I-I..." she stutters, before swallowing hard, eyes half closed and body twitching. Fuck it's hard to think beyond the base instinct and she can smell Rose too, the two scents making her dizzy. "Fuck, yes, yes Rose, please." She doesn't know which she's saying yes to, and in truth it doesn't matter. Just as long as Rose does something.

Rose growls lightly against her sister's skin, pleased by that little show of submission. Dove knows exactly what to do, all the right moves, and it's enough that Rose wants to reward her. So she deftly pulls aside her useless, soaked panties, and with long fingers pulls the vibrator almost all the way out of her cunt, before plunging it back in without preamble.

"You're such a slut, big sis. So eager to be debauched, aren't you?"

She whines as Rose pulls her panties aside, shuddering at the slow drag vibe out of her, unable to keep from clenching in ripples around the silicone. Its torture she can feel every inch of it even with how slick she is and it just makes her want more, harder, faster, anything. And Rose gives it to her the thrust firm enough to make her cry out, fingers twitching in Rose's shirt.

"Fuck, yeah, yeah, whatever..." she shifts a little, running her tongue over her lips and taking a shaky breath. "We already coverrd the Dove's a slut issue this week."

"Doesn't make it any less true," Rose quips serenely, before occupying her mouth with sucking a mark into Dove's pale neck. Her older twin can sass her all she wants, but she's not perturbed.

Steadily, she pulls the vibe back out, before punctuating her next statement with another hard thrust. "Does it?"

Shes a heated mess, shaking and shuddering against the wall, the metal like ice on her warm skin. And Fove can't help the sounds she makes, soft moans and needy little whines as her hips arch into Rose. Its easy to bruise her pale skin as she can feel the sting of the mark Rose is giving her, knows she'll wear it for days.

"No," she finally manages to gasp, and she has to bite her cheek hard to stop the cry from spilling from her mouth."No, I am, I am, I know."

"Exactly." Her wrist moves with a practiced motion, fucking her sister with ease, but before long it becomes apparent that she's ready to move on to a different game. Ignoring her aching cock for the time being--the bulge in her panties obvious even with the forgiving pleats of her skirt--Rose drops to her knees, pulling out the vibe and dropping it into her bag still coated in Dove's juices.

Ruthlessly, her slim fingers tug her sister's panties downward, useless as they are, letting them rest around her ankles for the moment. Then, without prelude or warning, she lifts her skirt and presses her mouth hard into Dove's cunt, her hands deceptively strong as they hold her thighs open.

She almost wants to sob, because she knows that this is too good, too much and that she's not going to get what she wants. It would be too easy to be allowed to cum, and Rose is anything but easy. She has to fight, even as her body tighten reflexively around tge vibe. Its obscene the noises Rose pulls from the moans the slick noise of her sister fucking her with it and its too easy to imagine its her sister's cock instead, fucking her so vigorously.

Rose pulls the vibe out and Dove can't help the soft whine of disappointment that escapes her. But she then drops and she knows what's next and how its going to ruin her even as her sister presses bruises into her flesh. And she's right, Rose's mouth hot and her tongue working her open even more, both better and worse than the vibe had been.

Rose keeps her mouth open against Dove's soaked cunt, letting her tongue lap hard and messy and careless against her clit, nosing into her folds, sucking hard on her lips, trying as hard as she can to give her sister a sensory overload. She wants Dove twitching and moaning and crying beneath her mouth, wants to hear her yelp and, above all, wants to see her try to stop Rose from making her cum over and over till she's a damn mess.

And then, Rose will get her turn.

But not yet.

Rose's head is right there, some strands askew from her headband and it's a temptation she can't resist, and so Dove finds one hand in her sister's hair. She could try and push her away like this, or pull her closer but she can't find it in her to do eityer, fingers merely twitching around the blonde strabds. She half expects she'll be told off for touching at all but its impossible to care about anything at all. Not when Rose's mouth is so good her entire body on fire and she's sure she's drenching her sister's chin with the mess she can't help but make.

"Fuck," she gasps, hips arching in little twitches and her head slams back against metal and she truly sees stars. "Rose please, Rose I need to, I need to cum, please can I." She's trained enough to know her orgasms aren't her own to take, only to be gifted to her by her sister's good grace. But each second is making it harder and harder to not give into her natural instincts.

She grins against Dove's cunt, feeling her twitch and spasm above her, and for a moment Rose is sorely tempted to give in, to let her come, to hear those cries of pleasure that will surely follow, but she's got a different plan in mind for the moment. So she merely digs in harder, lapping roughly at her clit and reaching up with her free hand to trace two letters against Dove's thigh:

N-O.

Not yet. Not while she's having oh-so-much fun.

She knows the shapes Rose's finger makes all too well, almost feels like the nail is cutting a groove into her skin. And while she tries to hold it back her whine is soft, choking off into a gasp and she bucks against Rose's mouth, body pushing itself up onto tiptoes, said toes curled tight in patent leather shoes. It's hard, it's impossible and though she doesn't mean to her hand tightens in Rose's hair.

"Rose, Rose, please, please I can't I really can't." Another choked sound, almost like a sob and she jerks, half trying to move away from the assault on her clit, knowing she's not going to last if she stays where she is.

"No!" Rose barks, muffled against Dove's soaked cunt, letting her fingers curl into her bony hip, not caring if her sharp nails break skin. She wants to keep absolute control over her sister, needs to be in command.

Needs to be the Alpha.

She tries. God how she tries, because the last thing she wants is to upset her sister. But instincts are instincts and even the sting of Rose's nails breaking her skin, forcing blood to well up on the skin can't stop it and she comes with a sharp cry, her grip punishingly tight in Rose's hair. It was too much, especially after the hours she's spent with a vibe in her, working her up till she was standing on tiptoes at the edge of the cliff.

She comes and even before she fully comes down she can hear herself mumbling, a soft little chant of "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I tried, I tried Rose I'm sorry."

Rose feels Dove's fingers tighten in her hair and lets out a feral growl, a wild untamed sound that echoes throughout the deserted third-floor bathroom that she's claimed as theirs. But she can't be mad, forces herself not to get angry, because she doesn't want to hurt Dove right now. As much as she can force her sister to do degrading things all day, shove dildos and butt plugs in her and send her on her way, she can't make her bleed, can't bite her and let her run back to class with blood running down her thighs. So she lets out a long, shaky exhale as Dove comes down from her climax, and finally pulls away with her mouth and chin and cheeks glistening with Dove's juices.

She straightens, and leans in to press a kiss to her twin's cheek. "That's okay, sweetling. I'll just need to come up with an appropriate penalty for your disobedience, won't I?"

She's shaking from it all, feeling parts of her body tighten in short spasms that she can't control and she's shaking. She's grateful for the wall behind her, that is lets her leans back against it even as her knees stay weak.

Dove knows what she's in for even as Rose pulls away and obediently she forces her fingers to let go. And in a way she's surprised that her sister hasn't marked her, that there wasn't fangs buried in the soft flesh of her thigh. Rose's temper when her control was damaged was always a fiercesome thing, and a part of Dove knows that it's only their location that keeps her from doing anything rash. They're short on time after all.

Her face tilts towards the kiss and Dove feels herself nod even as she turns her face more, lets herself run the tip of her tongue over her sister's cheek. It's taking initiative yes, but she hopes in some small way this sign of subservience will pacify her younger twin. "Yes, of course. What ever you see fitting Rose."

Rose growls low in her throat, but that little act of submission is enough to appease her for the moment. Still, she curls her fingers round Dove's hips and wastes no time in turning her sister around forcefully, pushing her skirt up around her hips and pressing down on the nape of her neck so that she's bent over the toilet, braced by her hands.

She doesn't undress herself just yet; just presses the bulge in her skirt up against Dove's exposed, wet slit rather menacingly.

Her head's a little clearer now that an orgasm isn't such a pressing concern and that means Dove can let the shame and guilt creep into her again. She's disgusting, getting off on her sister's face and then licking it off her cheeks as if it's nothing. Her fluids are sour on her tongue and regret is spreading in her gut even as Rose jerks her into a new position and Dove manages to get her hands up to catch herself just in time.

She's vulnerable like this, unable to watch what Rose is doing and there is an animalistic part of her that throbs at that thought. It's a baser instinct, not happy with just that orgasm and wanting her sister insider her so it feels more complete. She feels it course through her even as her gut twists and Rose presses herself to her slit and Dove can't help the moan she makes, bucking her hips back on instinct. "Rose," she groans, and it's both pleading for mercy and begging for more, two different sides of Dove with their own wants at war with each other. "Rose, please."

"Please," Rose echoes with soft laugh, and she keeps her fingers pressed into Dove's neck, keeping her still with one hand while she pulls her skirt up, tucking the hem into the waistband and tugging her cotton panties down just enough to let her cock spring free. And then, gently, she nudges the head, slick with pre-cum, against Dove's waiting slit.

"Please what?"

She can feel her moving, hear her shifting even if she's pressed down, bent over a public toliet and in truth she could break Rose's grip on her throat. And yet she doesn't wat to finds herself obediently still under the touch, her breathing ragged. And she can feel herself dripping down her thighs, cunt clenching around nothing in anticipation.

Something in Dove cracks with a soft whimper and her head hangs lower right around the time her sister presses her cock to her slit. She's so fucking warm and all of Dove's senses hone in on that slight pressure, a tiny sob slipping free as her hips rock back in an attempt to get more.

"I want you," she says with a choked gasp, so ashamed at how easy she's breaking. "I want you to fuck me already Rose, please fuck me."

Edited 2014-06-25 07:48 (UTC)

That's all she needs to hear, and without a word Rose pushes into her sister's waiting cunt without a thought for going slowly or making sure she's comfortable. She plenty wet; she's basically been getting ready for this all day, and that's not a coincidence on Rose's part.

The younger twin hisses as she fills Dove to the hilt, her cock throbbing from the sudden, tight warmth surrounding her. "Good," she whispers. "Good girl, Dove." And then she pulls her hips back and begins to fuck her ruthlessly.

It's such a good stretch, the feel of her sister pushing into her so roughly, claiming her. She's bigger than the vibe, of course she is, Rose wouldn't have it any other way and a part of Dove burns from how quick she pushed into her, know if she wasn't a dripping mess it would have hurt so much more.

But she can't even bring herself to care, even as shame burns in her gut as she finds herself clenching around Rose, a low moan dropping from her lips. It's what her body's been wanting, needing even and it feels so fucking good. "Fuck," she says, a whine in her throat, and it only gets worse as Rose fucks her, hips hitting her skin hard and Dove feels her own sharp incisors tear through the skin of her lip in her efforts to keep quiet. "Fuck, Rose."

Her sister is dripping around her, the wet sounds coming from the joining of their bodies practically obscene, and Rose's lust is enough that she couldn't care less if someone heard. She wants the whole fucking world to know how she's made her sister her bitch. Made her older sister her Beta.

"That's right," she soothes, before leaning down to suck a mark in Dove's shoulder, bringing a bruise to the surface of delicate skin. And then she can't quite help herself, feral instinct taking hold and she bites into that shoulder, just hard enough to draw blood.

She sounds so fucking needy, like a bitch in heat and yet Dove can't clamp down on the noises, the moans and the soft curses, she makes. Anyone could hear and that just makes her clench again around Rose, and Dove knows she's getting off to the idea of someone finding her like this. Someone knowing what a whore she is for her little sister.

She cries out sharply as Rose sucks a mark into her skin and she can feel her whole body spasm when she then sinks teeth in. It's painful, so fucking painful and yet she can't help but find the pleasure in it, the sharp sweet sting. The way she'll be reminded of this for days, see it every day she gets dressed. She almost cums again from that alone, the way her hands scrabble for grip on the wall a familiar sign of the way she's losing herself to this.

Rose cracks one violet eye open, relishing her sister's reaction, the way her cunt clamps down around Rose's cock, and she laps at the bite wound she's inflicted, growling at the metallic taste of blood that coats her tongue. And then, still fucking Dove mercilessly, she begins to talk her off.

"Come on, Dove, come on, you little whore. You're my little whore, bitch, and you had better come for me if you know what's good for you," she pants into her ear. Not that Rose is going to relent once she does cum; she'll stop when she's good and ready, and not a moment sooner.

She can feel the pain pulsing in her shoulder, the way Rose laps her skin clean of blood making her clench again, all her nerves alight. It's hurts but it's a such a good hurt. She knows if she was capable of making more than a moan she'd be begging for more, shoulders trembling as she keeps herself up.

And then Rose starts to speak, filthy things in that soft voice, Dove feeling every word burn as they're said so directly to her. And she's helpless to do anything but obey, cunt clenching in ripples as she finds it in her to work her hips back and met each thrust. All she needs is that threat and she's gone, cry spilling out as she clenches down, eyes squeezed shut as she cums hard, hard enough that her whole body jerks and shudders against Rose.

Rose doesn't ease up, doesn't stop whispering, her voice roughened by the way Dove clenches around her, doesn't stop fucking Dove even when she's come again, even when her body ceases its helpless shuddering, and Rose reaches around to press a finger hard into her clit as she forges on toward her own release.

"Good girl," she croons, "so good, so--mm, so fucking good. And now you're going to take my cum like a good little girl, aren't you? Good little slut that you are."

She's still trembling in the aftershocks when Rose touches her and it's nearly unbearable, Dove unable to catch her cry. It's not so much the pressure that makes her ache but the way Rose's thrusts make her clit slip against the digit, keeping her in the prolonged state. She can feel her cunt continuously clenching around her sister's cock, can feel pleasure starting to peak again and she's so very ruined there's no point holding back now.

"Yes," she gasps and it's the word that lets the flood out, "Yes, please, cum in me Rose, please I want to feel it I want you to cum in me, fuck, fuck fill me already! I'm your good girl, cum in me!"

It's the fervor of Dove's begging, the utter helplessness in her voice that finally breaks her, and Rose's hips finally surge forward, slamming into Dove's ass hard as she blows her load with a strangled moan that's surprisingly girlish.

"Good girl," she croons lightly, "good, good girl." She drapes herself for a long moment over her sister's scrawny back, catching her breath, before Rose finally straightens, pulling out and leaving Dove's cunt a sticky, ruined mess. She reaches into her bag then for something to replace her; a metal bullet vibe, cold from the ice pack in her lunch bag, and without warning she presses it into the sopping mess of Dove's cunt, and pulls her ruined panties back up.

She only just manages to brace herself in time but she still finds her body jerking forward when Rose slams her hips into her and she knows she'll be aching for days after this. Knows and can't find it in herself to care not when she can feel her sister's cock pulsing inside her, filling her her and she's disgusting, she's a monster, but some part of her is calmed, stated now.

She's strong enough to support them both when Rose leans down on her back, lean limbs holding hidden strength. And she knows better than to pull away, Dove swallowing her moan when Rose pulls out. She doesn't even have to reach back to feel how open her sister's cock has left her, and can feel her cum start to try and dribble out no matter how much she tries to clench and keep it.

She fidgets, starting to stand and then Rose is pressing the bullet into her and Dove can't help the way she yelps, jerking away on instinct at how cold the little toy is, a shock to her system and she feels more cum dribble out of her ruined cunt, caught only by her panties. "Fuck, Rose." she hisses, unable to stop herself from clenching around the bullet.

Rose smirks, patting Dove's ass and then letting her skirt fall back down. "That's right," she drawls, tucking her cock away back into her panties and setting about straightening her clothes. Somewhere in the distance the bell rings, signalling the end to their lunch period, and Rose looks unfazed by it. After all, she's not the one with filth dribbling out of her and into her panties.

Without a second glance, she opens the stall door and crosses to the large mirror opposite, checking her hair in the mirror, rinsing her mouth clean with water from the faucet and watching the faint streaks of blood wash down the drain.

"Are you almost ready? We'll be late."

There's a whine she has to swallow, as she straightens up and she feels the little vibe shift even so slightly inside her. She feels worn out, broken in in a way thanks to Rose's size and yet she can still feel the way she tightens around the bullet, holding it inside her.

She looks up, startled somewhat at the bell ringing and groans, hands fumbling as she tries to fix herself up, hissing softly as her bra strap presses against the fresh bite mark. Her legs feel weak, like a newborn foals or some shit as she steps forward, half tucking her blouse, making a face as she feels more cum leak out of her .

"Yeah well whose idea was this?" She manages to sass back, huffing as she cups water between her hands, wetting her face as if that will calm the redness still in her cheeks. She stays like that for a minute, cooler hands pressed to her face and fighting the feeling of disgust in her gut.

Rose shoots her sister a warning look as she stumbles out of the stall and splashes water on her face. "You're quite welcome, sister," is all she says as she tucks a stray strand of pale blond neatly back into place and hitches her satchel over her shoulder.

Making for the door, she turns her head to eye Dove over her shoulder.

"See you at home."

And Dove ignores it, shaking water off her hands and staring resolutely at the wall in front of her. She barely even acknowledges Rose's goodbye, even though she knows she'll like be later punished for it. Fuck it, what else can Rose really do to her.

She'd rather stay back, skip the class she has next but there are enough black marks to her name as it is, most all thanks to her sister's appetite and with a bitten down curse Dove runs to class, unable to ignore the mess in her panties as much as she wishes she could.

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