Hooked on your love (Like a powerful drug)

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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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[pastelgoth]

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."

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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.

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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."

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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.