Twinsequences (A Twisted Twin Series) (12 page)

I
 slammed
 the
 book
 shut
 and
 began
 to
 bawl.
 Everything
 I
 ever
 knew
 about
 
my
 sister
 had
 been
 a
 lie.
 She’d
 set
 me
 up
 and
 watched
 me
 fall.
 I’d
 never
 felt
 so
 much
 
hatred
 in
 my
 entire
 life.
 
 
Stosh
 must
 have
 heard
 me.
 He
 came
 running
 in
 and
 wrapped
 me
 in
 his
 arms.
 
“Willow,
 I’m
 so
 sorry,
 babe.
 God,
 I’m
 so
 sorry.”
 He
 rocked
 me
 back
 and
 forth
 as
 I
 let
 
out
 all
 of
 the
 pain
 and
 frustration.
 I
 felt
 like
 I’d
 been
 abandoned.
 Everything
 that
 I
 
ever
 thought
 was
 true
 had
 been
 a
 lie.
 
 
“How
 could
 she
 do
 this
 to
 me?
 What
 did
 I
 ever
 do
 to
 deserve
 this?”
 I
 could
 
barely
 talk,
 but
 somehow
 he
 understood
 me.
 
“I
 asked
 myself
 the
 same
 thing.”
 
There
 was
 nothing
 he
 could
 say
 that
 would
 help.
 He
 just
 held
 me
 and
 let
 me
 
cry.
 We’d
 both
 been
 betrayed
 by
 my
 sister.
 She’d
 cost
 us
 our
 future
 together
 and
 we
 
didn’t
 even
 know
 it.
 I
 couldn’t
 believe
 that
 I
 knew
 someone
 that
 was
 that
 vindictive.
 
 
A
 little
 while
 later,
 after
 I’d
 cried
 so
 many
 tears
 that
 I
 didn’t
 think
 I
 had
 any
 
left,
 Stoshua
 got
 up
 and
 got
 me
 a
 drink.
 I
 sipped
 the
 water
 slowly,
 feeling
 like
 I
 was
 
going
 to
 throw
 up.
 
 
“You’re
 going
 to
 be
 okay.”
 He
 tried
 to
 assure
 me.
 
“I
 appreciate
 that
 you
 think
 that,
 but
 everything
 that
 I’ve
 ever
 known
 about
 
my
 sister
 has
 been
 a
 lie.
 I
 shared
 everything
 with
 her
 and
 she
 pretended
 to
 care.
 I
 
should
 have
 known.
 I
 should
 have
 done
 something.
 She
 blames
 me
 for
 everything.”
 
I
 looked
 over
 at
 the
 diary.
 He
 saw
 what
 I
 was
 doing.
 “How
 far
 did
 you
 get?”
 
“The
 night
 before
 Prom.”
 It
 was
 hard
 to
 talk
 about
 it,
 without
 getting
 choked
 
up.
 A
 couple
 more
 sobs
 escaped.
 
“You
 don’t
 have
 to
 read
 anymore
 tonight.”
 He
 grabbed
 my
 hand.
 
 
“Why
 didn’t
 you
 tell
 me
 about
 this
 when
 you
 found
 out?”
 He
 should
 have
 
called.
 He
 should
 have
 told
 me
 right
 away.
 
“I
 guess
 I
 didn’t
 want
 to
 try
 to
 explain
 on
 the
 phone.
 You
 wouldn’t
 have
 
believed
 me
 anyway.
 Besides…,”
 he
 pulled
 my
 hand
 up
 to
 his
 lips
 and
 placed
 small
 
kisses
 over
 my
 knuckles,
 “I
 think
 it
 worked
 out
 better
 anyway.
 You’re
 here,
 with
 me.
 
This
 is
 where
 you
 belong.”
 
As
 much
 as
 I
 wanted
 to
 know
 more,
 it
 was
 finally
 sinking
 in
 that
 we’d
 been
 
kept
 apart.
 I
 was
 tired
 of
 hurting
 and
 I
 knew
 one
 thing
 that
 would
 take
 my
 mind
 
away
 from
 all
 the
 pain.
 I
 looked
 up
 into
 his
 eyes,
 while
 he
 kept
 kissing
 my
 hand.
 
“Make
 love
 to
 me,
 Stosh.”
 
He
 stopped
 kissing
 my
 hand
 and
 slowly
 sat
 it
 back
 down
 on
 the
 bed.
 We
 
stared
 at
 each
 other
 for
 a
 few
 seconds.
 “What
 about
 the
 diary?”
 
I
 grabbed
 the
 book
 and
 tossed
 it
 across
 the
 room.
 “What
 diary?”
 I
 pulled
 my
 
shirt
 over
 my
 head
 and
 watched
 him
 do
 the
 same.
 It
 had
 only
 been
 a
 couple
 hours
 
ago
 that
 he
 had
 me
 naked.
 I
 wanted
 to
 be
 that
 way
 again.
 
 
This
 time,
 we
 didn’t
 take
 our
 time.
 
I’d
 waited
 close
 to
 five
 years
 to
 feel
 his
 naked
 body
 against
 mine.
 Nothing
 
was
 going
 to
 keep
 us
 from
 being
 together.
 Clothes
 flew
 around
 the
 room
 as
 they
 
were
 ripped
 off
 of
 our
 bodies.
 Our
 kissing
 intensified
 the
 more
 naked
 we
 became.
 
We
 rolled
 around
 the
 bed,
 like
 we
 were
 wresting.
 His
 sculpted
 body
 felt
 smooth
 
under
 the
 palms
 of
 my
 hands.
 His
 ass
 was
 a
 masterpiece
 to
 hold.
 It
 was
 both
 
muscular
 and
 soft
 at
 the
 same
 time.
 
 
The
 more
 I
 touched,
 the
 less
 I
 needed
 to
 know.
 I
 was
 memorizing
 every
 inch
 
of
 his
 body
 like
 it
 was
 a
 textbook.
 
 
He
 held
 my
 hair
 back
 with
 his
 hand
 and
 pulled
 me
 forward.
 I
 fell
 on
 the
 bed
 
on
 top
 of
 him,
 while
 never
 taking
 a
 break
 from
 his
 hot
 kisses.
 His
 tongue
 was
 like
 a
 
drug.
 The
 more
 it
 teased
 me
 the
 more
 I
 craved.
 I
 couldn’t
 get
 enough
 of
 him
 touching
 
me,
 watching
 me,
 seducing
 me.
 
He
 let
 go
 of
 my
 hair
 and
 put
 both
 hands
 on
 my
 ass.
 With
 slow
 movements,
 he
 
started
 guiding
 my
 ass
 to
 grind
 over
 top
 of
 him.
 We
 both
 made
 sounds
 as
 the
 friction
 
turned
 us
 on
 even
 more.
 
 
I
 sat
 up,
 letting
 my
 natural
 breasts
 
 free
 for
 him
 to
 see.
 I
 ran
 my
 hands
 into
 
my
 hair
 as
 I
 rocked
 back
 and
 forth.
 He
 held
 my
 hips
 and
 slowed
 my
 pace.
 “I’ve
 
waited
 a
 long
 time
 for
 this.
 I’m
 not
 about
 to
 go
 fast
 with
 you,
 Willow.
 I
 want
 this
 to
 
last
 all
 night.
 I
 want
 you
 to
 think
 about
 being
 with
 me
 every
 time
 we’re
 apart.
 I
 want
 
you
 to
 need
 me,
 like
 I’ve
 needed
 you.”
 
He
 didn’t
 know
 how
 much
 I
 already
 needed
 him.
 I
 became
 his
 puppet
 and
 he
 
was
 my
 master.
 He
 was
 in
 control
 and
 I
 wasn’t
 afraid.
 I
 knew
 I
 was
 going
 to
 love
 it,
 
because
 I
 already
 loved
 him.
 
When
 Stosh
 picked
 me
 up
 and
 carried
 me
 top-‐side,
 I
 wasn’t
 sure
 what
 he
 was
 
thinking.
 He
 sat
 me
 back
 down,
 on
 the
 blanket
 where
 we’d
 been
 sitting
 before.
 The
 
night
 sky
 was
 the
 only
 light
 out
 on
 the
 dark
 sea.
 
 
Stosh
 kneeled
 down
 in
 front
 of
 me,
 taking
 my
 hand
 and
 kissing
 his
 way
 up
 
one
 of
 my
 arms.
 I
 watched
 his
 every
 move,
 making
 sure
 that
 I
 held
 every
 single
 kiss
 
in
 the
 most
 sacred
 part
 of
 my
 memory.
 This
 was
 real
 and
 it
 was
 happening.
 I
 no
 
longer
 had
 to
 lay
 in
 my
 bed
 and
 imagine
 being
 with
 him.
 I
 was
 experiencing
 it
 for
 
myself.
 
 
He
 lifted
 my
 arm
 and
 placed
 it
 on
 his
 shoulder.
 I
 ran
 my
 fingers
 in
 his
 wavy
 
hair.
 He
 smiled
 and
 met
 my
 lips
 halfway
 between
 us.
 While
 still
 touching
 his
 mouth
 
to
 mine,
 I
 felt
 him
 loosen
 his
 lips.
 “I
 never
 thought
 we’d
 be
 like
 this.”
 
“Me
 either.”
 
 
He
 kissed
 my
 neck,
 then
 down
 to
 my
 breasts,
 taking
 each
 one
 into
 his
 mouth.
 
With
 every
 touch,
 I
 felt
 like
 my
 heart
 was
 mending.
 I
 forgot
 what
 had
 brought
 us
 
together,
 because
 it
 didn’t
 even
 matter.
 We
 were
 overwhelmed
 in
 each
 other,
 
soaking
 up
 our
 emotions
 in
 our
 love
 making.
 
 
Every
 kiss,
 every
 touch
 was
 euphoric.
 He
 made
 his
 way
 down
 to
 my
 waist
 
and
 continued
 on
 his
 journey
 until
 he
 reached
 my
 eagerly
 waiting
 pussy.
 I
 gasped
 
when
 he
 kissed
 me
 there
 for
 the
 first
 time.
 His
 tongue
 became
 a
 tool,
 never
 running
 
out
 of
 batteries.
 His
 rhythmic
 tongue
 set
 a
 pace
 as
 it
 put
 just
 enough
 pressure
 on
 my
 
tiny
 bud.
 It
 didn’t
 take
 long
 for
 me
 to
 cry
 out
 into
 the
 dark
 of
 the
 night.
 
 
I
 grabbed
 at
 his
 hair,
 holding
 him
 against
 my
 sex.
 He
 continued
 licking
 me,
 
even
 after
 I’d
 stopped
 panting.
 I’d
 never
 had
 such
 a
 powerful
 orgasm.
 It
 made
 me
 
feel
 lightheaded
 and
 I
 wasn’t
 even
 standing.
 I
 began
 to
 tremble
 and,
 as
 he
 continued
 
kissing
 me
 down
 there,
 I
 cried
 out
 even
 more.
 
 
Finally,
 when
 I
 couldn’t
 take
 it
 anymore,
 he
 wiped
 away
 my
 juices
 with
 kisses
 
that
 trailed
 up
 to
 my
 mouth.
 I
 tasted
 myself
 on
 his
 lips
 and
 it
 turned
 me
 on,
 knowing
 
where
 he’d
 been.
 
 
I
 cleaned
 off
 his
 chin
 with
 my
 tongue,
 savoring
 the
 taste
 of
 what
 he’d
 done
 to
 
me.
 The
 butterflies
 were
 still
 there,
 reminding
 me
 that
 this
 was
 different
 than
 
anything
 I’d
 ever
 experienced
 with
 another
 man.
 
 
Shortly
 after
 my
 body
 relaxed,
 Stosh
 took
 his
 time,
 sliding
 inside
 of
 me.
 I
 
would
 have
 returned
 the
 favor,
 but
 he
 was
 too
 involved
 to
 stop.
 I
 took
 deep
 breaths
 
letting
 my
 walls
 adjust
 to
 his
 size.
 It
 fit
 like
 a
 glove,
 sliding
 the
 right
 amount
 of
 
intensity
 to
 feel
 perfect.
 Our
 moans
 echoed
 off
 the
 still
 water.
 He
 felt
 so
 good,
 going
 
in
 and
 out
 of
 me.
 
 
We
 changed
 positions,
 with
 me
 sitting
 on
 his
 lap.
 I
 wrapped
 my
 arms
 around
 
his
 neck
 and
 rocked
 my
 body
 around.
 He
 seemed
 to
 enjoy
 the
 way
 I
 moved
 my
 hips.
 
He
 grabbed
 the
 cheeks
 of
 my
 ass
 and
 used
 his
 strength
 to
 steady
 a
 good
 pace.
 
 
My
 nipples
 hardened
 as
 they
 rubbed
 over
 his
 hard
 chest.
 I
 leaned
 into
 kiss
 his
 
lips,
 and
 tease
 him
 with
 my
 tongue.
 Then
 I
 leaned
 back,
 showing
 him
 the
 way
 my
 
own
 stomach
 muscles
 looked
 as
 we
 made
 love.
 
 
There
 was
 nothing
 that
 could
 stop
 us,
 short
 of
 the
 boat
 sinking,
 and
 that
 
wasn’t
 happening.
 We
 were
 completely
 alone
 and
 together
 as
 we
 should
 have
 
always
 been.
 I
 finally
 understood
 why
 he’d
 wanted
 to
 bring
 me
 out
 into
 the
 middle
 
of
 the
 open
 water.
 I
 appreciated
 the
 way
 everything
 was
 playing
 out.
 It
 didn’t
 matter
 
what
 the
 next
 day
 would
 bring.
 I
 wasn’t
 going
 to
 be
 alone
 anymore.
 No
 matter
 what
 I
 
had
 to
 do,
 I
 was
 going
 to
 be
 with
 him.