This is intended for adults 18 and over. If you don't want to read sexually explicit material, do not read any further. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to living persons is purely coincidental. Enjoy. Twin Sisters by Jedi Knight The Rape
Nora St. John was curled up on the couch in the darkened living room trying to concentrate on an old Vincent Price horror on TV. It was late, after 11 PM, and her twin Ronni wasn't home from work yet. Try as she might, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. She and her were as close as most sisters are, but they had the added bond of being twins that allowed each of them to sense when something momentous was happening to the other, whether good or bad. Their mental bond as twins had grown even tighter after their had been killed in a plane crash the year before, just days after their graduation from high school. The last year had created a kinship between them that few people ever get to experience in their lives. Finally, unable to concentrate, she turned off the and sat brooding in the darkened room, trying to get some kind of feeling for what was going on with her sister. Suddenly, she heard a powerful engine and squeeling tires at the curb in front of the house. A door slammed, and the vehicle accelerated away with tires screaming on the pavement. A wave of overwhelming pain and terror washed over her as she jumped up and ran to the window. She knew instintively that her sister was in trouble. Running out the front door and down the long path to the curb, she saw what could only be a body slumped in the gutter, and could hear the sound of terrified sobbing. As she dropped to the ground next to the quivering form, she cried out in anguish. It was her Ronnie. Her long auburn hair was a mess, full of leaves and bits of twigs, and her clothes were hanging in tatters on her body leaving her more nude than clothed. Gently, she put her hand on her sister's shoulder only to have Ronnie violently pull away and scream in fear. "Ronnie, its Nora, you're safe now! Its okay, baby, its okay. They're gone." Ronnie's wild look of fear softened as she heard the familiar voice and she reached out to her sister, clutching her for reassurance. Nora kept up a constant soft murmuring as she folded her into her arms and rocked her back and forth until her sobbing began to lessen and her breathing returned more or less to normal. After several minutes of just holding her and letting her hear her soothing whispers of reassurance, she helped Ronnie to her feet and slowly walked her back up the path to house. Once inside, she turned on a small lamp next to the stairs leading to the second floor, and gasped in shock as she saw the extent of the damage to her sister. Ronnie's clothing was mud spattered and pretty much shredded. Her beautiful hourglass figure shown through the ripped clothing in a dozen places, scratched and bruised. But the most frightening thing of all were the streaks of dried and spattered blood that covered her inner thighs from knees to crotch. Her beloved sister had been brutally raped! Even though the sobbing had subsided to a low whimper and an occassional deep shuddering gasp of breath, Ronnie still had the look of a trapped animal in her tear stained eyes. Her makeup was smeared and running down her cheeks, giving her an almost ghoulish appearance. A wave or almost insane rage washed over Nora, causing her to tremble violently. She turned toward the telephone on the small table and picked up the receiver. "I'm calling the police. Those are going to pay for this if its the last thing I ever do!" Suddenly, Ronnie came out of her almost trancelike state, grabbing her sister's arm in a grip that was like iron. "NO! Please, nobody can ever know about this!" Her eyes had a wild look in them that stunned Nora into inaction. "But...but, Ronnie! You have to report this! Look what they've done to you!" Ronnie threw her arms around Nora and buried her face in the hollow of her throat, begging her again not to call in a rush of words. Nora took her by the shoulders and pried her loose, looking into her eyes in disbelief. "But WHY?" "I could never bear it if anyone found out, Ronnie. I've seen what happens when a woman reports a rape! I'll have to go to court and tell everybody what happened, and it'll be in the newspapers and on TV, and everybody will stare at me and wonder if I was a cock teaser or something. I couldn't live with that, not EVER!" All the tension went out of her and she slumped down onto the bottom step of the stairs, sobbing. Nora could feel the emotions of her sister's humiliation wash over her in waves. Her anger turned to sympathy and she nodded as she reached out and laid a reassuring hand on her sister's shoulder. "I don't agree, but if that's the way you want it, that's the way it will be. Now, come on, let's get you cleaned up and you can tell me what happened." She helped Ronnie to her feet, and holding her tightly, they went slowly up the steps to the bathroom. The Nora sat Ronnie down on the lid of the commode and then reached into the tub and turned on the hot water tap full blast. In a few seconds steam started rising from the water, so she tripped the lever on the drain to close it. The tub began to fill with scalding hot water. The room was soon filled with warm, moist steam that felt strangely reassuring to Nora. She turned back to Ronnie, who was now sitting huddled up on the commode with her knees drawn up under her chin and her arms wrapped around her legs. She no longer sobbed, but the tears still streamed down her cheeks unabated. "Come on, sweetie, let's get you out of those rags." Nora gently unfolded Ronnie's arms and helped her stand up. Ronnie stood there meekly, making no effort to help remove the remnants of her clothing. Nora unbottomed the two remaining buttons on her blouse and it fell in two pieces onto the floor, revealing her sister's scratched and bruised in the remnants of what was once a very pretty lacy bra. Despite her appearance, Nora couldn't help but admire the beauty of her and the full 34C breats that stood high and proud on her chest. She removed the bra and threw it into the wastebasket in the corner of the room. Next, she unsnapped the waistband of the once bouncy pleated skirt and gently worked it down over the trim 32" hips. The lacy frenchcut Ronnie had been wearing were hanging in tatters on her hips. A wave of conflicting emotions ranging from rage, to admiration, to sisterly love washed over her once again. Despite the mud, the grime, and splotches of dried blood that covered Ronnie, Nora marvelled at how beautiful she was, and remembered how she looked earlier that day all scrubbed and smelling of bubble bath, her long auburn hair flowing in shimmering waves around her shoulders, her deep blue eyes sparkling with laughter as she bounced out of the house on her way to work. Snapping out of her brief reverie, she slid the remnants of the to the floor, then helped Ronnie lift each foot to clear the destroyed garments away, removing the single remaining loafer that was on her right foot at the same time. She gently pushed Ronnie back down on the seat of the commode, and glanced at the tub. It was about two thirds full of steaming hot water, so she turned the hot faucet to a trickle and started a slow stream of cold water running to bring the temperature of the bath to the right place. Turning back, she picked up the big, soft hair brush from the vanity counter. "Let's get this stuff out of your hair." Nora turned Ronnie to the side a bit and began slowly running the brush down the tangled mess of her hair, pausing to remove the leaves and twigs as she went. After several minutes, the bulk of the vegetation and most of the tangles were cleared, and Ronnie started to look more human again. Nora laid the brush down, took Ronnie by the hand and pulled her up, putting her arm around her shoulder. She helped her take the three steps to the side of the tub and then leaned over to test the water temperature. It was just right, so she turned off the water and gently put Ronnie into the tub, where she sank back against the end of the porcelin. The hot water washed over her battered body as she leaned back, causing her hair to spread out in an auburn fan around her neck and shoulders as she settled in. Her breasts poked up several inches above the steaming water, and the difference between the air temperature and the water temperature caused her nipples to swell and pop up stiffly. When Nora saw that, a brief tick of something clicked deep inside her, but she didn't really notice it at the time. She picked up a large natural sea sponge and dipped it into the hot water, saturating it, then began gently squeezing the water out over the top of Ronnie's auburn head. After several minutes of this, she noticed that Ronnie had closed her eyes, her breathing more regular as the hot, soothing water pulled the pain and anquish out of her battered form. "Do you feel up to telling me what happened, Ronnie?" Nora paused in her ministrations and looked intently into Ronnie's eyes. Ronnie blinked several times and took a deep, shuddering breath then nodded imperceptibly. In a voice so low that Nora had to strain to hear her, she began to relate a of terror and degradation that had seemed to last for an eternity. "I was all alone for the last hour at the store. Marcy and left early because things were so slow, and Mr. Peters is out of town on a business trip, so I had to stay to close up by myself. At nine, I closed down the registers and turned off the lights and locked the front door. After I turned on the alarm, I went out the back and was locking the door when two in ski masks grabbed me and dragged me into a car. They must've been waiting for me in the dark by the trash bin, because I didn't know they were there. There were two more of them in the car, and they stuffed a rag in my mouth so I couldn't scream and forced me to lay on the floor in the back seat. All I was able to see was their wrists because they were all wearing black and gloves and ski masks, but one was white and one was black. I never did see the two in the front because they blindfolded me before the car took off. One of them told me if I wanted to live through the night that I'd better not make a sound or resist them in any way. He made his point by pinching my nipples so hard I almost passed out from the pain. They drove for what seemed like hours, and I know they took me somewhere outside town, because after awhile all the roads were gravel like they are out toward the lake. Finally, they pulled off into some kind of clearing or something with a lot of ruts and bumpy ground. When we stopped, the two in front got out and got something out of the trunk, then said something to the two in back and they dragged me out of the car. The two of them held me between them and walked me someplace where there was grass, and then forced me down onto a blanket on the ground. I could hear them talking among themselves, and they were drinking, because I could smell the whiskey. They were laughing and making gross comments about how they were going to fuck me till I screamed for mercy or begged for more, they didn't care which. I tried to tell who they were from their voices, but the masks muffled their voices and they were far enough away that I couldn't hear all that well. After awhile, they came over and got all around me on the blanket and made me stand up and put my arms behind my back. One of them tied my wrists so I couldn't fight them, then they started tearing my clothes, and grabbing my and sticking their fingers into my pussy. All the time, they were telling me how they were going to fuck me and make me beg for it. One of them pulled me down onto the blanket and made me kneel, and I could hear him unzipping his pants. He said 'You're gonna suck my dick, you bitch, and you better not use your teeth or you'll regret it.' Then he forced my mouth open and forced his thing into my mouth. He made me lick it all over, and he put it so far down my throat I couldn't breath! I thought I was going to die, but then he started fucking my mouth, and his thing got bigger and harder until it my jaws my mouth was so full. I could feel him getting more excited and all of a sudden he forced it down my throat and started to come. Oh, God, Nora, it tasted awful! And there was so much of it I had to swallow, but I couldn't because he was too big! All his stuff ran out of my mouth and down my neck, and his friends were laughing and saying 'awesome' and 'choke her on it, dude.' Just when I thought I was going to pass out he pulled it out and wiped it all over my mouth, smearing his stuff on my face. Then they grabbed me and forced my face down onto the blanket. I could hear the others taking off their pants and talking about who was going to be the first to take a ride on the 'hershey highway.' One of them started fingering me in my until I was starting to get wet and then he smeared it all over my ass. Then he started to push his cock into my asshole. I was so scared he couldn't get in, so he punched me in side and knocked my breath out of me, and when I was gasping for air I guess I relaxed enough that all of a sudden he put it in me. It so bad I screamed and screamed, but I couldn't hear myself. I could hear one of them saying to be careful and not rupture me, but it so bad and just burned and burned like fire, I didn't care if I died right there. He just stopped for a minute though to get used to me being so tight, then he started to pump it in and out. He was so big, Nora, it felt like it was splitting me all the way up to my throat. " Nora sat there in disbelief, listening to the horrors her beautiful twin had been subjected to. The revulsion was so intense, it was all she could do to keep from vomiting, but she knew she had to be strong for Ronnie, and forced herself to fight off the urge. She ran her hands gently down the side of Ronnie's face and told her to go on, to get it all out. "After awhile, it didn't so much and I guess I loosened up some, because he started to really stroke it in and out. I could feel every inch of him, and after awhile I could feel my nipples starting to swell up and my was getting wet. He just started going faster and faster, and he started moaning, and then he exploded inside of me. I couldn't help it, Ronnie, but when I felt him go off, I had an orgasm and...and I peed all over myself." Ronnie started to cry again in mortification at the way her body had betrayed her, tears streaming down her face, smearing what was left of her makeup even more. After several minutes of silent tears, she began again. "When he finally was done, he pulled out of me, and I felt so empty! But they were just getting started. They turned me over on my back and two of them grabbed my ankles and spread my legs apart as far as they would go. One of the two who hadn't had me yet got between my legs and put his cock up against my and rammed it all the way in in one push. I was a virgin, Nora, I was a good and was waiting till I got married, but that's all gone now. He started fucking me slow, and just fucked me and fucked me until he got off. I couldn't feel anything at all until he got off of me, then I felt empty again, and my were aching and my nipples were hard and I couldn't help it. Then the other one got on me and started fucking me. He made me come before he finished, and I felt so betrayed! But then they started taking turns fucking me, and coming in me, and coming on my and on my face. I don't know how many times they did it, but when they finally were too tired to do it any more, I was so numb I couldn't feel anything. They just pulled me up and put me back in the car, and then dumped me out on the street when they got back into town. I didn't know I was even home until I heard your voice." Nora was stunned; mentally exhausted from hearing her sister's of terror. A great knot of empathy welled up in her throat and she sank into the tub, fully clothed, hugging her in her arms. They lay there crying and holding each other until the water had turned cold. Nora finally struggled up and opened the drain, letting the and the anger and the misery run down the drain along with the dirty water. She quickly stripped out of her wet clothing and turned the shower on, then matter of factly scrubbed Ronnie from head to toe as a would a small child, paying particular gentle attention to her ravaged private parts. When she was satisfied that all was clean, she wrapped Ronnie in a huge fluffy towel and walked her down the hall to her own bedroom, and put her into bed. She climbed under the covers and wrapped her arms around her to keep her warm. After awhile Ronnie fell into a deep sleep, with Nora finally drifting off into the sleep of mental exhaustion. The Healing
Nora woke groggily to Ronnie's nightmarish thrashing and moaning sometime in the very early morning hours. It was still black as pitch outside. She gently woke her sister, who came awake with a cry of terror that quickly subsided into another bout of crying. Nora spoke softly in a soothing voice as she held Ronnie in her arms, gently running her hands up and down her body wherever a muscle was twitching in pain. She closed her eyes and willed her hands to take away the pain, after awhile getting into a rythm of warm flesh caressing warm flesh, a kind of limbo where it didn't matter what part of her body touched that of Ronnie. All that mattered was that there was soft, caressing contact, the healing touch of the laying on of hands. Gradually she sensed that the continuous contact was causing an warm glow in her own body, that started as a spark then slowly built into a glowing ember, and then into a fiery hot coal that caused her own body to begin to be aroused by the contact. She didn't question it at all, assuming that it was only a response to the love she felt for her twin. But soon, she realized that the continuous caressing had caused the same response in Ronnie. She could feel the intense heat coming off of her skin, and her nipples were as hard as diamonds. She started to wonder if maybe she should stop before things got out of hand, but a low, almost feral moan emanated from deep inside Ronnie, and the result was like a switch had flipped in Nora's brain, opening the flood gates of sexual desire. All she could think of was taking away the pain and terror of the rape by showing Ronnie that sex was still something beautiful to be shared by two people who loved each other. She turned her toward her, gently kissing her eyelids and murmuring her name over and over. Ronnie instinctively responded to the overture by throwing her arms around Nora and closing her mouth with her own in a deep kiss. A wave of heat flooded through them as if they were one, and they could no more have stopped what they were starting than they could have flown to the moon. Nora's left hand came to rest on Ronnie's right hip and rolled her into full body contact, mouth locked to mouth, to breast, stomach to stomach. Nora's leg came up between Ronnie's and her thigh made electric contact with her scalding hot pussy. Nora could feel the wetness oozing from Ronnie's and spreading across the top of her thigh as if it was alive. She rolled over then until she was on top of Ronnie, and their contact was even more intimate. Ronnie moaned again deep into Nora's throat and lifted her own leg until it made contact with Nora's own pussy. The touch was devastating, and Nora shuddered in instant orgasm, but there was no relief as it only served to inflame her desire for Ronnie to a fever pitch. Nora's senses were spinning with the aftermath of her orgasm and the heady aroma of aroused womanhood emanating from her sister's soaking wet pussy. She kissed Ronnie again with quick, savage intensity, putting her tongue deep into her mouth. Ronnie responded as if hit with an electric shock, thrusting her hard against Nora's hip bone and forcing her own tongue into Nora's mouth. Nora broke the kiss and showered featherlight little kisses all over her sister's face and neck, quickly moving down to her nipples. Taking the rock hard nubs into her mouth, each in turn, she alternately applied a heavy suction and quick nips with her teeth, causing Ronnie to cry out in ecstacy. Nora's need became almost desperate as she continued working her way down Ronnie's torso, leaving a wet trail of kisses as she went. Ronnie was clutching at her own breasts, squeezing each full globe and pinching the nipples as hard as she could stand it. Her loins started a dance all their own of quick, jerky thrusts and grinds the closer Nora got to her enflamed pussy. Nora couldn't wait any longer and, pausing only to inhale the musky scent of her sister, buried her face in Ronnie's overflowing pussy. Her nose smashed into her clitoris like a runaway train, and her tongue buried itself deep into the folds of her pussy. The effect on Ronnie was unbelievable. She jerked violently, thrusting up into Nora's mouth, then her entire body stiffened for several seconds straining to force more of Nora's tongue into her depths, until finally she let out a high pitched wail. Her entire body convulsed as if she were being electrocuted, each convulsion forcing a flood of juice from her into Nora's suctioning mouth. Her orgasm lasted for what seemed like days, leaving Nora literally drenched from forehead to chin in the sweet, sticky juice of her pussy, until with a final convulsive shudder, she collapsed unconscious on the drenched bedclothes. Nora was stunned at the intensity of her sister's orgasm. She'd had no idea that she was capable of that kind of response with anyone, let alone another woman. Far from bringing her relief, however, it merely ratcheted her own lust and desire up several more notches, leaving her keyed up to a point that she had never thought possible. She crawled up next to Ronnie, licking her juices from her lips and chin as best she could with her tongue, savoring the taste of Ronnie's with each swipe. As she reached Ronnie's head, her groaned in ecstacy and her eyes fluttered open, a look of wonder in them that Nora could see even in the darkened room. She could see the wetness all over Nora's face in the dim light cast by the nighlight in the hall, and before Nora could utter a word, pinned her to the bed on her back and started licking the wetness from her face, drinking in the taste and texture as if she were savoring the most exquisite meal at a 5-star restaurant. To this point, neither of them had spoken a word. Ronnie raised her head and stared into her sister's blue eyes and whispered "I want to do to you what you just did to me." Nora saw a fire of lust burning in Ronnie's eyes that took her breath away so that she could only nod in agreement. For the next two hours the beautiful auburn haired twins took turns pleasuring each other, sometimes fast and hard, and sometimes slow and leisurely, but always resulting in mind numbing orgasms. They found to their delight that Ronnie gushed like a broken dam almost every time she came, while Nora discovered that she was capable of multiple orgasms that seemed to last for days. Finally, as the sun was just starting to light the room through the curtains, they coupled mouth to and to mouth for a long, tender session that ended in a near bone cracking spasmodic orgasm that left them utterly drained of energy, both physically and mentally. As they lay there next to each other holding hands and breathing in deep, shuddering breaths, each could hear the other's thoughts in their own mind, vowing that they would never be apart again, and that no would ever intrude on their love making. After a few hours of sleep they woke to find themselves entwined in each other's arms, and with a deep, soul searing kiss, began again.
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