The twins were bitches. Even they admitted it, even if they did so from behind the smirking smile of girls who knew they would get away with it. Tessa and Kinsey cockteased men relentlessly, were endlessly catty and cruel to even the women they liked most, and skated through life on their daddy’s wealth. They shoplifted expensive lingerie for fun, ignored traffic rules, and barely paid attention in their college classes, trusting daddy to buy them out of any troubles they ran into.
It was the movie that got them into trouble. Well, that and the drugs. The movie was called “Ultimate Justice”, and the giant poster for it displayed on the city centre billboard blared its tagline in three-metre-high letters – “YOU WILL GET WHAT YOU DESERVE”.
Kinsey and Tessa encountered it at four in the morning, staggering home from an all-night rave. They’d taken drugs earlier – what was a rave without drugs, after all – and being popular and rich they’d had early access to a new concoction, better than ecstasy. At first it made you euphoric – and yes, they’d been so happy they could scream – but on its way out of its system it left you feeling dopey, obsessive and highly suggestible.
The girls, spaced out and barely awake, sat across from the billboard for over an hour, waiting for the first morning bus service home, and they spent the whole hour staring at it. By the time their bus arrived, its message was burned into their subconscious as powerfully as any hypnotic suggestion.
It made itself felt the next day at college. After the last class of the day, Kinsey saw two unpopular girls walking by holding hands. She pointed them out to Tessa, giggling.
“Lez harder, dykes,” Tessa called after the girls, laughing, a cruel edge in her voice. The girls blushed and walked faster, heads down, and at the time Tessa forgot about it as soon as they were out of her sight.
But at home, later, in their shared bedroom, Kinsey said, “We were awful to those girls.”
Tessa considered. “We’re always awful to lesbians,” she said. She started to feel a sick feeling in her stomach.
Kinsey felt it too. “*We* should be lesbians,” she said slowly. “It would serve us right.”
“It would be what we deserve,” Tessa agreed. She felt like she was in a dream, unable to control what she was doing. She moved towards her sister, and her sister rose, and a minute later Tessa and Kinsey were kissing passionately, tongues entwining. Both made noises of distress – panic at what they were doing, how inappropriate and taboo it was, and surprise at the fact their nipples were rock hard and their cunts were gushing with arousal.
They pulled at each other’s clothes, and soon they were writhing naked on the bed, knees pressed against each other’s cunts, forcefully squeezing each other’s tits.
Kinsey pulled away suddenly, and for a moment Tessa thought her sister had found the self-control that Tessa herself lacked. But Kinsey was just opening the curtains that faced out onto the street, framing their bed as a little stage for passers-by on the road. “People should see us like this,” she explained, a note of uncertainty in her voice.
“It’s what we deserve,” Tessa agreed dully, and took her mobile off the bedside table and set it to film the two of them. She would upload it to the internet later. It was what they deserved. Then, unable to control themselves, the two girls returned, nude, to the bed, and began to desperately 69, each twin with her tongue buried deeply in her sister’s fuckhole.
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The next day at class the two girls were bright red with humiliation – and other emotions. They couldn’t seem to stop holding hands, and several times they kissed in public, eliciting looks of arousal and disgust from those around them. Neither girl was wearing panties, they both having been unable to mount an argument as to why they deserved to have them. Both were also wearing clothespegs clipped painfully to their clitoris, labia and nipples, those also having seemed to them to fall within the ambit of what they deserved.
Between classes, Kinsey distributed copies of yesterday’s pornographic lesbian film on USBs, to friends and strangers alike, blushing and offering no explanation. To those who looked like they might accept it, she gave hugs that were definitely more than friendly, and kisses that involved tongue. She noted with dismay the erections in the pants of almost ever boy she saw that day.
“We’re such cockteases,” Tessa said unhappily on their way home, and Kinsey agreed. Their guilt multiplied. By the time they got home, they didn’t even make it to their bedroom, instead stripping naked in their front garden and fucking each other in public. “This is what we deserve,” Kinsey moaned in the few moments she was able to pull her tongue out from between her sister’s legs. Both girls tugged hard on their sister’s clit and nipple clamps, increasing their mutual pain and punishment as a crowd gathered on the street.
They spent most of the night compiling a list of things they deserved. They both agreed they deserved to be fucked by their daddy for being spoiled brats all their lives, and began to plan ways to make this happen. They were sure they should be fucked – no, raped – by most of the men they had cockteased over the years, and drew up a list of the men they hated most so they could offer themselves to those men first. Kinsey suggested they didn’t deserve to go to college, and so they decided to drop out tomorrow and get jobs in a brothel. Tessa suggested they didn’t deserve to look like nice girls instead of sex cows, and both girls immediately began to explore the possibility of getting giant fake tits…
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