Oh, if only I’d been born an only child!
It was a refrain Cassidy Matrin had inwardly contemplated more often than she cared to admit. Indeed, it seemed like barely a week passed before she had some new cause to regret having an identical twin sister, familial love frequently eclipsed by her frustration at Sharon’s latest antics. But this… this was beyond the pale. “Mmmmppgggh!” Cassidy cried out in her struggles, grey eyes staring daggers at Sharon as she preened in front of the full-length mirror, the swatch of black silk bound over her mouth rendering her protests unintelligible. “MMMMPPGH!”
“Sorry, sis, but you snooze, you lose,” Sharon replied mockingly, turning back to admiring her reflection. A gorgeous blonde in the prime of life looked back at her, vivacious and alluring, complete with pouty red lips, honey-gold curls cascading down past her shoulder blades, and a tall, willowy frame highlighted by the silver cheongsam she’d “borrowed” from her bound and helpless sister. Blowing herself a kiss, Sharon turned to her sibling with a triumphant smirk, giving her bonds one last check. “I have to say, you look pretty cute all tied up like that. Doubt David would be able to resist you.”
A mortified blush spreading over her pale features, Cassidy did not dignify the comment with a response, ropes creaking as she squirmed about on her bed. Where Sharon had learned to hogtie someone, she had no idea, but once more, she found her attempts at escape frustrated, the knots tantalizingly kept beyond her reach. The coils of rope securing her upper body above and below her full breasts, those binding her wrists, thighs and ankles… she might as well have been locked in iron, so unyielding was her bondage. The hum of the air conditioning returned to life, and Cassidy shivered, fully aware of how she’d been stripped down to her black bra and panties, goosebumps spreading over her toned body.
“Of course, he’s going to be a little busy tonight,” Sharon continued, watching her sister’s eyes widen in shock at the realization of what she intended. “I think I can mimic you long enough to see if he’s all he’s cracked up to be… at least in the bedroom.”
“Mmmmppggh!”
“Well, you never did tell me what David’s like as a lover, sis, so I guess I have no choice but to find out for myself, don’t I?” teased Sharon. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back to free you after supper. Or maybe breakfast. Ta!”
Cassidy’s muffled howl of protest went unremarked, and as the door slammed shut, she redoubled her efforts at escape, the very notion of her lover being taken advantage of more than she could bear. And mimicking my identity in the process! Oh, I really wish I was an only child…