"Hi. Is Evan here?" Kim asked as she faced his dad, who had gotten the door when she knocked. "Yeah. Come in," he welcomed. Evan was already on his way down and quickly collected Kim and escorted her up to his room. He switched the lights off and shined the flashlight in Kim's eyes. She went blank. "You will submit to Bill Howerton and you will love it when he ties you up, spanks you, whips you, fucks you in either your pussy or asshole and demands that you suck him and lick his balls. You will also obey every order he gives you and be grateful for your enslavement by him," Evan inculcated.

Bill was 5'10" and really skinny with short, curly brown hair. He wasn't exactly what most women would call attractive. He also had a fascination with BDSM, but, like Casey, never had a girlfriend let alone a slave. Evan then ordered her to make her attire disappear and had her lay on her stomach on the edge of the bed with her legs spread. He grasped the middle of her thighs and jammed his cock into her, fucking the bitch's brains out. He dug the fact that Kim was about to go from one often sharp tongued little cunt to humbling herself before one of the social losers at school. Just as Evan was about to spurt, he pulled out of her sopping pink ditch and had her face up, whereupon he climbed on top of her and littered her face with his dick snot.

"Kim, tomorrow you'll walk to my home after school with me, Yvonne and Bill. Wait for us at the flagpole." "Okay," she meekly agreed. After he let her wipe his cum off of her face and get dressed, Evan drove Kim home. When he was safely back in his bedroom, he called Bill. "Hey dude, this is Evan." "Hi Evan. What's up?" Hey dude, I was talking to this chick at school today and it turns out she has, uh, some of the same interests you do." "What do you mean?" "I sort of got her to admit that she was a submissive. I told her I knew a guy into that stuff and she immediately expressed interest in meeting you  because she didn't know anyone else who was into erotic power exchange." "Whoa. Are you serious?" "As serious as a nutshot, dude." "So who is she?" "I think you're going to be surprised. Just meet us at the flagpole tomorrow after school." "Hey, by the way, Evan, how in the hell did Casey end up with Pam Schumacher? I saw them holding hands walking across the quad after school while I was heading to the parking lot and I just about shit! I didn't want to get in the way, so I didn't say anything, but fuck!" "Dude, I have no idea. Sometimes opposites attract, I guess." "Yeah, no shit!" "Okay, anyway, I'll catch ya tomorrow Bill." "Bye."

Like Casey, Bill wondered if Evan was punking him. Nobody had been interested in him at all, even a couple of fat chicks he tried to ask out. So when he ambled to the flagpole the next day, he saw not just Evan and his twin Yvonne, but Kim Campbell? WTF? "Uh hi you guys," Bill said suspiciously. "Hi Bill, man. This is the girl I was talking to you about," Evan pronounced. "Evan, come on man, that's just, fuck, don't bullshit me." he stammered "I'm not, dude," Evan denied "Hi, I'm Kim," she suddenly interjected, extending her hand. Bill slowly clasped it. "I'm Bill." "So why did you want to meet Bill, Kim?" "Because I want to submit to him," she asserted. Bill gave Evan another "WTF" look. He couldn't believe his ears and Kim's tall, shapely body had turned his cock into stone. Bill decided that if he was going to get used for some lulz, he would give it right back. "Okay Kim, show me your tits," he snarled, expecting laughs from the others to follow. But that didn't happen. Instead, Kim pulled her top and bra up and flashed him. "Whoa, dude!" Bill burbled. "Come here and kiss me," he called. She went right up to him, put her hands on his hips and gave him a long, wet kiss. "So Kim, you really want me to be your Master?" "Yes," she smiled shyly. He extended his hand and she took it and they walked 20 yards to a row of benches and he had her sit on his lap. Evan and Yvonne followed. "Told you I wasn't kidding," Evan snarked. Yvonne whispered in his ear, "I wish you could do that with me here." "Definitely," he countered. Evan turned to Bill. "Okay dude, train her real good, but be careful, you understand?" "Yeah. Thanks man. I owe ya one." "No prob, dude."

On the way home from school, Yvonne asked her brother how he had talked such girls into going out with those guys. "I don't know, babe. The conversation just evolves," he smarmed. "So can I hang out with you tonight since those girls aren't going to come over?" "For sure, babe. I'd really like that." "I love you Evan." "I love you, too, Yvonne." Yvonne hugged him and then caught herself since they were still out in public. "You know what, Evan? The only reason I hate being a twin is because anywhere we go people know we're brother and sister and so we can't be affectionate in public with each other. If we were born a year apart or something, we could just go like three towns away and we could pretty much do what we want." "Yeah, no shit, babe. I keep having to stop myself from just reaching for your hand. It aggravates the shit out of me. On the other hand, if we were born separately, we probably wouldn't be as close as we are." "Yeah, that's true. I know mom and dad love the fact that we never really fought very much." "Yep. I know other guys who get into punch ups pretty regularly with their brothers or who have ongoing verbal battles with their sisters." Fuck, that must suck," she projected "Yeah, it seems kinda weird to hate your brother or sister," he echoed.

"Listen Yvonne, I still want you to be my wife. If you end up going out with other guys that's your choice, but in my heart, I really need you with me." "Yeah. I'm right there with you, honey. I only want to feel your arms around me at night. If I go out with other guys it will just be for an extra bit of fun" "And we better die at the same time. You're not allowed to die until I do." "I wish we had that much of a say over that, Evan (giggles)." "No shit, huh?" 

They finally arrived home and, when their parents returned from work, Evan and Yvonne were sitting on the floor with his back against the family room sofa as he held her watching the Discovery Channel. As her mom once described it, it was like they had a need to keep revisiting their experience in her womb. "Hi kids!" their mom, Amanda, chirped as she plopped down on the sofa. As was mentioned earlier, she and her husband had long ago given up on trying to keep them from acting like lovers. They've even had to watch Evan and Yvonne feed each other like young couples sometimes do to indicate their affection for each other. Amanda did worry, though, that Evan and Yvonne's closeness was going to make it nearly impossible for them to live with anyone other than each other. On that account, Amanda hit it right on the nose. The twins had discussed what they were going to do when Yvonne chose to have kids because she definitely wanted them. "We'll find a really handsome genius to impregnate you," Evan joked. "God, does that exist?" Yvonne giggled. "I wish you could do it. I so want to have your child, Evan." "We're on the same wavelength, babe. But we can't and we'll just have to live with it."

Amanda got up to start fixing dinner. Evan and Yvonne also stood up, but to head to Evan's bedroom, where he used his penis to get even closer to her and give each other more love and joy. He had just given her an orgasm in that phase of their lovemaking when Amanda knocked on Evan's door to announce it was time to eat. "I already ate," he whispered to Yvonne, which cracked both of them up. They got dressed, washed their hands and went downstairs to the dining room. "Just make sure you save enough room for dessert," Evan joked. "Oh my God, you didn't just say that!" Yvonne squealed and they both lost it, laughing their asses off at what was an obvious reference to the result of giving him oral sex. "So what's the joke?" their dad wondered. "You had to be there, dad," Evan deflected.

When they circled back to his bed, though, she did use her mouth to drain him of his cream. The interruption by Amanda, though, had killed the mood and thus the inclination to reconvene their session of coital congress, so the expedient thing was for her to reciprocate the orgasms he had given her by giving, as they say in the Japanese soapland brothels, "lip service."

They did their homework. Once that was finished, they showered, Yvonne returning to the room in a pair of light blue pajamas and Evan just in his boxers. He massaged her feet to put her in a more relaxed frame of mind before they both slid under the covers, he holding her from behind as they lay on their sides and she with her hands folded into his, the pair easing into a good night's repose.