[F4A] Twin Peeks [RAPE] [age] [twins] [incest] [voyeur]

TWIN PEEKS
(stalkerish, slow) I can see you, Stacy.  You can’t see me, but I can see you.  I’m sitting in your closet, watching you through the slats.  Any minute, you’re gonna put on a show for me.  I thought about bringing a camera, but it’s not necessary;  (ravenous)  I am gonna remember Every Second of this performance.

I wonder what you’d think if you saw me in here.  Sitting here with a hand in my panties and a Big Grin on my face.  After all, Stacy, YOU may be the star, but it’s MY SHOW.  I produced it.  I did all the work.  (coldly)  It’s inevitable now.  What’s that expression?  Oh, right.  (grin)  It’s all over but the shouting.  (evil giggle)

You know, they say that twins have a telepathic link to each other’s minds.  But you know what I think?  I think it’s a myth…twins just know each other really well.  You and I, we grew up in the same room.  We were side by side in the backseat of Mom’s car.  We sat next to each other in every class.  (grin)  And looky here--we’re STILL next to each other right now, you just don’t know it.  (ravenous) I can foresee the pain on your face, Stacy.  (excited, drawn out)  The horror.  The protests.  The squeaks of torment that’ll just urge him to hurt you more and more.  I don’t need telepathy to understand your nightmare, Stacy.  I’m watching It right now.  I don’t need to be a twin to read your mind.  (bullying) You’re gonna scream so loud, bitch, even the neighbors’ll be able to read your mind.

Do you think Mom and Dad are having a good time at parent-teacher conferences tonight?  Every year the teachers tell them the same thing the first time they meet us.  “It’s like we’re looking in a mirror, Mr. and Mrs. Walker.  Katy and Stacy look so much alike that if it wasn’t for their clothes and their personalities, I don’t know what we’d do.”  (passive-aggressive) I mean think about it.  It’s almost like God played a practical joke, right?  Giving the world someone as gloriously wonderful as me…(coldly) and then giving it a carbon copy 9 minutes later.   (rueful) Yes.  Quite the practical joker.

(expositional) But you know what, Stacy?  Last night I was the one that played the practical joke.  Did you notice Uncle Tony’s eyes this morning?  How red they were?  He told Mom he had a bad cold, and because she’s stupid, she bought it.  But it doesn’t matter.  Even if she hadn’t, he and I had worked out a bunch of other lies to tell her.  The truth is… (gasp)--(change to a greeting) “Oh, hello, Uncle Tony, nice to see you again.  (chuckle)  I know you can’t see me, but a certain part of you is already showing off for my viewing pleasure.  I recognize that BULGE you’ve got there in your boxers.”  (back to narrator) The truth is, Stacy, that he was hung over, because I snuck him a bottle of his favorite vodka.  Y’ know my friend Olivia?  She owes me a favor, and so she had her sister buy it for me.

Anyway, last night Uncle Tony had the same look in his eye as he does Right Now.  Do you know what the difference is?  (grin)  Last night it took me 15 minutes to tease him enough so he’d whip out his cock.  (getting lewder) And then several more minutes before he threw me down and crammed it in my little pussy from behind.  (teasing) But you know what?   Now that he knows he can do it, it’s not gonna take 15 minutes tonight.  I’m guessing T-minus 30 seconds before that big dick is on display.  I don’t need telepathy to read HIS mind either;  it’s perfectly clear that he’s already Sizing You Up, dollface.  I just hope that when he tears those little pajamas off o’ you, he doesn’t try to throw ‘em in the closet, cause that’s where I am.  (giggle).

(stalkerish) You know, speaking of which, I protested him the Whole Time.  Everything he tried to do, I told him no.  I flinched as he came closer to me…(stalkerish, naughty) as his fingers walked up my thighs…as he stroked my hair.  (ravenous) I even refused to let him drag me to the bed.  So the only thing he could do was pin me down, on my stomach, right in the middle of the room.  Right in front of this closet.  (grin)  Right in perfect frame for my show.

(re-imitating your teacher) “It’s like we’re looking in a mirror, Mr. and Mrs. Walker.  Just clothes and personality.”  (expositional) Which always made me wonder...what would happen if one day I snuck into your room, and put on your clothes…and then acted like you in front of our friends?  Would they notice?  Would Mom and Dad even notice?  I certainly knew Uncle Tony wouldn’t notice…I mean, it’s not like alcoholic pedophiles notice too many things anyway.  (ravenous) They just notice a sweet little girl….one who’s trying to tell him “no,” but who accidentally just happens to grind her ass in tight little shorts against his thigh.  (mocking) Oops, did I accidentally do that, Tony?  Did I accidentally look so hot and innocent and vulnerable as I blew the hair out of my eyes? (grin)  Do you know how often you do that, Stacy?  You blow your hair out of your eyes all the time.  It’s gotta be just unbearable for a guy like him.  I mean, how much can he take before you’re basically just saying “I dare you”?  She’s daring you, Uncle Tony.  Are you gonna be a man?  Are you gonna RISE to the challenge the next time she...

(Big gasp)  Oh my goodness.  (ravenous)  Is that COCK where I think it is?  Oh fuckkk, he’s in.  (getting breathier, excited)  Do you feel him, Stacy?  (more aggressive)  Do you feel how pent up he is?  Come on, POUND her, Uncle Tony.  I mimicked her squeaks of pain so well you can’t tell us apart, can you?  (encouraging)  But it’s not like you’d care anyway, right?  I mean, our tight, succulent, juicy lil Olsen Twins feel the same when you ram them, right?  They look identical, they both have peach fuzz on them, and they’re both way too small for you.  Even if you knew you were raping a different girl right now, that her crying was REAL and not fake like mine was, you wouldn’t change a thing, would you?  Fuck, it’d probably make your balls get bigger if you DID know.

(stalkerish) But you don’t, do you?  You think you’re fucking me, and that I’m just a little slut that always wants more.  I say no, but you know I mean yes.  It just took a while to make me realize it.  So go on, just keep jackhammering your sweet little niece, Tony, until you hit paydirt.  (encouraging) Gimme my show, uncle, I fuckin’ earned it.  Every time she protests, shove it in harder.  Slap her.  Mmm--FUCK.  HIT the little bitch.  That’s what finally brought me around, right?  After a few minutes of screaming NOOOOOO, I started enjoying it.   I started encouraging you to hit me harder...and harder!  (grin)  Y’ know, Tony, I could have shown you I enjoyed it the whole time.  Your cock is amazing, after all.  But if I didn’t scream in pain first, you’d know something was wrong when my sister was screaming now.  And maybe you’d stop.  And there’s no fuckin’ way I’m gonna let you stop.

(expositional)  You know, Stacy. it’s ironic.  If you were smart, you’d wish you COULD read my mind.  The only way out of this nightmare would be to act differently than normal.  Convince him he’s got the wrong girl.  Maybe he’d figure it out and come looking for me instead.  (caustic) But I know you won’t.  You’re stupid like Mommy is.  I know every exact pattern that you follow, because that’s just who you are.  Do you remember the patterns, Uncle Tony?  Do you remember that, eventually, if you hurt her enough, she’ll start liking it?  That was the plan for my show, after all.  A way for him to just keep going and going, because he knows you’ll like it sooner or later.  (excited cruelty) Of course, you won’t really like it, Stacy, will you?  Because for you it’s not an act.  (bratty)  You’re ACTUALLY BEING RAPED.  It’s ok, though.  Cause even if you don’t like it, sweety, I like it enough for the both of us.  (bullying) I think it’s just fuckin’ dandy.

(glib) Y’know, we never talk anymore, Stacy.  Just a nice heart-to-heart talk between sisters.  So how’s life treating you, Sis?  (evil giggle)  Things got you down?  (grinning) Is the daily grind becoming a pain in the ass?  (another giggle)-(gasp). Oh, that’s right.  I forgot to tell you this part.  I let Uncle Tony do anything he wanted to me, just as long as he didn’t….you know.  (grinning) Stick that big dick in my asshole.  (coy) I mean, come on—I’m just a little girl.  I’m his NIECE, for God’s sake.  Wasn’t my lil nutcracker pussy enough for him?  (insidious)  See, the problematic thing about alcoholics is that when you tell them not to do something, it makes them wanna do it more.  I mean, they might not be able to aim their car very well when they drive, but I bet his aim’s gonna be perfect when he pulls out of your little slit, Stacy, and aims himself an inch higher.  (ravenous) I bet he’s eying that little asshole of yours…..right…now.  I wonder if it’s gonna feel like a car crash.  (ravenous)  Like some drunken driver in a head-on collision.

Not to brag, by the way, but that part took the BEST acting.  I can’t believe there isn’t an Oscar for such a thing.  Maybe a Golden Globe for the best fake scream when someone spreads your lil Golden Globes. (stalkerish) This time it took about 3 minutes for me to start telling him I wanted it harder.  Telling him to ignore my crying.  Telling him to treat my screaming like it was his victory theme music.  Telling him to use my tears as lube.  (expositional)  Why only three minutes, you might be wondering?  Because if it had gone four, (lewdly) I knew he was gonna blow.  After all, sis, we’re twins.  So my ass is as tight as yours is.  And just how much do you think a fat cock can take while it pulses and plumps in such a tiny little puckered pinky-penny? (chuckle)

(pause, then sadder sigh) You know what’s a little sad, though?  It’s almost over.  I mean, 4 minutes aren’t really that long, and after Uncle Tony nuts in your ass, that’s the end of my show.  He stumbles back to his room, and you just lay there sobbing.  It’s totally not fair, Stacy.  Do you have any idea how much I wanna burst out of this closet and smile at you?  Ask you how it was?  Tell you it was all my idea?  But sadly I can’t.  If I give away my secret, then I can’t fuck you up anymore.  And there are so many more ways I wanna do that.  I couldn’t even let him touch your face because it’s too valuable.  If he gets any bruises on it, then he’ll be able to tell us apart, and I can’t have that happen.  You and me, we need to stay totally identical.  It’s the only way I can keep hurting you and making you wish you were never born.  After all, what else are you good for?  (spiteful) I mean, thanks for the photocopy, God, but one of me is enough.

(gaining in breathless urgency)  All right, Uncle Tony.  I think I’ve said enough to her.  Time for the climax.  Time for your big finale.  Time to blow your load in her ass.  Time to make sure you tire the little bitch out.  The quicker she goes to sleep, the quicker I can tiptoe past her.  Come on, Tony.  Mmmff.  Come on, Tony!  Unnghh.  Godd, Olivia owes me so many more favors, and I’m already thinking about tomorrow night.  Already starting production in my mind.  (comes to one final orgasmic breath, and catches breath, so the last line is delivered as stalkerish).  It’s gonna be another great show.