Chapter One
Hiya suckers! I am Sara. My sisters name is Kara. We
are identical. You can not tell us a part. Our own parents
have problems doing that. Sometimes we get confused! For
example, I have a date with a guy I have went out with before,
but I want to do something else. No problem. Kara goes out
with him! Cool uh? Some of the guys have questioned us about
this. They know it is possible. We just chide them for not
being able to reconize their own girlfriend. Well, don't you
think they should know the girl they are dating? We call them
dumb dumbs. Boys are you know. We have been playing games
with them since forever. We play with adults too. Especially
teachers. They are the dumbest of all. Most of them pretend
they can tell us a part. We go right a long with them. Smile
and say.
"How can you do that, you are so smart! You are as good at that
as our parents. You are so awesome! They have no clue and are
wrong as much as they are right."
We have no classes together. Some twins take all their classes
together. That is so stupid. Sometimes I go to a class twice,
sometimes Kara goes twice. This is really cool on test day!
We trade when we do that. Our test scores fluxuate, sometime
75-80, sometimes 95-100. Averages pretty good, uh?
Guess you want to know what Kara and I look like, so I will paint
you a photograph of us. I will use use words for my brush.
I am 34B-22-35. I weigh 120 lbs, I am 5' 7". My
inseam for pants is 34". I am very firm and quite
strong but not a body builder type. I am in the school
weight program. It is required for sports. The B's are
identical and are almost C's. They have the lift you would
expect them to have. I (we) are very commited to
physical fitness and the care of our bodies from head
to toe. I have shoulder length plus, black hair with
natural auburn streaks, and a lot of it. My favorite
arrangement is long spiral curls, it is a little curly
naturally. In games and practices it is piled on my head
and looks kinda like a pony tail coming from the top of my
head. Really cute. I, we have large wide set dark brown
eyes, naturally long thick lashes. A lip line similar to
Heather Locklear but fuller lips and a more pronounced curve.
My teeth are perfectly straight, OK so I wore braces
once! High cheek bones. Kinda triangle face. My skin
is a golden brown with almost no blemishes. My
fingers and toes are long and straight with very nice
nails on each. I have a little natural facial hair but it
is always removed and not to much on my arms. My legs are
always nice. My bush is trimmed 3/4" X 1 1/4" beginning
immeadiately above my slit. (None on the sides). Are ya
droolin yet!
Last year we had Mrs. English for English. She is an old bitch,
spinster, no wonder. No one would have her. She is new here,
I bet there are a lot of happy students wherever she came from.
She thought she was on to us. She started giving different test
to different classes! Have you ever heard of crap like that.
Well, it caused us not to do so well once, that's all. There
are a ton of guys that delight in helping two gorgeous damsels
in distress, LOL. We have guys that beg us to allow them to do
our homework. Guys that we do not date, would not date. They
just value a few minutes of being near us, talking to us, and
even hear us say words to them. When we call one of them by
name he comes close to getting his rocks off.
Twins have lots of advantages in social life as long as they
are not the type who gets hung up on, individuality. We do
not. We love each other deeply. I know Kara is absolutely
gorgeous, she knows I am absolutely gorgeous. We dress exactly
alike. To hell with this, "Be your own self crap".
We are starting star guards on our high school basketball team.
We are seniors. I am eighteen today. Kara is only seventeen
and will not be eighteen until next year! Impossible you think.
Well You are wrong! Kara will be eighteen tomorrow, January first!
That is so cool. We are only five minutes apart. I was born
at 11:58, Kara at 12:03. She got all the stuff for the first
baby but we shared. We share everything, I mean everything.
Maybe only one of us will get married and we will share one
husband. That way both of us can play around! Like we are
going to do that! Uhmmmmm, hold that thought!
We do share intimately. We always share our personal potty.
Yeah we have had one. We have always had one. There is an endless
supply. Know how we get them? Our dad does that. He adores us
and would do anything for his gorgeous daughters. He has nobodys
appear before him. He is a judge. Sometimes he will let one off
on parole if the guy is the right type. My dad is very good
at telling that after the presentencing investigation. If the guy
fits the personality profile qualifications he may get lucky.
Lucky is what his name becomes with us. All of them have been
called, "Lucky". Would you like to be "Lucky". Some of you,
maybe. Who knows you may sit in our daddy's court someday. :)
Kara and I had been, "messing around with this guy". When I talk
about,"Messing around with a guy," I am talking about messing around
with his mind. I, we, get inside a boys head and drive him crazy.
Before he realizes what is happening we have him crazy with lust.
He will do anything for us, even commit murder if we wanted him to.
Well this guy was a nobody. (That is the kind we choose, for obvious
reasons.) His name was Joe.
The name fit him, plain and simple. He had been in trouble with
the law, minor stuff. My dad was his judge. He told us about him.
Sicked us on him so to speak. He enrolled in school last Jan.
We owned him in a few weeks. He could not believe his good
fortune. All it cost him was his body, his soul, and his life.
A small price to pay for what we gave him. He was sooo lucky!
I mean for a guy that would be twenty-one the day after graduation
who was never going to amount to anything. His elevator did not
go all the way to the top. You know, he was a brick shy of a full
load. His going on a summer cruise with us was unbelievable!
He was a ward of the state, lived in a foster home. The state
would lose all interest in him when he turned twenty-one. Yep,
one day he was a kid who could not care for himself, according to
state statutes. The next day he was a full fledged adult solely
responsible for his own fate. His fate was sealed. He did not
know that though. Even his senior year high school experiences
never gave him a clue.
I bumped into him in the hall, I had stood around the corner
waiting for Kara's signal for almost five minutes. She signaled
and I lowered my head, raised my books, rounded the courner and
wiped his ass out. He went down flat. His books flew everywhere.
I said. "I am so sorry." Then I laughted. He was wearing wire
glasses, they were bend and setting on his face cockeyed. It was
so funny. Kara took a pic with her phone. His nose was bleeding a
little, not from the inside but from the outside where his glasses
cut him. Those glasses were not made for impact! I turned on my
left foot. All of my weight was on it. It was on his hand.
120 lbs of girl muscle turned on his hand. He screamed in pain.
I smiled secretly to myself. I refrained from a laugh. That
requires control. There I was, a Goddess, standing on the nobody's
hand. He was in pain groveling at my pretty feet. Both of us
were at our rightful place. Even with him screaming I shifted my
weight so I could come down with a little bounce. He moaned that
time. Oh, that felt so good. I love it when a nobody is suffering
at the hands, or feet, of a superior. I love it even more if that
superior is ME
A crowd was starting to gather so I reluctantly stepped off his hand.
The skin was torn, bleeding, and looked like it may be swelling. He
would have pain to remind him of me for a while. I love it, just
love it! I made it look good for those around me.
"I am so sorry,let me help you. I stepped on your hand too. That
does not look at all good. I am sorry, uh uh uh, well what is your
name?"
He was having a little trouble regaining composure. He was trying
very hard to keep from crying, I think. I would have laughted if he
had. He finally managed to say, "Joe, my name is Joe".
I reached down my hand to help him up. You should have seen him.
He thought he had crashed through the gates of heaven and I was
an angel. Boy did he have a lot to learn! Beauty does not mean
good!
Kara walked away leaving him in my very competent hands. When I
said, "hi," his glasses steamed up. No, really, they did! The fool
had no idea I had caused him all that pain on purpose. He had a
hand that may required medical attention just because it was on the
floor and I wanted to see a little pain register on his pathetic
loser face.
I helped him with his books. I asked, if he was new in school,(I knew
he was), what class he had 1st hour, if he knew where it was located.
I had the same class so, I walked him to class. I handed him my
books and said, When a guy walks with ME, he carries!" This guy
could barely talk. He would have carried me. He would have loved
to carry me! I giggled a lot, that did not help his speech any.
His hand had already stopped bleeding. I did not hurt it as much
as I wanted to. I sat by him in class. I introduced him as a new
student. Of course I told the class how I met him. One of the guys
said. "If you survived a collision with Sara Abreu and are not in the
hospital, you are one tough dude!"
Everyone laughted. He turned a few shades of red. I let him carry
my books. I was hoping the extra books would make his hand hurt a
little more. Pain is good for some guys. It builds character! :)
I took them from him when we got to my locker. I got Kara's next
hour books and handed them to him. I went to the ladies room and
got my 2nd hour book from Kara. You know what she did. She
walked out first and walked to her next hours class with Joe calling
her Sara. We did this to him for three days before he caught on.
Kara and Sara sound so much alike we made him believe the ones that
called us the right name said the wrong name. He did not know there
were two of us. The other studens helped. Everyone enjoyed the
joke. On the surface it was a harmless joke. For us it was helping
Joe make the first step. A giant step down a one way road. A road
of pain and humiliation for him, convenience, fun, and pleasure for
us. He had been chosen to play the part of our, "Summer Boy".
Know what we do ever summer? We take a cruise. My dad takes
a couple months off from the extremely stressful job of being a
judge and making life or death decisions. We sail to various ports.
We have been everywhere. We have a 130 foot yacht, complete with
a crew that has been with us as long as I can remember. They are
well paid. They have a great life and appreciate it. They think
we are the greatest people in the world. Hey, we are! They would
do anything for us. Loyal people are a must in todays world dad
always said.
Back to loser Joe. The day he discovered we were twins, we
introduced him to another phase of his training. We let him wash
our car. There was a big game and we simply did not have time.
We wanted our car to be clean because we were going on a double
date after the game for sandwiches and cokes. We had had this
date for weeks, since the last day of school before break. We
always kept our dates. We are always honorable and truthful.:)
We told him how much we appreciated his cleaning our car up really
good. We even let him clean our car the day after too. We put
our panties under the seat for him. Not the ones we were wearing,
much dirtier ones. We wanted Joe to have a memory of us. He
cleaned our car good again. Gone was the dirt, gone were the stale
fries, gone were two pair soiled panties. He had taken the bate.
Joe had just taken One more step towards an ocean of misery.
We had cafeteria at the same time. We let Joe carry our trays while
we flirted with the guys. He had to go back through the line to get
his food. By that time we were almost through eating. We were leaving
just as he got there. Kara said, Joe would you dump all of our trays
when you finish eating, we have a few thing to do. We will be in the
student lounge. All eight of us left our trays for Joe to take care of.
I flashed him a warm smile and let him watch my ass as I walked away.
Kara's and the other two girls asses looked good to. Kara and I looked
back just as we were exiting the cafeteria, he was still staring at our
asses. He would get many a close look. He would learn every little
inch of them by heart.
Just as the bell was about to ring he came in the lounge. Scott and I
had just finished a quick kiss, Kara was still holding Todd's hand. Joe
knew he was not our boyfriend and would never be. He love to be in our
company though. Just looking at us and hearing us speak awed him. He
always had this worshipful look in his eyes when he looked at us. We let
him walk down the hall with us. Yeah, he carried Kara's and my books.
The students were starting to whisper about the twins and their slave.
Hey, we deserve a slave, we are royalty, Joe is nothing. He gave Kara
her books. She walked in her room and he continued to walk down the
hall with me. I let him walk a little behind me so he could look at
my ass. I wanted him to, that ass would own him. Maybe it already does!
"Joe," I said to him as we were sitting down. "I want you to carry my gym
bag home and wash my uniforms for me. Kara wants her's washed too. We
have a game tomorrow night."
I said this just loudly enough for Donna to hear. Donna was a 6' power
forward. She was only a sophomore but played on the varsity. She was
good. Good runs in the family.
"Joe, would you be a dear and wash mine too?" She asked with a big smile.
Donna was not goddess material, princess maybe. She was kinda pretty
though in a big sort of way. She was 5" talker than me and 50 lbs heavier.
If she had stepped on Joe's hand, and did what I did, it would be in a cast!
"Yes, Donna, I can wash them at the same time."
Good news traveled fast. Joe had 12 sets of girls uniforms to wash by
the days end. He would have more from now on. The Varsity had acquired
a slave. At practice we told our coach how Joe asked to be in charge
of our uniforms. She made Joe assistant manager. Joe would get to do
all of our uniform laundry. He would be responsible for making sure we
had the right color uniforms clean, and on the trip or in our locker
room if it was a home game. Joe would also get to clean our locker
room and our bath, shower and toilets. Coach Hughes was surprised when
we told her Joe wanted to do this for us. Joe already knew he would
tell her he wanted to. Coach Hughes was 6'5" and was huge, yeah, Coach
Hughes was huge!
Have you ever seen a basketball girls locker room, shower, and toilets
after a game or hard practice. It is a mess. Lots of girls do not
bother to flush. The place smells of sweat, stinky socks and shoes,
urine, and even shit sometimes. We were not very tidy for the janitor.
We would be a lot less tidy for Joe. All of the girls knew he was
slave material. You know, made to be used. Anyway, Joe washed the
twelve uniforms, did a fabulous job too. From then to the end of
the season he had varsity and jv uniforms to care for. Of course
we started leaving him our panties, sport bras, and socks. Kara told
me she walked in on him yesterday. She caught him. He was laying
face down on a bench, socks under his nose and panties in his mouth.
I asked her what she did. She said she just said, "Hi, Joe, having
fun with those. Here I forgot to leave these for you," She said she
tossed him a pair of her panties and laughed as she walked away.
Well......we are normal girls, almost. We can keep secrets. It is
just all of those people we tell that can not keep them. By the end
of the next day every girl on the team knew about that little
incidence. If Joe ever had one ounce of respect, he lost it. He was
the basketball girls slave. All twenty-two of them. In a week he
was getting remarks like, "Does my panties taste better than Sara's?
Which taste best, petite or large? Do you know whose panties you are
eating? Love my socks, do you?
This escalated of course. Within a couple games we were wiping
our ass on our panties if we could take a dump after a game. After
a hard workout, it is a natural thing. He got a lot of shitty
panties! Our panties always came back nice and clean. We knew he was
eating our shit, we just knew it! Many started pissing on their
panties too. You know, just the crotch. Kara and I liked to leave
a glob of cum in ours. We were using Joe in the most degraded way,
well.......almost, he was just becoming more experienced for his
stroll down an ocean of misery, lane.
There was the time before we went to state. We had been ranked number
one all year. Three days at the capitol playing on the same court the
university played on. We won 4th my sophomore, third my junior year.
This year we were winning first. Everyone knew it. Joe got to go
with the team. He had done an incredible job keeping our uniforms
and our facilities clean. Never had our locker room, showers, and
toilets been kept so clean. We had that joke we told Joe a lot.
"Joe, I swear those toilets look so clean you could eat out of them!"
We were more than a little suspicious he really had. Kara and I had
a plan. We put a video camera in the tile above stall number three.
I took a dump there just before time for Joe to come to clean for us
(They were not numbered, just the third stall). He was coming to
clean them as I was leaving. No one could enter The Lair if we did
not want them to. If the lock was flipped from the inside no one
could enter except Coach hughes. Even if the lock was not flipped
from the inside the numbers had to be entered correctly for the door
to open. On the third incorrect try it would not open from the
outside without a key from Coach Hughes.
I timed my exit and his entrance, yep Kara and the cellie! Good
accidents are planned. The ones that just happen usually are not so
great.
"Hi Joe, good thing you did not get here sooner. You would have
caught me in stall number three. Darn, I bet I forgot to flush.
Sorry Joe." I laughed, my low throaty laugh. My voice is lower
than most girls. I can be sexy soft, very loud or very demanding.
"That is ok, Sara." He said. "I am used to that. You ladies are
not the tidiest people I ever knew, but you sure can play basketball.
I appreciate being assistant manager. I have always thought you
and Kara had a lot to do with that. Thank you. You and Kara are
awesome."
"Thank you Joe, I hope you still think so after you go in there!"
Oh, I can't wait until I see the video, I thought. Never have I
looked forward to seeing one anymore than I looked forward to
seeing this one. I smiled again as I walked away. Joe had went
inside. He did not even wait to see me and my gorgeous ass walk
away. I guess there was something else from me he wanted to look at!
Kara and I came back to school. The gym was always open until 10:00
Either boys and girls had practice every night except Saturday and
Sunday. The boys state championships were one week later than ours.
They were practicing. We would leave tomorrow for state.
We went straight to the camera. We rewound the tape while still
in the locker room. The place was so clean and tidy. Maybe Kara
and I would help the girls get another slave, or I mean assistant
manager next year. If he knew what was going to happen to this one
he probably would not be interested! We were so excited. Sure
enough it shows Joe as he opened the door. We giggled, it was
obvious by his expression that there was an unpleasant odor!
He looked in the commode a few seconds. He put his hand to his
belt. He unfasten it and zipped down his pants. He let them
fall around his knees. His shorts were down in a flash. His dick
sprung out. He had a hard on already. We joked about him jacking
off so much in the toilet that every time he smelled shit he got a
hard on! He dropped to his knees and started jacking off. As he
jacked off, he slowly lowered his head to the toilet. Both of us
were fingering ourselves. Watching Joe was making us so hot.
The camera picked up his moaning sounds. He pushed his head farther
into the toilet. My gosh his whole head was in it. His face had
to be near my shit. Darn we could not see if he was actually eating
it. Oh I hoped he was. He stayed in that position until he got
his rocks off. He raised up and put his clothes back up. His face
was still facing the floor. I wish we could have mounted a camera
to pick up that angle. Not possible though. Maybe we should have
had mirror tiles in this floor! His head started to raise!.....He
turned his head towards the door away from the camera. We still
could not see his face. He walked out of the stall and over towards
the sinks. We could hear water running and........the unmistakable
sound of gargling. Why would he be gargling if he had not taken at
least one bite? We thought that was all that was on the tape of
any value but, he came back in the stall, bent over and put his head
in the commode and took a deep breath and held it. How does he
do that! The stench had to be awful that close to my shit and
in a confined area like the commode. It is bad enough in the
room, but having your head in the toilet, UGHHHHHH! Both of us
were wet. We pulled off our panties. We each had a spare pair
in our locker. We left ours on the seat of stall number three.
Just so he would know they were ours we put our initials on the
waist band of our lady jockeys. Joe would find them there when he
cleaned again. That would not be until we returned from the games
at state. The cum would be very stale but unless I miss my guess,
Joe will still enjoy them. With every action he draws closer to
his ocean of misery. Kara and I will enjoy him tremendously!
