Incest sex stories, evil twin style.
Incest sex stories roleplay conclusion: when you wake up, you’re sitting in a chair, your hands, and feet bound with a coarse rope that’s definitely already left marks in your delicate skin. You feel the barrel of that gun (the one you spotted right before passing out, remember?) against your temple and my hot breath in the ear on the opposite side of your (oh so sweaty, oh so clammy) little head.
I whisper to you that the letter I sent you was just a ruse, our mother has been dead for years.
Then what the fuck does this sick bitch want with me? after all?
You feel scared. Really, really scared. I can feel it. And it makes me feel excited, high all from the result of your fear.
It was all a big secret!!
“Mom never even told me you existed. I found out about you after going through some of the old papers she’d been hoarding in the attic after she died.” I nudge the gun into your temple deeper, harder.
“And . . . h-h-how did she die?” you half whimper, half stutter.
In response, of course, I laugh, because It’s a rolling cackle that makes your blood run cold. But I don’t answer your question.
“What does that matter to you? It shouldn’t.” I pull away from your ear and whip my body — and the pistol — out in front of you. I use the gun to gesture towards your cock, clearly visible through your piss-soaked pants.
You flinch, terrified . . . and I just laugh again. That evil villainess laugh that’s making you so hard and scaring the FUCK out of you — all at the same time!
“Are you feeling AROUSED, my dear twin brother?”
You shake your head no, murmuring “of course not.” But we both have come to the conclusion that you are. You’re very aroused right now as a result of just thinking about what I have said and even more and above all, what I plan on doing!
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
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