Operation: Twins under fire of love?

by botgal

A new mercenary has arrived on the scene, and she's out to get the spiez out of the picture for good. But when she sees the Clark twins' secret lust, will she go against all she has known for her whole life to help them be together.Warning: Major twincest

1. Arrival

I leaned back in the seat as I put my hands behind my head. The scenery looked bright and cheery. The sky was blue and the sun was shining. I spotted some children tossing a ball back and forth in the park and a two dogs going after a tennis ball. It was a perfect scene of calmness and peace, and it made me sick. I much preferred the cold and desolate roads of Russia. The blowing snow, the near-zero temperatures, and the people scurrying around in the streets like the disgusting little rats they are.

"How disgusting. Vhy exactly did ve have to come here?" I asked as I pulled up the window shade so as not to let any of that ghastly sunlight into the car.

"Youu know ze reason vhy. Don't complain about it. Just be happy your muther allowed you to have as much freedom as you do. As I'm happy she iz the vun vith the movers so those simpletons don't lose our furniture. You know how upset your muther vould be if they broke her favorite vase." I sighed, remembering how she spanked my brother so hard when he accidentally chipped a tiny piece off of the rim. He couldn't sit down for five days afterward. He was sleeping in the backseat right at this moment, dreaming about who knows what.

"I just hope ve vill be going back home soon." I sneered out the window as the house we would be moving into came into view. It was as bright and cheery as everything else around it, it was so bright it almost made me vomit. At least I was allowed to decorate my room however I wanted and keep the air conditioner on all the time if I wished. I probably wouldn't keep it on 24/7, just enough to keep it at a temperature I could live with. I could already feel myself starting to sweat with this accursed eighty-degree weather.

"Ve vill go home when there is no more work to be done here. Just be patient, at least you will be able to do something here, not like that time we had to go to Holland." I shivered at the memory. I nearly went stir crazy when we moved there. There was so little for me to do that I even resorted to painting my nails, black of course.

"Vell, at least here I vill have somethink to do. I think this time, I'm actually going to have some fun."