Warning. Turn around. Mature audiences only.

I'm warning you, this is not a story you honestly want to read. Certainly not you, boring little Twihard. Go away, read something more appropriate, less fucked up. Both myself and my characters probably hold you in contempt anyway.

I could feel him pressing into me like he had that night. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing, taking my breathe away whether I was enjoying it or not.

Except this time I was on top. This time I was grinding into him and any time I felt like I was going to pass out I could lean back, gulp some air, and have him hit a different place. I was in control. I moved my hips up and down, feeling him stretch me. The only thing keeping me from gasping, moaning was his hand around my neck. I started moving faster, staring at his panting face, his smirking lips and eyes that seemed to be laughing at everything I did.

I started to rock back when his hand suddenly tightened. His other hand latched onto me too, squeezing tighter, trying to break me, snap me. My hands pried at his for a moment, before he lifted me up, and began slamming me back down as he choked me. I shut my eyes, unable to take the extra sense. Even unable to breathe, I gave a little yelping scream every time I smacked into him. My hands fell down to my breasts, pulling and twisting my nipples as I started to shudder. His hands tightened again, and I felt a pop in my neck. My eyes flew open and met the clear blue eyes of my sister Cynthia. He held me against him, groaning slightly, and I felt him begin to twitch inside me, shooting into me. I felt my own muscles start to tremble, convulsing around him. And I rammed the knife in my hand into his chest, pulled it out, and drove it home again. His blood welled up around it, droplets spraying everywhere as I pulled it out and slammed it into him again and again and again. I laid down against his chest as my orgasm subsided, feeling the pumping begin to stop and covering my chest and the side of my face in his blood. I pushed a little puddle on his chest toward my mouth, a small wave that splashed over my nose and tasted salty and metallic and wonderful.

I laughed, sitting up. I was a mess. I licked off my fingers as I stood and felt other fluids of Jasper's start to drip out of me. I caught up some of them but couldn't taste any difference through all the blood.

Suddenly Cynthia was right in front of me, kneeling there with nothing on but a shining black ribbon tied tightly around her neck. She looked at me, her eyes wide and innocent, like she had no idea what had just happened, like she trusted me. I brushed my hand across her cheek, cupping it, and gently lifting her to her feet. I pulled her against me, feeling her body against mine. Her mouth opened willingly to my tongue when I kissed her. She shivered as I ran my hands all over her body, over her back, her breasts, between her thighs and down her crack. I kissed her again, grabbing her hair, and pulling her while our mouths were still connected. I tossed her down onto Jasper's body, but she only looked at me. She didn't even notice the naked corpse she was on. She looked up at me, hurt and confused. I knelt down beside her, stroking her face. She leaned into my hand and seemed to purr.

I grabbed Jasper's penis, and tried to shove it into her, but it was limp at this point. She kept falling over in confusion when I would move too suddenly and not be where she was leaning. I sawed it off, then leaned her forward over Jasper to give me access to what I wanted. She made little breathy noises every time I shoved my fingers into her ass to loosen it up. Finally I shoved in the limp organ. I had to push it in, stuff it inside so that she would close up around it to keep his dick from falling out of her.

She smiled as she licked my fingers clean. I poked the back of her throat so she would rise slightly, and scooted myself between her and Jasper. I took one of his hands, and laid its knuckles against my clit. Then I gently rocked Cynthia against his fingers. She started moaning slightly, quietly cooing my name. I felt around her willing mouth against, gripping her tongue, then pulled her toward me and kissed her as I cut through it. I sucked it into my mouth when I did, sealing my lips around hers and forcing my tongue against the stump that still danced, waiting for me.

All she could make was mewing noises as I shoved it back into her mouth. I felt my muscles getting tense again, closer to the edge, and I began kissing her. I started with the top of her head, and kissed down her face. Her neck and both breasts and then I couldn't kiss farther without moving her and stopping the pressure on my crotch. But the blade that had been cutting along the same path as the kisses, that had slashed open her face and he neck and those pert little breasts and drenched me in blood again, kept going down.

"Alice!" she gasped.

"Alice."

"Alice!" I snapped awake. "You have to get up soon if you want don't want to walk to school."

I ground my teeth together. The tank top I had slept in was bunched up above my hard nipples, and my underwear had slipped down to my thighs. The dream was worse tonight. It had been so much more fun yesterday when she had screamed and fought. I straightened my clothes. I felt sweaty and sticky, and would have to hurry if I was going to shower and still make it on time for my mother to take me to school.

For my "fun" at the party, my mother had taken my car away. When she had told me, I had been livid. I hadn't even been able to articulate an argument, because I had been busy refraining from killing her. She was going to die to. Deliberately trying to humiliate me by taking me to school like a child, like I was Cynthia.

I gathered up my clothes for the day, thinking of what I would be making sure to do. I'd want to make sure to be able to move, but still be rather distracting.

I heard someone start peeing as I walked toward the bathroom, and I knew mom was I threw open the door, I found Cynthia, naked, sitting on the toilet. She had planned to take a shower, judging by her moving her towel to the rack closest to the tub and bringing a change of clothes.

"Alice!" she shouted quietly. She instinctively covered up, even after all these years, and immediately stopped pissing.

"Get out. Now." I demanded, putting my clothes on the sink. "Or I'll shove your head in it."

Her eyes flicked to her clothes, and I took a step toward her. She stood up, one hand still covering her boobs while the other went to her crotch. She decided to abandon her clothes and tried to quickly run past me, but I checked her into the sink. I grabbed her hair, standing her up against the wall and slapping her face, back and forth. She started sobbing slightly. "Alice, please."

"This is all your fault," I hissed at her. "Letting the first guy who shows any interest fuck you, like the stupid whore you are."

"Alice, please stop. Please." She slid slowly down the wall.

"You didn't leave when I told you to." I don't make idle threats. She was limp as I grabbed her, pulling her by her head. As her face came over the bowl though, she started to struggle. I punched her ear, knocking her head against the toilet, but she kept fighting. She broke away from my grasp, but didn't have anywhere to run, crumpled on the ground in front of the toilet. I started kicking her chest, wondering what would happen if I cracked a rib or two.

"I can kill you before mom gets up here." I kicked her again as she brought up her hands, whimpering. I kicked her stomach and her pussy as she sobbed. "Put your hands at your sides.'

Trembling, she lowered her guard. I pulled off my panties. God, they were soaking now. I'd become so fucked up since that party. I shoved them in her mouth. She started to spit them out, until I looked into her eyes and she stopped moving. Then I stood up and kicked each of her tits.

"Put your head in the toilet." She was shaking, and I pulled my foot back to kick her again, but she did, climbing up and leaning her head in. I think she stopped with her face not quite touching the water, but it didn't matter. I straddled her head, forcing it down. "I have to go too, Cynth. Don't hog the bathroom."

It felt weird, going with her hair pressed against me, and her head thrashing about. I stood up when I finished, and she came up gasping.

"God, you need to take a shower, Cynthia."

We both managed to shower like the sharing, loving sisters that we are. But once we were ready, I was furious with her again.

I'd dressed in an outfit that probably looked like I had stolen it from Cynthia. A catholic schoolgirl skirt, enticing but giving me full range o motion, and other than that, it was all black. Black tshirt. Black jacket. Black bra. Black thong. Even black flats.

But Cynthia...

She had worn black jeans, of course. But the hoodie she had on wasn't her normal black. No.

It was his hoodie. I seethed as we drove. No one spoke in the car, my mother knowing I was furious with her, and Cynthia knew what she was doing when she choose that outfit. She seemed to puff up almost as we got closer to school. She started to look downright smug as we pulled up. "I'm just going to let you off here, ok girls?"

We were at the intersection she would have had to turn at to get to school. Mother, being in a rush, couldn't brave the car line, and was letting us off half a block early. In the rain.

Cynthia didn't care. "Bye mom."

She fucking bounded from the car, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. I got out slower, and had to catch up to Cynthia. It was ridiculous.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you for wearing that?" I demanded when I caught up. And for making me nearly run to catch up to you. She shrugged, not even looking at me.

We walked in silence after that, until we got to school grounds. She spotted him leaning against a wall and practically skipped up to him. He pushed off when she was nearly there, catching her and pulling her face to him with one hand and shoving the other down her pants.

She was giggling as I got close enough to hear them talking. "I like it. Maybe I should thank her for it."

Cynthia smacked his chest. "You could have just asked me not to wear any, you know."

He pulled her in for more groping and making out.

"I see you wore my hoodie," he said, breaking off the kiss.

"Yeah, I thought you might want it back," said Cynthia. I heard her undo the whole zipper quickly as I walked right behind her.

Jasper snorted. "No, in light of that, I think you can keep it for now."

I turned around to see what he was talking about, and found him making out with her again. As I watched, he turned her slightly, and slid his hand along her shoulder. Her naked breast fell into view, he played with it, pinching her nipple right in front of me.

She'd worn nothing but her pants and that hoodie to school. Slut. And now he was taunting me.

I was going to end up killing someone before this school day ended.