Dream
Her hands roamed my body as she deepened the kiss between us. Our tongues fighting for dominance cause me to moan, I feel her smile in to the kiss. My hands found her ass squeezing it I lift her up and pushing her up the wall as she warped her legs around my waist. Even though I have her against the wall I'm not the one in control she is. She moves from my lips and starts kissing my jaw till she got to my neck.
She bit down hard enough for me to feel pain and pleasure at one time causing me moan. She licked, kissed and sucked the sore spot.
"You like when I bite you don't you babe." It was more of a statement then a question. I nodded weakly and she bit me again "Words Bella baby." She removed her legs from my waist as she traced her tongue in a circular motion while her hands unbuttoned and unzipped my pants tugging them down.
"Yes I like it when you bit me." She slipped her hands in my boxers biting my neck one more time. She lifted the front of my shirt kneeling she kissed my stomach tugging on my belly button pricing. She tugged the waistband of my boxers letting them fall around my ankles joining my pants.
Her finger traced the length of my erection, as it stood talk awaiting her touch. Her hand grasped my balls massaging them.
"FUCK." I bit my lip holding back a moan. I felt her hot breath on the tip of my sick and my breath hitched. Her tongue touched the tip of my dick unable to hold my moan any longer it slipped from my lips. Her toning swept around the head slowly making me moan louder. Her mouth closed around me and-
I shot up straight in my bed. Under the sheets stood a mini 9 1/2in mountain. Before I could react my bedroom door flew open.
"Hey Izzy me and my friends are-" she looked at my erection and walked out the door without a word. It's been like this for three weeks now. It three weeks I found out Angela is my twin. Somehow our mom passed out after pushing me out and the doctors had to do a c section to get Angie. Dad forged mom signature on Angie's birth certificate and sent her to live with Meg. He said he couldn't do both of us because she woke and saw him holding me, Angie was being held by his mother who wasn't facing mom. Also we're a year older that he asked them to make fake one so that it said we we're born in 88 not 87. Why no one knows he said he was young and he should have just let with both of us and not just Angie. Then he said something about the stress of the birth sent her into a coma for a whole year and woke up thinking she just gave birth to me. She never found out cause no one told her.
I get out of bed and take a cold shower. Walking out me bathroom I out on my black Rocksmith 'Party and Bullshit' shirt, a gray beanie, Batman boxers, khaki shorts, and a pair of black Supras. After I was done I went down stairs, about half way there I heard giggling from the living room. Walking straight to the kitchen I grab my Arizona sweet tea.
"Had a good dream Iz." Angie walked in to the kitchen and sat on the counter, I nodded, look in the living room and see two girls our age. Not really caring for the first one I look at the second one and choke on my juice. Angie gets off the counter patting my back. "Izzy are you ok?" I shook my head no reaching in the draw I pull out a little notebook and a pencil.
'Chick with spiky hair was about to give me a bj in my dreams'
"Are you sure it was her and not someone else."
'Yes I been having dreams about her since the night I got here I never thought she'd be real let alone ur friend.'
"So what are you going to do?"
'I'm going watch Kim Possible.'
"Kim Possible doesn't air anymore."
'There's a thing called Netflix learn about it.' The first girl got up and walked over to us wrapping her arms around Angela waist.
"Babe are you going to introduce us?"
"Yeah Alice, Jessica this is my sister Bella, Bella my girlfriend and her sister Alice."
'Hi it's nice to meet you two.' I shifted uncomfortably next to Angie silently begging her to say something, which thankfully she did.
"Bella doesn't talk much she's more like the strong silent type but instead of being mean and scary she soft and sweet." I blushed a bit not just from her comment, but from the two girls were looking at me "She's also very protective over people close to her. Almost killed Mike Newton the other day for messing with me. Don't think I could have asked for a better older twin brother." She patted my back, and Jessica and Alice awed causing me to blush harder than before. Damn it's all Charlie's fault I blush so much. "Oh were going shopping at one do you want to come?"
Let's I can stay in the house for hours by myself or go with them to the mall and get more clothes. I can stay and be a loser masturbating or carry their bags. So many things I can stay here and do and oddly enough I'm going to be a mule today. I nodded my head and headed up stairs I had about five minutes I grabbed my Hello My Name is book bag only because I felt naked without a bag with me. I wrote my Izzy in the blank spot and drew around it, cars, and girls being chased by zombies while in bikinis, helicopters killing zombies, a skateboard in the air and the owner on the floor and other things some I repeated.
"Izzy lets go." I grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone and ran downstairs. "What with you and that bag, swear its like always with you when were out." I raised a brow and looked at her purse as we walked out the house behind Alice and Jessica, "A purse is different it holds things I may need." I gave her a look that said 'so does mine' "What in there you may need," I opened the back door for her as she slid in, getting in after her I take my bag off my shoulder opening it. She grabbed my sketch pad as the car pulled off I reached for it and she put one hand in my face using the other to flip through the pages, "Hey this is the one on your bag right?" I nodded and grabbed the book from her stuffing it back in my bag and pulling out a different notebook and a pencil.
You lock me up in a room with no way out. Without much air to breath. So I write this for you, for when you come back and see my body dead, cold and lifeless on the floor. When you walk around here I hope the smell of my dead body invades your nose and never fades. When you think, think of me; think of how you let me rot here with little or no food and water. If you remember me remember how I begged to be set free. Remember how you laughed in my face before stomping and spiting on me then left with your head thrown back in laughter as I laid there crying. You can try to reminiscebut you can't, why? Because there is nothing for you to reminisce on. You can try to think of the good times you had but can't cause had no one to have good times with so you were bitter and alone. Your life was filled with darkness like a black hole taking in light but it never shows like it was never there to begin with.
I hope you never have a sane moment in your life after my death but if you do that's it ruined by the memory of me. I hope you never find happiness, that everywoman that you approach ignores you or walks away from you not even giving you the time of day. I hope you die alone with not a single person there to watch you get buried not one to shed a tear showing you meant something to them. I hope—