Chapter 1. Sisters
Content warning: Contains scenes with sexual content, drug use, and toxic masculinity.
Natalie Madison exited the jet at JFK in New York dragging her carry on bag behind her. It had been almost a year since she had seen her twin Amber, on their birthday when the whole family got together to celebrate Christmas. Natalie was born just before midnight on December 25 and Amber born 10 minutes later on December 26. It made for a lot of jokes growing up, twin sisters whose birthdates were different. They looked different as well. Natalie was tall, dark haired and dark eyed while Amber was a good eight inches shorter, blonde and blue eyed. All through school they divulged they were fraternal twins born around the midnight hour to explain the differences. In many ways it had helped each of them with their own individuality. Still, they were as close as twins could be and had spent many happy hours together when they grew up.
Amber had asked Natalie to spend Thanksgiving with her in New York knowing that this Christmas season would be a tough one for her. In February, almost two years previous, Natalie survived a car accident without injury that had killed her husband John and their 3 year old daughter Lucy. The previous year's Christmas at her parent's house had been a disaster. Everything reminded her of John and Lucy. She spent much of her time in her room, crying. Amber had suggested coming to New York so they could go to see some tapings of shows, take in a Broadway musical or two and hit the clubs for old times sake. Amber lived with her boyfriend Brock, a private security consultant. According to her, he was tall, ruggedly handsome, and wealthy enough that she didn't have to work if she didn't want to. Natalie never thought Amber would be the type to search out a sugar daddy and didn't want to judge her twin but part of her wanted to check this guy out and see if he was the right guy for her sister.
When she came through the exit gate out to the airport lobby she heard an excited squeal and then saw Amber running through the crowd towards her. With a burst of energy Amber grabbed her taller twin and hugged her hard.
"Look at you," said Amber excitedly. "I always seem to be getting shorter and you always seem to be getting taller Natty. You look great. Do you have luggage?"
"Just the carry on," replied Natalie.
"Great," said Amber. "You're going to love this next part."
They stepped outside the terminal to where a very big black SUV with tinted windows waited. Amber opened the door and got inside. A very big blonde bearded man appeared at Natalie's elbow and took her bag, putting it in the trunk. He waited until she was in then closed the passenger door, got into the driver's side, put his seatbelt on and asked them to do the same.
"This is Trent," said Amber. "He's one of Brock's best drivers. He'll get us home safely."
Natalie looked at Trent and could see he was wearing a security earpiece with the coiled wire snaking down into his collar. He touched the earpiece, said they were en route and started driving. He never said anything after that but occasionally looked back at Amber and Natalie. Her sister hadn't stopped talking since Trent pulled away from the loading zone but Natalie had barely heard a word she said. Amber finally noticed her sister wasn't listening and touched her arm.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked. "I know this is probably still tough for you Natty but you have to start living again. John would want you to."
"I know," replied Natalie, "it's just hard when everything reminds me of them."
Her lips quivered and Amber took her sister's hand, squeezing it. Neither said anything as Natalie looked out the window on the drive back into the city. When the car pulled up to the luxury apartment tower Trent immediately got out and opened the passenger door for the ladies. He pulled Natalie's luggage out of the trunk and gave it to the doorman who carried it inside.
"Thanks, Trent," said Amber as she walked into the luxurious lobby.
He just pressed his earpiece to say the ladies had been delivered to the apartment and got back into the SUV. Natalie took over her luggage and followed her sister into the elevator. Taking a key card out her purse Amber ran it through the reader and the elevator went directly to the 27th floor opening onto a spacious apartment that took up half the floor. The windows were floor to ceiling in height and the view was spectacular. Every appliance in the kitchen was stainless steel, high end and spotless. Every counter was white marble. Amber kicked her boots off and slung her jacket off onto the nearest chair.
"Come on, I'll show you your room," she said, walking towards a hallway. She stopped at the first door which was closed. "This is Brock's office and is off limits. He gets a lot of secret communiques and I'm not allowed to see them so don't go in there." She went to the next door and opened it to an ultra modern bedroom with its own bathroom. "This is your room and this is ours."
She stopped at the end of the hallway where it appeared half the apartment was taken up by the space. There was an oversized king sized bed, as if there was such a thing, an entertainment area complete with a huge TV, a large black leather sofa, and wet bar. Opening another door led into the biggest walk in closet Natalie had ever seen and at the end of that was the door to the bathroom with steam shower, huge stand alone tub, and double vanity. Beside the bathroom space was a workout area with a Bowflex, a Peloton bike, a treadmill and a number of heavy weights. It was all very severe and masculine but Amber kept going on about how she was putting feminine touches in here and there because Brock wanted her to be comfortable. Based on the number of mirrored surfaces that were in the place Natalie got the idea that Brock probably liked watching himself, a lot, but she didn't say anything to her sister. Amber said she was going to shower and change so Natalie could go ahead and do the same.
"Brock is taking us out for dinner then to a club after so look nice, okay?" she yelled from the bathroom. "He likes his women to look like women."
Natalie shook her head at this last request, remembering a time when her sister would tell a guy off if he even suggested she wear a shorter skirt. Sighing she went into her bedroom, closed the door and opened her suitcase on the bed. She had brought a couple nice skirts and tops for the nights they were going out but realized Brock probably wouldn't approve of most of her wardrobe.
"Fuck him," she said under her breath, already not liking the guy.
She put her toiletries in the bathroom looking with interest at all the fixtures on the shower wall. After she undressed she tentatively touched the controls for a regular normal shower and got blasted in all directions by the different shower fixtures.
"Well, I guess I'm shampooing my hair now," she said out loud.
There was already a premium brand in there and she poured some into her hand, smelling it and rubbing it into her hair. She had to admit her hair felt great after and the different fixtures stimulated her tired muscles making her feel more alert. Wrapping herself in the soft bath towel and putting her hair up in another towel she washed her face and moisturized before reapplying her makeup. In deference to her sister she gave herself a bit of smoky eye. Then she blow dried her hair, pulled it back into a bun, dressed and applied her lipstick. Looking at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror she thought she looked pretty good. She opened her door and walked out to see her sister being fucked by a big naked guy holding her against the hallway wall.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," she stammered and retreated back inside her room closing the door. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the fuck!"
She turned on the TV and tried to find something, anything, that would take that image of her sister and her boyfriend out of her mind. She found it on a music video channel that was showcasing thrash metal. She let the pounding beats and clashing guitar riffs fill her room. It was so loud she didn't hear the knocking on the door or her sister opening it and coming up to her. It wasn't until her sister touched her shoulder and scared her that she turned the music down.
"Jesus, Nat, what the actual fuck," said Amber, wearing a robe. "Why are you listening to that shit?"
"Are you kidding me?" replied Natalie. "After what I saw in the hallway. You couldn't go at it in the bedroom? You had to do it right outside my door knowing I could come out at any moment?"
"Sorry, I forgot you were here," she said. "He's pretty demanding and we got carried away. Have you changed yet?"
"Yeah, this is what I'm wearing," said Natalie.
"Oh no, no, no," said Amber, looking critically at her sister's outfit. "Brock won't like that."
"I don't give a shit what Brock likes," said Natalie. "I like it and this is what I'm wearing."
Amber tried to convince her to borrow something of hers but Natalie stood firm, saying she was wearing her own clothes. Her sister left frustrated that she wouldn't change into something sexier but Natalie didn't care. She was already at the point she was sorry she came. She sat in her room, changing the TV channel to the news where the announcer was reporting on a new round of gang violence in the drug trade. Natalie turned it off and looked out the window at the now dark sky punctuated by skyscrapers covered in lights. She heard a soft knock and turned to see her sister in the doorway. Amber gave her a soft smile and came in putting her head against Natalie's shoulder and her arm around her waist. Together they looked over the beautiful view.
"I'm sorry," she said. "That was pretty selfish of us to forget you were here. I promise any more action will happen in the bedroom. He's sorry as well and wants to meet you properly. Will you come out?"
Natalie nodded and Amber took her by the hand. Brock was sitting on the sofa and stood up, extending his hand. Wearing an expensive tailored suit he was taller than Natalie but not by much as she was 5 feet 9 inches. Muscular, he gave off the aura of a man who knew his physical presence could dominate a room. If she had to guess his age it would be anywhere between 40 and 50 so he was definitely a sugar daddy.
"Natalie, this is my boyfriend Brock Rumlow," said Amber. "Brock, this is my twin sister."
"I'm so sorry," he apologized in a deep but raspy voice. "You didn't need to see that. In my defence your sister is pretty irresistible. It's hard to believe you're twins. I was expecting a double of Amber."
"Fraternal twins," said Natalie. "We had fun with it in school. Our birthdates are different as I was born before midnight and she was born after."
"No shit?" he said. "That's pretty funny. Anyways, I hope you and I can be friends. Your sister is pretty special."
"We'll see," said Natalie with a grim smile, as she wasn't quite ready to like him.
Brock helped Amber on with her jacket while Natalie went and got hers out of her room. She had already transferred the necessities from her regular purse to a little shoulder one and she slung that across her shoulder. On the elevator down Brock put his arm around Amber's shoulders, rubbing his thumb on her shoulder. It seemed somewhat possessive to Natalie which was weird since she was a woman, and Amber's sister, but she had no doubt the display was meant for her to see. When the door opened to the parking garage he let both women exit before him and strode quickly to his car. Like the SUV that picked them up it was all black, with black tinted windows and interior. This one was an Audi while the other one had been a Lincoln. They drove for a while and pulled up in front of an Italian restaurant with a long lineup outside.
"It looks busy," said Natalie. "Maybe somewhere else."
Brock smirked at her and got out, as did Amber, so Natalie let herself out. Brock tossed his keys at a valet and told him in no uncertain terms there better not be any scratches on the finish. Then he went up to the doorman and offered his hand.
"Mr. Rumlow, long time no see," said the doorman. "Go on in. Mr. Fratelli will be so happy to see you back."
The doorman opened the door and Brock waved the ladies in. A large man saw them and stuck his hand out to Brock, welcoming him back after such a long time. They put him in a booth against the wall and immediately he sat with his back to the wall so he could see both the front door and the kitchen door. Amber sat close next to him and Natalie sat on the chair in the aisle. When the waiter came he ordered for himself and Amber and started to order for Natalie.
"I'd like to order for myself if you don't mind," she said sweetly.
"Sure, I just know what's good on the menu," he said, putting his arm around Amber. "Don't I babe?"
Amber smiled then glared at her sister. Natalie ignored her and looked at the menu.
"I'll have the chicken Parmesan please," she said, handing the menu to the waiter, "and a glass of the house white."
"Sweetheart, we don't drink the house wine," said Brock, a little miffed. "Angelo do you still have that Chardonnay I like?"
"Yes, Mr. Rumlow, would you like the whole bottle?" replied the waiter.
He glared at the waiter as if it was a dumb question to ask. The waiter scurried away and Brock sat back as if he was the king of the place. The wine was served and Brock watched everyone who came in the main door and everyone who came out of the kitchen door. He noticed Natalie watching him and he smiled.
"I'm in private security," he explained. "I guard some very important people so it's second nature for me to keep an eye on all the comings and goings."
"You must be very good at your job," said Natalie, sipping her wine.
"Honey, I'm the best," he said, leaning forward so he could look directly into her eyes. "It's why I live in one of the best properties in New York."
Natalie automatically pulled away finding him a little overbearing. She began to wonder how she could get out of going to a club with the guy knowing it wasn't going to end well. Their food came and although his manners weren't atrocious the slurp he made with his spaghetti got on her nerves. When they finally finished and he paid the bill Natalie looked at them.
"Listen, I'm really quite tired," she said. "Why don't you two go on ahead and I'll go back to the apartment."
"No way," said Amber, grabbing Natalie by the arm as she got out of her chair. "You always pull that shit. We're going out and we're going to have fun, dammit."
Amber dragged her sister outside and when the car arrived she opened the car door and made Natalie get in. Brock opened Amber's door and then got in to the driver's side and pulled away from the curb. Twenty minutes later they pulled up at a club and again Brock tossed his keys at the valet, warned him about scratches and escorted the ladies inside past the waiting lineup. Inside it was dark, with pulsing lights and loud music.
"Bottle service," said Brock to the pair that were manning the entry. They pulled the theatre cord back and the trio were escorted to a private area with a horseshoe shaped couch and a large coffee table. A waitress came and asked what they wanted.
"Tequila, and...?" he looked at Natalie. "Chardonnay?"
She nodded and he confirmed it with the waitress. Then he leaned over Amber and planted an aggressive kiss on her. She giggled and pushed him back but fawned over him. As others came in he nodded at those he knew and ignored the rest. A certain man came in and he excused himself, exchanging money with the man for a vial. Then he sat back down and proceeded to lay down lines of cocaine. Natalie looked at him and at Amber, shocked.
"Hey baby, Nat and I going to go dance," she said quickly. "You okay if we hit the dance floor?"
"Sure baby," he replied. "Dance where I can watch you okay?"
Amber grabbed her sister and pulled her to the dance floor.
"What the fuck," yelled Natalie at her sister. "Why are you with this guy? He's toxic. You used to steer clear of guys like this and now?"
"Shut up," she replied. "He's good to me. So he drinks a bit and does some coke every once in a while. He makes a ton of money and gets me whatever I want. I'm a big girl. I can handle it."
Rumlow watched the two sisters and could tell Natalie was not happy. "Bitch," he thought. "Fuck her."
He got up and went in between them dancing sexy with Amber. She got into it and Natalie realized she had just been dismissed from the dance floor. She went back to the private seating and saw all the coke was gone. After she drank her wine she stuck to ginger ale not trusting him if she was under the influence. They stayed out on the dance floor for over an hour, humping, twerking, and whatever else they called what her sister and Brock were doing. He left briefly and Amber stayed out on the floor dancing by herself. A guy came and started dancing with her. Suddenly Brock was there, a punch was thrown and the guy was on the floor, his nose bloodied. Brock dragged Amber back to the private area and shoved her onto the couch.
"Baby, he just showed up," she protested. "I wasn't dancing with him. He just started dancing with me."
"Don't lie to me," said Brock, his eyes wide open and his face in a fury. "You fucking flirt with every guy in the place sometimes. It drives me crazy and you know it."
"Aw baby, I'm sorry," she said seductively. "I don't mean to. I just like dancing. How about we go home and I dance for you. You know what I'm talking about."
Amber twirled her hair with one hand and ran her hand down Brock's chest to his groin, then back up to his face. She leaned in and whispered in his ear which pleased him because he started smiling. He called for the check and they went out to the valet. Amber and Brock were all over each other and kept it up in the car. Natalie had never felt so unseen until Amber went down on him while he was driving and he looked at Natalie through the rear view mirror.
"Want some?" he mouthed and Natalie turned away in disgust.
He smirked and after he came he told Amber to clean him up. She reached into the glove compartment and pulled out some wet wipes. Natalie sunk down as low as she could focussing on the outside. While her sister cleaned him up he cranked up the stereo and kept looking at Natalie through the rear view mirror.
"Thanks baby," he said to Amber, who then powered the window down and threw the soiled wet wipes out onto the road. "Your sister isn't impressed."
"Fuck, I forgot you there," she laughed looking back at Natalie. "Sorry, we got carried away."
Natalie said nothing and as soon as they got back to the apartment she went to her room, closed the door and locked it. She undressed, cleaned her face, and put her nightgown on then went under the covers in the bedroom and realized it was too bright to sleep in there. She went to the window and discovered there were no curtains or blinds. Swearing, she got back into bed and put the second pillow over her head. Eventually she fell asleep to dreams of Brock Rumlow being jerked off by her sister while he came on to her. It wasn't the worst night of sleep she ever had but it was in the top five.
