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 This is the counterpoint to the first chapter.  So, if you're interested in
the characters themselves, and how they got here, review that.  This is the
promised Sexual Action.  Where it ceases to be Covert harassment, and
becomes Physical.  Trigger Warnings: Molestation, Gaslighting, Flashing,
Forced Sapphism, and Rape.  Between sisters, twin sisters, separated as
infants.  In case you're wondering, which one's the abuser, they both are.
   Which begs the central question I wrote this about: "Nature, or
Nurture?" The answer is yes, or no.  I leave you to draw your own
conclusions, but I will say that I don't believe in a genetic cause of
Sadistic Sociopathy.  That's what this is, 2 Psychopaths finally pulling
back the curtain, and admitting what they want.  To hurt eachother,
sexually, and co-excalate out of revenge.  Anger-Retaliatory (misogynistic)
which is more powerful than any normal consensual sexuality.
   However, there is a theory of Congenital sexualization, which is
different from Genetic causes.  While there may not be a "Gay gene," what
there is is a link between the complex hormone sequencing, and the
development of the primordial mind, in utero.  In this case, Minds, because
they shared the womb, and with it the mixture of hormones they were exposed
to, in the same order.  This is what appears to cause disorders like Gender
Identity (Transgender) and even Intersex, if the hormone imbalance is acute
enough to also affect the physical development of the fetus.
   However, another thing which shapes the psyche are environmental factors
in childhood.  Such as your parents, or in the case of divorce, often
Parent.  Singular, that's why they're separated as newborns.  There's
multiple paths that diverge after the Congenital sequencing, however they
can re-converge, and come back to the same conclusion.  So, one can be
raised by a paranoiac with persecution complex (Just because you're
paranoid doesn't mean he's not out to get you) while the other stays at
home with a Power Assertive Malignant Narcissist.  (PAMN) Incidentally, the
same abuser who caused the mother's Paranoid Persecution Complex.
   What this seems to affect is not the Kind of pathology (Sexual Sadism)
but how they may act it out.  For instance, one may starve herself to
compete, and use gymnastics as an escape from her destroyed self image,
while the other might turn to food addiction, to make herself less
attractive, and avoid the Male Gaze.  This picks right up where the girls
come back together, and start fucking with eachother's minds.  So really,
they're responsible.  That's not victim blaming, they're taking Control of
eachother's sexualities, or trying to.  Through abuse.  It's always the
abuser's fault, but in this case, they're both abusers.  And victims, so
you can go ahead, and blame their abuses for the co-escalation.  Because
that's how I rote it.
St: Tool - Pushit (Aenima)
   ;
   Mommy (Fi NS Fant)
   "Shshsh!" She stopped crying, so I stopped bouncing her on my shoulder,
lay her down, and checked her diaper.  I felt it, full of course, and held
my nose to the stink of thick pastey shit smeared all over her bottom.
   "Ghl!" Gagged a little anyway, and closed my eyes to the dark stain,
almost black, leaching through the wipe, and once again wondered why they
didn't make them waterproof.  Surely, the chemists or whatever can invent a
material you can impregnate with fluids.  "Ngh, khuh!"
   Never mind.  Look, she's clean enough, and sighs.
   "Oh," shit.  "Nh!" Pull a Kleener (r) one quick, to cover the trickle,
starting to squirt out in a tiny spray of droplets before she gets it all
over me, and wait for her to stop.
   "Huh!" Well, piss, actually.  Glad I didn't say it out loud, but she
doesn't know what she's doing.  It's involuntary, natural, and just happens
to be completely disgusting.  But, I finally got her cleaned up, dried her,
and puffed on some powder so she wouldn't chafe, or get diaper rash.
   Who knew?  All right, I didn't really think it would be all fun, and
games, but really worried most about getting enough sleep, waking up in the
middle of the night, to feed her, but now that the worst part was over. 
For now, I felt full too so she must be hungry.  I turned off the light, on
the way out, and noticed the light shining around the curtains.
   So, it's daytime.  Months before I can go back to work, and maternity
leave was already so long, I actually started to miss my job.  My
co-workers, even my boss, and the store itself.  I just want a normal day,
ringing up the customers, and maybe them stopping to chat, but it seems
like I haven't seen anyone except for her, and my husband for years.
   I don't regret it, I love her so much.  Still the happiest day of my
life is when they brought her back to me, in the hospital, and I brought
her home.
   "Nh!" Still a little tender, I rubbed the bandage over the scar, and
plucked out my pantyline, to pull it back up.  "Huh!" Cradled in my arm,
now patting, and rooting hungrily at my shirt.
   "Hang on, let me get it out.  Huhhh!"
   I'm just so tired, but finally she's latched on.  Hopefully she'll fall
asleep, she usually does, so I can get another nap.  "Hhhhhuh!"
   Yeah, how many is that today?
   ;
   Mira
   "Hm?" What a dream!  It felt so real, I can almost still feel.
   Her hair.  Covering my chest.  "Uh, Vera!"
   "Smwp?" She giggled, "What?"
   I could smell her too.
   'what do you think you're doing?'
   'Hihihn, you know.  Be quiet, you don't want to wake up mom, and dad.'
   "Ugh!" I pulled my night shirt down and got up.
   "Hhuh, huhhhH!" She squirmed, in the dim light of our alarm clock.
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   "Fucking lesbo!"
   I didn't care, slammed the bathroom door anyway, and turned on the
shower.
   "HhHhH!" to think, I used to fantasize.  That.
   {Tool - Prison Sex (Undertow) ;}
   "Save some hot water," she came in.  Naked.  "Hihihihn!"
   Creepy little giggle.
   "You're sick."
   "I can't help it, you look so precious when you're sleeping."
   "Shut up!" I covered her mouth.  "You get off on that?"
   "Mhm!" She shook her head.
   "I'll show you." I felt down, between her puny little bumps.  "This what
you want, dyke?"
   "Mhm!" She closed her eyes.  Relaxed, gave into it.
   I'm not.  Gay.  It took so long, remember, just what happened.
   "What are you in for?"
   Child molester.
   "HM!" Stubble, on the little puff.  Like a 5 o clock shadow, for girls.
   "NM!" Of course, she shaved.  Just because she doesn't have to wear the
leotard any more.
   "You like it?"
   "Nh, hm!"
   "Yeah," she knows I hate it.
   "MRH!"
   When she doesn't shave.
   "MRHMHMHMHMHM!"
   "I'll show you." Raping her.  "Little lesbo." spanking her.  "Pussy."
   FPpPpPpP!
   "GHN!" She shivveded, and I pulled out, of her spasming.  "Bad," NH! 
"Bad!" NH!  "Pussy.  Yeah." She nodded, face dry, just her hair a little
damp, from the spray on the walls.
   "Hhhhhhn!" She went lip, and I let her down.  Slip down the tiles, in
the corner of the shower.  "Yeah, ohhhh!"
   Squirming.
   "Hhhhhuh, yeah."
   "Well," I grabbed her hair, "Let's see what you can do with a real
cunt."
   I put my knee up.  My foot on her shoulder, to rub her face in it.
   "You got fingers, use them."
   She wants to touch me, in my sleep?  All right, as long as I can make
her.
   "Huh!  Yeah, nh!  Fuck me.  Fuck that wet twat good and hard."
   "Mh, hm!" She just nodded, as good as she could, between the hard smacks
of my pubes into her filthy fucking mouth.  "Huh!  Yeah."
   Getting closer.
   ;
   {Nitzer Ebb (Body of Work) I warned you, didn't I?}
   ;
   Vera (F/f Symp.  Not Empathy, Sympathy)
   "Huh!" I washed my face.  "Wbubububh!" She put on a towel, I watched
her, through the door.  Covering up her body, Like I hadn't seen it.  "That
was great."
   "You mean fucked up."
   "Hihn!" I quivered a little.  "Yeah, I do." Inside.
   Just have to push her buttons.  "Well," on the way out, "I hope you're
satisfied."
   "Yeah." For now.  She shut the door.  Didn't slam it this time, but you
know.  What I said about mom and dad hearing us?
   "Yeah." Wash my hair.
   Serves them right.
   Especially, dad.  After he tried to talk about it.  He looked so
uncomfortable.  Unsure, if it even really was what he thought it was.
   Incest.
   So unlike him, usually he's so sure of himself, confident and in
control. It was so hot.  I never saw him so sexy before.
   Hanging his head, studdering, hesitant to even imply.
   Fucker.
   Serves him right.  "I didn't mean it, like that." Yeahyadid.  Well,
let's see how he likes it.  Listening to sex, next door, having to admit
that he doesn't understand it, what's going on, and he can't stop us. 
What's he gonna do, split us up?  Should thought about that before he sent
the cops after my mother.
   Our mother, but she still has no idea.  She can't know what that's like,
any more than she really feels jail.  Never been, whereas I'm here now, and
I didn't grow up with it.  His constant comments, subtle implied sexual
innuendos, backhanded compliments, and even racism.
   "I'm not a racists, my girlfriend is black."
   Oh yeah, and her.  She won't defy him, either.  She knows better.  His
sponor, in NA.  "Can you get me a beer honey." Pat her ass.
   Yeah, my nigger.  His pet, personal sex slave.  Daddy's little whore.
   "Huh!" rinse off, and get out.  Check my lip, I tasted blood, but nope.
Not mine.  I didn't bite her.  She doesn't like that.
   Pain, the way I do.
   Stopped trying to understand it, but sure enough she threw out the
wrapper, and the applicator.  That time of the month, I don't mind.
   I like the blood, too.
   Means I'm next, now that I'm getting them regular.
   "Nh, huh!" She sat on the bed.  The corner of our bed.  Lifting the
weight, "Nh," and letting it down.  Finally stopped trying to lose weight,
started gaining it, naked save for a pair of panties.  I wrung my hair
tighter in the towel, and pulled it off.  Dropped it damp at her feet.
   Her tits shrunk.  "Don't work it all off." I patted it, but it was time
to get ready for school.  First day, of high school.  "I was thinking."
   "Oh," she switched arms, "Yeah?"
   Flabby arms, but that's the idea.  She still looks fat, even bent over
her elbow, on her knee.  "Nh, huh?  Whatabout."
   "We need a victim." I grabbed a top.  "A real one, you're starting to
like it too much."
   She shrugged, "Boy're girl?"
   I slipped it over my arms, shrugged, and adjusted the spaghetti straps.
Thought, "Idaknow." Titled my head.  "Hand't really thought that far.
   Underwear, from the dresser.  "Well, nh, huh!  Let's see what we got at
school."
   "Yeah."
   ;
   Mira
   [She's right, you know.  Not the first time, like the part about me
gaining weight, instead of losing it?  Just because we're twins doesn't
mean we have to copy eachother.  I can do cartwheels, a lot better now, but
we already have a cute little gymnast in the family.  "We don't need
another."
   So, I decided to put on weight.  I don't care about being attractive,
that's middleschool kiddy shit.  "How do you expect boys to notice you?"
   I don't.
   Fuck him, or don't, I literally don't give a fuck, so who cares if fat
is sexy.  Muscle is sexy, why just pick one?  That's bait, if I want to
play the rabbit, and run off for one to catch me.  Land me, nail me, no. 
I'm good, I'd rather nail one of them.
   So, I'm bisexual, but I'd really rather nail a guy, and once again,
she's right.  She's too willing, she likes it too much.  Yeah, I can hurt
her, but she likes that too.  Much, so we need a victim.  Between the two
of us we can handle a man, right?
   "What big arms you have!"
   All the better to rape you with, but I'm saving some fat.  A good layer
of fat to cover up the muscle, and tits.  I like my tits, so I'm gonna keep
them.  Somebody's got to, she surely don't got enough for both of us.
   Yeah, I don't need her to reflect me, any more than I need to be her
Mirror.
   It ain't about that, now it's about both of us getting what we want. 
She wants a little girl to molest, and I want to rape.  I don't really care
who, but I want to get caught.
   Not yet, I'm enjoying what little freedom I have, now that I can
appreciate it, and I can take driver's ed next semester.  So can she, then
get our learner's permits.  Our worker's permits, but I don't want to be a
slave to a job any more than I want to to a man.
   No, fuck that, I have another career in mind:
   "What're you in for?"
   "Rape."
   Literally.]
   ;
   Vera
   "Showoff."
   "Hihn!" I pushed up, dragging my heels in from the split, and leaning
over.  Standing up, and bringing my feet together, straight up, in a
handstand.  "This is just stretching." I shook my head, and shrugged. 
Rolled back, and popped up to my feet.  "You might want to try it."
   "I can't do that!"
   I know.  "But you can learn.  You just need the right teacher."
   "Who's this?"
   "Oh, hey Mira."
   "I'ma Manda."
   "Nice to meet you." Just glanced up, didn't really look at her, then
turned back to me.  Smiling up at her.  Good, it's working.  Even in
spandex, and some sawed off sweat pants, she just looks like the fat girl.
Look at me, that's right.  Ignore her, standing behind you, until her hand
covers your mouth, so you can't scream.  "Hm!" Blink, and smile.
   "TWEET!  Olright, girls, lineaup!"
   Coach.  Mister coach, which means the girls locer room, we have to
ourselves.  The showers, just like in jail.  I imagine, not my fantasy, but
she'll get wat she wants, too.
   Kinda cute, that Amanda.  "Hihihn!"
   "Quiet girls.  Now.  Alcott, Mitchel?"
   "Here, sir."
   Mark it on his clip board.  Nodding, "Amara, Nih, ho."
   "Nihontsu.  Here.  Sir?"
   Whistle shaking right next to the plastic stopwatch, over his tight Tank
top, barely restrained muscles, is that a nipple?  Poking out the corner, I
can't tell from here.
   I'm a lesbian, I don't like men.  Hate them, really.
   "Anderson, Mira?"
   "Yup."
   "That mean you're here?"
   "Duh?  Yeah, I'm here.  See?"
   "Huh," marked her present.
   "Anderson, Vera."
   "Vira.  Yah."
   "Oall right, Vera." He smiled.  Didn't wink, but you know.  I'm cute,
she's not so he treats her different.
   Yeah, till we get him in the shower.  "Yeah.  I'm here."
   "Brandon, Chealsea?"
   "Here, sir."
   "Good."
   He likes that, being called sir.  Good luck with that, passive
aggressive asshole.  He doesn't mean it that way, no.  Of course not, just
smiles, and says "Good" to the cute, skinny little girls, and negative
reinforcement for the strong ones.  That don't, call him sir.
   Yeah, not gonna happen.
   Wonder if he checks, the locker room after class, or he gets a woman to
do it.  Get him a sammech after that?
   Nice butt, though.  What?  I can't look, because I'm a lesbian?  Well,
let me tell you something, we do.  It's what I want to do with it that's
different.  Instead of grab it, and pull him in while he fucks me
breathless on the bleacher, I want to bend him over the bench, with his
hands taped up and his jockstrap in his mouth while I spank him.
   "Yeah," teach him a lesson.
   'you think he's hot?'
   "Quiet girls!"
   "No," I grinned, "But he's perfect."
   Out loud, he's not going to silence me.
   He smiled, looked down.
   "Johnson, Peter?"
   "Here sir."
   'yeah,' she giggled, 'he is.'
   "I'm not going to tell you again, you want to go to the office?"
   "Nah'm good."
   "Then zip it, till I'm done with roll."
   "Huh, fine."
   "Now," he looked down, where was I?" Found his place, "Oh yeah, Johnson,
Peter?" Shook his head.
   "Hihihn!"
   "Imean, Amanda.  Johnson."
   "Here, sir."
   "Good." He checked her out.
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