“If you do this, I’ll give you two minutes to see your sister.”
Those words stopped any hesitation on my end. I brought my eyes to the plate, then to him. I needed to make sure.
“You promise?”
I thought I could hear a laugh on the other side of the door. It must have been, as I could see that he seemed amused by my inability to believe him. And why would I? These words were coming from someone who kidnapped me from my own home.
“I promise. Now eat.”
I knelt down onto the cold floor, which caused goosebumps to form along my skin. My fingers were dirty from the dustiness of the cell. It seemed gross to have to eat like that. I was a mess, and I didn’t want to go through with it. If it meant seeing my sister, I had no choice but to comply. It was better than having him force me to do other things, things that I couldn't bear to consider at that time.
I inhaled deeply and reached down for one of the roast potatoes. I wondered if he’d had this specific meal made so that he could watch. It felt strange, having his eyes on me so intensely, as I reached down and lifted the potato with my fingers. I placed it on my tongue and forced it into my mouth. I wasn’t sure how much he would make me eat until I could see her.
But I’d do it if it meant making sure that Alessandra was okay.
4
Marcello
There was something about her that made me want to push her further. I couldn’t help but stare at her as she placed the food on her tongue and pushed it in deeply, her fingers gagging the front of her mouth, parting her lips lightly. My muscles tensed with the thought of her forcing it further down her throat. I felt aroused by it and couldn’t help but reach down towards my pants.
My erection was massive, untamed, and it was like nothing I’d felt before. I couldn’t force her to touch it, not now, not as she was. It would be too much. So, I did the best thing I could—I reached into my pants and grazed at it, gently kneading it as she ate. She had no idea, as I was as quiet as possible. She continued eating, and I continued massaging the shaft, feeling as though I’d burst at any moment. That sensation was thrilling, and knowing that she was looking right at me without realizing, made it even more of a turn on.
I appreciated that she wasn’t messy about it. She was logical, aiming for one bite at a time, ripping apart the steak and ingesting each bite slowly. I felt my heart racing in my chest and my muscles tensing as I watched. There was a voyeuristic approach to it that set me on fire. A little perverted? Yes. I wasn’t sure how it would go, but it was enjoyable. It was enough.
Still, I didn’t let myself finish.
I stopped just as I was about to cum. I clenched my teeth, my entire body growing tense as I waited for her to finish the majority of the meal. There was nothing on her face but a small dribble of butter from the steak, which she promptly wiped away. As she wiped, I could see that small indent on the side of her cheek. That dimple, which had been the catalyst that had originally drawn me to her. I wondered, then, if anyone else had noticed it. If they had, no one had said anything to me. It was such a peculiar feature that marked each twin.
I was silent as I lifted my hand from beneath my pants and buckled my belt, making sure it was in place. I had to force my erection to the side, hoping she wouldn’t notice. From what I could tell, she hadn’t caught on to what I’d been doing. If she had, her expression didn’t give it away. I craved to have her do it more, but I’d promised I would let her see her sister. She wouldn’t agree to any more until I came through on my promise. After that? Then I’d start pushing her boundaries, seeing what more she would do.
I closed the thin hatch to the slit and opened the door, which caused Chiara to stand on her feet. She was wearing one of my sister’s old dresses, which was now rather tattered. It was a white dress that reached down to her ankles, making her legs look even shorter than what they were. Still, she had good hygiene, which was impressive. A lot of people would break when being in solitary for too long. Chiara hadn’t passed that point yet where she didn’t care about how she appeared.
“Come on. I’ll take you to your sister.”
She kept her eyes low as she pushed herself up onto her feet and passed by the door. I wished I could’ve brought her perfume from her family home. I already missed that musky smell that had emanated from her skin that night. Still, despite being in a small cell for a few days, she didn’t smell bad. She kept herself clean and was using the small shower in the corner. That was more than what most people would do in isolation. Unfortunately, she just didn’t have that same effect on me as I walked her down the hallway.
I made sure to push her along lightly, as I didn’t want her getting any ideas. I had to show her that any attempt at escape wouldn’t work. Her sister was located at the end of the hallway, which was a bit of a walk. The place was huge, and entirely concrete. Specially made for situations like this. Try as she might, but it would be impossible to escape without help.
“It’s just there on the right.”
She turned back to me and nodded as I brushed up behind her and turned the latch to the door. It was always kept locked, and at night, there was even more intense security. It was also impossible to open from the other side. If you were in the room, there was no way to get out without someone opening it for you.
Chiara rushed into the room the moment the door opened, running into her sister. Their cries echoed out into the hallway as they saw each other. I’d always heard that twins had a special bond and from their reaction, I had no doubt that it might be true. They held each other, weeping hysterically. I didn’t want to look. I could only imagine how my little sister would react if she was in the same position. Still, it made them look weak.
Two minutes and counting. I knew that the moment someone discovered us, it’d be my head on the block.
Chiara held her sister close, and it was then that I saw that Chiara was the taller twin. She was also a little more shapely than Alessandra, but that could’ve been from weight loss on Alessandra’s part. I hadn’t been keeping track of her as much as I had with Chiara, so whether she was eating her meals was beyond my knowledge.
They cried in each other's arms as I counted down. She earned two minutes that day, but that wasn’t to say that she couldn’t earn more time as the week went on.
The idea spiraled in my head, causing a smirk to grow on my face. I couldn’t help it. I knew that they would take the smile the wrong way, but that didn’t bother me. I wasn’t worried about what they thought of my conduct or my family.
What had happened had been because of choices their parents had made. If they’d chosen wisely, none of us would have been in that situation. And nothing would bring Gianni back. There was resentment on both sides.
I turned away from the girls for a moment, not wanting to interrupt their reunion. I wondered if twins felt lonelier without their other half. They were said to have a deeper bond than usual siblings. The tears alone proved that they were having a harder time than most.
I could hear them whispering to each other, but paid no attention to the words that they were saying. It wasn’t my business. So long as they didn’t put up a fight, or try to escape, we had no issues with each other.
