CharlotteCarrendar: – The train from Ostrov to Praha Hlavni Nadrazi, was rather tiresome for Corsica, who slouched in the cloth covered seat, staring out the scratched double glass panel of the train. Over her head in the small basket like compartments, was pretty much her worldly goods, all in two bags. Black sporting, with motiffs on the sides, she had them as her constant companion, as she and her sister Candice had travelled around the globe, to escape the tragedy that was caused by a simple mistake in Corsica’s formula. Leaning back, Corsica closed her eyes, and daydreamed of the life she had left behind in Whitehorse. Her future, so bright, riches, fame, fast men and fast cars. Then she could see it again, there in her mind. Body after body, naked glazed men, all with massive erections, smiles on their faces. It was if the Joker himself had played the most amazing crime. An orgy gone so horribly wrong, and all because she made an error. Corsica never made errors, in her mind she was perfect. But that was then, and this was now. Opening her eyes, she stared across at her sister, who as always had her nose stuck in a book. The little bookworm. So much potential, to stand out and be the belle of the ball, but she would rather read the Great Gatsby, then have a night on the town. “I’m bored.”- Corsica said, sighing outwardly, drumming her well manicured nails upon the tattered armrest. “Are we there yet?” <3>
Captain277: – *Candice tried to focus more on the words written on the page than the words in her head. They’d been on the run for a little over three months now, and it was mostly thanks to one of the friends Corsica had made that they were now headed to Prague. The train car, Candice mused, had probably been one of the cleaner places they’d stayed at in the last few weeks, which was saying something. The book in her hands, some cheap romance novel about Spaniards and the daughters of dairy farmers, did nothing to distract her from the feeling of impending doom that their situation constantly exuded. Worse still, the book could not keep her from glancing across the cabin at her sister, who fidgeted and whined every now and then. Reading the signs early, Candice braced herself as Corsica asked if they were there yet. Dropping the book onto her lap, Candice sighed and shook her head, her voice flat, but still tinged with a hint of annoyance.* No, Corsica, we are not there yet. I’d be willing to be we won’t be there for another hour or two at least. Can’t imagine why you’d be in such a rush anyways. All it will mean when we do get there is sleeping on the streets in a new city.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Not exactly the reply that she wanted to hear. Candice dropped the book down on her lap and spoke with an air of annoyance. Hard to believe that Corsica was the elder of the two, cause she certainly wasn’t acting like it at present. Corica leant forward and snatched up the tattered bargin bin novel, flicking through a few pages, and blinking rapidly as she read a few sentences outloud. “Oh Antwon…how I yearn for your lips pressed to my ample bosom. My loins are now wet from the very scent of your manly musk. Take me in the hay. Roll with me…Roll ..Roll..Roll!”- She flipped over the cover, and then wrinkled up her nose. “I’m sure I fucked him. Well, the model anyway. Whatever do you see in these?”- Corsica said with a scowl, before tossing the book back at her, the page rippling as it landed face down in her lap. Crossing her legs, right over left, she threw an arm over the back of her chair, and went back to stare at her reflection in the glass, gritting her teeth,and using the side of her finger to run across the enamel of her front teeth. Not terribly elegant, but she was in one of her moods. A stolen glance back at her twin, and she said carelessly. “You never know, you might make find a nice japanese business man at the station, and we can double do him in the privacy of his hotel suite. Just..let me wear the strap on this time.” – she teased, going back to checking herself out in the window. <3>
Captain277; – *Candice snapped backwards in her seat as Corsica lashed out and jerked the book out of her hands. Scowling at her sister’s childishness, Candice made a move to grab the book back, but stopped suddenly as her sister began to read out the dialogue. Pouting, she slumped back in her seat, the pale flesh of her cheeks growing noticeably more red. She barely even jumped when the book hit her in the chest and fell back in her lap. Trying to hide her sudden blushing, Candice kept her eyes focused on the floor of the cabin, making a point of not looking across the small car at her sister. Her voice had lost its previous tone, growing softer as she mumbled out the words and pretended to become suddenly interested in the book again.* You know I don’t like asians, sis. Besides, the last three-way we tried didn’t exactly work out that well for me, did it? *Opening the book back up, Candice glanced quickly back up at her reclining twin, and then turned her attention back to the book, subconsciously biting her bottom lip as she did so.*
CharlotteCarrendar: – Corsica rolled her eyes, at Candice’s remark. Not to mention, she also caught on that Candice suddenly dropped the annoyed tone, and slunk back into her place, like she always does. That’s right. Corsica knows best. In her mind, anyways. What was that, a flash of red upon her cheeks. Bullseye, she made the mark, by her suggestion of how the two might not be sleeping in some alley near the industrial bins, by bedding down with an asian diplomat. Corsica had come to discover, that these touring asian business men, had the most dispicable and devious minds when it came to all things sexual. Wouldn’t be so bad, if their dicks were bigger than their pinkys. “They did invent hentai after all. And…that..sex in a can thing. TENTACLES.” Corsica threw her head back and let out a loud laugh, as her breasts jiggled beneath her corset . Being outrageous, she was dressed as though she had stepped out of the latest “Dom’s R Us” catalogue. All she needed was a cat of nine tails, a mask, and some poor man on a lead. Corsica wiggled her fingers, and directed it at a man that had been watching them the whole time. This was not lost upon Corsica, who gave him a sly wink, before sucking her finger, slowly. Coming back to round on her sister, she sprang up and then plonked down beside her, and placed an arm around her shoulders. “Now, I thought the last threesome was…..rather hot. You didn’t get upset when he suggested we peed on him, did you?” <3>
Captain277: – *Candice muttered something unintelligible to herself as Corsica took on her usual dominant demeanor, going out of her way to ignore her sister’s prodding and teasing about the Japs and their infatuation with naughty tentacles. Still trying to pretend that she was interested in the piece of shit book in her hands, Candice caught herself staring at her older sibling as she teased one of the men further down the line. She took in a slow, quiet breath to keep her slightly smaller chest from heaving as much as Corsica’s. Whilst her sister was content to put as much bare skin as was possible on display, Candice had worn her usual travel attire; a loose, white sweater, and a modestly cut black mini-skirt. Her thigh-high boots were in one of her bags, so Candice had settled on white knee-high socks and some cheap black tennis shoes. Corsica plopped down in the seat next to her, and Candice became suddenly aware of how warm her face felt as Corsica put an arm around her and pulled their bodies closer together. Shaking her head slightly, Candice felt a small flash of indignance at her sister’s comment.* You know damn well it wasn’t the pissing that bugged me. It was the whole bit about you tying me up and forcing me to watch half of the action without being able to do anything. I know you don’t feel complete without a cock in you somewhere, Cor, but sometimes it’d be nice if it was just-*Candice paused and suddenly became very interested in the scenery passing by outside the window.* Nevermind.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Right eyebrow arched, she sucked on her finger two more times, as she sees the tell tale bulge in the man’s pants, who is watching the twins from behind his paper. Every few moments, you can see the paper shaking, like he wants to drop it, and rip his dick out right then and there, and beat it hard. Grinning like a cheshire cat, her attention torn between the horny businessman, and then back at her sister, who was obviously trying to keep her cool as her sister put on one of her performances. Did it ever end? Not likely. Licking her top lip with her moist tongue, she teased the edge of her sister’s jumper, like she was trying to draw it back and expose a bit of skin. Candice had the most gorgeous complexion, so fair. Corsica would kill for it, but of course, Cor was naturally much darker, thanks to their father. Taking a moment, she did however pay attention to what her sister was saying. Naturally, Corsica was interested on how Candice viewed sex. In fact, it gave her a bit of a thrill to hear about it. Being reminded of their bedroom adventures. She sniggered as Candice told of how she didn’t like being tied up. Corsica leant over and licked her earlobe playfully. “Come on…its fun to watch. I know, I watch you all the time.”- Course, there was more to it, as Candice went on to say that Corsica loved cock in her all the time. “True…mhm” -No arguements there. Wait…just what? “No…no no no. Come on come on. Corsica placed her fingers under Candice’s chin and drew her head around, so they would be right in each other’s faces. “Just….how can I make it more fun for you, if you won’t share. We share everything…well, everything except a toothbrush….heh.” <3>
Captain277: – *Candice knew it was silly, to think that Corsica was putting this show on as much for her as for the man further down the car. Even she could see him, further down, acting like an idiot as he struggled with maintaining his composure. Candice about jumped out of her seat as she felt cold flesh brush against the skin beneath her sweater. She knew her skin must feel like it was burning to her sister’s oddly icy touch. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Candice felt another, more acute rush course from her ear, tingling all the way down to her thighs as her sister licked her. Her breathing steadily grew more rushed, her breasts rising and falling beneath the sweater as her sister whispered into her ear. Every now and then, she would nod and mutter in agreement.* It can be fun, yes…*Corsica’s hand wrapped around Candice’s chin and forced her to meet eye to eye. Candice knew she had the strength to break the grip, or at the very least look away out the corner of her eye, but she didn’t have the will to do it. She listened to her sister talk, but couldn’t pay attention to much more than the way her lips caught the dingy light of the train. Gingerly pulling back, Candice began to move towards the back of the train.* I uh…need to go to the bathroom. You can talk about it with me there, if you want. Or stay here. I don’t care. I’m gonna be back there. *At that, Candice moved hurriedly towards the women’s lavatory.*
CharlotteCarrendar; – Candice was agreeing, cause she knew her sister was right. Corsica was so confident, and knew it. She kept her finger under her chin, not moving until Candice moved away. Lowering her hand slowly, with a devilishly smile, she could see this was going to be a game of chasey. How Corsica loved this game as a child. Candice would run and hide, and of course, Corsica always knew where she hid, but pretended not to, to have the thrill last longer. And just like in the past, Candice did the bolt. Nervously stuttering of how she needed to go to the bathroom. Glancing over her shoulder, she watched Candice hurry up the aisle of the train, and slam the bathroom door after entering. “5…4….3…2….1…here I come.”- she sang, rising slowly and then running both her hands down over her corset and winking at the man who had now lowered his paper. “Two hundred euros, and you can watch.”- she teased, before flipping him off and sauntering down to the bathroom, placing her hand on the handle, only to find, it wasn’t locked. Opening the door, she entered slowly, closing the door behind her. She leant back on the door, sizing her sister up, eyes looking at her hungrily. “Well….you got the privacy, Candi.”- she took two steps to her, and grinned mischeviously- “Do you want a piece of Licorice?” <3>
Captain277: – *Candice leaned on the lav’s small countertop, staring into the mirror as her breathing began to slow down. Her elbows were rattling slightly, and she knew her hands would be shaking if she weren’t gripping the sink for everything it was worth. It was still odd, looking in mirrors. Even after these few months she had trouble recognizing herself. It had probably kept them from being recognized when they fled Canada, and of course Corsica had grown partial to it after that, which meant that Candice now did it too. Candice ran one trembling hand over the almost perfectly smooth skin of her skull, and then jumped away from the door in panic as Corsica barged in. Drawing up to her full height across from her antagonistic sister, Candice grabbed her right elbow with her left hand and tried to casually lean against the wall, her knees nearly buckling as she stared at Corsica’s body. Her sister made a move forwards, and Candice gave in at last and dropped to her knees. She could barely manage a whisper, not even upset that Corsica seemed to be humoring her more than anything else. Shuffling right up to Corsica’s waist on her knees, Candice wrapped her arms around her twin’s thighs, cradling the curves of her ass in her hands as her head came to rest on Corsica’s belt buckle.* Oh yes, of course I do.
CharlotteCarrendar; – Sweet, Sweet Candi. Corsica watched her with a rise in her own heartbeat. How sexy was she at this moment. The beauty of her bald head, how at first it was a shock when they went to this extreme to shave their heads, to help hide their identity, but it had a flip side. Fuck it was hot. Corsica’s eyes went, from Candi’s head, all the way down to her cheap runners. Candice could be wearing anything or nothing, and Corsica would still be infatuated. There is this saying about twins, how they share so much, like of mind, and kindred spirits. Candice and Corsica did everything together, and one thing was for sure, if it was pleasure either wanted, they only had to turn to each other. Corsica was positively salivating, at the sight of her sister trembling. And there it was, when she tried to stand on her own, but her knees were trembling, like they would give way. Course they would, and Candice fell to her knees, and then shuffled over on the floor. Obediant, yes, that was just how Corsica liked. Triumphant, she stood, her sister wrapping her arms around her thighs, and clutched her ass lovingly. Her head resting on Corsica’s belt buckle. She answered the question perfectly. Without touching Candice’s head, she reached and undid her skirt, the mini skirt clasp snapped, and the skirt fell away to reveal crotchless knickers beneath. The musk of her womanhood would be all to tempting, and it was then Corsica gave the command. “Candi…this is what you wanted.”- she reached for the back of Candice’s head, and drew it to her clit, and cooed softly. “Taste your licorice. You been a bad girl running from me.”- <3>
Captain277: – *Candice’s breath rolled over Corsica’s skirt, sending ripples across the dark fabric as she waited anxiously for permission. The snap of Corsica’s skirt unfastening might as well have been the sound of Heaven’s gates rolling open, and as Candice pulled her head and hands away from Corsica’s body to let the article fall freely, she saw that she hadn’t been far off at all. Candice let out a small, involuntary moan as Corsica revealed herself. From so close, Candi could smell her sister’s musk, and could almost taste the small droplets of fluid that had started to stain the edges of her sister’s panties. As Corsica began to gently draw her head in, she whispered, breathlessly.* Yes Miss, I’m so sorry for being bad Miss. Let me…let me make it up to you. *The steady force being applied to the back of Candice’s head pushed her into her sister’s most private of places, and Candice began to lap at the edges of Corsica’s lips hungrily, as if she had been starved. Her shaking hands returned to her twin’s bare ass cheeks, kneading the perfect mounds of flesh gently as the tip of her tongue began flitting out, drawing nervous circles around Corsica’s clit. Her breath, hot and frantic from the tension, rolled across her twin’s bare skin in between licks, unintentionally alternating between hot and cold. Gaining some presence of mind as Corsica’s flavor rolled across her tongue, Candice began flicking her tip back and forth over the sensitive stud of nerves, working desperately for her mistresses’ approval. She wanted rather terribly to let her fingers explore Corsica’s insides, but knew it would be far better to wait until she had been commanded to. She didn’t even dare pause from her efforts to moan or gasp, instead letting the care of her motions show her thankfulness.*
CharlotteCarrendar: – Corsica tipped her head back slowly, her throat fully exposed to the air, and you could see her swallow hard, just as Candi let out an involuntary moan. Her ripe lips parted as she ran her tongue over them once more, to keep them from drying out. Those sweet whispers, complying, so obediant. Such a good girl really, but Corsica was not about to let her know that yet. It was all part of the game. Her right hand stayed upon the back of Candi’s head. The fine hairs, like a carpet of micro fibres. Her head was not completely bald, no. But you had never felt anything so soft in all your life. Corsica parted her fingers further, not adjusting the pressure, but allowing her to feel the texture againset her skin. The first sweep of her tongue would part her lips, and there would be a prize in store for her sweet Candi. Droplets of pre, ready and waiting would drip onto her tongue, as it made continual passes. Tasting her sweet licorice honey. The quivering hands upon Corsica’s rounded buttocks, so feather light, like she dare not be rough till instructed. Corsica knew how to play the role to a t, and spoke with authority, dark, velvet like. Richness in her voice. “I will let you this time. Can’t have Candi go thirsty, now can we?” Expelling a long growl of pleasure, she gave the order. “Finger me, two fingers….hard as you can…and don’t stop till I tell you.” – with that, she roughly pulled her sister in closer, and clenched her buttocks tight together. <3>
Captain277: – *Candice let out a few low moans as Corsica stroked her close-cropped hair. She enjoyed the stroking just as much as her sister did. Her broad sweeps seemed to nudge Corsica in the right direction, and all at once Candice felt a flush of excitement as her twin ordered her to do her worst. Unwinding her left arm from around Corsica’s thigh, Candice let the free hand slip up beneath her chin and between her sister’s gradually dampening thighs. With an odd sort of familiarity, Candice began to prod her sister’s entrance with her index and ring fingers, letting her tongue strike out a few times to wet the tips, working carefully to balance the lubrication of her fingers with her attention on Corsica’s clit. At last, her fingertips felt slick enough, and Candice pushed them slowly up into her mistress, spreading her lips carefully as her twin’s walls stretched out to accomodate the exploring digits. Burying her fingers inside Corsica, Candice launched suddenly into action, starting with her middle finger, and then alternating with her ring finger, writhing back and forth, and occasionally twisting her wrist to focus the pressure all the way around her sister’s cunny. Candice knew exactly where her sister’s g-spot was, and went to great lengths to avoid it, teasing in areas nearby without ever doing more than sliding over it. She worked her fingers viciously, knowing that she’d have to virtually pound her sister until she came.*
CharlotteCarrendar: – Corsica glanced down, eyelids heavy and snorting air through her nose. She slid her right foot over and this would give Candi ease of access, to drive her fingers in. Oh this little slut of a sister knew how to please her Mistress, and the corners of Corsica’s lips curled upward. Such power she felt right now. Candice would do exactly what she was told, and always did. Corsica finally let out an audible groan, when Candi changed fingers, then buried them inside, twisting her wrist, and at the same time, kneading her ass cheek. “Good pet….such a good pet. A girl can never have too much Candi.” Corsica arched her back, and grit her teeth, starving off the orgasm. No, she wanted this to last as long as it could. Her hand was moving faster, stroking the back of Candi’s head, guiding her, using the pressure to force her closer, deeper inside. Corsica bucked against Candi’s fingers, and then she let out a forceful barage. Turning things up a notch. “You know where I like it, Bitch. HARDER!…And Licorice is going to make you gag on her cum.”- Corsica fought to stay fairly rigid, acting so masculine. “More fingers…come on…you can do better!” -she gripped the back of her head and pulled it back, so she could see Candi’s wet lips and chin. “Fuck me like you wanted when I tied you up, whore!” <3>
Captain277: – *Candice could tell she was drenched; her panties were sticking to her slit like she’d jumped into a pool with her clothes still on. Just as she was starting to consider playing with herself while she fingered Corsica, her sister flipped into full-on dom mode. Candice could barely keep up, frantically thrusting her index finger up into Corsica’s cunt, stretching the burning, throbbing walls out that much further. Her sister’s demands were orders that she physically could not disobey, and all three of her fingers began to viciously assault Corsica’s g-spot, rotating and massaging and teasing at it relentlessly. Candice felt her palm begin to cramp, but kept going anyways, paying no attention to the streams of her sister’s juices that poured over her hand and down her wrist. She cried out when her sister pulled her head back, still straining at her clit even as Corsica took pleasure from her degredation. In response to the abuse, Candice gave Corsica everything she had, because every inch of her belonged to her twin, and she never felt as happy with her sister as she did on her knees. She wanted to drink Corsica’s cum and lick her beautiful legs clean afterwards, and she wanted it so desperately that she stopped holding back, and pulled every dirty trick she could to push her mistress over the edge. Her free hand stopped squeezing Corsica’s ass and started teasing the dom’s asshole, not daring to prod, simply massage, as the pace of her licking and fingering doubled, even as the pain in her palm became excruciating and her tongue began to grow tired.*
CharlotteCarrendar: – Push push push….that was what she knew she had to do, to make it all worth while, and Candice, her face, glistening in juice, the look in her eyes. She was in pain, her tongue swollen from the intense furious licking. Seeing that, and the incessant pounding of her digits, driving, drilling her Mistress’s insides, till she could take it no more. Corsica squeezed her eyes tight, she was lifted up on high, the perilous heights as she was about to cum. Candice had given everything she had, to the point she was near faltering. There was sure to be a slick of her own pre all over the floor. Corsica didn’t care at this moment. All she knew was she was being fucked and treated as a Goddess by the most exotic creature she knew. Her prized and cherished sister, Candi. Corsica arched her back, and let out a powerful roar like cry, that was sure to rock the very train as it headed for Praha Hlavni Nadrazi. “Hand out..NOW…Mmmmmaaaaaaaahhh. Drink….Drink Candi!”- she ordered, as the first shocks hit, like waves, a tsumani like orgasm, frothing and pouring from her cunny, ready to drown her sweet sister. Her reward, for being the perfect girl. <3>
Captain277:- *Candice felt her sister nearing her peak, and immediately shuffled as close in as she could, her knees banging up against the door of the lavatory as she squeezed between her sister’s legs. Her mistress’ indecent commands might very well have alerted the entire train to what was going on inside the bathroom, but Candice didn’t give two fucks. She pulled her aching fingers out of her sister’s cunny and slid her tongue down the length of her slit, from clit to entrance, in the few frantic seconds it took for Corsica to release. The sudden, overpowering taste of her sister’s cum squirting into her mouth knocked Candi into a daze; she hadn’t made Corsica come that hard ever before in their life. Gasping for air as she licked the last few drops clean from her sister’s lips, Candice fell back onto her ass and began massaging her cum-slick hand, wincing slightly at the pain. As she tried to relax her wrist, Candice stared silently up at her sister’s face, her eyes wet with tears from exertion, and her mouth wide open and her tongue stuck out to show that she had swallowed everything, save for her lips, which glistened in the sterile lavatory lighting.*
CharlotteCarrendar: – Corsica was panting, trying to catch her breath. But it was then she saw the tear stained face of her sister. Oh how hard she had worked her hand inside her. Its a wonder she hadn’t sprained it. Corsica knelt down and picked up her skirt, fastening it back on, without looking at Candice, fixing the catch, and then smoothing out the creases. But then, she did look up, and slid on the floor on her knees, and began to kiss away her sister’s tears, one cheek at a time. She only stopped to stare in her eyes, as she took up her cum drenched hand, and then started to slowly lick it clean. Between laps of her tongue over her aching sister’s hand, she whispered. “You’re my Candi girl, and tonight I promise, I will find us a bed, and then, my sweet, I get to devour you.”-She slowly rose up and then offered her sister her hand, as you could hear the train pulling into the station. “Talk about timing.”- Corsica led Candi out of the bathroom, only to see the shocked looks on the other passengers faces. The man at the back, had a huge wet patch on his pants. Grabbing down their bags, Corsica said with a smile. “Look out Prague, the Chisolm Sisters…have arrived.” – <3>