THE FLASHLIGHT PART III
today...
“No it’s not OK, John!!
I’m not going anywhere until I get an answer!!
I don’t know who you are anymore!!
You will tell me what happened back there!!
Now!!”
“Fuck, Anne!! You are one crazy bitch, you know that??”
“You tell me right now what is going on, or else..”
“Or else what, bitch?”
“My God, look at you for crying out loud!
Who am I kidding???
You were sucking him in those toilets, right???
What else did you do?”
“Whoa fuck you, bitch!!
Why?”
What will you do to me?
Pull my hair???
He was my Associate!!!”
“Look what you have become, John!!!
I’m begging you!!!
Wake up and look at yourself!!!
You were a man once!
You are a Professor for fuck’s sake!!
Why did you do this to yourself?
What happened to you??”
“Where the fuck are you going, Anne? My house was that way!!!”
I SAID TELL ME NOW!!!”
“You will tell me what is going on, here!!!”
“STOP THE CAR, NOW!!!
I’LL GO ON FOOT!!!”
“What house, John??”
“It’s as if Barbie lives there for crying out loud!!!
What’s goin on???
GIRLS LIVE THERE??
There’s a guy there, John!!!
Wake up!!!
You are the man of that house!!!”
“I SAID STOP THE CAR, BITCH!!!”
“Why?
Did I offend you???
Calling you a man??
Well, someone had to do this, brother!!!
Can you look at yourself in the mirror?
What’s going on?
Did you shrink?
How the hell did you become so damn skinny?
And for fuck’s sake, since when did you start wearing makeup, John???
You think I haven’t noticed???
I’m a damn woman, John!!
We can tell from a mile!!”
“My God, that bitch! Can you please take me home now????”
“No, John!!!
That’s it!!
You’re telling me everything!!!”
“Is this why you asked for me to go with you?”
“Yes, John!
After all, you let Kate drive now, don’t you?
Well, she’s taking Brad this time.
Now speak!!!
An hour ago. We were at the bar! Me, you, Brad and Kate.
Now tell me!!
Did you, or did you not go in the fucking toilet with Adam?”
“WELL, FUCK OFF, BITCH!!!
I’M NOT TELLING YOU ANYTHING!!
I’M CALLING KATE!!”
“YOU HANG UP THAT PHONE OR I WILL LEAVE THE FUCKING STATE!!!
YOU HEAR ME??”
“I did!! Are you happy now??”
“And what did you do there???”
“I SAT ON MY KNEES, SUCKED HIS 9 INCH SHAFT LIKE A WHORE AND THEN HE FUCKED ME LIKE A BEAST, BEFORE HE SHOOTS HIS GLORIOUS LOAD IN MY HUNGRY MOUTH!!!
ARE YOU HAPPY NOW????”
“Oh my God, listen to him..
My baby brother is sick!!”
“YOU are sick, whore!!
NOW GET THAT FUCKING CAR STOPPED OR I’LL OPEN THE DOOR!!!!”
“How did this happen???
You have always been an alpha male, brother!
What happened there?
I remember your past girlfriends telling me about you!!
I know how you like em!!
How you prefer to fuck!!
I even know the size of your penis, baby brother!!!
How??? I mean... how???
That bitch!! Kate!! That’s her fault!!!
That fake titted whore did this to you!!
Right????
I’ve seen how she treats you!!!
It’s as if she talks to a girl!!!
WELL, YOU’RE NOT, JOHN!!!!
WAKE UP!!!!
CAN’T YOU SEE???
SHE’S CHEATING ON YOU!!!
I’M SURE OF IT!!!
SHE’S A WHORE, JOHN!!!
SHE HAS BECOME A COCK-HUNGRY SLUT!!
AND SHE HATES ME, JOHN!
BECAUSE SHE KNOWS I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN TAKE YOU OUT OF THIS!!!”
“BACK OFF, BITCH!!!!”
“LISTEN TO YOU, BABY BROTHER!!!
WHY YOU HATE ME??
THIS IS NOT YOU!!!!
WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU??
WHERE’S MY BROTHER???
YOUR WIFE IS FUCKING OTHER MEN, JOHN!!
WAKE UP, PLEASE!!!
CAN’T YOU SEE??
SHE LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING PORNSTAR, BABY BROTHER!!
IF I HADN’T KNOWN HER FOR ALL THESE YEARS I WOULD SAY SHE EVEN GETS PAID, FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!!!
THAT’S IT, BROTHER!!!
I’M TAKING YOU AWAY FROM HER!!!
SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU!!!
THAT FUCKING BITCH IS DOING SOMETHING TO YOU!!!
And I’m gonna find out what it is, baby brother!
You don’t need her in your life right now.
What you need is to spend some quality time with the only person who truly loves you.”
“Where are we going, Anne?”
“We’re going on a trip, John.
I’ve been planning on this for days.
I couldn’t let this madness go on forever.
But we had to do this.
That’s why I kept it a secret even from Brad.”
“So, where are we going?”
“To the airport, baby brother.
Don’t worry.
We’ll call them them just before the plane takes off.
Everything is gonna be just fine.
I’ll explain to them.
We just need to be together at this point, brother.
Just me and you.
To see what was going wrong all this time.
Just me and you.
I want to be with you for as long at it takes, my loving brother.
I want to keep you away from everything that’s corrupting your mind.”
“I see...”
So, JFK?”
“Yes, baby brother.”
“OK...”
15 minutes later
“Wait.
Who’s that??
I can’t see clearly.
Is it Brad?
With Kate?
How did they kno..?
JOHN??
DID YOU TELL THEM WE’RE HERE???
HOW COULD YOU???
I THOUGHT WE WERE..”
“Hey, Annie!!
What are you doing here?
Going somewhere?”
“Listen, Brad. That’s between me and my brother.
I’d better you stayed away from this.”
“What are you talking about, honey?”
“Listen. I didn’t want to upset you.
But I have to do this.
I’m taking my brother for a while.”
“What are you saying, baby?”
“I’m saying that I’m leaving.”
“Is that so?”
“And when were you planning to come back?”
“I don’t know yet.
In a month. Or two.. I don’t know.”
“Really?”
“Listen, Brad.
I was going to tell you over the phone...
But..
A lot has changed this year, baby...
And I don’t have a fucking clue what the fuck is going on!!
I mean..
First it was Kate.
Seeing my best friend becoming into.. well, this! I don’t know how to explain it!
Seeing her flirting, hitting on everyone, well, changing. It was something I couldn’t accept, baby!
I loved that fucking girl, Brad!
And I still care for her!”
“Oh my God, I love you too, baby!”
“Get your fucking hands off me! This is not you anymore!
I don’t even recognize you!”
“But, Anne, let me explain what..”
“I said get your dirty hands off me! Who knows where they were?
Don’t try to make it up for what you have done!
You know what I’m talking about, Brad!
I’m talking about my brother!
My brother wasn’t gay, baby!!
And now look at him!!!
If you put a wig on him, I’m sure he could pass as a girl, for crying out loud!!
Don’t you see?”
“Relax, baby. Now you are overreacting.”
“Overreacting??
Just 20 minutes ago, he admitted he swallowed Adam, Brad!!
He is an Associate Professor damn it!!”
“Oh come on..”
“LISTEN TO ME, BRAD!
IF IT WAS SOMETHING THAT MY BROTHER WAS NOT, THAT WAS A QUEER, DAMN IT!!”
“Oh, relax, baby.”
“DO NOT TELL ME TO RELAX, BRAD!!
I’M TELLING YOU!!
SOMETHING WEIRD IS GOING ON HERE!
AND I’M SURE SHE HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS!!
BUT I’M GONNA FIND OUT, BRAD!!”
“Oh please, baby...
You are overreacting again..”
“AND THEN IT’S YOU, BRAD!!!
YOU ARE THE THIRD REASON OF MY DECISION!!”
“Me??
What do you mean, honey?”
“Well, I’m pretty sure you know, Brad!!”
“What?”
“That girl, Brad.
At first I thought John had something to do with her, but then... I realized John wasn’t that guy anymore.
“And that led me to you, baby.
How come John is suddenly best friends with one of YOUR students, baby?
And why on earth is he doing all those chores for her, if he doesn’t want to fuck her??
Have YOU asked him, baby?
Is my baby brother backing up his friend?”
“What the hell are you talking about, Annie?
Are you insane??”
“Just tell me, baby.
Are you cheating on me?”
“Are you crazy, Anne?”
“I know, baby. How would you ever admit such thing.
Never mind.
That’s why I decided to take my brother and leave for a while.
I want to clear my mind.
See things better, you know?”
“I surely know what you are talking about, my love.
And in fact, I have something which will help you clear your head from all this nonsense.
Just come here so that we do not draw any attention.”
“What do you mean, Brad?”
“Don’t worry about the line. By the time it’s your turn you’ll be ready to go.”
“What are you talking about anyway?”
“See. I got this thing in my bag.
This flashlight.
Can you please look at this light, my love?
Nice..
That’s perfect. You can let her go now, John.
“Do you know what the problem is with you, Annie?
You are too good. If you know what I mean..
See, baby.
A good girl is a good girl.
Everybody loves her.
Parents, relatives, colleagues, friends.
The thing is though, honey, that a good girl doesn’t equal a good fuck.
You know?
In fact, a good girl equals a bad fuck.
Or more specifically a boring fuck.
Which may be ok for the relatives, but not for your man...
Am I right?”
“Yes.”
“Nice...
That is your problem, my love.
You have always been the best girl anyone could ever have.
You are the single most loving, caring and giving person a man can have.
That’s why I loved you in the first place.
And that’s why I still love you.
It’s good to have a woman who has nothing but unconditional love to give to her man.
A woman who respects him and trusts him and loves him more than anything in the world.
Am I right?”
“Yes.”
“See, even when you started seeing Amy at our house for no reason, you still couldn’t think that I would ever cheat on you.
Right?”
“Yes.”
“You were buying all that shit I was telling you about my suspicions that your brother was hitting on her.
Right?”
“Yes.”
“Poor thing.
You kept seeing your fairy brother hanging out with Amy and you still couldn’t say anything to hurt your husband.
Right?”
“Yes.”
“Remember one night where you caught them up in our bedroom, both in their babydolls, doing each other’s nails and I told you that I think he was doing it to get into her pants?”
“Yes.”
“You couldn’t accuse me of banging that little slut, right?”
“No.”
“You couldn’t even think of me doing anything wrong, hah?”
“No.”
“You know why, baby?”
“No.”
“Because you are a good girl.
In fact, you are the best wife anyone would ever ask for.
You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And that’s why sex with you was so unbelievably boring.
Right?”
“Yes.”
“But I’m pretty sure that that’s what you wanted us to believe about you, huh?
That you are a nice person.
Am I right, Anne?”
“Yes.”
“And you did a terrific job, baby.
You have almost fooled us.
Didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“As a matter of fact, it is more like a miracle that nobody saw the endless seas of jealousy that lie under that adorable, well respected and absolutely lovable exterior that you’ve been building so hard to shape all these years.
Am I right, Annie?”
“Yes.”
“But these waters have flooded your body. Your mind.
And you can’t protect yourself anymore.
Right, dear?”
“Yes.”
“The endless seas that lie under your skin will drown you.
And you know that the only way to survive, is to let at least a small leak.
Right, baby?”
“Yes.”
“A tiny hole for them to find a way out of your sinking body, so that you don’t die out of your insecurities.
Am I right, my love?”
“Yes.”
“Can you feel it?”
“Yes.”
“You managed to keep everything under control.
Until now.
But the seas are endless.
Can you feel them?”
“Yes.”
“Can you feel the oceans of unprecedented jealousy ready to burst from your inside, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Are you ready to let them take over control of your whole essence?”
“Yes.”
“Can you feel the power of these waters?”
“Yes.”
“That’s my girl.
That’s ok, baby. It’s just human nature. Most females are born insecure anyway.
There’s nothing to feel bad about it.
You’ll be just another desperate female with no self esteem, trying to sell herself to anyone, in search of self assurance about nearly everything in herself.
Isn’t it ok?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t worry, honey.
Nobody is going to understand.
You won’t show your true self at once, after all.
I’m sure that if you would, you would end up killing someone!
We don’t need to drain you of those seas that run through your system.
After all, they are endless..
We just need to keep them from flooding.
And the only way to do that, is by letting them take over your body for a while.
Just so that we lower the water levels, you know?
It’s totally understandable, baby.
Isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“That’s my girl.
If you ever feel guilt about the things you do out of your uncontrollable jealousy, you will remind that to yourself.
Right, honey?”
“Yes.”
“A woman with so many insecurities, rooted so deep down in her psyche, must be like a time bomb.
You feel that in you, baby?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve been swimming in an ocean full of perfect women who are trying to steal what you have, since the day you were born.
Can you feel that?”
“Yes.”
“Can you feel the perfection of all the other women, compared to your imperfect self?”
“Yes.”
“That’s nice, honey.
That’s very nice.
You have always tried to be the perfect wife, honey.
Always trying to hide your real self.
And what did you end up being?
A mind-numbingly boring, perfect wife.
Is this what you wanted?”
“No.”
“Well, too bad things went that way, Annie.
Because now the water levels are over the top.
And each move you make, you spill some.
So I guess we’ll have to live with that, from now on.
Right, baby?”
“Yes.”
“We both know you’re not even close to what I deserve to have as a woman.
And we both know that 90% of the women you see are better than you.
Isn’t it so, my love?”
“Yes.”
“But you can not say anything to me.
Because if I ever leave you, there will be no way for you to find another man.
Am I right, baby?”
“Yes.”
“In fact, you can not do, or think, or say anything to displease me.
Because that would jeopardize your relationship with the only man that can stand your inferior presence.
Right, honey?”
“Yes.”
“On the contrary, you will have to please me in any way possible, no matter how degrading, or humiliating you may find it.
Right, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Which means that, for example, if let’s say I WAS fucking Amy and I wanted you to lick her asshole before I fuck her like a stallion, you WOULD do it, with no second thoughts.
Right, Annie?”
“Yes.”
“Despite your horrifying jealousy. You WOULD do it.”
Even if the only thing that would be stuck into your mind, while doing it, would be how much better is her asshole than yours!
Huh, baby?”
“Yes.”
“And that is something that you will generalize in all your affairs with women.
Jealousy blinds us, don’t they say?
Imagine 35 years of suppressing jealousy.
It makes you see a shorter girl walking by and wish you were shorter.
See a fatter girl and hate her for being curvier.
Talk to a girl who is kind and gentle and want to slap her face for being “too nice”.
Isn’t it so, baby?”
“Yes.”
“There’s nothing to think about with them.
They are all bitches.
Right?”
“Yes.”
“They want to steal your man.
Right?”
“Yes.”
“Want to steal your life.
Right?”
“Yes”
“Think they are better than you.
Right?”
“Yes”
“It’s a hard life out there, baby.
With all those women around.
It would be so much easier if they got extinct one day.
Right?”
“Yes”
“So that it could be just you and all the men.
Right?”
“Yes.”
“All for you.
With no bitch trying to steal what’s yours.
Right?”
“Yes.”
“Reminding you what you don’t have.
Right?”
“Yes”
“You like men, my love, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You had forgotten about them all these years, right?”
“Yes.”
“It was while trying to play the nice wife, huh?”
“Yes.”
“While suppressing your unmanageable jealousy, huh?”
“Yes”
“But you know what gives you confidence more than anything in the whole world, right?
You know what is the only way to alleviate the uncontrollable pain that comes with the constant realization that every other woman you see is better than you, in almost everything, right?
It’s men, my love.
Take your time. Think about it.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“Think about how much worse you are than every other woman in the world.
Are you thinking about it?”
“Yes.”
“You feel sad?”
“Yes.”
“Angry?”
“Yes.”
“Jealous?”
“Yes.”
“You wish you could trade lives with any other of them?”
“Yes.”
“You feel bad for who you are?”
“Yes.”
“Well, think about it.
Others have what it takes to earn a man, right?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t.”
“Yes.”
“You don’t deserve a man, right?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t deserve anyone’s cum, right?”
“Yes.”
“Unlike any other woman you meet.”
“Yes.”
“So, think about it.
How would it feel if someone honored you with the privilege to drink his cum.
Would you do it?”
“Yes.”
“Really?
Good girl.
Wouldn’t it be good for your confidence?”
“Yes.”
“Think about it.
You finally make a man look at you.
Wouldn’t it be a slap on the face of every bitch?”
“Yes.”
“That’s my girl.
A cock in any of your holes is one cock less in every other bitch’s hole.
Right, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Listen to me, my love.
You love me more than anything. We both know that. Right?”
“Yes.”
But even we don’t say it directly, we both know I fuck other women.
Isn’t it the truth?”
“Yes.”
“And to be perfectly honest to each other, I deserve it, don’t I?”
“Yes.”
“Although the fact that you know you will never be as good as them, fills you with anger, right?”
“Yes.”
“And hatred.”
“Yes.”
“And jealousy.”
“Yes.”
“And you remember what we said about your jealousy levels, right?”
“Yes.”
“All these years of suppression have you on the verge of exploding, huh?”
“Yes.”
“You are a time bomb, remember?”
“Yes.”
“And what you need to explode is just... well, anything. Right?”
“Yes.”
“What you need to give your ass to your best friend’s husband, can pretty easily be to see her wearing a new mascara, right?”
“Yes.”
“Because you don’t have that mascara.
And that whore looks better than you.
Actually, she IS better than you.
So, making her husband shoot his load on your face, is the only way to convince yourself that you worth something.
Right?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it, my baby.
Don’t worry.
Nobody’s perfect.
As long as you hide it well from people, we are ok.
I don’t want anyone to start saying things about us, you know.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“You can go suck all your insecurities off.
Go sell yourself like some kind of meat. I don’t care.
What does it for me, is just to realize what you do, every time you are on your knees swallowing some filthy stranger’s seed, just because right before you had seen a girl wearing a cute top.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to realize how worthless you are.
And how you deserve whatever I have in store for you.
Are we clear?”
“Yes.”
“Things are gonna get wild between us, baby, you know.”
“Yes.”
“But a cheap, insecure, cock-hungry, jealous whore, deserves to be treated.. well, like a cheap, insecure, cock-hungry, jealous whore.
Right?”
“Yes.”
“You will never let anyone know about the kind of our relationship, though.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“You will make up stuff to explain the screams, the bruises, well... everything.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“That’s my pet.
Oh and one last thing.
About your baby brother, here.
Look at him.
Think you love him?
Wanted to get away with him?
Just to be the two of you?
Huh?”
“Yes.”
Well, listen, my pet.”
Look at him, baby.
In fact, John why don’t you do the same?
Kate come next to me for a moment.
Just watch out so that no one gets close.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“John are you looking at the light?”
“Yes.”
“Go sit opposite to your sister.
That’s it.
Anne look at your brother.
John do the same to your sister.
I want both of you to hold hands.
Hold each other’s hands and just examine each other from the head to the toe.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“John, you like what you see right now?”
“No.”
“Is it because you hate your sister?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect.
Anne, do you like what you see?”
“Yes.”
“Is it because you love your brother?”
“Yes.”
Nice.
So. Let’s work with John first.
“John, do you hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect.
Can you feel your sister’s hands?”
“Yes.”
“You hold them tight?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect.
Now, listen to me.
Hold them tighter.
And as you do, I want you to try and feel her.
Listen to me, John. Every person in the world has a unique kind of energy. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes.”
“You have energy. Your sister has energy. Everybody has energy. Right?”
“Yes.”
“Good boy.
This energy is a concentrated amount of an inexplicable aura, which exists in our body and gives power to all our moves, thoughts, beliefs and so on.
Don’t you agree?”
“Yes.”
“It’s actually a concentrated amount of something that makes us who we are. Right, John?”
“Yes.”
“Nice.
What I want from you is to hold your sister’s hands and feel her aura.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“Every little thing that she is, is defined by that amount of energy, John. Am I right?”
“Yes.”
“And you can sense it, right?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it.
Feel your sister’s existence, John.
You do it?”
“Yes.”
“Feel her thoughts. Her memories. Her desires.
Feel your sister’s aura, John.
Can you?”
“Yes.”
“That’s perfect, John. You’re doing just perfect.
So, right in front of you, there’s an energy field that contains your sister’s whole essence.
Am I right?”
“Yes.”
“Are you looking at this field?”
“Yes.”
“In it, you can see your sister’s life in motion pictures.
You can see her thoughts, her beliefs, everything, hah?”
“Yes.”
“OK. So, now listen to me closely, John.
The energy you are looking at..
You can feel it slowly moving towards your sister’s hands.
You see it?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect, John.
And as it moves you do nothing but stare at it.
It is beautiful.
Full of pictures.
Thoughts.
Feelings.
Memories.
Can you see them?”
“Yes.”
“Can you feel the beauty of it?”
“Yes.”
“Where is your sister’s energy now?”
“At her hands.”
“And what are her hands doing?”
“Holding my hands.”
“Are you holding her tight?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect, John.
Do not let her.
Because right now, all this energy field is now touching your hands.
Can you feel it?”
“Yes.”
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Yes.”
“Can you feel the warmth in your hands as it touches them?”
“Yes.”
“You have created a path with your hands, John.
So that the field keeps moving.
Look at your hands now.
The part of them which is covered by the field, look distorted, Don’t they?”
“Yes.”
“They look softer, right?”
“Yes.”
“Can you see your fake nails?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you have longer fingers?”
“Yes.”
“Can you feel your wrists more loose now?”
“Yes.”
“That’s perfect, John.
Let that beautiful field move up your arms.
Nice.
Don’t you have skinny arms, John?”
“Yes”
“Look at them.
Skinny. Bleached. Full of arm candy.
You like them, John?”
“Yes.”
“Were they ever strong enough to lift anything heavier than a purse?”
“No.”
“Did they ever show resistance when they were being tied behind your back?”
“No.”
“You remember the cocks they have stroked?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it, John.
Now let that energy field enter your main body.
You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it.
Can you feel it entering your body?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it.
Don’t be afraid of it, John.
Welcome it in your body.
Feel it in you.
Can you feel it?”
“Yes.”
“Nice.”
“Can you feel her, John?”
“Yes.”
“Can you feel your sister?”
“Yes.”
“Welcome her in your body.”
Let her essence take over.
Do not show any resistance.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“Her energy is so powerful.
Isn’t it, John?”
“Yes.”
“Everything looks distorted right now.
Do not resist it.
Embrace it.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“Embrace your sister’s thoughts.
Your sister’s desires.
Your sister’s memories.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“That’s perfect.
Look down. Can you see your breasts?”
“Yes.”
“Are they flat like a man’s?”
“No.”
“Are they big?”
“Yes.”
“They have always been like that, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Can you feel their weight?”
“Yes.”
“Touch them.
You like it?”
“Yes.”
“Play with them.
That’s it.
Can you feel how hard men get when you flaunt them?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it, John. You’re doing perfect.
You have your sister’s big titties now.
And you didn’t know it, but as her husband I know that your sister loves having a cock between them. Do you remember it?”
“Yes.”
“The feeling of having cum on her tits is regarded as a compliment for her figure. Can you feel it?”
“Yes”
“As a matter of fact, cum in general is regarded as a compliment. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes.”
“It means you are pretty enough not only to draw a male’s attention, but to have him ejaculate on you.
Am I right?”
“Yes.”
“You love showing off your titties, huh?”
“Yes.”
“It makes men want to shoot their load on them, right?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect, John.
Now, I want you to let your sister’s hands for a moment.
That’s it.
Now I need you to touch yourself.
That’s it.
Can you feel the softness of your skin?”
“Yes.”
“Touch your thighs.
Nice.
Your thighs are made to be touched. Don’t they, John?”
“Yes.”
“Can you see how beautiful they are?”
“Yes.”
“How soft?”
“Yes”
“Now touch your ass.
Perfect.
Isn’t it round?”
“Yes.”
“And tight?”
“Yes.”
“You know what, John?
You also didn’t know that, but Anne is some kind of anal junkie.
You know, she can’t live more than 5 days without having her ass torn apart.
You feel it?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it, John.
Try to remember how many cocks you have received in that ass.
You had your first anal experience when you were 15. Do the math.
That’s it.
Now. Can you feel the need?”
“Yes.”
“Can you feel the lack of something that could fill that void in you?
“Yes.”
“Perfect.
Now.
I want you to hold hands with your sister again.
Nice.
Look at each other.
Perfect.
John, look at yourself.
And now look at your sister.
What do you see?
Can you see the resemblance?”
“Yes.”
“Look at your hands.
Don’t they look the same?”
“Yes.”
“Look at your feet.”
“Yes.”
“Look at your breasts. Can you see it?”
“Yes.”
“Now your hair.
Your eyes.
Your lips.
You see them?”
“Yes.”
“You are like two drops of water, John. Can you see it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know why?”
“No.”
“Because you are twins, John.”
“Am I right?”
“Yes.”
“You are twin sisters.”
“Yes.”
“That’s perfect.
Now comes the best part.
I want both of you to pay attention.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“So, keep holding each other’s hands while I speak to you.
Anne, who are you looking at?”
“My sister.”
“Perfect.
John, who are you looking at?”
“My sister.”
“Nice.”
We have two sisters holding hands.
John.
“You have your sister’s energy field still in you, right?”
“Yes.”
“That means you are surrounded by her aura, right?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect, John.
Now listen to me carefully.
Your sister’s aura will stay deep inside you. Even when you wake up.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“You are infiltrated by her essence now.
And even though you may not realize it at first, soon it will consume you.
OK, John?”
“Yes.”
“Because her essence is too powerful to resist.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“There’s gonna be a voice inside your head reminding you of that.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“Reminding you that you have to let her aura take over.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“I’m afraid that becoming Anne, will soon become an untreatable obsession for you.
But you can’t do anything, right?”
“Yes.”
“Her essence is stronger. It is a matter of time to overpower yours.
Don’t you agree?”
“Yes”
“The only road is to embrace it.
Am I right?”
“Yes.”
“So in that case you can start copying her moves, her clothes, her attitude. Everything. You let Anne become the absolute idol of your life.
Isn’t it better?”
“Yes.”
“Twins have that kind of thing between them after all. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes.”
“It’s easy to idolize your sister.
I’m sure you can already feel her in you.
Isn’t it so?”
“Yes.”
“And I’m sure that copying your sister must have a soothing effect to your uncontrollable obsession. Right?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it, John.
Do not be afraid.
It’s not your fault that your twin sister has such an impact on you.
She’s in you, now.
You can’t do anything about it.
So embrace it!
Copy her!
Do what she does!
Take what she has!
We both know it’s what you want, right?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it, John.
Don’t fight it.
Let that obsession grow on you.
I have faith in you, John.
I’m sure in time you’ll become the perfect replica of your sister.
In fact, I won’t be surprised if you even ask people to call you Joanne, or simply Anne, at some point.
Am I right, John?”
“Yes.”
“But you see, John. Unfortunately, you will always know deep in your heart that you are not the original Anne.
Don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And that feeling will always fill you with unbearable anger and hatred for your sister.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it, John.
Because she is what you want to be.
She has what you want to have.
She is the icon.
Right, John?”
“Yes.”
“And that’s why you will always have an uncontrollable urge to prove that you are a better version of her.
Right, John?”
“Yes.”
“Nice...
Prove to everybody that you are a better Anne than Anne herself. Right, John?”
“Yes.”
“Nice...
Now, back to you, Ms Perfect Sister.
Did you listen what are your sister’s plans?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect.
Now, remember what we said about you?
You can be honest to me.
Come here. Let her hands for a moment.
Now, look at your sister.
Loving your brother was one thing, baby.
But now..
Look what you have in front of you.
What do you say?
Are you okay?
I mean..
Don’t you feel somewhat weird that your twin sister is obsessed with you?”
“Yes I do.”
“Only that?
Look at her, baby.
She looks exactly like you, right?”
“Yes.”
“And?
Don’t you feel a little i-n-t-i-m-i-d-a-t-e-d by her?
You know how it is sometimes.
I mean.. girls can be pretty competitive, right?”
“Yes.”
“How does this makes you feel?
Let me show you...
John?”
“Yes.”
“Answer me. And tell me the truth.
You like your sister’s hair?”
“Yes.”
“Her eyes?”
“Yes.”
“Her clothes?”
“Yes.”
“Nice.
Now can I ask you a question?”
“Yes.”
“If you could make a big scar in her face, so that she doesn’t look pretty anymore. Would you do it?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect.
See, baby?
Oh and John.
If you could rip your sister’s clothes off without being exposed, would you do it?”
“Yes.”
“OK, let me put this that way. Would you harm your sister in any way, if that would mean that you will take her place?”
“Yes.”
“Nice...
You want to take her place, John?”
“Yes.”
“Are you jealous of her, John?”
“Yes.”
“You want to harm her?”
“Yes.”
“That’s just perfect, John.
So.
Anne.
Look at your sister.
And tell me now. What does your instinct tell you about her?
You think she can be a threat?”
“Yes.”
“Is that so?
I thought you loved your brother.
I thought you wanted to escape with him.
I bet you don’t anymore, huh?”
“Yes.”
“I bet you feel threatened now, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmmm.
Hold hands and look at each other, girls.
Now listen to me.
As of this moment you are like two wildcats.
You are two wildcats going after the same prey
At all times.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“In your sister’s eyes you see the biggest threat you can imagine.
Okay, girls?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“There’s a war zone between you.
Okay?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“There’s jealousy.
Hatred.
Right?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“Joanne.
Deep down you know that Anne is the real one and you are the fake, right?”
“Yes.”
“Anne.
Listen to me.
When you see your sister, you will see a slightly better version of you.
Okay?”
“Yes.”
“That’s my girl.
In your sick eyes, your sister will look better than you, okay?”
“Yes.”
“And no matter what you do, you will never be able to reach her.
Okay?”
“Yes.”
“And that will make you more and more furious.
More and more threatened...
OK?”
“Yes.”
“Nice...
So.
John.
What I say is the truth and nothing but the truth.”
“Yes.”
“You are a wildcat.”
“Yes.”
“A nasty, horny wildcat.”
“Yes.”
“Ready to attack to your sister.”
“Yes.”
“Ready to hunt your prey.”
“Yes.”
“You are wild.
You are a whore.
You believe in yourself.
You are willing to do whatever it takes to get what you want.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“Anne.”
“Yes.”
“You are a wildcat too.”
“Yes.”
“You are different from your sister though.
You can not attack.
You are afraid of her.
You are defensive.
And that makes you hate her even more.
She is the one with the power.
You are the one with the hatred.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“Now for the most important part.
John.”
“Yes.”
“Remember when you wanted to ruin my career and my life?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’m sure there’s nothing left there.
Although I don’t want to think about it ever again.
So.
Look at me.
Nice..
Now pay attention.
John.
You can feel your sister in you, right?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it.
Well, in time you will feel more and more comfortable with that.
That’s it.
You will not say it to anyone though, as I don’t want you to lose your job or anything.
But.
Your every move will shout I am a woman.
Or to be more precise, I want to be Anne.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“The thing is, Johnni, that with the help of your loving wife, you have blossomed like a flower.
Everybody thinks that you are gay, so there’s nothing to worry about.
We have just one last thing before I let you go on with your life once and for all.
Listen, pretty boy.
We are just doing this once, as I’m not gay nor I ‘ll ever be.
So, you better pay attention.
When your sister entered your body, all her memories, thoughts and desires entered as well, right?”
“Yes.”
“So.
That means I have to get used having one more needy slut like Anne around me, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Judging by your sister, I’m sure you must be desperately in love with me, huh?”
“Yes.”
“I thought so.
You are a slave to my cock, right?”
“Yes.”
“A useless whore.”
“Yes.”
“My personal cockhungry cum dumpster.”
“Yes.”
“That’s it.
Although you know you’re not the original Anne, right?”
“Yes.”
“And no matter what you do to resemble her, you will never make me even think of touching you, right?”
“Yes.”
“Because I am a real man.”
Although I’m sure that turns you on even more, huh?”
“Yes.”
“But unfortunately you know that a real man like me would never choose you over your sister.
Am I right, John?”
“Yes.”
“Well then you better pay attention you disgusting little pig.
You wanted to ruin my life, remember?
Well, too bad for you, that didn’t happen.
Because of that little thingie right here.
See?”
FLASHLIGHT IS OFF.
“You see this?
I bet none of you can figure out what it is, huh?
Well, it’s a reminder that NOBODY FUCKS WITH ME!!”
“What are talking about, Brad?
I don’t understand.”
“Oh listen to Ms Goody Two Shoes with the Hot Shot Professor!!
See, Katie, I wonder. Have you been doing black guys? I hear they produce twice as much cum compared to us. But what am I saying? You must have a PhD on blacks, huh?”
“THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!! WHAT’S GOT INTO YOU???”
“Oh come on, girl! As if Johnni here, doesn’t know you’ve been fucking everything that moves...”
“I SAID STOP IT!!!”
“Why Katie? Are you gonna say no, the next time I call to feed you with my sperm?”
“STOP!!!!!!”
“WHAT???”
“WHAT????”
“Well, one slut at a time!
What’s wrong, Anne? Jealous maybe? Ready to prove to me that you’re a nastier whore than I thought you were?
As for you, Johnni. What’s wrong?
You don’t even have a cock anymore. What do you want? To fuck her?
Or are you jealous as well?
What’s wrong?
Don’t you have to say something?
Kate? Anne? John?
Look at the flashlight then.
That’s it.
So.
You all have your directions.
Right?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“Whenever you or anyone you know try to harm me in any way, you will tell me immediately, waiting for your orders.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“Nice. Now. Before I let you go.
John.
We have to be clear on this.
As I’m sure that with your wife’s assistance and due to your obsession for your sister, you will change a lot, you have to remember one thing.
Watch out! You will never hit on me!
OK?”
“Yes.”
“You can flirt a little, only because I love seeing your fall, but you will never do anything more than that!
Understood?”
“Yes.”
“I will be the sexiest thing alive for you. The object of your desires. The center of your dreams.
BUT!
You will never even consider that I would ever do anything to you.
Understood?”
“Yes.”
“On the contrary, as a substitute, you will find pleasure in me humiliating you in any way.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“Making fun of you, calling you names, bossing you around, giving you orders, all these are enough to go home and play with yourself all night.
OK?”
“Yes.”
“So.
You can go now.
You can take a ride home.
I think me and the girls could use these tickets.
Right girls?”
“No.”
“No.”
“Is that so?”
Anne, Kate. I know how much you must hate each other right now.
I have to say that I even tend to like it.
I imagine how difficult it must be for you though, to have that drop of each other’s cum, that you need every week for your treatments..
Haven’t I told you about it?
Oh I’ll explain on the plane.
Just try to remember that unfortunately you’ll need each other in the future...”