The living room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the flickering television. I was feeling restless, my body buzzing with a desire that I couldn't ignore. I called Denie over, my voice husky with need.
"Come here, Denie," I said, patting the seat next to me.
Denie hesitated, her eyes darting towards the hallway where her older sister, Timmy, was lounging. I didn't care. I wanted Denie, and I wasn't going to let anything get in my way.
As I began to force myself upon her, I noticed Timmy's eyes widen in shock. I grinned, grabbing Denie's chin and forcing her to look at me.
"Watch, Timmy," I commanded, my voice low and dangerous.
Timmy looked away, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. But I wasn't having it. I grabbed Denie's hair, pulling her head back so she was looking directly at her sister.
"I said watch," I growled, coming on Denie's face with a satisfied sigh.
Denie pushed me away, her eyes filled with tears. She stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her. I chuckled, turning my attention back to Timmy.
"It's your turn next," I said, my eyes raking over her body.
Timmy stiffened, her eyes flashing with anger. "I'm not interested," she said, her voice cold and detached.
I chuckled, standing up and walking over to her. I towered over her, my body looming.
"Oh, come on Timmy. Don't be a prude. I know you're curious," I said, grabbing her arm.
Timmy tried to pull away, but I was too strong. I dragged her to the bedroom, throwing her on the bed.
"Stop," Timmy pleaded, her voice shaking.
But I didn't listen. I began to undress her, ignoring her pleas. Timmy's body tensed as I climbed on top of her, her eyes filled with fear.
Denie walked in, her eyes widening as she saw what was happening. She watched as I took Timmy's virginity, her body being used for my lust and enjoyment.
I noticed Denie, my smirk growing. "Join in, Denie," I said, grabbing her arm.
Denie pulled away, her eyes flashing with disgust. "Stop," she pleaded.
But I didn't listen. I forced her onto the bed, her body being used just like Timmy's.
The night ended with both sisters lying on the bed, crying and violated. I smirked, satisfied with my conquest.
But as I left the room, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.
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