Death by Fucking
© 2005 by Andrew Wiggin
Chapter
6 It
Takes Two - Donnie’s Story
Dee Dee
called me on Monday night. My sister had a new assignment in
We’re not just
sisters. We’re twins; identical twins. We’re identical in every
way. When we grew up no one could tell us apart. Momma used to
dress us in identical clothes, so everyone knew they couldn’t tell us
apart. When we got old enough to know better, we insisted on separate
wardrobes for each of us. That way people could tell us apart.
Well, that way people
could think they could tell us apart. We regularly wore each other’s
clothes and pretended to be the other sister. It always worked, because
we are truly identical. But now people thought they knew which one we
were because of our wardrobe. Mine leaned towards pants and
dresses. Dee Dee wore skirts with tops.
Except when Dee Dee wanted to be me or I wanted to
be her for a day. Then we would dress in each other’s clothes, go to each
other’s classes, date each other’s boyfriends.
No one caught on. Not ever.
Momma couldn’t tell us
apart. We never mentioned that we wore each other’s clothes, and she
never asked, though I think she may have suspected. No one else ever
suspected. Daddy was helpless, he called both of
us “D”. “Hey D. Come give your Daddy a
hug” he’d say. He never had a clue which one he was hugging.
I’m Donna, but my family
calls me Donnie. My family has this odd thing about it. It’s
hereditary, I suppose. It must be something in the genes. If it’s
not in the genes, then it’s something from The Twilight Zone. Because in our family, we only have girls. We only
have twin girls.
Momma is a twin.
Her twin was killed when she was only five years old, hit by a car while riding
a tricycle. She admits that all the time, everyday, she feels that
something is missing. She knows what it is. It’s her sister.
Momma’s momma was also a
twin. And her momma before her. It’s hard
sometimes to trace our family tree back very far, because sometimes people kind
of hid what was happening in our family. Besides which, we have no single
family name to trace. We have maternal bloodlines in a patriarchal
society.
Our family tradition is
that the girls stay together, even after marriage. We have to. We
wouldn’t be complete without our sisters. I can’t explain it any other
way.
Dee Dee
told me Monday that she was working with a very handsome young man. She
said he was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. I could tell that she
was infatuated with him.
Tuesday night Dee Dee told me she was starting to be obsessed with him.
He was so hot she could hardly stand it. She said that he kept exhibiting
the gallant reaction. That’s what we called it back in high school when
some boy got hard in class. Neither of us have much of a sex life
anymore. When we accepted our positions with the company we knew that our
social life was going to come to a halt.
Well, our social calendar
wasn’t that full to begin with. We are thirty-five years old and I think
we can now officially refer to ourselves as ‘spinsters’. We are realistic
about our prospects. The biological clock is winding down. Maybe
our particular branch of the twin family tree is about to end.
Dee Dee
asked if I would mind if she took him to bed. We do this. We talk
about our prospective sex partners. We have to. We share everything
and eventually if things get far enough along, we may have to share even
that.
What is the likelihood of
both of us finding husbands at our age? No, we’ve pretty much decided
that if one of us finds a man, he will have to take care of both of us. I
know that sounds odd, perhaps even perverted. We aren’t. I mean
perverted. Dee Dee and I love each other like
the closest sisters you ever knew, but that’s as far as that goes. Any
sharing we do of any real or imagined man we might eventually end up with will
be male-female only, if you know what I mean.
She wants to seduce this
young man. Well I’m okay with that. I’m even a bit jealous of her
good fortune. But my jealousy is ridiculous in light of the fact that her
good fortune will eventually lead to my own good fortune.
She called me Wednesday
night at
I picked up the phone and
before I could even say hello she said “Donnie, he was wonderful! I thought
he was going to kill me. Death by fucking: that’s all I could think about
as I lay there afterwards, almost in a coma.”
I was shocked. I
was excited. I don’t remember hearing Dee Dee
use that kind of language before. This guy must be great. I needed
to know the details.
“Donnie, we made love
twice. Nothing in three years, then twice in one evening! And
Donnie! Not only that, he also, uh, you know...”
I didn’t, uh, know.
I’m as sexually innocent as she is. “What did he do, Dee Dee? I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“He put his mouth, you
know, down there!”
“Oh my God! Did you like it? Was it
good? Or was it awful?”
“It was wonderful.
We looked into each other’s eyes the whole time he did it. And he did it
forever. It was like he was doing his favorite thing in the world.
The only reason he stopped is because I made him stop. Otherwise I think
I’d still be lying there with his tongue in me.”
I shuddered at the image.
“Oooh that’s gross!” I said. But I knew it
wasn’t gross. I was wet just imagining it.
She said, “Don’t knock it
until you’ve tried it. I’m thinking about becoming an addict.
Donnie, I think I’ve fallen in love with him. You’ve got to help me!”
“You want me to stop you
from falling in love with him?” I asked facetiously.
“You’ve got to come up
here. I need you now.” She sounded like she had it bad. “He
doesn’t know about us. I told him I have a sister, but that’s about
it. He doesn’t know about us, about how we live, how we need to live.”
I said “You know you
can’t be getting serious about him before you tell him the truth. But I
don’t know if I can come. You know this project I’m working on is
important. Call me tomorrow night. If you are still desperate, I’ll
see if I can take Friday afternoon off and fly to
“Donnie you have
to. You have to meet him. He’s amazing.”
Yes. I’ll believe
it when I see it. I’ve pretty much given up hope of any kind of romantic
future for myself.
“Oh, Donnie. Did I tell you? He’s
twenty-five years old!”
Oh my God! “Twenty-five? Are you out of your mind? What
does a twenty-something stud want with an old hag like you?”
“I know, I know! I
haven’t a clue what he sees in me. But he finds me irresistible. He
told me it’s a chemical reaction or something and we’re not capable of fighting
how we feel. I think he’s funny; he always has these odd little theories
to explain things in life. The ‘chemical reaction’ thing is how he
explained ‘us’. Maybe it wasn’t ‘chemical reaction’. Maybe it was
‘chemical attraction’. I don’t remember.
“But Donnie, what if he’s
right? Had you thought of that?”
“Thought of what, Dee Dee? Why does it matter if his little pet theory
about why you two are an item is right or not?”
She was excited.
She said “Well you and I have the same chemistry, don’t we? We’re clones
or something, aren’t we? Doesn’t it stand to reason if he is chemically
attracted to me he would be chemically attracted to you and vice versa?”
I felt a chill run down
my spine. I was already soaked ‘down there’ from her talk of oral
stimulation. Now I knew I was just going to have to take care of myself
as soon as we got off the phone.
I couldn’t wait to meet
him. But when I spoke to Dee Dee, I tried to
sound reluctant.
“I don’t know, Dee Dee. Maybe I can make it down on Friday, maybe not.”
She wasn’t buying my
act. “Don’t try to fool me baby sister. I know you’re almost as
excited about him as I am, and you haven’t even met him.”
I hate it when she calls
me baby sister. It’s always when she’s trying to prove that she’s right
and I’m wrong. I’m only her baby sister by forty-five minutes. That
doesn’t exactly give her seniority.
Thursday night she called
again. She was in tears. I could hear it in her voice.
“What is it, honey?” I
asked. Oh no, the ‘item’ must have fallen apart.
Instead she said “I’m
sorry, Donnie. I couldn’t help it. He tortured it out of me.”
I shouted, “Tortured
you? He tortured you? What is he, some kind of sicko?
What did he torture out of you?”
Now she was mad at
me. “Don’t you dare call Andrew sick! I
don’t ever want to hear you talk about him like that again!”
I told her to calm
down. “Didn’t you just tell me he tortured you? What was I supposed
to think?”
She said “You don’t
understand. He tortured me with his tongue.”
I didn’t
understand. “He tortured you with his tongue? What’s that about?”
She must have thought I
was being oblique. “He tortured me with his TONGUE!! You know. Down there.
He did it to me and wouldn’t stop until I talked.”
My first reaction was,
“Why in the world would you want him to stop?”
She said “You are a
complete ninny! He wouldn’t let me climax. He made me crazy with
lust and just kept pouring it on. He wouldn’t let me climax. I
couldn’t stand it. I would have done anything he wanted.”
My mouth was dry. I
wasn’t surprised. All the moisture in my body seems to have gone to
between my legs. I had to ask. “What did he want?”
“He wanted me to tell him
how I felt about him. I tried to hold out. I did. I held out
for at least several minutes. It seemed like forever. A lesser woman
would have caved in instantly. I’ll bet you would have talked
immediately.”
I wasn’t prepared to
discuss how long I could maintain my silence while being tortured by Andrew
Adkins’ tongue. I certainly intended to think about it more as soon as we
got off the phone.
“What did you say to
him?”
She was resigned to
admitting her failure. “I told him I love him. I’m sorry. I
couldn’t help myself. He tortured it out of me.”
“You could have told him
you didn’t love him. Had you thought of that?” I was a little
exasperated. She was putting the cart in front of the horse.
“No I couldn’t tell him I
don’t love him. I could never lie to him about something like that.
I love him down to my soul. I could never say anything to hurt him like
that. Donnie, you’ve got to come tomorrow. Please come. I
need you now.”
Wild horses couldn’t have
kept me away. Still I had to sound reluctant. I told her “I’ll ask
for the afternoon off tomorrow. It’s short order cooking, if you know
what I mean. They may have plans for me. If I can I’ll come, okay?”
“Okay. I’m at the Hyatt Regency, room 713. Just come to the front
desk and ask for your key. They’ll give it to you.”
I said “Honey, I’ve been your sister for thirty-five years. I know the
drill.”
Of course I fully
intended to fly to
I caught a commuter
flight to
“Thank God you’re
here. I was so worried that you couldn’t come. I can’t wait much
longer, Donnie. This is getting out of control.”
I tried to act calmly,
but her excitement was contagious. “How are we going to do this?
Are we seeing this boy tonight?”
She nodded her
head. “He’ll be here at 7. We’ve got to get ready! I thought we’d
break the news to him here in the hotel. At least I thought we would
break the news that you and I are twins. That will be an ice breaker,
then we can have dinner and you two can get to know each other. If things
feel right, we can tell him more as we go along. We’ll have to play it by
ear.”
I was skeptical. “This
is going to be a long, embarrassing night for all of us. How do you think
this Andrew is going to feel about all of this?”
“Donnie, I just don’t
know. He’s SO passionate. He has more passion in his little finger
than any other man I’ve ever met had in his whole body. He finds me
irresistible, you know. If you’re very lucky, maybe he’ll find you
irresistible too. If he does, we’ll either make him the happiest man in
the world, or drive him totally crazy.”
Those were two extreme
options. My personal feeling was that he will take one look at the two of
us and run like hell.
We were running late and
I was a mess from having worked and then traveled half the day. I took
first turn in the bathroom. I showered and then slipped on a robe to put on
my makeup.
When I came out of the
bathroom, Dee Dee went right in behind me to take her
shower. No sooner had she turned on the shower than I heard a knock on
the door. It was
It was him! My God. He was gorgeous! Dee Dee
didn’t tell me he was this gorgeous. His eyes! I looked into his
eyes and I realized they were seeing my soul. I gasped at the feelings
that were boiling within me. I didn’t have a chance to say hello. I
didn’t have a chance to introduce myself.
He stepped into the room
and I don’t know what happened. I was in his arms. He was kissing
me! His lips were magic. I was on fire. I tried to stop
him. Suddenly I was standing in the arms of this total stranger and I had
no clothes on. Somehow my robe had disappeared. I was picked up
like a kitten by these strong long arms and carried to the bed. I lay on
the bed, trying to tell him to stop, but the words kept ending just before they
reached my lips. I know I was shaking my head. I know I was trying
to stop him.
He was undressing.
My God! His body is perfect: slender strong muscles; flat stomach; large chest;
just enough hair on that beautiful chest to have fun with. My eyes went
to where I had been trying to avoid. I looked at his penis. Could
he fit that huge angry thing into little me? I kept trying to tell
him. I wanted him to stop, kind of. He didn’t want to stop.
And then he was
there. I was back in his arms. I felt this monstrous intrusion at
my pussy lips. I thought I was going to swoon. He pushed in.
He was so big! He started to take me, hard. I couldn’t help
it. I wanted him so badly. I didn’t know him and I loved him.
It doesn’t make sense, but we are identical. How could Dee Dee love him without me loving him?
I had been dreaming of
this moment since Wednesday night. By the time that huge member had
settled totally within me, I had my first climax. It was like he didn’t
even notice. He powered through that first climax of mine and I was
already approaching a second. I’ve never felt anything like it. I
was screaming. I hadn’t screamed since I was 12. We saw “Alien” in
a movie theatre and we both scared half the patrons with this blood-curdling
scream we let out when the monster jumped on one of his victims.
But it wasn’t that kind
of scream. It was a scream of total passion released. Each time I
released my passion with a scream, Andrew forced me to confront more
passion. Nothing seemed to stop his relentless quest to bring me
pleasure.
He was taking me like he
owned me. He was taking me like he had to own me. I was giving
myself to him freely. I wanted him to own me.
Finally, after an
eternity of ecstasy, I felt him swell within me and suddenly I was being filled
with his seed. It was too much! I climaxed again, with such force
that I thought I would die of the passion.
As I lay there trying to
return to earth, I remembered what Dee Dee had told
me on Wednesday night. The words just came to my lips. “She said death
by fucking.”
Andrew held me in our
post-coital bliss, but my conscience wouldn’t let me rest. I realized
what an awful harlot I had been. I had never spoken a word to this man
and already had given myself to him, and under false pretenses. He didn’t
know it wasn’t Dee Dee. I’m the only one who
knew that what we had done was wrong.
I began to cry. I
couldn’t help it. I was so embarrassed; so ashamed. I had tricked
him! How could he love me when I wasn’t even honest with him? How
could Dee Dee love a sister who could have sex with
her boyfriend without a second thought? I’m just awful.
Andrew was so
wonderful. He held me, comforted me. He told me he loved me.
I tried to explain that he didn’t even know me. But it didn’t matter to
him. He told me he had loved me forever. That we knew each other
since time began. He’s a poet of love. I melted in his arms.
He was hard again!
The man’s passion knows no bounds! He was sliding in me and I couldn’t
help it. I was suddenly so horny! I started to climax again on his
first stroke.
Then I heard her.
“At least you could have waited until you were introduced.” Dee Dee was standing in the bathroom door watching us.
My eyes closed in shame
and humiliation. I thought I was going to die.