THE MAGIC MIRROR

By Trisha Monks

(MF FF cons inc oral anal rim Msolo)

Marko looked up at the grey clouds gathering overhead 
and felt on his face the first drop of rain. At his 
side, the sergeant clicked his tongue and cursed the 
weather.

"A storm is brewing," he said. "I pity you, Marko 
Manza, for you'll be soaked to your skin unless you 
find some shelter in the wild lands. The Captain has a 
hard heart if he expects you to go out on a night-
patrol under this hostile sky."

"It's my turn to scout the high ridge," Marko replied. 
"So I have to go out, whatever the conditions. But 
I'll be alright, I guess, if I can reach the old 
watchtower before the storm breaks."

"Go quickly, then," said the sergeant. "The rain is 
already upon us."

Marko saw the speckle of raindrops on his red tunic 
and smiled grimly. Then, with a wave to the sergeant, 
he strode off towards the north gate of the fortress.

"Be careful out there!" the sergeant called after him. 
"Enemy rangers have been seen on the hilltops, so keep 
a tight grip on your spear!"

Marko turned briefly to lift his spear in farewell, 
before breaking into a run and disappearing beneath 
the looming archway of the gate.

************

Evening fell quickly in the wilderness, a cloak of 
shadow veiling the upland paths that led to the high 
rocky slopes. A steady drizzle began to fall and a 
strong breeze flowed in from the west. Marko toiled 
wearily up the stony tracks, glancing anxiously at the 
darkening sky and wondering when the storm would come. 
Black night was all around him when he eventually 
reached the summit of the ridge. He halted for breath, 
peering back down towards the lowlands, but saw 
nothing beyond the dark grey rain-curtain.

It was then that the storm broke. A biting rain came 
lashing down, assailing Marko like a hail of arrows. 
He ran on, following a twisting path along the ridge, 
trying to dodge the boulders but tripping many times. 
His vision was blinded by the rainstorm and his 
uniform clung to his cold limbs, the wet cloth 
chilling his bones until his legs ached. Strands of 
black hair stuck to his brow and pricked his eyes.

On and on he ran, but the storm showed no sign of 
lessening. A tall dark shape loomed ahead, rising a 
hundred feet into the night sky: the old watchtower. 
In ancient days it had guarded the high path, but in 
recent times it had lain abandoned. The sight of it 
made Marko's spirit's rise. He thought of the leather 
sack inside his backpack, in which he had carefully 
stowed flint and dry tinder. With luck, the previous 
night's patrol would have left a store of firewood in 
the tower, in the secret cellar under the floor. 

He reached the entrance to the tower and passed 
swiftly inside, closing the door and shutting out the 
storm. Glancing around the chamber he saw only shadows 
along the bare stone walls and, opposite the door, the 
wooden stairway that climbed to the upper levels. Too 
relieved to be out of the storm he paid no attention 
to the candle flickering in a niche at the foot of the 
stair. Shaking the rain from his hair he unbuttoned 
his tunic, hanging it on a peg near the door. He 
kicked off his boots, took off his trousers and pulled 
a cloak from the leather sack in his pack, wrapping it 
around his naked body as he stamped his cold feet on 
the pine-planked floor.

It was then that he became aware of the candlelight 
and realised that he was not alone. The cloak fell 
from his shoulders as he reached for his spear. 
Creeping quietly across the floor, he went to the foot 
of the stairway and peered upward, seeing a dim yellow 
glow filtering down from above. There was no sound 
other than the pounding of his heartbeat.

At that moment the outer door opened and a young woman 
darted inside, shutting the door quickly behind her. 
She was about twenty years of age and wore a long 
hooded cloak of brown leather which she hastily took 
off to hang on the peg. Her skin was pale and her 
black hair was cut close to her head. When she found a 
dripping red tunic on the peg she spun around with a 
startled cry and saw Marko standing near the stairs. 
For a brief instant their eyes met across the room. 
Marko knew that she recognized his uniform, and he in 
turn noted her outfit of tight-fitting grey breeches 
and loose green shirt. Before he had chance to issue a 
challenge the woman reopened the door and dashed out 
into the stormy darkness

Marko ran to the door, his naked body shivering less 
with the night-chill than with his surprise and fear 
at finding the tower occupied by an enemy.

"A Ranger!" he hissed through chattering teeth.

"Halt!" said a female voice behind him.

Turning around, Marko gasped in astonishment, for the 
woman was now standing on the lower steps of the 
stairway, a drawn sword in one hand and a dagger in 
the other. She was tall, almost as tall as he, and her 
lithe form spoke of strength and agility. She glared 
at him, her pale face a grimacing mask of hatred, her 
eyes twinkling like cold blue crystals With her black 
hair cropped short she looked almost like a boy, but 
beneath her fierce expression Marko saw that she was 
very beautiful.

"A curse on your devilry!" he retorted. "How is it 
that you come behind me, after vanishing into the 
night only a moment ago? Are you a phantom, or a 
sorceress?"

The woman stepped off the stair and advanced slowly 
towards him. Marko had enough experience of soldiering 
to know that here was an opponent whom he could not 
defeat in a duel. She exuded the cool confidence of an 
expert swordmaiden who was accustomed to slaying her 
foes.

"Go upstairs!" she commanded, standing aside and 
pointing her sword at his panting belly.

Marko had no choice but to obey. He was neither 
cowardly nor inept, but there seemed little reason to 
throw his life away needlessly. Besides, he and his 
comrades had been warned by their sergeants to never 
tackle a ranger alone.

He climbed slowly and warily up the stairs, aware of 
the sword-point behind his thighs as the woman 
followed him. At the top of the stairway he passed 
through a door and entered a windowless chamber that 
had once provided living-quarters for the tower's 
garrison. A small fire blazed in the old stone hearth 
but the room was otherwise bare. Many candles burned 
in the corners, their yellow light chasing shadows 
around the walls. Two sheepskin blankets lay together 
in the middle of the planked floor, and beside them 
stood two leather bottles and a plate of cold beef. 
Near the fire a spear and two longbows lay wrapped in 
a brown leather cloak. Marko noticed that the cloak 
was dry, and he turned to the woman as she closed the 
door behind her.

"Surely you are a witch?" he said. "Outside the 
rainstorm rages, yet your cloak shows no hint of 
dampness. Was it a trick of my eyes when I saw you 
dash out of the tower?"

"Sit on the sheepskins!" said the woman, ignoring his 
questions. "Are you hungry? Help yourself to meat and 
wine."

Marko felt the sheepskin soft and warm on his skin as 
he sat down. Despite his nakedness he needed no 
blanket, for the fire warmed the room and there was no 
draught from the doorway. Taking a sip of wine and a 
mouthful of beef, he stared up at the woman as she 
stood over him, her sword hovering close to his neck.

"What are you going to do with me?" he inquired.

"That we have yet to decide," the woman answered.

"We?" asked Marko, giving her a puzzled frown.

The door opened quietly and another woman entered the 
room. Marko's jaw dropped and the beef almost fell 
from his mouth, for his captor and the newcomer were 
identical in face and form and raiment. He suddenly 
understood, laughing quietly when he realised that his 
eyes had not tricked him after all.

"This is no sorcery," he observed. "You're twins!"

The two women gazed down at him, while his glance 
flicked from face to face. "Incredible!" he added. 
"There is no difference between you, not even in the 
curl of an eyelash or the shape of a fingernail. Is 
there nothing to distinguish one twin from the other?"

"Our names distinguish us," the newcomer answered. "I 
am called Lorna Raven. And this is Finn Raven, my 
sister. But your name I know already, Marko Manza, for 
it is sewn on the inner pocket of your tunic."

Marko gave her a smile, and was surprised to see it 
returned. The other twin lowered her sword and 
breathed a long heavy sigh, before sitting on the 
sheepskin beside him and stretching out her legs.

"Forgive my hostility," she said, taking off her boots 
and wiggling her toes. "On such a night as this we 
should forget that we are enemies. We must remember 
instead that we are all comrades against the great 
storm."

Marko handed her one of the leather bottles and she 
drank deeply from it, before passing it to her sister. 
Lorna took the bottle and drained its contents as she 
sat down on the sheepskins and looked keenly at the 
naked man. Her eyes roamed over his skin until he felt 
that he was being inspected like a beast at market. 
Then, with a curling grin, she glanced at her sister.

"Your thought is the same as mine, Finn?" she asked.

Finn nodded, and Lorna's blue eyes narrowed as she 
stared intently at Marko. He smiled at her again, but 
this time she kept her mouth fixed in a grin, and for 
a moment he felt uncertain. Swallowing another morsel 
of beef he broke the uneasy silence with a question.

"Why are you here?" he asked. "Is this the first time 
you have camped in our tower?"

"This tower does not belong to you," Finn replied. "It 
lies on your frontier, but your people do not own it. 
My sister and I discovered it last week, but this is 
our first night here, and probably our last."

"Tomorrow we leave these hills," Lorna explained. 
"With our comrades we have spent a month scouting the 
upland trails, but now our business here is done. We 
have drawn a map for the generals, and soon this ridge 
will be swarming with our noble king's soldiers."

Finn nudged Marko's ribs and chuckled. "Make sure 
you're not around when that happens, or you'll die 
with the rest of the Redshirt rabble."

Marko shrugged. "If I die, I die. If the gods will my 
death, then so be it. I care not."

"Nonsense!" Finn scoffed. "This life is too good to be 
shrugged off like an old worn cloak. Do your days have 
no joy?"

"Sometimes," Marko replied. "But my days at the 
fortress are long and hard, with duties from dawn to 
dusk."

"And what about the nights?" Lorna inquired, reaching 
forward to prod his knee. "Is there no joy after 
nightfall, or do you not find the peasant girls 
pleasing?"

Marko grinned, gulping a mouthful of wine from the 
second bottle. "I go into the village on Saturday 
nights," he explained. "And yes, I do enjoy the 
company of girls."

"No doubt they are pleased to see you," said Finn. 
"For you are quite a handsome fellow, with a kindly 
face and a good physique."

Lorna laughed, prodding Marko's knee again. "What my 
sister really means is that you have a lean muscular 
body and a fine long cock, but she is far too coy to 
speak so plainly."

Finn kicked out, catching Lorna's knee with her foot. 
Lorna feigned a squeal of pain and slapped her twin's 
bare ankle.

"No fighting, please!" said Marko, smiling as he 
grabbed Lorna's wrist. "If you kill each other, I'll 
be left all alone to sup this wine by myself, and I 
would not want that."

Lorna twisted her wrist from his grip and scratched 
his thigh, her long fingernails leaving pink lines on 
the skin, but the scratch was given too playfully to 
hurt him.

"That felt good, comrade," he said, returning her 
smile. "Perhaps you will allow me to show you how it 
feels?"

"Are all Redshirt soldiers so ungallant?" Lorna asked. 
"Or are you just bolder than most?"

Marko chuckled, feeling the wine warming his veins and 
easing his mood. He met Lorna's gaze and held it, 
inwardly admiring her beauty and wondering if she and 
her sister were truly identical under their clothes. 
He wondered, too, what they might look like with long 
hair, though the short style certainly suited their 
features.

"Take your trousers off," said Finn, tapping her 
sister's booted foot. "Let our guest scratch your leg, 
if that is what he desires."

Marko raised his eyebrows and lifted the bottle to his 
mouth, keeping his gaze fixed on Lorna as she wriggled 
out of her tight grey breeches. It did not surprise 
him that she was naked beneath them. His eyes roamed 
to the top of her legs, lingering on a trimmed 
triangle of bristles as black as the hair on her head. 
He swallowed deeply and passed the bottle to Finn.

"Don't scratch me!" said Lorna, as he leaned forward 
with his right arm outstretched. "Touch me, if you 
like, but I do not want to be scratched."

Marko shrugged, redirecting his hand from her thigh to 
her crotch. He half expected her to slap his face when 
he touched the black triangle, but instead she sat 
back and stared at him. When his finger wandered down 
through the bristles to caress the top of her slit she 
gave a small gasp, her blue eyes widening and her 
nostrils flaring.

"I did not give you permission to touch me there!" she 
protested, but without any hint of anger in her voice.

"He likes you, sister," Finn observed, pointing to the 
cockstem stiffening in Marko's lap. "Are you not 
flattered by his boldness?"

Lorna chuckled. "Indeed I am! But his arrogance is 
truly astounding."

"I need no invitation to touch a pretty girl," said 
Marko, moving his finger slowly up and down her slit. 
"But I'll stop if you command it."

"Don't stop," Lorna whispered, sucking air through 
clenched teeth as his fingertip probed between her 
cunt-lips.

Marko whistled softly when he felt Finn's hand clasp 
his erect manhood near the base of the shaft, but his 
rhythmic stroking of Lorna's cunt never faltered. 
Beside him he Finn murmured under her breath. He 
smiled, for he heard the compliment that she bestowed 
on his cock. Lorna heard it too, and her eyes fell to 
the hard flesh-spike that now stood proudly in his 
lap.

"No doubt those peasant girls consider themselves 
lucky," she said. "Do they form a queue to taste your 
impressive meat?"

Marko laughed, shaking his head. "Life would be too 
easy if such things happened. But I never refuse 
assistance from a soft mouth."

Lorna pulled away from his hand and sat back, before 
rising to her knees and shuffling forward. Her fingers 
unbuttoned her green shirt and eased it off her 
shoulders. Marko's wide-eyed stare made her smile, and 
she knelt upright, straightening her spine so that her 
breasts swelled and lifted.

Marko cleared his throat with a small cough. His usual 
preference for long-haired women was forgotten as he 
feasted his eyes on Lorna's loveliness. The trimmed 
black hair on her head and at her crotch contrasted 
sharply with the smooth pallor of her skin, and her 
body bore the shapely perfection of a marble statue. 
The loose shirt had concealed the delicious curves of 
her breasts, which were the finest that Marko had seen 
in a long while. The pale orbs were crowned by small 
pink nipples that looked like strawberries nestling in 
snow. His mouth watered at the prospect of curling his 
tongue around such delicious fruit.

To his delight, Lorna crouched forward and splayed his 
legs with her hands, putting her head between his 
thighs. Briefly she looked up at him, flashing a 
mischievous grin as her sister's hand lifted his 
manhood into a vertical position.

Marko gasped when Lorna's tongue began licking his 
upright cock. She seemed to know precisely what he 
enjoyed most, for the tip of her tongue ran up and 
down the side of his erection from root to tip. Each 
lick started at his scrotum, then roamed over Finn's 
clutching fingers, before tantalising the hard shaft 
and the shiny purple cockhead. He threw back his head 
and laughed, barely believing that the deadly storm 
had guided him to such unexpected pleasures.

"Is there room enough for two?" asked Finn, and to 
Marko's amazement she crouched between his legs to 
join her sister in licking his cock. Each twin now 
used a thumb and forefinger to hold the shaft aloft, 
their tongues simultaneously running up and down its 
ten-inch length. When Marko looked down and saw two 
dark heads and two pale identical faces bobbing 
together in his lap he thought for a moment that he 
must be dreaming.

"This is too good to be true!" he said, voicing his 
thought aloud.

He took a sharp breath when he saw the two tongues 
meet as they curled around his cockhead. The twins 
gave a simultaneous giggle, and Marko smiled, 
expecting their tongues to part company. Instead, and 
to his complete astonishment, the tongues entwined, 
the sisters' mouths joining in a lingering kiss.

Marko hissed in disbelief, and again the girls 
giggled, before breaking from the kiss to resume their 
cock-licking duties. Strange questions sprang in 
Marko's puzzled brain and he watched the twins 
closely, wondering what curious deed they might 
perform next. Finn looked up and saw the bewilderment 
in his brown eyes. With a smile she withdrew her head 
from his lap and knelt up, the edges of her mouth 
glistening with saliva. Lorna followed suit almost 
immediately, and both women met Marko's frown with 
gentle laughter.

"Are you shocked, Redshirt?" asked Finn.

Marko shrugged. "Nothing shocks me, Ranger Girl. But 
whatever you and your sister do together is your own 
business, and no man should comment upon it."

"A gallant answer!" said Lorna. "But why should I not 
kiss my close kin?"

Marko gave a knowing smile. "I am not blind, lady. I 
saw clearly what you did."

Finn reached out to caress Lorna's face. "Let us not 
deceive him, my sister. He is an honourable man." 
then, turning to Marko, she added: "Would you like to 
see more?"

A hot flush coursed through his veins, tingling 
through the middle of his cockstem and making his 
throat feel dry. He felt like a man who unlocks a dark 
box to discover a secret treasure that his eyes are 
not meant to see. But he looked at the twins and 
marvelled at their beauty, his gaze flitting from one 
to the other, still trying to see a difference between 
them. Their mutual kiss had indeed shocked him, though 
he refused to admit it aloud, but the deed was so 
strange that the sight of it had aroused him 
intensely. He felt curious to know how far they would 
journey along such a forbidden path.

"Yes, lady," he replied, after a pause. "If you have 
more to reveal, then please show it."

Finn took off her green shirt and squirmed out of her 
tight grey trousers, stripping leisurely under the 
gaze of her sister and Marko, uncovering the nakedness 
of her pale body with slow and deliberate movements.

"Identical from head to toe!" said Marko. "Like 
reflections in a mirror."

He fell silent, watching in growing excitement as the 
twins knelt before him, facing each other, their pale 
naked bodies touching as they embraced. Lorna's hands 
clasped her sister's slender waist, while Finn's arms 
coiled around Lorna's neck, her fingers caressing the 
tiny soft hairs at the nape. Their mouths again met in 
a kiss, their lips clasping as hungrily as the lips of 
eager young newlyweds. Marko's hand gripped his stiff 
manhood and began rubbing the foreskin back and forth 
over the cockhead, deep gasps issuing from his throat 
as he gazed at the siblings.

Lorna's hands dropped onto her sister's hips and 
curled around to clasp Finn's firm round buttocks. 
Marko stared in disbelief, hearing Finn moan softly 
through the kiss as her ass-cheeks were lovingly 
squeezed. He saw the twins' nipples touching, the pink 
tips slowly disappearing as the pert white breasts 
pressed close together. He watched in awe as Lorna's 
left hand crept around the front of her sister's body 
to touch Finn's crotch, bringing forth a small cry of 
pleasure and a shiver of delight.

Lorna withdrew from the kiss to gaze at her sister's 
face, her blue eyes shining as she stared unblinking 
at Finn, whose long eyelashes fluttered on her pale 
skin like black moth-wings.

"I'm ready," Finn whispered.

Lorna sat back on her haunches, allowing her twin to 
stretch out her smooth legs and sit upright. Finn 
supported her body on her arms and inhaled deeply, 
turning her gaze upon Marko, who sat masturbating 
silently. Both women chuckled at his transfixed 
expression, and Lorna snapped her fingers under his 
nose.

"Wake up, Redshirt!" she called softly. "I have warmed 
my sister's sweet hole for your mighty spike."

Marko broke from the trance and crawled across the 
sheepskin, feeling the wool caressing his knees as he 
approached Finn. Baring her teeth in a grin, she lay 
back, stretching her legs and parting her thighs to 
accommodate him as he clambered on top of her. 
Propping his torso on his muscular arms he looked down 
at her face and almost ejaculated at the loveliness of 
her smile.

She purred like a white kitten when his hard aching 
cock slipped between her moist cunt-lips, her hands 
reaching around his hips to clasp his firm ass. Both 
she and Marko gasped in unison when he began to thrust 
slowly in and out of her slit, their senses savouring 
every inch of each other's flesh. Lorna appeared at 
her sister's side, snuggling close to Finn and 
caressing her breasts, her fingers tracing delicate 
circles around the stiffening teats. Seeing their 
beautiful, identical faces beneath him made Marko 
groan, his testicles throbbing as he struggled to 
restrain a huge orgasm. The effort brought sweat 
trickling down his face and he wondered how much 
longer he could rein in his climax.

When at last he mastered himself, he resumed his slow 
thrusting and drew a few breaths, his chest still 
heaving and panting when he whispered to the twins: 
"I'll wager it must be like peering into a looking-
glass."

Finn lay too absorbed in the fuck to answer him, but 
Lorna looked up and winked. "More than that, 
Redshirt," she replied. "For when I lie with my sister 
it is as if I stare into a magic mirror, a mirror that 
makes my own reflection writhe as I touch the glass. 
Can you imagine how amazing that feels?"

Marko shook his head, droplets of sweat falling from 
his hair to spatter Finn's breasts and the hands of 
her sister that caressed them.

"No, lady," he whispered. "I cannot imagine it. Nor do 
I dare think openly about it, for what you are doing 
is forbidden by every god in the heavens."

"The gods know nothing!" Lorna hissed, her eyes 
glittering. "They do not know what happens when twins 
make love. Nothing in this world feels more sacred. We 
become one mind, one body, one spirit. So let the gods 
curse us, for they do not own our souls."

She smiled up at Marko, and he bent his head to kiss 
her, his tongue curling into her soft warm mouth. Her 
kiss was far better than any he had ever tasted 
before. He transferred his mouth to Finn, feeling the 
same softness, the same warmth. It all proved too much 
for him, and he surrendered his body to orgasm, 
ejaculating with a hoarse yell and squirting the juice 
of his loins deep within Finn's flesh. Her own climax 
arrived simultaneously, but came so gently and so 
quietly that Marko barely noticed it.

His cock was still oozing white fluid when Finn let it 
slip from her body. Wriggling aside, she crawled away 
from beneath the arch of his torso, her place being 
instantly taken by Lorna. Marko sighed wearily, his 
eyes pleading for a pause while he regained his 
strength and composure. But Lorna sighed impatiently 
and whispered something to Finn, who nodded and gave a 
small giggle.

"What's so funny?" Marko asked Lorna.

"Nothing," she replied, grinning up at his puzzled 
face as she lay beneath him. "But I want your cock 
inside me now, not in half an hour. So Finn has kindly 
agreed to help."

Marko frowned, becoming aware that Finn had crawled 
behind him, though he could not see what she intended 
to do.

"Hellfire!" he hissed suddenly, feeling a wet tongue 
licking between his buttocks.

"My sister will soon make you hard again," Lorna 
explained. "Just relax, and let her coax you back to 
stiffness."

"Oh gods!" Marko rasped, clenching his teeth as Finn's 
tongue explored between his thighs, the tip flicking 
the sensitive skin at the back of his scrotum.

"Good! Good!" Lorna chuckled, her hand reaching down 
to clutch his glistening manhood. "I feel the life 
returning to your spike."

Finn's tongue slicked around his testicles, making 
them tingle and throb as his shaft stiffened. With a 
moan he relaxed the muscles of his lower body, 
allowing Finn's finger to worm inside his asshole. No 
woman had ever penetrated him so intimately, but the 
sensation felt so pleasurable that he made no protest. 
He wondered if a spell had indeed been cast upon him 
by these strange and exotic twins. But, if so, he did 
not wish for the magic to be broken.

"Thank you, Finn!" said Lorna. "Your skill has 
restored him."

Marko took a breath and grinned down at her. Then, 
with a sigh, he slowly entered her body, feeling her 
cunt tighten around his shaft, even as Finn's had 
done. Having climaxed once he hoped to be able to 
prolong the fuck for several minutes, for he desired 
to savour it before all his juice was expended. He 
perceived from the expression in Lorna's half-closed 
eyes that she, too, expected a leisurely shafting.

Marko had reckoned without Finn, who remained kneeling 
behind him, her finger having withdrawn from his 
asshole as soon as his cock entered her sister. He had 
given Lorna's cunt a dozen slow thrusts when he felt 
Finn's hands clasping his buttocks and forcing them 
apart. A shuddering groan issued from his throat as 
she licked along the cleft between them. His head 
tossed back, his dark hair brushing his muscular 
shoulders as Finn's tongue began licking gently around 
his asshole. Marko had performed the same task on 
several girlfriends in the past, and they had seemed 
to enjoy it, but never had the favour been returned. 
When the hot wet tip of her tongue penetrated him he 
experienced a sensation so exquisite that he yelled a 
curse to the candlelit ceiling. The sensation 
intensified when Finn's left hand cupped his dangling 
scrotum to stroke his aching testicles and the 
crinkled skin that held them. With the thumb and 
forefinger of her right hand she gently squeezed the 
base of his cock while the shaft slipped in and out of 
her sister's cunt. The pleasure was almost too much to 
bear, but Marko rose to the challenge, determined to 
make the experience last as long as possible.

He did everything he could to prolong it, even closing 
his eyes against the sight of Lorna's beautiful face 
and her perfect breasts squirming beneath him. He was 
obliged to interrupt his cock-thrusts more than once 
to repress a second climax. The sensation of Finn's 
tongue wriggling in his rear passage, the ache in his 
testicles as she caressed them, the pulsing pleasure 
at the base of his cock as her fingers squeezed it, 
and the delicious texture of Lorna's cunt as it 
enveloped his manhood, all combined to push him to the 
brink of orgasm. But still he managed to hold back. 

He wanted to control his climax long enough to allow 
Lorna to reach her own, but his arousal became so 
intense that the strain of suppressing an orgasm was 
making his testicles feel as heavy as balls of iron. 
Sweat dripped into his eyes and trickled down his 
chest. His heart pounded like a drum and his head 
began to feel dizzy. To his relief Lorna climaxed, her 
cunt-muscles pulsing in rhythm with her gasps and 
sighs, her spine arching upward and her limbs 
stiffening. The vision hurled Marko to the brink, 
plunging him into a powerful orgasm. With a shout of 
delight he released his pent-up juices, his cock 
unleashing copious jets of fluid that sprayed 
furiously into Lorna's cunt. Weariness rolled over him 
like a wave and his arms weakened, his body swaying as 
it toppled. Lorna gave a breathless gasp and wriggled 
aside, even as Marko sank onto his belly. Only then 
did Finn's tongue abandon his asshole, though his 
senses were too frayed to notice.

For a moment he lay there, face down on the floor, his 
limbs twitching and lifeless, his oozing cock flaccid 
and slimy beneath him, his rear passage still tingling 
in the aftermath of its thorough probing by Finn's 
tongue.

"This is a dream," he whispered, opening his eyes and 
taking a deep breath.

Lifting his weary head he looked around and saw the 
twins sitting cross-legged a few feet away, facing 
each other and whispering quietly. Their lips met in a 
gentle kiss, their hands lifting to stroke each 
other's short black hair. Lorna's fingers traced the 
delicate shape of her sister's ears before falling 
onto Finn's shoulders and breasts. Marko grinned, his 
mind still feeling a certain unease at the strange 
bond between the siblings but his eyes feasting with 
delight on the tenderness of the scene.

"It should seem so wrong," he said aloud. "But somehow 
it looks so right."

They turned their identical faces to smile at him, 
their loveliness making him swallow hard. Lorna rose 
to her feet and walked over to the place where their 
packs were stowed. She knelt down with her back to 
Marko and rummaged for a while, pulling forth two grey 
wool blankets and two small white pillows. From the 
rear she looked to Marko like a young boy-soldier, a 
crop-haired cadet preparing for sleep on his first 
night away from home. As she crouched over the pack he 
saw the candlelight glistening on the moisture that 
trickled down her inner thighs. Despite his weariness 
he felt a strong urge to fuck both twins again, and he 
wondered if he could summon enough energy for the 
task. With a yawn he sat up and stretched his arms.

"Time to sleep, I guess," he said.

Lorna laid the blankets and pillows on the sheepskins 
while Finn drained the last dregs of wine. Marko rose 
slowly, hearing his knee-joints crack, and walked 
slowly to the door. The twins stopped what they were 
doing to look at him.

"I'm just going downstairs to fetch my blanket," he 
explained. "Also, I desperately need the latrine."

"Be quick, then," Finn replied. "I'm bursting!"

Marko went down to the ground floor of the tower and 
pulled a blanket from his pack. The candle at the foot 
of the stairway was sputtering, its light already 
fading. Beyond the outer door he heard the rain 
lashing the wild lands, but it seemed that the worst 
of the storm was now over. After a quick visit to the 
latrine he returned to the upper room, passing Finn as 
she hurried down the stairs. In the room he found 
Lorna lying on the sheepskins, her body under a 
blanket. All save one of the candles had been snuffed 
out, but the gentle glow of the fire still gave a 
little light. Lorna indicated with her hand that he 
should place himself in the middle. As he lay down 
beside her she put her arm around his chest and 
snuggled up to him. 

Having emptied his bladder, Marko felt renewed vigour, 
and his cock began to stiffen beneath his blanket. 
Even in the darkness of the room Lorna saw it rise, 
the shaft making a small tent that attracted the 
attention of her fingers. Marko inhaled deeply when 
she began caressing his manhood through the thin wool. 
Lorna chuckled mischievously.

"Perhaps we won't fall asleep just yet," she 
whispered. "Can you manage it?"

Marko nodded, grinning as he turned to kiss her 
forehead. "Let's wait for your sister!" he replied.

THE END

The Magic Mirror. Copyright 2004 Trisha Monks.
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