Great start..i was waiting for your new story , and this look amazing.
Hello! Long time no see! This is a story that I have been uploading for a while on my Pixiv. I enjoy the dopamine hits of watching the like and follower counter going up so I prefer uploading over there these days lol. I will uploading it part by part as it is insanely annoying having to make certain edits for it to be readable on Hboard lol. Please enjoy though!
Feuding Families: Prologue.
In the pristine dining room of a large and luxurious house, a strange scene was unfolding.
At first glance, it would seem as though a family of three women had sat together to eat dinner, albeit, with an unusual arrangement.
Rather than sitting comfortably around a small table, the trio had sat at a long counter-like table in a row of three, a table that looked to be pressed up to a mirror-covered wall. Indeed, that would be the obvious and reasonable assumption, as opposite each woman was a reflection.
Yet, upon closer inspection, one could see that the women and their reflections, whilst identical, weren’t moving in perfect synchrony, with knives and forking scrapping lightly across plates at different timings.
It would only be at this observation, that one would realize that there were not three women at this table, but instead six!
Three sets of identical women, each duo similar enough to be mistaken for twins!
But this would indeed be a mistake, as within this room there were two families.
The Edwards Family, and the Allen Family, and whilst the silence between the two groups seemed comfy and harmonious, it wouldn’t take long to pick up on the strange undercurrent flowing through the dining room.
Sat sandwiched between their mothers and younger sisters, were Bailey Edwards and Bella Allen, two young twenty-two-year-old women. With narrow cheeks bones and full lips, each possessed an aggressive and domineering type of beauty, both carrying a presence that would suck the oxygen out of any room they entered. Their blonde hair pulled back into ponytails gave the pair proud and confident demeanors, and the sharp glints in their green eyes only served to demonstrate this further. Their long blue dresses highlighted the noble charm inherited from their mothers, as well as how similar the pair were, as both wore the exact same dress…
The pair had been neighbors since birth and had been practically joined at the hips through their childhood years. They had excelled in both academics and sports at their expensive, private academy, and were the undisputed Queens of the entire school. Many had thought it a miracle that their friendship had endured despite being women of such beauty and pride.
What those people didn’t know was that this miracle had ended four years ago, on the night of their school prom.
Their mothers and younger sisters didn’t know either, still believing that Bailey and Bella were still best of friends, when in truth, the duo couldn’t stand the sight of each other. Yet, their families would be heartbroken, and their relationships between their mothers and sisters strained if the truth came out though, so despite wishing they could leap across the table and claw each other’s eyes out, the pair had to settle for less. A subtle and silent foot war under the table, their soft feet pushing against each other in a desperate attempt to vent their mutual hatred.
Moving a seat down the table, the eighteen-year-olds, Lily Edwards and Lola Allen sat opposite one another. They were completely asymmetrical to their sisters' noble beauty and proud characters. Lily and Lola were smaller in stature, not as tall as their mothers or sisters, though just as curvy, with each possessing ample breasts, tight waists, and large hips. Their features were less intimidating, possessing a softness that their mothers had only developed after childbirth, and with their brown hair styled in twintails, the duo looked cute and sexy, brimming with youthful charm. Each wore a miniskirt and thigh-high socks, both playing to their strengths and claiming a different sort of beauty to their proud sisters. Yet whilst they had differentiated themselves from their sisters, they were identical to one another, wearing the same outfit right down to ribbons tying their hair…
Much like their sisters, the duo had been neighbors since birth and had been raised like sisters. Unlike their sisters, however, the two didn’t enjoy academics, sports, or socializing at school, instead preferring to immerse themselves in the world of anime and gaming. Often playing together, the pair grew up discussing the various characters in their games and tv shows. Their families assumed the pair would be friends for life.
Little did they know, their friendship ended four years ago following the results of a fighting game tournament they had both entered.
Their mothers and older sisters still thought that they were best friends, oblivious to the fact that Lily and Lola now couldn’t stand the sight of one another. Their families would be heartbroken, and their relationships between their mothers and sisters strained if the truth came out though, so despite wishing they could leap across the table and start slapping the shit out of each other, the two had to settle for a subtle and silent foot war under the table, their stocking covered feet grinding furiously against each other in a desperate attempt to vent their mutual hatred.
Hot breaths and fainted groans, barely suppressed, echoed out as the mothers of the respective households finished their meals. Heavy breasts swayed as Abby Edwards and Aria Allen suddenly stood to look down at their daughters.
“What on earth is going on with you girls tonight?” Abby questioned, the buxom and sensual mother of two having finally realized that the atmosphere wasn’t quite right.
“Are you fighting?” Aria chimed in, echoing Abby’s concern.
Their delicate faces seemed worried and hurt at the thought of their beloved daughters being at odds. The four daughters shot frantically to their feet, hands flailing as they desperately reassured their mothers that they weren’t fighting at all.
Sharing a sigh of relived, Abby glanced at Aria, to which Aria nodded in response.
“That’s good then, we’re relieved,” Abby exclaimed, her voice devoid of the tension that had filled it just moments ago. “I’m not blind though, so kiss and make-up like you used to do, then you girls can go off and play.”
The four daughters suddenly froze, before glancing at one another in shocked disbelief.
Indeed, they used to kiss and make up when they had fought- small conciliatory pecks on the lips, but that was when they were little! And like hell they wanted to ‘kiss and make-up’ now!
“What? I thought you were all friends?” Aria spoke, her hand on her breast as upset-filled her voice.
The tense silence soon became unbearable for the four, and Bailey and Bella soon leaned over the table, their perky breasts getting dangerously close. The pair cooperated to exchange a light kiss, their lips just barely brushing together.
Pulling apart, the eldest daughters had forced smiles on their faces, their green eyes narrowed into crescents.
This act of appeasing their mothers forced Lily and Lola into following suit, however, as now the pair had no choice but to kiss to keep the harmony.
The duo leaned in, each balancing on one foot like flamingos as a dainty foot, wrapped in black thigh-high socks, kicked up behind each of them. Perhaps watching their sister’s kiss in reconciliation had stoked the fires of resistance within them, however, as, unlike Bailey and Bella, neither girl was willing to tilt her head to the side to facilitate the union of lips.
The result was that their button-like noses squashed together in an embarrassing ‘kiss’ before their lips had even met, causing their eyes to practically bulge out in humiliation.
Resisting the urge to bite one another, the pair pulled apart after a light kiss, each wiping her mouth and glaring angrily at their mirror image.
“Well done, girls,” Aria said, gently clapping her hands together. “How about you go and play together like you used to? You haven’t been spending much time together lately!”
Before each could spit excuses, the other mother, Abby, began to speak,
“That’s a good idea! Bailey, Bella, you two used to play dress-up together, do you remember? The pair of you wearing your matching outfits was always so cute, I never could decide who was prettier!”
Bella and Bailey froze for the second time that evening, their long ponytails swaying slightly as they forgot to breathe, their old grudges and traumas being dragged back into their minds by Abby’s words.
“Lola, Lily, you two were always playing those fighting games together, weren’t you?” Aria questioned, turning her attention to the younger pair of girls. “You used to have so much fun! You haven’t really played together since that little tournament though, right? How about you decide who is better once and for all!”
Her tone was light and full of energy, as though eager for the pair to play together like they used to, not noticing that the pair reacted as though struck by lightning. Their shared, four-year-old humiliation being brought up so casually caused their brown eyes to lock together in an embarrassed glare.
““Yeah, I think we’ll go and relive the good old days,”” Bailey and Bella said together, stepping away from the table, suddenly more energetic than they had been all evening. It would be hard to miss the obvious competitive undertone in their words, and how the pair seemed to be even less friendly than before, but neither mother commented on it.
““Us too!”” Lily and Lola said, as cheeky grins spread across their faces. ““Let’s go and play some games.”” Linking arms, the pair began to speed-walk towards the stairs, following after their older sisters. Again, unless the mothers were blind, they would not have missed their youngest daughters slamming their hips together viciously as they charged away, yet, once again, neither said anything.
In an instant, Abby and Aria were left alone, and the second they were, the two mothers looked at one another, their bodies relaxing as the atmosphere around them underwent a sudden shift.
Stepping around the table, the pair walked until they were face-to-face and their heavy busts clapped together. Neither seemed bothered by the lack of distance between them, however, as both moved closer still, until their foreheads knocked together and each was gazing into the other’s eyes.
““It’s finally going to be settled…”” They purred in synchrony.
Their lips arched into bemused smirks.
Their daughters thought they could hide their mutual hatred from them, their mothers. Yet they never once realized that this animosity was no secret at all, and that it was instead inherited from them…
“You know, I was always worried they would actually be best friends,” Aria whispered into Abby’s plump lips.
“How could that be possible,” Abby hummed back, her hot breath tickling Aria’s mouth. “Your daughters, getting along with my daughters? It was destined to fall apart from the start.”
“You’re right,” Aria purred back, the soft scent of shampoo in her long blonde hair distinguishable from the scent of Abby’s hair. “Now they can settle it once and for all. For them... and for us. I could never beat you, and you could never beat me… but my daughters will beat yours. And that will be all the proof I need.”
Their bodies thrummed with heat as the two curvaceous pressed themselves together, their legs wrapped around one another like snakes as their soft stomachs ground together.
“All we’ve been able to do fuck each other senseless for years on end...stuck in an endless series of draws… but tonight, my daughters will be the proof that I’m the superior woman,” Abby whispered, her lips getting dangerously close to Aria's without either woman even noticing.
““Hmph!!””
They could feel the burning desire to fuck rapidly building within them, but they resisted it, forcing their bodies apart. Neither the thick strands of breast milk connecting their tits nor the faint trails of sticky excitement that bridged the gap between their crotches were surprises to them. They had long been used to how their sensual forms reacted to each other, and they had long since stopped feeling embarrassed by it. After all, they had drunk more breast milk than they had water and swallowed more cum than they had food across their 20+ years of fuck-fighting.
“The Allens will be nothing but fucktoys for us when the night is over!”
“The Edwards will be nothing but fucktoys for us when the night is over!”
The pair bragged in synchrony, their eyes locked together in a mesmerizing, seductive staredown. The mutual threats prompted each woman to grab hold of the other’s powerful waist, and they slammed their crotches together in furious unison.
The result was the same as it had always been.
Abby helpless under Aria’s touch, and Aria helpless under Abby’s touch.
All they had ever been, all they had ever managed to be, was reflections of one another other. And so, together they exploded in ecstasy, their legs drenched as fused cum spilled out of their cunts before dripping down onto the floor below.
Great start..i was waiting for your new story , and this look amazing.
Great start...looking forward to how this turns out
As usual, perfect story........
perfect plot....
everything is perfect
This is an awesome start, specially the rivalry between moms
Re: New Story: Feuding Families
Chapter 1: Eldest Daughters
The home of the Edwards family was uniquely constructed. It was its own self-contained house, with bedrooms, bathrooms, lounges, and a kitchen, yet it also functioned as half of a greater whole.
And the other half... was the home of the Allen Family.
The homes were like a set of conjoined twins, separate, yet fused in certain places. Some obvious...and others less so.
The large dining room that had been filled with unspoken tension just moments ago was one example of an obvious place, whilst the bedrooms of Bailey and Bella were a more subtle demonstration of the union between the two houses.
Having separated from her rival, Bailey Edwards stood alone at the entrance to her walk-in wardrobe. The closet was packed with hundreds of clothes she had collected over the years, yet forget wearing them, she hadn’t even opened this wardrobe in years.
Not since that day.
Green eyes flashed with steely resolve as her large chest rose with a deep breath, then suddenly her blonde ponytail swayed as she threw open the wardrobe door, immediately laying eyes on the reflection at the far end of the long walkway.
With a long ponytail and even longer legs, protruding breasts, and a powerful-looking ass, Bailey’s beauty was intimidating, and she had always been proud of that fact. Yet she knew full well that she wasn’t alone in her dominating beauty, and that beyond the illusionary image reflected at her by the mirror’s light…there was her true reflection.
This was the case in the most literal sense, as the mirror acted as a sliding door, connecting Bailey’s walk-in wardrobe to Bella’s. It was this sliding mirror that caused their friendship to shatter four years ago, but now, all it was doing was preventing them from finishing their feud for good!
High heels clicked against the wooden flooring as she strutted towards the mirror. Her long legs striding with a subconscious seduction, Bailey couldn’t help but admire herself. She had a body like an hourglass, and anyone who laid their eyes on her would lose track of time. Her tight waist and Amazonian hips were mesmerizing, whilst her firm ass and perky tits threatened to suck the soul out of any onlooker.
She was by no means a boundlessly arrogant narcissist, instead considering herself as clear-headed and confident. She was aware of her virtues and had never felt the need to be self-deprecating or lower her head to others. Perhaps it was this self-belief that kept the hordes of admirers at bay, with none able to muster the courage to ask her out.
The blue dress hugged her figure so well, Bailey couldn’t help but cock a hip as she walked further into the wardrobe, her eyes flashing with proud satisfaction at her reflection.
A quick 180 turn and she was checking out her shapely ass. The outline of her buttocks in the azure fabric left little to the imagination, yet held enough back to avoid seeming slutty, instead possessing a dignified seduction.
Twisting back so that she was facing the mirror once again, she leaned forward, her fingers reaching out towards the mirror’s cold surface, intending to slide the reflective door sideways and begin the final confrontation.
Yet she didn’t feel the mirror’s hard, cold surface, but instead the touch of soft flesh, as outstretched fingers…touched outstretched fingers!
Bailey froze, and her ‘reflection’, Bella, froze too.
The incident of four years prior had just repeated itself.
***
Four years ago, Bailey and Bella were set to attend their school prom, an event that was anticipated by their entire cohort at the prestigious private school they attended. Being a school with a uniform and strict dress code, there were rarely chances to dress up to their hearts’ content and wear a full face of make-up, hence why the pair were so excited. After all, what 18-year-old would want to show off in from of their peers?
It was in this excitement that the seeds of ruin were planted in their lifelong friendship.
Bailey and Bella had spent their entire lives being constantly compared by those around them, yet it had never bothered them. Whether it was girls commenting on how their hair was the same length, the boys drooling over their 'identical tits', or their teachers frequently confusing them for one another, neither girl ever felt particularly offended. Their similarity- their identicality, was a fact of life for the pair, after all, they had practically been raised as twin sisters and had always been best of friends.
Yet neither could resist the burning desire to finish their school life as the most dazzling prom queen, or, at the very least… The undisputed top beauty of the school prom. Therefore both Bella and Bailey, for the first time in their lives, began to keep secrets from each other…
Both girls had inherited their mothers’ spark of genius, though whilst their mothers were both famous architects, they had taken an interest in fashion, and fashion design. And both saw the prom as the perfect chance to stand out and show their unique spark for the first time in their lives.
So, on their ride home from school, the pair would talk excitedly about what they were going to wear, how they were going to style their hair, and how they were going to do their make-up.
With no secrets and no hints of rivalry, the duo looked like a pair of perfect sisters.
Yet their hearts would pound with a strange thrill and excitement, and both would struggle not to smirk since all these plans were nothing but empty lies meant to hide their true ambitions. They would wave goodbye as they parted ways at home, making plans for later that evening, then quickly hide away behind closed doors. With the passageway between rooms shut tight, both would work tirelessly to create a new, secret dress. One unique to them, so that they could shock their classmates... and their best friend.
Perfect curves covered by black lace and soft frills, after many hours on the sewing machines, the dresses were complete.
Pride and excitement swelled within them… along with a faint sense of superiority whenever they spoke.
They had always walked in lockstep, yet now, each felt she was pulling ahead.
The feeling was intoxicating.
And when prom night... the final night of their friendship arrived, they walked into the wardrobe spinning and twirling, practically overflowing with bubbling nervous energy. Yet one spin too many and they tripped, falling towards what they thought was the mirror…
Only for two yelps of surprise to echo out.
The mirror wasn't there. For who knows how long, the passageway had been open, the mirror door wide open, yet neither had ever noticed, because each time open entered to look at herself... the other was standing opposing. A perfect reflection.
Two identical girls. Two identical dresses. Two accusations of theft.
Two ice-cold Prom Queens who shared a crown, yet never spoke another word to each other that night.
The mirror-like friendship had shattered into a million pieces, never to be repaired.
From that point on neither girl could stand the sight of the other. Their similarity- their identicality, that once bred fondness and intimacy now caused nothing but disgust.
***
Large chests heaving in shock, the green eyes of Bella and Bailey were locked together in disbelief, both forced to acknowledge that even four years of mutual hatred couldn’t stop them from making the same old mistakes.
“Bailey…”
“Bella…”
The pair of women whispered simultaneously, their voices dangerously low.
Moving in tandem, the tall, proud beauties stepped forwards, causing their proud bodies to gently press into one another. High heels ground into the wooden floor as the tips of the jet-black footwear collided, left foot meeting right, and right foot meeting left. Knees touched against the opposing pair, as soft thighs covered in the azure blue dress pressed together. Lower navels rubbed as bellybuttons aligned before perky and proud tits were squashed together as the pair continued to lean inwards.
So identical were Bella and Bailey that each looked as though she were simply squashed against a mirror, as opposed to another woman. The outlines of wide hips, narrow waists, and bulging chests overlapped perfectly, meaning if someone were to look at either girl from behind, her rival wouldn’t even be visible!
Long ponytails swayed as the confident women looked down their noses at one another, both trying to ignore the matching perfumes mingling and mixing between them.
“I hope you know, the only reason I’ve put up with you for this long is that our families get along,” Bailey spat hatefully, green eyes filled with venom.
“Same here,” Bella hissed back, “The only reason I didn’t claw off that copycat face of yours is that I didn’t want to break my mom’s heart…”
“You’re the copycat!” Bailey growled, “ever since we were kids, you’d follow me around copying me constantly, wanting to be me!”
“You’re the one who wants to be me!” Bella retorted instantly.
Back then, neither had considered the other a copycat, and they had loved to be together. Yet, now, after their friendship fell apart, neither possessed a single good feeling towards the other, their memories tainted by bias and rage.
Hands moved with lightning speed, each woman grabbing onto the wide hips of her living reflection.
Sharp nails dug into tender flesh, causing twin hisses of pain to escape their perfectly shaped lips as fiery fury filled their mutual glare. Gripping down hard, the duo used their holds to force themselves into an even tighter squeeze, the little air that still existed between the pair being immediately crushed out of existence.
Large orbs flattened against each other, being squashed and spread out as the air was mercilessly forced from their lungs.
““Urghhh…!”” They groaned in synchrony, neither managing to conceal the strain. Foreheads pressed together as their hands arched around the other’s back, each girl linking her fingers to strengthen the squeeze.
““You copied…me…!”” They muttered through gritted teeth, as their hot, pained words collided helplessly between snarling lips.
““I…would…never…copy…you…”” The pair protested in one voice, as their identical bodies started trembling against each other.
““Not. In. A. Thousand. Years…!””
Yet, as the baleful and defiant proclamations echoed around the corridor of a wardrobe, four other sounds rang out, all overlapping into a single – CRACK! The sound was four high heels all snapping in synchrony, broken under the furious force of the feuding women.
The pair fell in opposite directions, the stalemate was ended before either saw the desired result, much to their chagrin.
Kicking off their now ‘heelless’ heels to the side of the wardrobe, the pair launched themselves to their feet.
““We are settling this! Right here, right now!”” They screeched at one another with hands on hips. Their sensual forms overflowing with unconscious charm, even in their anger.
““I have always been smarter than you!”” Bailey and Bella claimed with ice-cold tones,
““Funnier than you!”” Bella and Bailey continued, taking a step toward one another once again.
"“More popular than you!”" The twin-like women spat as their bodies slapped together.
“But since it’s just the two of us here…” Bailey muttered, her voice oozing with menace.
“But since there is no one else around…” Bella whispered, her voice overflowing with threat.
"“I’ll take the time to prove to you… that I’m hotter… sexier… and ten thousand times more fashionable than you!”"
Two women, one belief!
One of them would have to break before they would consider this settled!
***
Pulling apart, the pair took a few steps back and began ogling at one another, their emerald green eyes raking over their rival’s long legs and seductive curves.
Bella would never deny that Bailey is attractive, just as Bailey would never deny that Bella is attractive. But both were proud women, and for as long as they had lived, they had looked down on others and took solace in the fact that they were better than them.
Though, back then, in their younger days, the pair were ‘on the same team’, and had never seen each other as competition. Yet, all the emotions, desires, and superiority that bloomed within them during the lead-up to the prom could never just be forgotten... Not to mention their identical secrets being exposed, their pride and superiority torn down in such a ludicrous way...
Ultimately, they could only be exceptions to one another’s prideful personality for so long before it all fell apart.
Now, they would never again want to share 1st place.
Now, it was unacceptable that others thought of them as the same.
Now, it was unacceptable that they had thought of themselves as the same.
It wasn't possible to simply forgive and forget, and they didn't want to anyway.
So now, the pair twisted and turned in tandem, posing and posturing as each flashed their soul-stirring and seductive curves before the other’s defiant gaze.
Fingers ran temptingly up long legs as hips swayed from side to side.
Tits squashed against the wall as thick, identical asses were displayed like never before.
Arms were held above their heads, showing off delicate and sensual armpits, a gentle and soft seduction that was followed by each girl looking over her shoulder, and shooting the other a demure gaze of desperate longing and affection, eyelashes fluttering in a heart-pounding attack on the senses.
From soft to strong, from seductive to domineering. The pair attacked one another in a battle of charm and temptation, striking from every angle possible. Yet, even as faces grew flushed from the effects of their mutual seduction, and a faint sheen of sweat could be found on their foreheads, neither woman had suppressed the other.
Further still, despite their best effects to surprise one another with their twists and turns, the pair had mirrored one another the entire time.
““Nnnng…the same…”” The perfectly paired women groaned together, before suddenly catching themselves.
““We are NOT the same!”” They hissed at one another, angry at both their own slips of the tongue, as well as the other’s words.
“We’ve always been similar, so of course, these matching dresses aren’t doing anything to set us apart,” Bella complained, pausing her movements to catch her breath.
“So, let’s get changed then,” Bailey suggested, panting slightly. “You think you’re more fashionable than me, I think I’m more fashionable than you. So, we’ll go and dress ourselves up, then do this again.”
“Fine with me,” Bella agreed. “A test of how well we can dress up our curves and then a test of how sexy we are.”
Exchanging frustrated and indignant looks, the pair walked back to their rooms to put together the perfect outfit. Since neither had used this accursed walk-in wardrobe for years, naturally their clothes were in other, separate wardrobes in their respective rooms.
Only a few minutes later, Bella was ready for the second confrontation.
She wore a black dress different from her previous blue. It had long slits running up each leg, and coupled with portions of her hip, stomach, and back on display, she was less noble and graceful, yet far more sexual than before. A pair of black over-the-knee boots completed the look, giving her beauty a sharp and powerful edge.
Her confidence refilled, she swung open the wardrobe door and charged in…
Only to see yet another reflection where there was no mirror.
“BAILEY!”
“BELLA!”
Two furious and symmetrical women cried out.
The conflict exploded once again, as the pair collided in a hateful clash of strength. Yet after squashing themselves together in a snarling, seething body-to-body press for a few minutes and coating themselves in a sticky layer of fused sweat, the pair pinged apart and began showing off their seduction skills.
Bella would lift the slit to flash some upper thigh, Bailey would lift the slit to flash some upper thigh.
Bailey would twist her body in a sensual, teasing squat as she flexed her powerful ass, Bella would twist her body in a seductive, tempting squat as she flexed her powerful ass.
One girl would clasp her hands, causing her tits to squeeze together like two soft buns, and so would the other.
It wasn’t tit for tat, as that would mean one woman responding to the other’s action. It was more like a never-ending game of rock-paper-scissors, with both women trapped due to constantly playing the same move.
The pair grew hotter and hotter as their battle of mutual temptation became increasingly intense.
Soon, tempers flared and hot exhalations fused into one singular breath, the duo slamming into one another in the middle of the room.
Tits teased tits, stomachs stuck together and crotches collided in a hateful union as both were filled with furious indignation at their persisting stalemate. Both hated how identical they were and they especially hated how they seemed to share the same brain, neither able to escape their never-ending synchrony.
““Urgh, I HATE you!”” They cried out together as they interlocked their fingers and worked together to slam hot body against hot body a dozen times in quick succession.
A final wet slap caused the duo to tumble apart yet again, both hitting the floor in unison.
It was as though each woman had an all-powerful spear and an invincible shield. Each flex of their lithe bodies would be enough to subdue anyone else, yet neither could suppress the other in the slightest.
Even collapsed, the ‘twins’ were still mirrors of each other, as they shot glares full at venom one another.
“I’m more beautiful than you!” Bailey spat.
“I’m more gorgeous than you!” Bella hissed.
““No you’re not!”” They cried out in one voice.
They stormed out before soon returning, only to find out that they were once again wearing the same outfits.
As if sharing the same brain cell, both had gone ‘old-school’ with their outfits, literally.
Both Bella and Bailey were wearing the school uniforms neither had worn in almost half a decade, plaid skirts, white shirts, and black pantyhose.
The third collision between beauties broke out, and as though by silent agreement, this clash had a far great degree of physicality than of their previous showdowns.
““My tits are better than yours!”” They spat as they smashed their overflowing busts together, a move that elicited hot groans from each fighter.
““My hips are wider than yours!”” They cried out as they fought side-to-side, each woman leaning against the wall for support as their pantyhose-covered hips were bashed against one another countless times.
““My ass is thicker than yours!”” They groaned as they stood back-to-back, forcefully crushing assmeat against assmeat.
Just looking and no touching wasn’t enough to satisfy them, yet once they got physical, it still wasn’t enough for the pair. Tits, hips, ass, legs, stomachs, and even feet were all pressed up against each other, each believing it would help prove that they were better, yet all it did was leave them needing to go further.
The pair would be as soft and seductive in their movements as possible, both showing as much ass as possible when turning, as much cleavage when bending, tempting, and teasing one another constantly.
And neither was immune to the other’s charms.
Though neither Bailey nor Bella had realized it, their bodies were red hot, and covered in an ever-growing sweat. Nipples had long since become erect, dense assmeat would twitch and crotches would throb with an excitement neither had noticed.
The identical women pressed themselves together in a face-to-face clench, their nylon pantyhose ‘hissing’ as their legs locked together right down to their toes. Stomachs twitched as they were pressed perfectly together, and two pairs of large breasts swelled as one mass of conjoined titflesh, both sets having failed to overcome the rivaling pair.
“I can’t stand this…” Bella groaned, “I can’t believe we were joined at the hip, dressed like this for so many years-“
“-Getting the same grades, constantly speaking at the same time…” Bailey continued, “Having the same friends, together from morning till night-“
“-How did we not tear each other apart?” Bella questioned, “Just looking at you makes me feel sick-“
“-The feelings mutual,” Bailey spat, “If I wanted to see a reflection, I’d just look in the mirror. I don’t need a mirror image that walks and talks and follows me around-“
“-You’re the mirror-”
“No, you’re the mirror-“
“You’re! –“
“You’re! –“
““You’re the mirror!”” The pair hissed, their matching faces so close that each had no choice but to breathe in the other’s hateful words.
Eyes chained together as though trying to look into each other’s soul, the pair touched their foreheads, before their noses gently met, and finally, their lips were only a hairsbreadth apart.
“I don’t want to pretend to like you anymore, I don't care if it hurts our moms,”
“I don’t want to pretend to like you either, Lily and Lola will get over it,”
Harsh confessions were exchanged, yet neither flinched.
“No more ‘make-up’ kisses.”
“No more making up, full stop. Not unless you give in to me.”
“Not unless you give in to me, more like.”
Hands crept up as each violently gripped the other by the back of the head, before yanking their rival towards them. Kisses met in a painful and domineering kiss, lips were bitten as tongues tangled together, saliva splattering across their cheeks and down their chests.
They'd kissed lots growing up, first, because they knew that it's what people who loved each other did. Then, because their mother thought it was cute, and finally, it became a habit under their instigation, something they'd do to turn the page on any small and minor fight. These would be small pecks, however, the sort of kisses between children, then between family members.
Now though, they were invasive, violent, and brutal declarations of war.
Pulling themselves apart using their mutual grips, the pair glared into one another’s green eyes.
““If you’re just a mirror of me-“” They began, before tutting in frustration and smashing their lips together once more to shut each other up. A faint taste of blood now in their mouths, they started the sentence again.
““If we’re…just mirrors of each other…just… reflections of each other…”” They growled reluctantly, neither girl pleased by their words, yet either capable of denying them, ““Then we just need to smash ourselves together… until one of us breaks…!””
As if to mark their aggressive words, each swung back her hips, before slamming them forward. At the center point between them, their pantyhose-covered crotches collided.
Neither woman had noticed their unusual physical condition. The dense smell of two soaked cunts packed into sweaty pantyhose had long since permeated throughout the room. It was unknown if either would have been able to tell the scents apart, though, at this stage, the musks had mixed and fused to the point of becoming a new scent entirely. A scent of female desire and breeding instinct that connected their erogenous zones like an invisible rope. It was evidence of an unnoticed, physical craving, as well as a warning sign.
Yet neither couldn't notice it now, as all thought was erased from their minds on the impact of their two twats. Eyes rolled back and tongues fell out of mouths as clits crushed each other, wet labia plastered together, and tight slits ruthlessly were spread apart.
A pleasure neither was even aware of exploded out of them in synchrony, each woman erupting into an instantaneous orgasm.
Legs shook and toes twitched as the floor beneath them was coated in girl-cum, their pantyhose too drenched to hold it back.
Ponytails shook, yet even as pleasure rampaged across their bodies, neither seemed any less proud.
““One last outfit change.”” The duo groaned. Their voices were weak from pleasure, yet their words were still undeniably commanding, laced with domineering intent. before prying their still shaking bodies apart. Strands of sweat and cum connected them, but both knew their separation would only last a brief moment.
Neither were surprised when they wore matching lingerie, thigh-high stockings, and a bodysuit that was borderline obscene.
Instead, they purred as searing hot bodies slapped together. Even if they were the same, they would just go at it until one of them breaks.
Bailey and Bella lost track of time as they tumbled and twisted around the room. Neither made any attempt at defense, simply attacking their enemy’s body with their own, holding tight to the belief that the other would succumb before they did.
There was no strategy in the war between the identical women.
Bella would smash her heaving tits into Bailey’s, knowing that Bailey’s tits would strike her with equal force.
Bailey would thrust her bubble-like butt in Bella’s, fully accepting that Bella would thrust back without the slightest hint of weakness.
When fighting a mirror image, that was the only way to fight. Every hit that connected meant getting hit, sharing every twinge of pain and every throb of pleasure.
Neither knew it was due to the relief of finally getting to vent four years' worth of enmity, terrifying sexual compatibility, the frustrating yet thrilling situation they found themselves in, or some strange hidden fetish for symmetry the duo shared, but their sensitivity was spiraling out of control.
““I won’t lose…MHNN?!?!❤”” The duo screamed as their perky tits were crushed flat against each other, causing each to squirt helplessly.
““I’m better than…AHHHH!?!?❤❤”” The pair cried out as their firm asses were molded under the other’s touch, sending a jet of girl-cum spraying across the floor.
“You’re nothing but my…MMNPHHH!??!!❤❤❤”” Clits bending against one another without the slightest resistance, sent eyes rolling back as twin bodies lost all strength. Right cheek squashed against left, whilst pink tongues, identical in length and width, refused to separate, remaining stuck together and hanging between their mouths.
Bella and Bailey twitched and trembled against one another in an orgasm-induced daze, the scent of fused cum filling their lungs until the sudden sound of voices jolted them awake.
It was their mothers, and it sounded like they were looking for them!
Whilst they had decided not to pretend to get along around them… not hiding their mutual disdain and getting caught in a situation like this… were two very different things…!
Hearing their mothers approaching Bailey’s end of the wardrobe, the pair had no choice but to make a split-second decision. They wouldn’t be able to make it out the other end, into Bella’s room in time, so they had no choice but to hide in the wardrobe itself!
For once, their 'shared mind' came in handy, as the pair flung their cum soaked bodies into a nearby closet, one with a door to hide behind.
Before even a second had passed, however, the duo knew it was a poor choice of hiding spot, as their sensitive bodies were being crushed together like never before!
Buxom breasts were caught in a painful compress, whilst their asses were too large for the narrow space, forcing both crotches together in a ruthless grind.
“”FUCKKKK…!!!”” Both moaned, eyes twitching, before hearing the door of the walk-in wardrobe creak open. Hands moved quickly as both women clamped their rival’s mouth shut to prevent any noise from escaping.
The creak of footsteps and faint mummers could be heard as the two mothers approached, yet each fighter’s heart was pounding so hard they couldn’t distinguish what was being said. All either could do was desperately try to ignore the persistent, pulsating pleasure drilling at their erogenous zones.
Both thought they had suffered all the pains and pleasures of being mirrors of one another, yet they now learned there was yet another reason for despair.
Four nipples and two clits were completely erect, as hard as daggers, yet since their bodies were so identical, and so perfectly aligned with no room to readjust, it was as if the two women were stabbing each other.
Bailey’s nipples were being viciously stabbed by Bella and Bella’s nipples were being brutally impaled by Bailey.
Compressed titflesh that shimmered with sweat swelled and shook as the pair attempted to shimmy out of their penetrative nipple-to-nipple war, yet, when one girl would shift slightly to the left, the other would shift slightly to the right, keeping their mountainous mammeries nailed together.
Glares were exchanged as silent blame for their predicament was thrown back and forth. Incensed by the mutual mortification, both forced their middle and ring fingers into the other’s mouth, ramming them down their rival’s throat in a sudden dose of punishment.
Bella and Bailey had no choice but to accommodate, each trying to relax her mouth and throat for the other’s sudden invasion, to prevent herself from gagging and alerting the other women just a few feet away.
Whilst their upper bodies were warring, their lower halves naturally weren’t spared. There was only room for so much ass in the narrow closet, and even one heavy behind would have been a tight fit, much less two.
Previously looking like two inverse-hearts, the dense assmeat was now squashed and crushed, each girl forced against the closet wall by the other’s presence. Barely protected by the thin bodysuit, vulvas rubbed and ground together, whilst clits bent under the other’s assault.
The barrage of painful, uncompromising pleasure caused the pair to tremble and twitch without end, soon ushering in another mutual and simultaneous climax. Fingers pinched noses and fingers were shoved down throats as the pair desperately gagged each other, only faint moans and the sound of cum hitting the floor could be heard.
After frantically listening for outside noise, however, Bailey and Bella realized the sound of talking had disappeared.
From entering the closet to succumbing to the pleasure, only less than 20 seconds had passed, and their mothers had passed through the walk-in wardrobe over to Bella’s room.
Desperate to escape the pair, staggered out the closer, panting for air. A dense scent bomb of fused sweat and cum exploded from their previous hiding spot, causing the two to exchange awkward glares as they gasped.
Yet before either of them could say a single word to blame each other for the many faults perceived in the last 20 seconds, the sound of returning footsteps shocked them once again.
In a panic, they had no choice but to force themselves back in, cooperating to shut the door behind them!
In an attempt to avoid what happened last time, the pair turned away from each other as they entered, meaning they were back to back. Yet this had even worse, and even more immediate results compared to before.
Their large tits were squashed forcefully against the wall, as were their knees, which forced their asses backward…directly into the other’s ass.
Sweaty asses stuck together before spreading themselves apart. Bare thighs aligned so perfectly it was impossible to tell where the divide between women lay. Neither woman could stop the guttural groan escaping her lips as wet cunts overlapped, pressing mercilessly together through their skimpy bodysuits.
““GUHHHHH…!❤❤❤””
No escape and trapped ass to ass, the pair violated and were violated in an intimate press against their mirror image.
Bailey’s ass was savagely fucked by her identical copy's.
Bella’s ass was brutally fucked by her perfect clone’s.
Both had declared that they would smash themselves together until one of them broke, yet neither had thought that the fight would be so desperate and so degenerate. Both had been stripped of their pride as the pair trapped themselves and each other in a mutually inflicted mutual rape.
Neither woman wanted to be spread apart and fucked from behind, yet they had no choice but to take it, as well as inflict it, forcing each other to climax once, then twice, then three times in rapid succession.
Any awareness of their situation disappeared from their minds as the tidal wave of pleasure rushed out from their crushed asses and kissing cunts, spreading up through their cores as well as down to their toes.
Jaws went slack, and twin bodies limp, yet, even without willing support, their bodies were stuck in position, held in place by the fat tits and thick asses they had always been so proud of.
Neither was conscious when the closet door was opened, and they were spat out onto the floor in a cum-soaked tangle. Bella and Bailey were finally exposed before the eyes of their mothers, still convulsing in a constant climax.
Yet whilst Abby Edwards, mother of Bailey, and Aria Allen, mother of Bella, exchanged a glance filled with conflicting emotions at the sight of their unconscious daughters, a second fight was unfolding…
A very different sort of ‘mirror match’ between the cheeky and sassy youngest daughters, Lily Edwards and Lola Allen…
Last edited by Lotus9; October 20th, 2022 at 09:49 AM.
This is an awesome start, specially the rivalry between Eldest Daughters
Thank you! I hadn't realized that Hboard had censored it though. It should be fine now (fingers crossed). Feel free to check my Pixiv (linked at the top) if you want to read the rest the story now.Originally Posted by luping-7423
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Though You Start With Mothers First..Coming Up Last I Think...
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