Chapter 1

My name is Lily and this is the story of how I became the slave of my sister Faith.

I have no brother, just my twin sister Faith. We are “fraternal twins” and so, we are not identical. We do look alike as any sisters may look alike but there is no chance we can be mistaken one for the other. I have light brown hair that goes to my shoulders and I usually put it in a ponytail or a bun behind my head and Faith has blonde hair cut relatively short.

Also we have very different characters. Faith is very outgoing and sure of herself, while I am introverted and extremely shy.

Since as long as I can remember, I have always been jealous of her.

Not jealous of her beauty, we are both beautiful. That’s not surprising since we are sisters.

No, my jealousy comes from the fact that, unlike me, Faith never really submitted to the rules and beliefs of our parents.

Our parents are ultra-religious (So, no sex before marriage, no Birth control, no Abortion, etc.) but they are also racist and homophobic.

Because I was an obedient and really shy girl, I have always complied with the rules of our parents and never openly questioned

or disobeyed them.

But not Faith. She was skipping school, staying out late, wearing makeup and going on dates with boys. I couldn’t prove it, but I’m pretty sure she was already sexually active.

In other words, Faith was completely different from me. And I was jealous of her. Mostly because she was free to do what she wanted and I wasn’t.

At least, from my point of view.

And since our parents didn’t realize those actions of Faith, I always made it a point to have them informed as soon as I could of Faith’s infractions. I was the biggest tattletale a sister could have.

You have to understand that our relationship was not the normal one between two sisters. No, I think we’ve always been adversaries to get our parents’ attention, their affection. We just had different ways of doing it.

Me, by my obedience and my good school results and Faith by doing acts of rebellion against them.

The worst part is that despite everything, our parents never showed the slightest affection towards me or Faith.

But another reason that made us adversaries was the trust fund.

From the start of our mother’s pregnancy, my parents had set up a very well-stocked trust fund for university tuition and living. But since our parents were not very rich, this fund was for only one child, not for two.

And you could see my parents’ hypocrisy here. Because for such religious people, it was obvious that they had never planned to have more than one child and therefore they used a method of contraception.

Or did they just never make love after our birth?

Anyway, since I was a good child and Faith was not, it was very clear who would get that money.

Because I have always put effort into my studies, that gave me perfect grades, but no real social life. I had no real girlfriends and no guy friends and certainly not a real boyfriend.

Which doesn’t mean I didn’t have sexual fantasies.

I had wanted to have boyfriends three times over the past few years, but because I was too shy and also because of the fear of being rejected, I had never acted to make it happen. Each time, it was students from my school.

I only started to masturbate last year and the boy in my masturbation fantasies was always Evan Morris.

Evan is the same age as me and has often been in the same class as me since our freshman year of high school.

Like me, he has always had perfect grades and is good at sport.

But unlike me, he’s always been outgoing, always has lots of friends, and most of all, he has never actually seen me.

But I have always watched him from afar with envy. I would have liked to be able to talk to him and even make him my boyfriend, but I never dared to take the first step and anyway, he always had girlfriends to go out with.

Often, before going to sleep, I masturbated imagining that he was my boyfriend and that he was touching me. Most often it looked like this:

Evan is in my bed with me and he is busy licking my pussy, a fantasy that has always turned me on the most. This, while using his fingers to caress my vulva and my clitoris with one hand. The other hand caresses my breasts one after the other.

I always orgasmed without making too much noise. Yes, I’m shy even when masturbating!

Which means that before Faith started to take contrôle of my life, I never had a real boyfriend, much less kissed anyone.

My life changed and Faith took control a few weeks after our eighteenth birthday. It was the summer before our last year of high school.

Usually we were never left home alone, but Dad had an important two months trip to another state for work and Mom decided to go with him. So Faith and I were forced to stay together at the house.

The day after our parents left, Faith came through the back door of the house trying to sneak a boy home. And not just anyone, it was Oliver Lewis.

Faith had dated him a couple times during the last school year, but my parents had put an abrupt stop to it when I said to them that Oliver was black. In reality, I have nothing against black people, but I knew my parents would be very mad at Faith. I was right.

Today, the problem for Faith was that I was just in the kitchen when they arrived and I immediately called our father to tell him what Faith had just done.

When dad was through with yelling at her over the line, she was grounded for a month. She couldn’t leave the house at all.

Oliver had left as soon as I told Faith that dad wanted to talk to her and I didn’t expect to see him again this summer.

For my part, throughout the conversation, I looked at my sister with a big smile.

Faith was really mad about what I had done to her plan with Oliver.

For two weeks, I saw her rarely, she spent almost all her days in her room at her computer. But when I saw her, she was acting like I wasn’t there.

After those two weeks I started to go for walks in the neighborhood.

I hardly knew anyone, but at least I was getting some fresh air.

It was in the park a few houses from our own during one of those walks that I met Anna and Lisa, identical twins, and their friend Brianna.

They were the same age as me, but went to a private school downtown.

Anna and Lisa had long black hair and were very voluptuous.

Brianna was a redhead and although she was pretty, had slimmer shapes.

They were very outgoing and seemed to want to accept me as a friend, so I decided to fight my shyness and spend time with them.

I was getting sick of spending time with a sister who wouldn’t even speak with me.

I didn’t talk much, but I liked listening to them talk about what they were doing at their school, about the boys they knew.

I realized from the first outings that Brianna was the leader of the group. In all decisions, even if the twins proposed something different, it was Brianna’s decision that was followed. For my part, since I rarely had an opinion, I always followed.

It was about three weeks after my first meeting with them that things changed. That afternoon, we went for a walk and ended it in the small wooded area near the park where I first met them.

We sat down and continued to chat for a while. Or at least Anna and Lisa were chatting with Brianna.

After a few minutes, Brianna asked: “So, are you taking it out or what?”

Anna smiled, then took out of her purse what appeared to be a small cigarette. I was immediately nervous as I realized it was marijuana.

Anna quickly turned it on and took a puff before handing it to Lisa who took a long drag as well.

Lisa then handed it to me. At the time, I didn’t want to take it, but then Brianna said to me: “Either you do it or go back to your bitchy sister. We don’t want a party pooper with us.”

I knew I should have just left the place, even if it meant staying alone with Faith the rest of the summer, but for the first time in my life, I decided to do something forbidden.

So I took it and brought it hesitantly to my lips.

I sucked it in and immediately, I started coughing and choking.

Despite that, I stayed with them and when the joint came back to me, I tried to do better. It was not a great success, but I kept the smoke inside me longer.

When we were done with the marijuana I was feeling strangely relaxed and I saw Lisa approached Anna and the two girls started kissing on the mouth and even using their tongues.

I should have fled at that moment, but I was transfixed by the scene. That’s probably why I didn’t notice Brianna approaching me.

It’s only when she took my hair gently, but firmly that I remembered she was there.

Brianna, holding onto my hair, kissed me and tried to put her tongue in my mouth. At first, I didn’t do anything, neither to resist nor to participate, but after a few minutes of Brianna’s insistence, I opened my mouth and our tongues started playing together.

After a few more minutes of kissing like that, despite myself, I was getting more and more aroused. Then Brianna lifted my vest, pushed my bra down and suckled on one of my breasts.

It was then that I got to watch Anna and Lisa again. Both had taken off their jackets and continued to kiss while stroking each other’s breasts.

It was a particularly forbidden act, considering it was two sisters, but at the same time, it was really exciting.

That’s when Brianna started pulling my skirt up and sliding her hand down my panties. Even though the kissing and Brianna’s fondling of my breasts had been very erotic and exciting, I didn’t want to let it go any further. I quickly got up and ran away.

For a moment, I was afraid that they would try to catch up with me, but I made it home safely.

That night, Faith seemed in a good mood and I understood why when she showed me color prints of photographs she had taken that day.

It was pictures of me and the three girls with the marijuana and one with me taking a toke of it. There were also others of me kissing Brianna with her hand on my breasts. Even though she was not allowed to leave the house, Faith was there at that time, well hidden by the trees and had taken very clear photos.

Faith clarified that she had made copies of the files on a USB stick which I would never find.

She had me. The stuff Faith was constantly getting in trouble for was nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to what I had done.

Or at least appeared to have done. We both knew that our parents would take a fit if they ever found out that I had been smoking an illegal drug and having sex with a girl.

I could do nothing more against Faith. At least until I could find a way to make the photos disappear.

And so Faith got what she wanted. Total freedom to do what she wanted. Stay up late; drinking; and, of course, see Oliver.