My Sister Ashley Chapter 6

“I’ve never had twins before,” Natalia continued after a pause to let her eyes flicker over Ashley’s body, a faint smile on her lips, “in any dorm I’ve been in.”

“Well now you do.” I said trying to be friendly but praying that she would just leave.

“Indeed.” She said turning her silver eyes back to me. “Well,” she said after a moment, clapping her hands together, “I’m sure I will be indulging I’m your company soon enough but I have other matters to attend to.” And with that she was gone, her bright orange hair leaving an after image in my mind’s eye.

After a few minutes Ashley said, “Holy god! We have to live with her for a whole fucking year?”

“It appears so.”

“This place just gets better and better.” She said sarcastically.

“Bah, stop worrying we’ll be fine, big baby.” I grinned, stressing the word big knowing it would get us off of this depressing subject for a little while at least. Her eyes flared for a second before she realized I wasn’t serious but still stood up and hauled me to my feet by my collar. She took a quick look around and leaned in, kissing me hard and spinning at the same time so I had my back to the bed.

She pulled away and looked down into my eyes, “You just wait. Next time we’re alone I’ll get you back for that.” She said huskily.

“I can’t wait.” I responded coyly. She snorted and pushed me onto my bed before turning to go, a mischievous smirk on her face.

“See you in class.” She said walking out the door and blowing me a kiss.
I heard a girlish “Hi JD!” from my sister and a second later he walked back into the room with a bag of chips from a nearby vending machine.

“Bro your sister is fine.” He said grinning, humor as always, in his eyes.

“Shut up dude.” I chuckled.

“Oh I saw Natalia in the other room, did she stop by here?” he asked casting a wary glance towards the door.

“Yes, she did.”

“Whew good, I hope she doesn’t remember my last name, otherwise I’m fucked.” He said getting up and closing the door before slumping into his own chair, facing me on my bed.

“Why would you be fucked?” I asked, confused but intrigued.

“My brother.” He answered as if that would make me understand. I recalled that his brother went here but had graduated two years ago.

“Huh?” He got up and came around the desks to sit in my chair, leaning forward he licked his lips nervously as if unsure of weather to tell me or not.

“Dude, that girl,” he said slowly, “that girl is the most evil, perverted, vicious, psychotic, nympho on this man’s planet.” I’m sure the color had already started to bleed from my face as I listened to his chilling words.

He continued after a pause to compose his thoughts, “When my brother was a senior, she was a sophomore and at the time she was relatively normal, right. So like all of a sudden she changes and nobody knew why, she dyed her hair all kinds of freaky colors and started acting all weird. She got super aggressive in hitting on guys and even some girls too, but she got turned down constantly even beat up a few times I hear. And by this time she has already started taking classes for her major, which was and still is chemistry or something involving a lot of chemicals and medicines I’m not sure. So anyways she was really after this one guy but he wouldn’t have anything to do with her. So after classes got out for the weekend they disappeared for like a couple days, finally he shows up, looking like shit. Then after a week or so the story starts to get around that he was eating in the dining hall and got sick all of a sudden so he went to the bathroom and that was all he remembered, before waking up in some random room tied to a chair, naked. He wouldn’t tell anyone specifically what she did to him but you can imagine, after those few days she injects him with something else and he wakes up in his own dorm room, fully clothed. So he goes to take a shower and he sees that there’s an N burned onto his hip.”

“Oh my god.” I breathed.

“Yeah I know right. And this shit keeps happening, like all tolled about ten guys and two girls just disappear then show up, used and abused with an N burned into their hip.” I sat stunned into silence as I digested what he had said.

“Why didn’t somebody do something, why didn’t somebody call the cops?” I asked.

“Dunno. Too scared or something man but it never got reported to anybody, the rumors and stories just went around but nobody did anything.”

“Then what does this have to do with your brother and you.” I asked tentatively.
He winced but continued after another long pause and a sigh, “She came after him man.”

“Shit, what happened?”

“She drugged him but when he woke up he busted loose, gave her that scar on her cheek you probably saw. He was the only one to escape; turns out she had brought them all to this old janitor’s storage room in the basement of one of the buildings. He graduated before she could get to him again. Apparently she stopped after that.”

“That’s good to know.” I sighed.

“Dude, just watch your back and if you don’t mind, keep an eye on mine. She’s a senior now and there’s no reason for her not to start up again.”

“My sister was right, this place just gets better and better.” I said wearily.

“If it doesn’t give you nightmares you’re a braver man than me.” He said thumping me on the shoulder and getting up, heading for the door.

“I’m gonna go find my classes, wanna come with?”

“Yeah sure I need to clear my head.” I responded following him out of the building. We explored the campus more thoroughly than we had on our previous visits, locating our classrooms and how to get to them. I was still in awe at the size of some of my gen-ed classes, a few were to have upwards of three hundred students in them. By the time we got back around ten I was exhausted and we decided to hit the sack early. Stripping down to my boxers I got into bed and quickly fell asleep, for my first night in a strange place I managed to fall asleep very quickly.

However, it felt like only a few minutes before I jolted awake, fearful that there was someone else in the room besides the two of us. I looked towards the door and let out a relieved sigh as I saw it was closed, I was certain I would see a silver eyed, orange haired, psycho standing there. Instead I heard a tiny giggle and turned my head sharply to face my desk, eyes wide with anticipated fear. I whimpered pathetically when I saw who was sitting in my chair and scrambled back up against the wall, my heart slamming itself against my chest.

Natalia sat with her legs crossed, chin cupped in one hand, and elbow resting on one knee watching me curiously. She was wearing the same clothes she had on earlier but the top few buttons of her baggy button up shirt were undone revealing a deep V of her upper chest. The light was bad but her skin looked too dark for what I had seen earlier and patchy too as if she was tattooed but that couldn’t be, there would have to be too many.

“You are a light sleeper, yes?” she said softly but with a hint of disappointment in her voice as if she had wanted to watch me sleep for longer.

“No, just when people like you are watching me.” I said hesitantly, trying to slow my breathing.

“People like me?” she smiled tightly and cocked her head to the side.

“Yeah psychos.” I said, slowly building up my shattered confidence. She giggled girlishly and looked back at me with great amusement in her silver eyes.

“Who has told you this story of me?”

“I heard it before I came here.” I responded quickly. She narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously, but said nothing.

“Did you come here for a reason,” I asked, glaring into her eyes, “or did you just want to disturb my sleep?”

“Merely a fact finding mission.” She said grinning. I sighed and stood up from my bed, she glanced down as her smile grew sickly and her eyes brightened for a second before her gaze traveled back to my face along the length of my body.

I strode to the door and with my back turned said, “Then if you don’t mind get the oomph…” A freezing hand was placed on my back and with horrendous strength I was pushed up against the wall with a thud.

“My my, I wonder who gave these to you.” She purred from behind me as an equally chilly finger traced the scars on my back. “Your sister perhaps?”

I stiffened and slowly said, “No my girlfriend did that.” The fingers continued to trace my back but it now felt like she was trying to line up her own hand with them.

“Your girlfriend? But she is too small to have done this.” My eyes shot open in horrified surprise and her fingers withdrew. There was a pause before a familiar square image was placed in front of my face. The picture of Oriana in her school girl uniform slowly materialized in the darkness, “Yes she is too small to have done this, but your sister…”

“My ex girlfriend did it, she is the same size as my sister and just as vicious as you.” She broke down into high pitched girly giggling and it was some time before she calmed down enough to speak.

“You are a funny boy. Perhaps we will be friends, yes?” she still had me pushed up against the wall with one freezing hand but gradually the pressure eased and I slowly turned to face her. “Perhaps more than that, yes?” she smiled and I couldn’t help but shiver. She waited for me to respond but all I could do was glare at her to hide my terror and revulsion.

“Well we have all year to get acquainted so do not despair.” She said happily, opening the door and stepping out into the hall. But she seemed to remember something and turned back to face me holding the picture in her hand. “She is very pretty; I wonder if I should keep this, it may prove entertaining when I am bored.”

“Give it back or I’ll fucking throttle you.” I growled. She beamed excitedly and stepped closer to me.

“Oh you will be fun.” She whispered as her free hand pulled my waistband and she dropped the picture into my boxers letting go with a snap of elastics. “Try not to get hurt I will see to you in due time.” She said reaching up and trying to stroke my face with an icy hand before I jerked away. She giggled again and headed off down the hall to the girls side of the building. I took the picture out of my boxers and brought it back into the room closing the door behind me. How had she found this, I had hid it on the shelf in my closet under some random stuff, I would have to find a new place for it but later. Absentmindedly the thumb of my right hand flicked over the ring and I calmed down slightly. I looked at the clock and groaned it was two in the morning. I got back into bed and tried to fall asleep but kept waking up at every little noise I heard.

It was a few weeks before I stopped looking over my shoulder every five seconds and started sleeping regularly. That first morning I had woken up exhausted and had stumbled into class and seated myself when Ashley showed up looking sullen and demanded that we sit in the back at the end of the row with me between her and the rest of the room. I had been too tired to question her and now I was regretting it, I could barely hear the professor when he wasn’t using his mic and it was only thanks to a large overhead projector that I could see. Although it was a basic English class, and I really didn’t need to pay much attention, however I became bored almost instantly.

And so a few weeks, closer to a month after that first disastrous night I was sitting in that English class suffering through a severe bout of boredom. The professor had been droning on about proper sentence structure or some shit for an hour now, I took a few notes but it was stuff I already knew. I looked around me and saw that just about everyone was either paying rapt attention, sleeping, or bored out of their minds and fiddling around. I smiled and looked over at Ashley, she had her arms crossed in front of her and was resting her chin on her forearm watching the professor with sleepy eyes.

She was wearing a white blouse with three quarter length sleeves and a pair of ridiculously tight, black pinstripe pants. I grinned broadly as an idea struck me to relieve my boredom; I let my hand slip from my chair to hers. I walked my fingers up her thigh, her pants were skin tight and there was no loose material even when she was sitting. I gave her hard thigh a squeeze and I saw her eyes flicker over as she looked at me out of the corner of her eye, a smirk starting to pluck at her lips. I looked around again and smiled to myself at the fact that no one was paying attention and that there was a faceplate to the tables which hid my actions from view.

I continued squeezing her leg a few more times before letting my fingers travel down the inside of her thigh. I ran a finger along her inner thigh towards her crotch but turned back before I came to the junction of her leg and pelvis. Her pants were so tight and thin enough that it was like they weren’t there at all; I hoped that it was the same for her as well so I looked to her face from where I had been looking around the room. Her eyes were closed, an awkward smile kept forming and fading on her slightly parted lips as I came closer and closer to her covered pussy and when it seemed like I was about to caress her no doubt enflamed outer lips. I kept this up for quite some time before finally dragging a finger past her leg to just above her waistband and started doing the same thing as before. This time as I neared her pussy on the down stroke I spread my fingers and lightly brushed a finger on either side of her slit, as I did so she inhaled sharply and whimpered a little. I did this for awhile as well, adding a little more pressure each time, compensating for the extra layer of her panties. She started breathing harder and her cheeks were bright red. She had lain her head down on her arms, turning her head to face me she opened and closed her glazed over eyes in concert with her heaving breaths. I paused for a second to flex my arm as it had started to cramp up from such tiny movements.

“Uhn don’t stop.” She gasped breathlessly, her eyes barely open. I smiled and kept following the same patterns of movement as before but started brushing the very edge of her outer lips, almost accidentally. She moaned gently and I let my fingers venture further, tracing her slit through her pants and panties. I pushed harder against her, running my fingers the length of her cunt. Even through those two layers of soft cloth I could feel the heat radiating from her and I pushed my fingers in up to the first knuckle, reveling in her warmth. She moved her arms putting her head face down on the table, I could see her hands turn claw like and her fingernails scrape on the table top as she clenched and unclenched her hands. I turned my fingers upwards and as I did she squeezed her thighs together on my hand, crushing it as she came. Her body twitched and she let out a relieved sigh before turning her face, now glistening with sweat and beat red, back to me and smiled weakly. My hand was still trapped between her thighs and I gestured down with my eyes. She brought her hands down and grabbed my wrist while letting go with her thighs, as my hand pulled free she placed her hand up to mine, palm facing palm, and intertwined her fingers with mine. Her other hand played with my fingers, squeezing them, rolling them, turning them as she continued to gaze into my eyes. I pulled my hand with hers and let them hang between us as she tried to come back to her senses. She let go of my hand and leaned back in her chair sighing contentedly, when she moved her hips a frown suddenly appeared on her lips and she turned to me, jabbing me in the ribs with a finger.

“Now I have to change, I hope your satisfied.” She whispered.

“Very much so.” I quipped happily causing her to poke me a few more times.

She giggled and said, “You keep this up and I’m gonna have spend the night with you.”

“Pfft I can barely last ten minutes with you. How do you expect me to last a night?”

“You let me worry about that.” She smirked. I chuckled but my comeback was interrupted when the professor started describing an assignment we had to do. We didn’t talk until class ended twenty minutes later; we had another class together in half an hour.

“It’s your fault I have to change so you’re coming with me.” She said and grabbed my arm pulling me after her as she headed for the dorm.

Halfway there JD passed by us on his way to class and gave me an amused look, I rolled my eyes in response and he walked away chuckling. She basically dragged me to her room and once she opened the door, threw me across the room onto her bed. Luckily her roommate Catherine wasn’t there or she had planned it that way.

“Whoa there frisky! What do you think your doing?” She didn’t respond instead she closed the door and staggered over to me as she tried to get her pants off.

“Hey come on we don’t have time for this.” I said. She only gave me a strained grin as she struggled to get her way-to-tight pants off and as I watched she let out a yelp, falling to the floor as she tripped over herself. She’d gotten her pants to around her knees when she fell and I got up, kneeling next to her and put a hand high on her back, keeping her down. She started to get up and I had to add a knee to keep her pinned against the floor.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be? Fine then, take me Tim!” she said lustily, pushing her butt into the air. I couldn’t help but stare at her ass which was barely contained by a pair of black panties. I sighed longingly and reached out a hand, my fingers aching to caress her magnificent ass, her perfect cheeks, and her flawless skin. I could smell her; those frustrating chemicals that the body gave off were driving my mind and body absolutely insane.

“You are the most infuriating girl I have ever met.” I whispered. She giggled girlishly obviously pleased that she drove me so crazy. I gave in and let my hand graze over her panty cover ass, cupping a fleshy cheek and giving it a squeeze. I kept up the pressure on her back though, knowing that she wouldn’t pass up the chance to take more from me when she realized that I wasn’t going to go all the way. I took my hand away from her ass only to slip it under her panties and rub her supple rear directly. She moaned from deep in her throat, always loving her ass being touched. I withdrew my hand and placed it by my knee, drawing first my forefinger and then my thumb slowly down her spine back under her panties. My fingers kept going, brushing over her tight asshole and rubbing her soaked pussy. I pushed a finger into her steamy cunt, her inner muscles seizing it instantly and pulsating around it as if milking it for all its worth.

“Oh you’re so deprived aren’t you?” I teased.

“Mmhmm.” She moaned loudly.

“You want more?” I asked slyly, slowly pushing a second finger into her.

“Yyee-hhheeess!” she cried out.

“Oh that’s unfortunate because this is as far as I go…well almost.” I dragged my fingers out of her clinging pussy and rubbed them over her puckered hole. Circling my slick fingers around and eventually into her, working them in one at a time.

“Nnooo!” she whimpered turning her head to look at me sidelong, the most desperate pleading look in her eye. I pulled my two fingers out of her ass and replaced them with my thumb. I placed those two fingers back in her pussy and shoved all three as far as I could into her.

“Bastard!” she cried, starting to struggle under me, “Stop being so lazy…UUUHHNNN!” I curved my fingers and pulled up, lifting her ass farther into the air and forcing her to put her legs underneath herself.

“You were saying?” I said twisting and turning my fingers like she was a huge dial.

“Nnyyaa f-fuck you!” she squealed, breathing heavily.

“That’s my girl.” I said chuckling. I pushed hard with my hand and her body was driven forward even though I was still kneeling on her. I pushed twice more, softer this time and then shoved her hard again. This must have been too much for her because she let out a moan that gradually became a scream and collapsed to the floor panting wildly as a small flood of juices rushed past my fingers and her asshole clamped down on my thumb so hard I thought she would sever it.