What goes around comes across the behind (Wave and Verse)

[WaveVelour]

"There." An ice bag was tossed over the sofa. Onto a round pair of pillows. And some coconut oil was placed nearby as well. "Ugh.. Unbelievable."

They often said twins could feel each other's pain and joy. Well in that case, Arisa was glad that they weren't, she and Maya, given the ridiculous thing her silly sister had done. Or done to her? Well it was a little ambiguous. Countless times, she had told her not to trust that guy. Hooked in and tricked and taken advantage of. And ultimately had her pretty little tush… Well Arisa didn't want to think about it. Didn't want any images flashing through her mind. How her sister looked, or sounded for that matter, while the jerk claimed her from behind like that.

Her life, her body. No, that wasn't a valid argument. Not when they had the same last name, which was a respected one. And she intended to keep it that way. Felt awfully responsible to do so.

The shame her sister should have felt sat in her too. Seeing Maya lying facedown on the sofa with her bottoms rolled down, the only comfortable position for her right now, wasn't all that different to seeing herself like that. Yeah. She was angry with Maya for letting it happen. But that paled in comparison to her fury against that guy.

"Well.. That's not really-"

"What? Don't give me that look. How am I supposed to know what helps with that?" Arisa vented, rolling her eyes at her sister's bare bottom, where she'd put the ice bag earlier. Yea. She didn't bloody know how to treat a sore bum hole. Why would she? Though, she knew too well how to deal with perverted snobs.

"Watch your back, sis," Maya said as her sibling headed to the door. It earned her a stern glare from her older sister. "Hm. Yeah. Not the best mantra right now."

***

A sandal slammed the break, causing the SUV to skid into a screeching halt. Right outside the luxury house where her sis had left her dignity. The boot swung open with a mechanical hiss before she got out of the humming vehicle. Her short brown locks danced in the breeze. It made her ivory kimono cling to her body, defining a frame rounder than Maya's. More capable as well. Said figure walked to the back of the vehicle, gingerly pulling out a katana. During its arching motion in the air, moonlight bounced off the ornate sheath, reflecting the sparkling stars like a blessing that she would restore her honour.

Her head tilted back. She eyed the windows, knowing he would be watching. And trembling. And desperately trying to find a hole to run into and cower. "Kakurete mo muda.." Arisa muttered quietly, striding towards the gate. As graceful as her walk was, her sharp sword pierced the door violently. "Y-ah!" And a kick did the rest. Unlike Maya, she wasn't a very talkative woman. And she wasn't there to talk either. Sheathed again, her sword was held at her hip, slightly bobbing with her long steps once she entered.

 

[Verse]

Yesterday had been fun. The columniation of some time of work. It helped to invest yourself in powerful people, and Maya had good blood in her veins. Pretty too. So Sakuya Ounata hadn't minded talking to her when they met in the club. He was there to see a man her father already knew, one less pristine than the mayor-hopeful that had spawned the pretty twin daughters. But even if Maya's dad was known for both honor and good wits, his daughter was victim of her own hormones. Sakuya had little trouble courting women who were at that age when they wanted to mate, whether they knew it or not. He was quite something, himself, having risen in ranks in the Yakuza so easily, simply by amping up the bloodshed he was willing to do, compared to his competitors.

A few constructions contracts later, a business were his dark element and the day-living politicians usually met, and he had friends in high places. Until they were enemies face-down in the river.

Maybe it was that air of darkness that hung around him that had called the younger of the twins in. They talked at first, in the bar. He'd worn a good suit over his long limbs, and smiled lecherously at her. His friendliness had offset the threat in his aura, and the equation had amounted to excitement and charm for Maya. He wanted to see how much he could make this little brunette angel do.

As it turned out, it was a lot.

Last night had been the crowning event of a fortnight's worth of casual courting. His brand of danger had won her over enough that she'd meet him at a more private bar, and then at this city home he kept. And kiss too. He'd held Maya down for the fucking but she'd moaned well enough despite also looking distressed when he made her cum her brains out. But she didn't liked it when he put in her ass. She'd cried about it, despite her native juices lubing up his way. It had made him like it more, and he'd been merrily taking that virginity from her, and leaving welts her on her buttcheeks the shape of his hands. And some prints around her neck too. He'd remember her fondly, despite sending her home in a cheap cab.

With his curtain drawn, he saw her likeness step out of the formerly screeching car, now.

He had just seen a man about a chain and a cement anchor, and meant to take it easy for the rest of the night. Thus the unbuttoned shirt and unbelted slacks. The blade in the night caught his attention more then the sound of her wheels had, and he took a last sip of his vodka before making it a windowsill ornament, with a plant that his housekeeper tended to, among her duties which had included plenty of Maya's and his own fluids, not twentyfour hours ago.

He hurried down the stairs to the sound of her breaking first his gate, and then his door. He made it to the landing when she'd gotten inside. And when he saw her standing there, he thought of Maya. But he thought this one was prettier. She certainly looked more formidable, with a sheathed sword by her side, standing in his hallway. He was just a tall man with pretty features and a noble nose, sternum showing. But the blackness in his eyes did give something away, as did his confidence in such a stressful situation.

"Your sister wore a kimono, too." he said and came toward her. "Here, let me take it for you, like I did for her." His grin was almost pristine, but how could Arisa fail to understand the mocking undertones. He reached for her with his left hand to give her a first target to strike at, and if she did slash at that limb, he'd quickly retract it so his right and dominant hand could fly, and catch her across her cheek.

He was about ready to try more flesh from the same genepool.

 

[WaveVelour]

All bark and no bite. Yea, some people were like that. Arisa did bite however. Pretty hard sometimes. Although she was known to be the more reasonable and collected sibling, the more boring one in other words, she could turn rather wild when it was about her family and loved ones.

Overprotective? Maybe. Prudish? A little bit. But, her anger was justified this time. It was beyond disrespectful of him to send Maya in a mockery of a state like that. With handprints on the arse, and a lingering ache in the anus, which probably extended deeper. He should have been more dignified, and she would probably just pretend that she didn't know he slept with her sister. He just had to be an arse, and crudely demonstrate how big of an arse guy he was too.

Hugged by silk, her own hips subtly swayed. For only a few steps before she met him in the foyer. At least, he hadn't run the other way to avoid a confrontation. But then again, she would have found him eventually.

Maya in a kimono? Not a very common sight frankly. Attire, attitude, customs, and such. The girl didn't value tradition as much as she did. The privilege of being the younger daughter she supposed. And if her dear sister shimmered in silken wrap to play the proper girl to humour his fantasies, that would only fuel her anger more. Regardless, her kimono was awfully more difficult to undo than Maya's.

Despite everything, she wasn't there to chop limbs or sever heads. She did intend to cut though. Cut his daringness and ego. Into little pieces so that he wouldn't make a display of those again. When he started speaking, the words were hardly what she wanted to hear. From her hip, her sword arced upwards, the hilt pressing against the underside of his chin. So that he wouldn't spit out more poison.

"Snake," she said. "You'll never slither around my sister again." The sword was pulled down as she finally slapped his hand away with a dismissive flick. "You'll mention this to no one," Arisa added. Not really talking about this visitation of hers. What he did with her sister rather. Would that be enough though? Didn't he deserve a punishment of sorts? He did. How and where though? Not sure really. Well it would be only fair if it was in the same place.

"Where did you..?" Arisa asked then. Being disturbed by the taboo act he'd performed on her sister, she kinda couldn't bring herself to talk about it very clearly. "Here? Show now." With the hilt again, she nudged him.

 

[Verse]

Maya had been something of a challenge. Not as much as these prim, highborn girls always thought they'd be, but he hadn't pulled her panties down and impaled her right on the spot at least. He made a game of it, pretending to be less bad than what they said, and still worse than what she was used to. They always thought they wanted someone difficult. Well, she had plenty of difficulties under him, sweating and screaming her lungs out. It was the payment he took out of her after having spent more time on her than most women.

He had filled her head up just as he had her lower body. Cock will get to your brain. Both shame and that endorphin drunkenness would have her body confused. Confused, spoiled girls usually mistake their confusion for infatuation. So he just had to assume this other sister was acting mostly on her own account. It was strange seeing Maya's features set in such a stern expression.

His body stilled when he reached her and the weapon graced him. This one was more of a firecracker. His grin showed he was amused and interested. There was a challenge in his eyes. Her family was certainly the kind to hold grudges, and old blood sometimes went medieval with their retribution. But he had met enough murderers to know this pretty thing wasn't going to go all the way.

"Pretty accessory you have there. Not the handbag kind of girl?" He offered calmly.

He listened as she asked. The sword was a good motivator. There was a moment of puzzlement on her pretty features. She had different emotions than Maya. He was curious what other things set them apart. And she gave him the perfect opportunity.

"Where?" He repeated, pushing into the sword to see if it would make her back off. But then he'd be the one to retreat. The hall was adjacent to his living room. And she would have to follow. "Most of it happened in the bedroom, since your sister is kind of a traditionalist." He said with some fondness in his voice. He made sure he remained close to her, towering over her.

"Play last." He said, steady voice, and the big television mounted on the wall flicked on suddenly. He had of course been watching his latest conquest, which was Maya. So her twin sister would get to see her own face moaning in the recorded clip, tears streaming down her face and the remnants of a kimono on her body. It was filmed from the side, and by the angle and placement of the giant cock from the powerful body she'd already glimpsed on him, it was easy to deduce he was, indeed, fucking Maya in the ass.

He was hoping the sudden display would be enough to distract Arisa, and if she looked, he'd quickly grab the handle of her katana, and twist it out of her possession, backhanding her with his other hand to have her land on the couch.

 

[WaveVelour]

Having seen her sister already, Arisa had a vivid picture of the aftermath of his perversion. Though, how exactly did he carry out the villainous act of ruining her sister's bum? How loud Maya had been? How hard did he do it? Did her really? Well she preferred to stay ignorant of the details. There were a lot of taboo things involved that she avoided to mull over. She didn't need to either. It was utterly disrespectful what he did. And he had a lot to answer for. She didn't need to know much else beyond that he must pay for it.

"The type of girl that gives you nightmares. Move." Having her admirable bum swaying in front of him, especially him, would have been pretty dumb. Naturally, she let her host take the lead, following him to the room where he supposedly got too acquainted with Maya. Hearing him talk about her disturbed her, causing harsher punishments to occur to her during their short walk to the bedroom.

Huh?! A codeword to engage some security protocols? A bold dare to urge her to do her so-called last move against him? Alarmed for a moment, Arisa's fingers tightened around her sword. Oh.. He was just voice commanding the TV. Well, she could be a jumpy girl sometimes. Surely, she was more cautious and less carefree than her sibling.

As it turned out, those other options would have been more preferable. He hit her with something she couldn't fight with a sword no matter how sharp it might be. Her head sharply snapped towards the screen. Was that..? Did this jerk record it? "Maya.." Suddenly her sister was there. Compromised, and violated. Crying as if saying 'Save me sis.' A few frames of it was enough to deeply disturb Arisa. "Y-you!" And she couldn't watch more than that. She turned her head away, a crimson hue settling on her face.

It was distracting enough, and soon hers weren't the only hands on her sword. She was a strong woman. But, that strength wasn't always physical. She loosened her grip on the hilt. Letting it go, to hold it from the end of the scabbard instead. The length of the blade gave her just enough leverage to counter his superior strength. Arisa yanked hard then, to pry the weapon off his undeserving hands. Well she managed. But the momentum flung the sword out of its embroidered sheath, shooting it upwards, fast and high. The sharp blade embedded itself in the ceiling.

The struggle made her open to his attacks. The sharp slap he landed on her face rang across the room. It pushed her away and made her spin. All the way to the nearby sofa. Her knees hit the side of the furniture, while her upper body toppled over the armrest. Her face dropped on the seat, her bum rising at the back like an overgrown peach wrapped in silk. Not for long though.

"Ayamachi ne." In frustration, she slammed her fist into the sofa. Rolling forward, she quickly rose. When standing on the sofa, she was now the taller one who got to tower the other. And she was quick to take advantage of it as well. "Hyaa!" With one shapely leg outstretched, she launched into the air, flying towards him to kick his smug face.

 

[Verse]

She had a clever mouth. But so did Maya, and that hadn't gotten her very far. The seething in this female visitor amused him, and it was obvious she had this romantic notion of honor engraved in her, probably deeper than her sister, that might as well have been her twin. He was going to enjoy sampling her to suss out their differences. Girls in kimonos and katanas are usually interesting bedmates. He would let her express exactly how much she hated him soon enough, but it wouldn't be under the circumstances she hoped. He just needed to get the upper hand. These little women liked when they were overwhelmed. Though Arisa didn't know that about herself yet. She didn't even know it about her sister, he was sure.

But he could see even now, that she wasn't entirely privy to what had happened. She cringed away from the few details he hinted at, and let him know exactly how innocent she was. He thought Maya was sheltered, but this heroine was likely worse. Sheltered by her good breeding and affluent family. Thinking she could come here when he was one of the worst in this city. In the end, she was just a little girl playing with swords. He couldn't wait to show her the real world. Like her sibling, she would discover that it was a pain in her ass.

And she showed just how inexperienced she was. All that anger and intent on retribution was derailed by just a bit of armature porn. She looked horrified after the expression of recognition had settled. He quite loved her for the heartbreak he saw, and snickered when she gave it. The poor sister was so taken aback by Maya taking it up the ass on the screen that she faltered. Hah. Who looks away like that, like Maya in her digital form deserved privacy? His cock twitched inside the slacks when he was reminded. That clip had given him a lot of joy and reasons to rehydrate.

Her incited rage made her sloppy, and he did get to grab her sword. She was quicker than he thought. Maybe there was a reason for why she'd chosen that weapon. But the game for it ended up with it stuck in his ceiling. His prize became her form, flung onto the couch. Sakuya's brows raised when that pretty butt was lifted for him, and he was engrossed by it when it jiggled as her fist hit the couch.

He snapped back into readiness when she threw herself at him. This woman actually thought she could best him in a physical match. He spun out of the way of her kick. Having remained exactly where they'd stood when they'd bickered for the sword, he could pluck up the scabbard in his circular motion, and complete that move by whacking the scabbard across her ass, once she landed after the flying kick. If she had somehow allocated the sheath beyond his reach, he'd settle for doing the same, but with his open palm. He was ready to learn what he could about the buttock he punished. All the while, her sister's fate was playing on the big, loud screen.

And he wasn't done. When she inevitably spun around to meet him again, he would tackle her, the shoulder of the arm that hadn't accosted her ass aiming at her torso, so the free hand could grab the collar of her kimono, and he could throw her over him by pulling it, hoping to slam her onto the floor and take the air out of her.

 

[WaveVelour]

Like the blade it housed, the scabbard was somewhat flexible. As such, it had some whipping prowess. Some silk was on its way, but that didn't really hinder the impact much. Or at all really. The curved sheath found its curvier targets, flattening the immediate area it sharply hit. How much the flesh beneath caved was wholly dictated by the intensity of the swing, when the consistency of her back facing assets made them so pliant.

This mockery of an attack didn't make her yelp. She was better than that. The way half of her angry little face contorted gave away that she felt it though. Rather clearly at that. An urge to rub her buttocks? Yeah, it was there too, dismissed by the well-disciplined Arisa. "Stop toying," the big sister said, cold and without emotion like she was known to be. She spun to face the fiend. Sword or not, she intended to make him regret touching her sister, comprehend that he made a grandiose mistake.

Her kimono sat loosely around the back of her neck. Like it was supposed to be really, to mark some elegance with an exposed nape. It made the collar a convenient spot to grab her from. The heftiness of her features was relative. Otherwise she wasn't a large person. For someone trained, it wouldn't be a great feat of strength to lift and toss her around.

The silk fabric screeched when yanked. The tugging loosened the obi and the waist tie hiding beneath. The V formed by the overlaps deepened, the newfound cleavage hinting at mounds more humble than her four-year-younger sibling's.

Her pretty kimono didn't make the fall aesthetic. Following a dull thud, she found herself on the floor, staring at the ceiling. "Gck-" The pain shot through her spine. She arched her back, her stomach thrusting up before eventually settling again. "Tate, baka.." Squeezing her small fists, Arisa got to her feet with a hurried but smooth motion. She pulled one of her legs back, raising a hand with her fingers outstretched. Her narrowed eyes scanned him for weaknesses. Everyone had those. Everyone.

"What?.. That's the wrong ho-Ha-Agh!"

Her sister's voice was vivid and loud, hitting her from behind like an arrow. It was also an invisible leash tied to her neck, pulling Arisa towards the screen in the back. Seeing it, a first time violation, her hands raced over her face as the haunted brunette looked down and away.

 

[Verse]

He was elated to see the strike of the sheath landing. He thought Arisa was better built for this kind of punishment than Maya. The flesh there was receptive to the whack from the scabbard and the explosion of jiggles was generous and promising. He had quite the plan for that buttock and it's neighbor. She was not that deterred but he knew that it had at least affected her. What kind of a villain was he, if he could not handle the likes of this silk clad intruder?

He didn't wait long after. Maybe the disturbance of being spanked was still giving him an advantage. If not then the rest of his physical superiority would. He rushed at her and took her kimono. He made a point out of not just pulling her over himself, and doing so rather her easily, but also to slam her ruthlessly on the floor and, before letting go, tugging cruelly upward in the flap he was holding, this increasing the partition of the robe. He knew the limitations of her power and reaction speed now. And he knew he could overcome it.

He grinned when she coughed and suffered audibly on the ground. Pretty things have pretty misery. It was so enticing, hurting the cocky woman, and it certainly slowed down her bravado. With Maya, he'd trusted coercion and a kind of dark charm, but it seemed he didn't have to be so subtle with this older sibling. She had forced her way into his home, and so would he into her body.

After her initial pain, she shot up. His sadistic inclinations were engaged, and so was his competitive nature. For a moment she took a rather intimidating stance. He was ready for a fight, until she was distracted by her sister becoming sodomized. Or, rather, distressed by it. While the sound all but crumpled Arisa, it brought out pride and pleasant memories for Sakuya.

She turned her back. She even covered her face. It was easy for him to come at her from behind when her sensibilities had stunned her. He grabbed the shoulders of her kimono and yanked them down to the height of her elbows, effectively incapacitating her arms before thrusting his knee to the back of both of hers to make her kneel on the floor.

If all of this was successful, he would disrobe her completely but keep the belt, which he would tie her wrists with quickly, behind her back. This would leave her on her knees and with her hands without use. And depending on how faithful she'd been to the traditional clothing, her chest may be entirely exposed, too.