Surrogate 1 – These Violent Delights

Most people would find it unusual to receive a text asking them to come alone to an unfamiliar location at two in the morning.  But most people didn’t have Alyssa for a sister.

Lauren Reynolds

Lauren parked her car on the street, and triple checked that she’d locked the doors before stepping away from it.  She’d never been in this part of downtown before, but judging from the crumbling architecture, obscene graffiti, and empty storefronts, it was neither the nicest nor safest neighborhood her sister could have chosen for a meetup.

She wasn’t alone on the streets, even at such a late hour, and she received more than one catcall as she walked the short distance from her car to the address she’d been given, which she was unsurprised to discover was a bar.  The interior was dark, smoky, and filled with rough looking men who leered at her when she came in.  “Who ordered the whore?” one of them asked, and vicious laughter filled the air.

“You here looking for some shots, baby?” asked another.  “Why don’t you get down on your knees so I can whip you up a nice, thick cumshot. You’ll love the way it slides down your throat, I promise!”

Lauren ignored their crude comments, scanning the room for her sister.  She found her in one corner of the bar, alone and nursing a drink.  “You… you changed your hair…” Lauren said, shocked.

“So what?” Alyssa said defensively, touching her new hairstyle with one hand.  “I felt like a new look.  What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing,” Lauren assured her.  “It looks great on you. ” She didn’t voice that the reason it had so surprised her was that Alyssa’s hair now looked remarkably similar to her own.  Alyssa had never much liked having a twin sister, and wouldn’t appreciate the comparison.  Instead she asked, “So how can I help?”

“Well, first you can sit down and have a drink with your sister,” Alyssa said cheerfully.  “Come on! We haven’t seen each other in ages.”

That was because Alyssa rarely talked to Lauren unless she needed something.  And if she was trying to cozy up to her first, she must be building up to asking for a really big favor this time.  Still, Lauren welcomed the chance to spend some time with her sister, whatever her ulterior motives might be.  She still regretted that they’d never been close as children,  despite being twins.  Alyssa had always resented having a sister to be compared against, especially one that got straight As and obeyed their parents.  Alyssa had little interest in either of those things and even less in hearing “if your sister can do it, so can you.”

Growing up, she’d taken her frustrations out on Lauren in the form of bullying.  Stealing Lauren’s homework assignments to claim them as her own, “accidentally” breaking Lauren’s most cherished possessions, sharing embarrassing secrets with boys that Lauren had a crush on, that sort of thing.  Lauren had actually spent most her childhood terrified of her twin sister.

But they were adults now, and all that was just kid stuff from the past.  They were living their own lives, and Lauren wanted Alyssa to be a part of hers.  That’s why she never hesitated to help her sister, even when it meant loaning money that she knew would never be repaid, or showing up to awful places like this bar.  She knew that despite Alyssa’s faults, she had the potential to be a good person, and Lauren was happy to help her sister get there.

So she sat down with Alyssa and sipped at a virgin sunset, while her sister worked on another whiskey.  “You still seeing that cute guy you had last time?” Alyssa asked.  “Matthew?”

“Michael,” Lauren corrected gently.

“Yeah, Michael, I knew that.  You still seeing Mikey?”

“Yes, we actually celebrated our third-anniversary last month.  It’s been a little difficult lately, what with the long hours he’s always working at the hospital, but we make it work.”

Alyssa perked up at the word “hospital.” “Ooh, you scored yourself a doctor?”

“Well, no.  He’s an APRN.”

“And what the hell is that?”

“Advanced practice registered nurse.  Basically, he’s responsible for-“

“He’s a nurse?!” Alyssa interrupted, grinning.  “You’re dating a male nurse?!  Does he wear, like, a frilly pink uniform all day, and one of those hats?”

“No,” Lauren said.  “He used to wear scrubs, but these days his father has him transitioning to a more managerial role, so-“

“Wait wait wait,” interrupted Alyssa again.  “What’s his dad got to do with anything?”

“His father is the director of the hospital.”

Alyssa’s eyes lit up.  “Oh SHIT, that must mean his family is fucking loaded.  Now I see why you’re giving it up to a male nurse.” She leaned in and spoke confidentially.  “You gotta make sure you got him locked down.  Start poking holes in his condoms, or even better, tell him you’re on birth control, and he doesn’t need to use them anymore.  Guys always jump at the chance to ride bareback.  You just get him to squirt one little baby in you, and you are set for LIFE!”

Lauren recoiled, not sure which part of her sister’s statement disgusted her more.  “I’m not… for starters, we haven’t even…” She forced herself to calm down.  If she let things escalate with Alyssa, it would only end with her sister stomping out.  “We both agreed that we wanted to wait until marriage.”

Alyssa stared at her, open-mouthed.  “Three years, and you haven’t even…” She made a crude gesture with both hands.  “Damn, I’m about ready to burst if I go three weeks without a dick in me!  Three YEARS…! Wait, you have done it with other guys, though, right?”  Lauren felt her face heating up, and Alyssa erupted into peals of laughter that made some of the other patrons glance over at them.  “God, Lauren, you don’t know what you’re missing! Seriously!”

Alyssa swept her arm in a wide arc, indicating the rest of the bar.  “You ask any guy here, and they’ll be happy to help you out!  Hell, if they knew they’d be popping a cherry, they’d probably start killing each other for the chance to be the first one between your legs.  Mikey wouldn’t ever even have to know.  You up for it?”

Lauren tried to keep her face from showing the horror and revulsion she felt at her sister’s suggestion.  “No… no thank you,” she said firmly.  Then, eager to change the subject, she asked: “so why else did you bring me here, other than to share drinks?”

Alyssa looked down.  “Welllll,” she said slowly.  “I got myself into a little bit of trouble with some folks over a misunderstanding, and now they’re kinda after me.”

“After you? Is this, are they some sort of gang?”

“Yeah, sorta.  It’s the police.”

Lauren let out a long breath.  This wasn’t the first time Alyssa had tangled with the law.  Lauren had bailed her out of jail no less than three times, and she’d always seemed unconcerned with the line between legal and illegal.  But this was the first time she’d done something that got her actively pursued by the authorities.  “Oh, Alyssa…” she said.

Her twin held up her hands.  “I just need a place to stay for a couple days, alright?  That’s all.  Just long enough for things to cool down a little.”

“Alyssa…” Lauren tried to choose her words carefully.  “I’m worried about you – About the path your life is heading down.” She saw Alyssa readying an angry retort, and quickly said “I’m not trying to lecture you.  I just want to help you.  You’re my sister, Alyssa, and I love you, and I want to see you be happy.  This, what you’ve been doing the last few years… that’s not happiness.  Sooner or later, things are going to go too far.  You’ll get in over your head.”

“I can take care of myself,” Alyssa said stubbornly, but there was no heat to her tone.

“I know,” Lauren told her, “but you don’t have to.  Let Michael and I help support you.  Look, I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, and you can stay with us as long as you want, but I want you to at least think about turning yourself in.”

“What?!” Alyssa snapped, half rising from the table.  “I’m not gonna-“

“Just think about it, okay?” Lauren urged.  “You need a change in your life.  You need a fresh start.  I know it’s terrifying, and I understand if you can’t do it, but if you do, Michael and I will do everything we can to help. I’m sure his father knows a good lawyer who’d make sure you get a fair sentence and proper treatment, and when you got out, if you had to serve any time at all, we’d help you get back on your feet.  Please, Alyssa – let us help you.  We’re your family.”

Her sister was silent for a long minute.  “I just have to think about it?” she said finally.

“That’s all,” Lauren confirmed.  “The decision would be up to you, and we’ll support you either way.”

“I…” In the dim bar light, Alyssa looked more exhausted than Lauren had ever seen her.  “Yeah, that, that sounds nice, actually.  A fresh start.  I’d kill for one of those.”

“Why don’t I bring you back home?” Lauren suggested.  “You can get a good night’s rest in our guest room, and then we’ll take you out to breakfast in the morning and talk things over, all three of us.”

“Yeah, okay.”  Alyssa rose from her seat, a little wobbly, and Lauren helped her walk to the door.  Her sister leaned on her shoulder as they went outside, the cool night air wonderful after being cooped up in the hot, foul-smelling bar.

The streets were quieter now, but not completely empty.  A lanky man with a bald head and gang markings leered at the two of them from across the street.  “A matching pair of pussy!” he said eagerly.  “I love it! Why don’t you come party with me tonight, ladies?  My boys got more than enough dick for ALL your holes!”  To Lauren’s disgust and horror, she saw that he already had his cock out, and was stroking himself while he grinned at the two of them.  “Yeah, you like what you see, dontcha?” he asked, enjoying her reaction.  “It’ll fill you RIGHT up!”

Lauren shrank away from him, but her sister just laughed.  “Give me a break. You and your ‘boys’ wouldn’t even know what to do with this.”  She smacked her own ass.  “Go wag that limp dick of yours at someone else.”

The man cursed at them as they kept walking.  “You shouldn’t have antagonized him like that,” Lauren whispered.  “What if he tries to do something?”

Alyssa snorted.  “Assholes like him are all talk. You stand up to them, and they back down like the cowards they are.  Trust me.”

They reached the car without further incident, and Lauren helped Alyssa into the passenger seat.  “Hey, Lauren?” Alyssa asked as Lauren settled into the driver’s seat.


“Thank you,” Alyssa said.  “I mean it.”  She leaned forward and spread her arms out for a hug.

Lauren’s vision blurred with tears as she embraced her twin.  “You’re welcome, Alyssa,” she said.  “I lo-“

She stiffened as the knife sunk into her back, right next to her spine.  It felt impossibly cold, more like ice than metal.  “I really do need a fresh start,” Alyssa told her softly, her lips at her sister’s ear.  “And a change in my life.  So I’m gonna take yours, k?”

“But…” Lauren coughed, and what came out was wet and red.  “But… but I…”

Alyssa softly shushed her as she pulled her sister out of the driver’s seat and into the passenger one.  Lauren sat there in a daze, head against the window, as Alyssa got out of the car to go around, still not understanding what was going on.  Why was it so cold all of a sudden?

“We’ll just dump you off somewhere nice,” Alyssa said cheerfully as she took over the driver’s seat.  “They’ll find you in the morning.  Poor Alyssa, out wandering the dangerous streets at night, got herself caught up in a mugging gone wrong.”

It was colder still, and dark – so dark Lauren could barely see.  “Puh… pleaaaase… ” she managed.  Why was it so difficult to make her lips move?

Alyssa smiled at her.  “Oh, and don’t worry,” she said, her words coming from somewhere far, far away.  “I’ll take real good care of Mikey for you.”

Lauren struggled to stay, to plead with her sister one last time, but it was too late.  Everything faded away until there was only the cold and the darkness.

Michael Ramsay

Most people would find it unusual that someone could get so upset about the death of someone like Alyssa. But most people didn’t have Lauren for a fiance.

Michael sat on the ground outside of the bathroom, waiting with his back against the wall, hanging his head as he cried softly, helplessly. The funeral was nice enough – Alana had planned it from her bed, even if she couldn’t be there. Cancer was like that. There weren’t too many people, but those that were there were all for Lauren.

He had never met Alyssa, but he felt like he knew her. Not from Lauren – the woman he was going to marry never had anything bad to say about her twin – but from working in the hospital, taking care of her mother. Three years. More than three years Alana had been in and out of the hospital, and he had never once seen her daughter Alyssa come to see her. Lauren was too kind-hearted… Michael knew what sort of daughter, what sort of sister, she must be.

Still, the funeral wasn’t half over when Lauren, crying, had excused herself and run to the church’s bathroom. That what he was doing here now, listening to the distant sounds of the pastor through the open door while he waited for Lauren. It didn’t matter to his fiance how bad a person her twin might have been… she had loved her anyway. It was one of the things that he loved about her, in turn.

The door creaked open, and Lauren stepped out, seeming surprised to find him there. “Hey,” she said.

Lauren was a beautiful woman, but right now she looked… awful. She had rings under her eyes like she hadn’t been sleeping, she looked stressed, her makeup blotchy from where she had cried. For all of that, she was still the most beautiful woman Michael had ever seen. “Hey yourself,” he said, rising up. “You alright?”

Lauren looked out the door, towards the funeral. “It’s just…” she said, looking away, back to him. “Too much, you know?” she chuckled a little, shaking her head. “I still can’t believe Mom didn’t come,” she said, sounding annoyed. “Alyssa’s her daughter, after all. She deserves to be mourned properly.”

That was the frustration and grief talking – Michael knew that. He didn’t hold it against her. “Your Mom… she can barely walk anymore Lauren. You know she can’t leave the house.”

Lauren looked down. “Yeah, I know… but it’s not fair. She’s Alyssa’s Mom, too…”

Outside, they could hear people talking as the burial wrapped up. “You want to go out and heave some dirt?” he asked, trying to make it lighthearted enough not to make her upset but not be disrespectful… it was a thin line to walk, but it had been three years.

His fiance chuckled and smiled at him, and God if she wasn’t the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. “Thanks… but I just don’t think I can face any more of this. Can… Can you take me home, Michael?”

He smiled and nodded, not especially upset to be leaving Alyssa’s funeral. God forgive him, but Lauren would have a better life now that she was gone.

Lauren was strangely silent for most of the drive home, but Michael didn’t question it much – she wasn’t crying, and that was a good sign. Michael hated watching women cry, and Lauren was the worst that way. Watching the beautiful blonde, the woman he loved, weep the last few days had been agonizing, but he had let her cry, comforting her when he could. It had been all he could do.

Once back in their apartment, Michael stripped out of his good clothing while Lauren vanished into the bathroom again. They’d been sharing this apartment for the last year, and it had always made Lauren a little uncomfortable… not to be living with him, but rather just how expensive the place was. She had always protested how it was too much, how she felt guilty letting him pay for her to live here while she could barely contribute anything to the expenses. Michael had always laughed at the concern. It wasn’t his money – it was family money. He knew well how fortunate he was, but money wasn’t important to him – he would have loved Lauren if she didn’t have a dime to her name. He had enough for them both.

When Lauren came out wearing only underwear, it didn’t much surprise him. Lauren was innocent, not prudish – she flirted and played, and had no difficulty showing off her body to him. He had seen more of her than what was showing now. What did surprise him, however, was the type of underwear. Dark lace that showed vividly against her pale skin, gauzy fabric that seemed to reveal dozens of patches of what it hid… he had seen her buy lingerie like that, but never seen her actually wear it… she had blushed viciously even when buying it.

“Michael…” she whispered, sliding onto the couch next to him. “Can… can you just hold me for a minute?”

He eagerly wrapped his arm around her, pulling the half-naked girl against him. The air was cool, but she felt hot against his skin through the clothing. They sat there for a while, Lauren shaking softly like with sobs, though Michael didn’t notice any tears in her eyes. “It’s probably the funeral reception by now,” he said quietly.

“Yeah…” Lauren agreed, sobbing again. It sounded almost like a chuckle if he didn’t know better. “So young… I can’t believe she’s gone…” She wiped at her eyes, though Michael saw no tears. “She never got to fall in love. To marry. To have children…” she let her voice trail off… then she turned to meet his eyes with her gorgeous gaze. “Michael… I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “What do you…”

Lauren sobbed again but smiled a little. “Michael, its been three years. You’ve been patient, but it took me this long to realize what a silly little twit I’ve been. I could die tomorrow, love… you could die tomorrow. Life is too short, and I’m not going to make my sister’s mistakes. I’ve waited long enough to be with you.”

Michael felt unsure… they had discussed this, more than a year ago, and Lauren had been so sure of what she wanted… but that had been before her sister’s death. “Please, Michael,” Lauren whispered. “I need this. I need you. I can’t stop seeing her laying there and thinking she’ll never get this chance, I can’t waste it. I know what I want, and it’s you.”

Michael still wasn’t convinced, but she kissed him then, her lips soft and demanding, and all his reservations melted away.  He kissed her back, her hands already fumbling with his shirt.  She peeled it off of him and began to slide her hands up and down his chest.  “God you’re so sexy,” she murmured as their mouths separated, her breathing a little heavy.  “All these years, such a waste…”

Lauren wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down with her until she was lying on the couch with him above her. They kissed again, her tongue meeting his, and then she was tugging off his pants while he took off her bra.  He’d seen her breasts before, touched them, but not like this, not with her soft and warm and inviting beneath him, her fingers stroking him through his underwear.  She gasped, back arching, as his mouth found her nipple.

He teased her like that for several minutes, basking in the heat of her body as he used his lips and tongue and fingers to produce little animal noises of pleasure from her.  She was as enthusiastic as he was, her legs sliding against his own, her fingernails running over his back, her mouth eager and hungry.

He didn’t even notice her taking off his boxers, not until he felt her smooth fingers cradle him.  “I want this,” she told him, looking straight into his eyes as she played with him.  “Please, Mikey…”

Michael had expected that they’d pause first so that he could go find a condom, but he couldn’t say no to that plea.  He slid her panties down her long, beautiful legs, and then began to explore her with his fingers.  She was already soaking, and her slit accepted his digits easily.  “W-wait,” she said between pants.  “Wait… before we go any further, I… I need to tell you something.  I’m, I’m not actually a… a virgin…”

Michael swallowed down the hurt he felt at her words.  It wasn’t that he cared whether she was a virgin or not; he hadn’t been one when they’d met either.  But for years, Lauren had told him that she was one, and the lie stung.  That kind of deception wasn’t like her at all.  But… he supposed she’d been too scared to tell him, worried that he would think less of her for it.  He felt a pang of guilt; this was his fault, then, for not making her feel safe enough to tell him until now.  So he just kissed her and told her, “That’s okay, Lauren. I don’t care who else you’ve been with. I just care about you… I love you…”

She helped guide him into her, warm and wet.  Her flesh sucked at him, its silky grip so intense that he nearly finished before he began.  It took all his willpower to hold back, determined to give her at least as much pleasure as he received.  He pulled out of her and then sank back in, establishing an achingly slow rhythm that made them both quiver with need.

Her fingernails were still running over his back, but not as light as before.  They pressed into his skin now, the sensation painful but also deeply satisfying.  Her legs were wrapped around him, and she met his every thrust with her own.  Her breath quickened into little moaning pants, and the sound alone would have made him rock hard if he wasn’t already.

“Pleeaaaaseee,” she whined, the movement of her hips growing faster, more urgent. “With me… finish with me…”  He obeyed, his own movements speeding up, pumping in and out of her wetness.

Lauren let out a cry as he began to cum, his hot seed spilling into her, and her body shook in the throes of its own orgasm.  He embraced her while pleasure overcame both of them until there was only their ragged breaths and her hot skin against his own, his soft member still inside her.

She kissed him again, the action slow and lazy this time, enjoying the taste of him.  “See?” she said, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.  “All these years, we could have been enjoying that.  What a waste… we’ll just have to make up for lost time, won’t we?”  She rocked her hips against him, and Michael felt his body respond, growing stiff once more.

“So you two have set a date?” Alana said, smiling. “That’s wonderful!”

Michael smiled at his soon-to-be mother-in-law, chuckling while Lauren held out her hand, showing off the new ring she had picked out. She’s been acting a bit strangely in the last few weeks since her sister died, but that was understandable… grief did odd things to people. She was still his Lauren, and he knew it… even if she was somewhat wilder in bed that he had been anticipating. Not that that was a bad thing, by any means. She had taken to buying things to take her mind off it, too… the new ring was only one example. It was no problem for Michael, it was only money, but it was strange to see her care so much about her rings and necklaces and dresses. At moments like this, though, when she was smiling and showing them off to her mother, he couldn’t worry about that… he couldn’t do anything but be happy.

“3 months!” she said excitedly. “I can’t wait. We decided on a destination weddings in Hawaii… I’ve always wanted to go. And this way, after we’re done, we don’t need to go anywhere for the honeymoon… we just need to tell the guests to take a hike before we kick back and enjoy the beach!”

“I never knew you liked the beach so much Lauren,” Alana said, a happy smile on her face. Michael wasn’t actually in charge of her as a patient since she had left the hospital, but he had cared for the woman for more than a year, and he still checked up on her… he knew how many pain medications the woman was on. It was amazing she could smile like that for her daughter, but she still seemed genuinely pleased. They both knew the day was coming and soon when Alana wouldn’t be there anymore, her DNR was signed and notarized, but for the moment she was strong for her daughter.

Lauren shrugged. “It’s not like I can go to a beach around here,” she said with a grin. “Unless I wanted to swim through plastic.” She stuck out her tongue.

“We’ll have a smaller ceremony for you, too,” Michael promised. “In case you aren’t up for traveling.”

“For Hawaii, I might make them let me,” Alana said with a chuckle. “My nurse is nowhere near as good at you, Michael. She doesn’t let me have any fun.”

He put a hand on her arm. “You know your heart isn’t up for it anymore.” His voice had humor in it, but he was still serious and firm… just because he didn’t actively see patients anymore since he started working in the administration side didn’t mean his bedside manner had disappeared. “You need to take care of yourself.”

“Bah,” Alana laughed. “They have me on so many pills I could start my own pharmacy tomorrow. My heart’s as strong as it ever was, promise.”

“Just the same Mom,” Lauren said. “We need you to take care of yourself. We’ll do something here for you.”

Alana’s face fell, just a little. “Alyssa always used to call me mom,” she said quietly. “I can’t believe she’s gone. I hope she finds peace, wherever she is now. You know your sister had a hard time of it, here,” she said sadly. “She never could find her place in this world, like you have. I’m sorry God took her from us, but he’ll give her a home. I’m even more glad he left you with me.”

Michael winced. Lauren was still very sensitive about her twin sister. He glanced over, but just found Lauren smiling and nodding. “I am too,” she said softly. “Mikey… can I have a minute? I want to show my mom something… girl stuff.”

Simply glad that Lauren hadn’t gotten upset, Michael let out his breath and nodded. “Of course. I want to go talk to Rebecca, anyway.” Michael headed out the door and down the stairs of the house, looking for the live-in nurse to get a more medical update in his future mother-in-law. He hadn’t found her yet by the time Lauren started screaming for help.

Six weeks later, Michael lay in bed with Lauren, running a hand softly over her naked side while she breathed softly, deeply asleep after the orgasm she’d had. Michael marveled at his fiance’s strength, at her beauty. The poor woman’s life had taken such a disastrous turn… she had lost first her twin, and then her mother within weeks. It had affected her strongly enough that her grades had apparently slipped severely in her master’s program, and she’d needed to put in for a leave of absence. Sometimes he found her up at night, away in bed and just staring off into space… but he never found her crying.

She was so strong, so brave, and he loved her so much. Idly he played one hand through her hair. They had needed a second funeral, right on the wake of the first. A heart attack, just like her chart predicted. By the time anyone had gotten there, it was too late… even if she had wanted it, instead of wanting to live out her last months of life in dignity.

She wouldn’t ever get to see her daughter married, but at least she had gotten to know that it would happen. To see her Lauren happy. That was something. It would have to be enough.

Lauren was already talking about children. That really wasn’t a huge surprise to him… they had already discussed it more than a year ago. They both wanted children. Maybe it was the wake of all the death, but Lauren seemed very eager to get started. She had been especially… energetic… the last few nights and his cock still tingled pleasantly. He smiled at the memory. Lauren really was the perfect woman, even if her grief was bothering her. She would get past it, she could move on, she would…

His hand stopped near the base of her neck, two fingers stroking over her skin. He moved his fingers up, then down, and then in little circles, feeling for the expected depression in the skin and not finding it. Confused, Michael shifted his position on the bed slightly, taking hold of her long blonde hair and gently, so as not to disturb her sleep, he lifted it up and peered at the unblemished skin between her shoulder blades.

What the hell?

Alyssa Reynolds

Alyssa had never imagined it would be so easy to get away with murder.

Television had trained her to just assume that whenever someone died, a tiny army of grizzled cops and quirky detectives would fall upon the scene, chasing down every last clue and lead until they’d sussed out the truth.  But real life was completely different.  All you had to do was spend just a few minutes covering your tracks, and everyone was more than happy to take what they found at face value.

Like with Lauren.  If Alyssa had known that all it would take to get that holier than thou bitch off her back for good was to stick a knife in her and dump her somewhere with her purse emptied, she would’ve done it years ago.  Of course, if she’d done that, she’d never have found her new husband…

“What’s got you smiling?” Mikey asked from the driver’s seat.  He didn’t take his eyes off the road, but he reached over to rest a hand on her leg and squeeze it gently.

“What doesn’t have me smiling?” Alyssa said.  “That wedding…” She purred at the memory.  “It was wonderful.”

“Dad really pulled out all the stops,” Mikey agreed.  “That catering alone must have cost a fortune!  And to find such a perfect spot on the beach, and hire all those musicians!  I think he might adore you even more than I do.”

That wasn’t what Alyssa had been thinking of, but she didn’t bother correcting him.  No, what had made the wedding wonderful was how hilarious it had been.  The catering and the beach and the musicians had all been for Lauren, just like her beautiful wedding dress and handsome husband.  So many people had come to celebrate the happiest day of Lauren’s life and give her gifts and pass on their good wishes.  And the stuck up little cunt hadn’t gotten to appreciate any of it.  She got to rot in the ground while Alyssa enjoyed it all in her place.  Just like she deserved.

All through childhood Lauren had tormented her twin sister.  She always had to be the smart one, the popular one, the one her parents liked best.  No matter what the category, Alyssa had always found herself in second place.  And worst of all was the way Lauren would rub it in her face.  She’d act so kind and sweet and understanding, as though Alyssa was too stupid to see the way Lauren looked down on her.  It had been humiliating, and no matter what Alyssa did to try and make her sister admit the truth, she just kept feigning innocence while laughing at her on the inside.

But Alyssa had won in the end.  She’d won Lauren’s entire life, wrapped up in a neat little bow.  Even the wedding vows: Lauren, I swear to love you forever…  Lauren, I swear that no one else will ever take your place in my heart… it had been all she could do not to laugh out loud while Mikey had delivered them.

She put her hand over his.  “How much farther to the beach house?”

“Only about twenty more minutes,” he told her.  And then, apologetically, “Sorry it’s so out of the way.  We wanted a place that wasn’t going to be bogged down by tourists.”

Alyssa shook her head.  “No no, that’s perfect.  Glad I don’t have to worry about anyone… overhearing us.” She moved his hand to be between her legs, and was pleased to see her new husband’s cock making a tent in his pants.  She hadn’t expected to like her sister’s fiance so much.  She’d figured she’d stick with him long enough to get knocked up, then milk him for everything he was worth.  Well, she still wanted to milk him, but it wasn’t just his money she had in mind… she used her other hand to gently stroke his bulge.  She mentally thanked Lauren for finding such a perfect specimen, a man with a voracious appetite and a lovely cock that he knew just how to use.  Not that the dumb bitch had ever gotten to see that for herself.

She deftly unzipped his pants with one hand and fished him out.  As she’d seen, he was already rock hard as she wrapped her hand around him and stroked up and down, enjoying the warm firmness of his shaft against her palm.  “Th-that’s dangerous,” Mikey said, his face flushed.  “Got-got pay attention to the road.”

“You take care of the road, sweetie,” Alyssa told him, “and let me take care of you.”  She leaned down and took him into her mouth, tongue flicking against the head, and giggled as Mikey nearly ran them off the road before recovering.  It’s not like they weren’t in any real danger if he did.  They hadn’t seen another car in either direction for miles now, and there were no nearby trees to collide with.  She didn’t worry about it, focusing instead on the rich flavor of his cock as she lapped at him.  She’d always loved the taste of dick, and Mikey’s was no exception.  She liked to imagine she could taste her own juices on him too, though she knew he’d taken a shower just before they left the suite.  Last night, their wedding night, Lauren’s wedding night, had been fantastic.  Her pussy still ached pleasantly from all the exercise he’d given it; she’d been with a lot of men, and his was one of the thickest cocks she’d ever taken.  He always did such a nice job getting her all sopping wet, though, that there had never been the slightest pain.  A perfect gentleman.

Mikey groaned softly, and the hand that was still between her legs began to rub against her crotch.  Encouraged, she took him deeper into her mouth.  He was way too big to deepthroat, but she swallowed his head plus a couple inches, sucking on him gently while he continued massaging her, enjoying the way his shaft twitched from time to time.  The time passed pleasantly, and before she knew it, the car had slowed to a stop.  “We’re here,” Mikey said, his voice strained.

“Unh unh,” she said around him.  “Nawt yeht…”  She sucked on him harder, her head bobbing up and down.  The hand he’d been using to drive was in her hair now, stroking it as she pleasured him.  His other was still hard at work between her legs, where she could already tell she was soaked.  The wonderful situation continued for several more minutes before Mikey groaned, his hand now clutching her hair, and emptied himself into her mouth.  She swallowed it all eagerly, letting his hot seed slide down her throat.  When it was done, she lifted her head to look at him, licking her lips.  “Now you’re here,” she said with a grin.  “And you were delicious.”

She hadn’t decided yet whether she was going to kill him or not.

On the one hand, she did love all the benefits of her husband.  He was like a little puppy dog that did whatever she asked, crossed with a giant bag of money and a fat cock.  Alyssa didn’t know if she’d ever find a more perfect partner.  But on the other hand, keeping up the “Lauren” ruse got more tedious every day.  Soon she’d run out of excuses to stay away from grad school.  And she always seemed to be running into another complete stranger who’d known her sister, forcing her to carefully navigate the conversation without revealing that she didn’t know anything about them.  Once Mikey was gone, she could claim her half of his money and go travel to someplace where nobody knew either sister.

The decision to kill Mom had been much simpler to make.  Easier to pull off too, even easier than Lauren.  Everybody knew the old bitch already had one foot in the grave.  I’m even more glad He left you with me.  She’d already known that Mom loved Lauren more than her, but to hear her talk outright about how happy she was that Alyssa had been the one to die… it had been all she could do not to strangle her right then and there, even with Mikey next to her.  But she’d waited instead, until they had some private time together.

She had intended to do it with a pillow.  Suffocate the woman to death and let the docs assume that her body had just given up or something.  But Alyssa couldn’t help herself from telling Mom the truth first.  The way her eyes had widened when she realized which daughter she was talking to, the look on her face when Alyssa told her what it had felt like to stab her sister to death… it had been almost as good as the wedding.  And then the old bitch had given her one last present: a heart attack  All Alyssa had to do after that was put the pillow down and act innocent.  The stupid doctors hadn’t noticed a thing.

Two murders and not a soul in the world suspected her of either.  A third wouldn’t be difficult.  She’d give him a little time though, at least to the end of the honeymoon.  They had this great big beach house all to themselves, and she wasn’t going to deny herself the opportunity to spend the next week enjoying a tropical paradise with her boy toy.

Alyssa whistled as she got out of the car and saw their place for the first time.  “Shi-geez, this place is huge!  It’s like a freaking mansion!”

“It’s not that big,” Mikey said.  “Only three stories plus a basement.”

“Ooh, a basement!”  She bit her lower lip as she eyed him.  “Are there chains down there?  Maybe some cuffs for a naughty girl?”

“I think it’s mostly used for wine,” he said, smiling at her, “but we’ll see what we can do.”

“Mmm, yes please.”  They took their luggage out of the trunk and walked the short distance from the car to the beach house.  The inside was gorgeous, with huge windows offering a perfect view of the water.  The scent of the ocean made her itch to dive naked into the warm sea.

“I think I still remember where the drinks cabinet is,” Mikey told her.  “You relax while I go fix us something.”

“Make me something nice and sparkly,” she said.  “And make sure yours is something… hydrating.”  She embraced him tightly, her hips against his groin, and smiled as she felt the hardness there.  After the last couple of months, she wasn’t surprised to find him already prepared for another round, but it was always a delight.  “Somebody left his bride all hot and bothered in the car,” she said with a mock pout.  “I expect you to make it up to me when you come back.”

“Oh, absolutely,” he said, and kissed her before walking away.

By the time he returned, she’d found the master bedroom and slipped into something more comfortable.  Namely, nothing at all.  She beckoned him to where she laid waiting on smooth silk sheets.  “First I want to try out this bed,” she told him.  “And then take a nice dip in those waters.  You’ll join me, won’t you?” She touched her upper lip with the tip of her tongue.  “I’ve done it in the bathtub before, but I hear it’s even more amazing in the ocean.”

“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves,” Mikey said, though he was smiling.  He offered her one of the two drinks he carried.  “First, a toast.”

“And what are we toasting?” Alyssa asked as she accepted it.

Some of his smile faded.  “To the people who can’t be with us today.”

Alyssa almost asked him who he meant before she remembered she was supposed to still be grieving over both her sister and her mother.  Right.  She put on her best sad face and nodded, clinking her glass against his.  “To the people who can’t be with us today.”  That means you, Lauren, she said in her head.  If there’s an afterlife, I hope you’re up there right now, so you can watch me ride your fiance till he pops.  The alcohol tasted absolutely divine, and she downed it in one go.

“You really should have savored that,” Mikey said.  He’d taken only a small sip of his.

Alyssa waved his comment away with a grin.  There was always more where that came from.  “Now where were we?” she said, setting the empty glass down next to the bed.  “I think you were about to… to make up for…”  Her vision was suddenly swimming.  The drink couldn’t have had that much alcohol in it, right?  “I… I dohnnn…” she said fuzzily, her head spinning.

“It’s okay, Alyssa,” Mikey told her, taking another small sip of his drink.  “Just go to sleep.”

She did.

7 thoughts on “Surrogate 1 – These Violent Delights

  1. Holy… I was expecting to read some smut when I found this on another website but the story is very interesting! A shame Laura died early but boy are the twist and turns good!


    1. Hey I’m sorry somehow I didn’t see this until now 🙂

      I’m glad you enjoyed… there is a lot more coming. We try to write stories with characters you care about… and hate. Hope you enjoy it when more is posted


  2. You almost make Alyssa into an exagerrated caricature… almost. She remains believable and that is a very big plus.
    Eager to learn what happens next.
    By the way, best regards from our mutual friend.


    1. Tell him I say hi 🙂

      Alyssa was sort of an experiment in “how unsympathetic of a victim can I make that people will believe.” It’s one of those thing where she probably doesn’t deserve what happens to her… probably… but I have almost no sympathy for her, and I do feel for her abuser.


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