Summer Project

The twin sisters lounged lazily on the couch. Amélie sat with her sleek black bob framing her face, swallowed by an oversized black sweater. Lilith, wearing nothing but an oversized tee, lay stretched out beside her, head pillowed comfortably in her twin's lap. Pale fingers drifted idly through long black strands while both pairs of golden eyes stayed locked on the flickering screen.

Lilith let out a soft, contented sigh.

"Amy?"

"Yes, Lily?"

"I want a schoolgirl," Lilith murmured, nuzzling deeper into her sister's lap.

Amélie's fingers paused in the long black strands. "Huh? Okay, I can ask Sofie for a threesome. I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

"No, it's not what I meant." Lilith shifted, rolling slightly so she could look up at her sister. "I want to have my own schoolgirl for a while, like you gather yours."

Amélie blinked once, then let out a soft huff of amusement. "Huh... Fine, fine, then I'll ask her to be with you for a few days."

"Amy!" Lilith's voice rose in playful exasperation. "You know what I mean."

A low chuckle rumbled in Amélie's throat. "Alright, Lily, I get it. You want to find your own girl. The personal one." She tilted her head, studying her twin's face. "But where did this come from? Tired of club hookups?"

"Not exactly." Lilith's lips curved. "You see, I have a project in mind..."

"Oh?" Amélie reached for the remote without looking away and clicked pause. The room fell quieter, the frozen movie frame casting faint blue light across their faces. "What project, sister dearest?"

Lilith lifted her head from Amélie's lap and sat up properly, brushing long black hair back over one shoulder. Her yellow eyes glinted with something sharp and eager. "I want to turn a schoolgirl into my little doll."

Amélie's eyebrow arched slowly. "How exactly?"

A small, wicked smirk tugged at Lilith's mouth. "Here are some hints. My greatest hobby... and my favorite restraint."

Amélie frowned as she pondered for a couple of seconds. Then, her eyes widened in realization, and her mouth curved into a smile. "Oh. Oh my..." Amélie snorted, the sound half-laugh, half-disbelief. "That's evil. And a bit concerning, too... Okay, not just a bit, you little sicko. But I know you - you're not going to break that "doll", are you?"

"Of course not!" Lilith protested and leaned forward. "Daily melatonin so she's cutely drowsy all the time, and something strong just a few times as a surprise. Something that will make her pliant... or horny... or both." Her hand found Amélie's thigh and began a slow, gentle caress. Amélie's legs parted slightly on instinct a second after. "Keep her in a comfy straitjacket all day," Lilith continued, voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur, "with a vibe in her pussy, while I whisper sweet nothings in her ear..." The hand smoothly shifted to the inner side. "And after the play, I'll take good care of her, arranging a proper few-week detox... and that's it! It'll be like she was never drugged at all." Lilith withdrew her hand and offered an innocent smile, as though she hadn't been groping her sister's thigh just a moment ago.

Amélie exhaled a shaky laugh and turned her reddened face away. "Hah! You make it sound so appealing, so easy, though you know it's not." She turned her head back and met Lilith's gaze steadily. "You understand that it's likely that she'll hate you forever, later after the "play" has ended, right?"

"Then I need to make sure that she'll love it instead." Lilith waved a hand. "Don't be picky, it's just a general outline of my plan."

Amélie rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched. "Fine, I'll believe you on that part, oh great drug expert. But the other thing is bothering me."

Lilith tilted her head. "What thing?"

"Why a schoolgirl? Why not a graduate?"

Lilith shrugged. "I just want a younger one, not an adult, and that's it." Her tone was matter-of-fact. "You too could've target freshmen or free young adults, but instead you're seducing poor innocent high-schoolers."

"Alright, you're in the teens phase too..." Amélie conceded with a small smirk. "But take logistics into account. Schoolgirls are regularly coming to school, you know?"

"Pfft, obviously."

"Being groggy all day will make it pretty difficult to attend school. And parents will start asking questions. Do you want this headache? Ibuprofen won't help there."

"I know, I know." Lilith waved her hands in defense. "But it's almost summer already. Summer vacation, you know? The favorite time of any student."

"Right. About two months of freedom from school." Amélie nodded slowly. "Still, parental supervision and social ties. You really think no one notices a teenager suddenly acting like a zombie for two months straight?"

"True." Lilith tapped her chin. "Then I'll have to find an unsupervised, wild little thing. Free from parents and friends, wanting an adventure. And she just needs to live with us for a while... away from prying eyes."

"In theory... Sure, sugar mommy." Amélie's lips twitched. "But you'll have to filter lots of people to find a willing candidate."

"Lots of people in clubs come and go through my hands anyway."

Amélie's laugh was soft and knowing. "Hah, "come" and go..."

"Yup. Lots of loud comings." Lilith grinned. "So?"

"Well," said Amélie and poked the tip of her sister's nose, "I can't help but think of a monkey and a typewriter."

Lilith blinked, then pouted like a child who had been denied her favorite candy. "Huummph..."

"Don't make that face." Amélie's hand slid to caress Lilith's cheek, thumb brushing softly. "You have a small window before the vacation starts."

Lilith leaned into caressing. "Right... Guess I need to start searching now, before it's too late."

Amélie caught Lilith's chin abruptly, tilting her face up. "Adamant about it, huh?"

"Yes!" Lilith's eyes sparkled. "But... what about making the filter less strict?"

Amélie tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

"Like, you mentioned parental supervision. Let's allow those who have caring parents. A girl can always lie that she moved to live with a "friend", or found a "job in other city"."

Amélie released Lilith's face gently. "Cunning. I guess that makes your job a bit easier. But you and your doll will have to manage those lies."

"Oh, I'm sure." Lilith's smile turned sly. "If I find a freaky girl who wants this that badly, she'll lie her pretty little ass off to make it work."

Amélie laughed under her breath. "God, you're adorable when you're delusional."

"Says the woman with three high-schoolers on speed-dial."

"Touché."

Their laughter mingled, soft and warm. Then they leaned in at the same moment, mouths meeting in a slow, deep kiss, tongues dancing. When they parted, neither spoke. Amélie simply picked up the remote again, pressed play, and Lilith settled back into her lap, head resting once more against her sister's thigh.

The movie resumed, filling the room with sound and light, while pale fingers returned to their idle exploration through long black hair.