The concert in Beijing was over, the last notes of their latest hit fading into the roar of the enthusiastic crowd. Miko and Yumi, the twin pop sensations of By2, walked backstage, their bodies still humming from the energy of the performance. They were dressed in matching leather outfits, Miko in white and Yumi in black. The outfits accentuated their curves in all the right places, a result of intense gruelling training at the gym for months. The leather material clinging to their curves, their makeup slightly smudged from the heat of the stage and the exertion of their dance routines. This was the last series of concerts in which the twins were performing together as a duo, and the next night was going to be their very last concert together as By2, before they go their separate ways.
Backstage Bickering
Miko turned to her sister, her eyes flashing. “You were off tonight,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Your high notes were flat, and your dance moves were sloppy. You made us look like amateurs. Do better tomorrow night.”
Yumi’s eyes narrowed, her fists clenching at her sides. “Oh, please,” she scoffed. “You were the one who messed up the choreography. You’re the reason the audience was confused. And your singing was all over the place. You sounded like a dying cat.”
Miko’s face flushed with anger, her hands flying up to shove Yumi. “You’re just jealous because I outshone you tonight,” she spat. “Everyone noticed how much better I was.”
Yumi didn’t hesitate. She lunged forward, her own hands grabbing Miko’s breasts through her leather outfit. “You wish,” she snarled, shoving back. “You couldn’t carry a tune if it had handles.”
Miko stumbled back a step but immediately squared up to her sister. They both stood nose to nose, eyes glaring daggers at each other, their chests bulging and smashing together, as their muscles tensed up, in an intense stare down.
Time seemed to slow to a still as the twins grimaced at each other.
The Simmering Rivalry
For the last few months, at the gym workouts, at the rehearsals, at the actual concerts themselves, and post concert in the artiste room, the rivalry between the twin sisters had festered and grown. During workouts, they both stared at each other, silently challenging their twin to see who could lift the heavier weights, who could do more reps, who could stretch and bend more, who would stay longer on the treadmills. At the rehearsals, they each kept criticising the other’s singing and dance performances, each believing that they were superior and correct, until many times, their crew had to separate them before the angry twins actually came to blows.
During the performances, they too tried to outdo each other, asking their fans to scream their names, asking who was cuter, who was sexier, who could sing better, who could dance better, who was their favourite – but the fans being fans, loved the competition between the sisters, seeing it as harmless sibling rivalry for entertainment. Little did the fans know, that every minor victory one twin had over the other, made the rivalry even more intense and made the hatred grow deeper between the sisters. The little smirks and condescending looks they gave each other, during their song and dance performances, the occasional slight slap or digging of fingers into a claw on each other’s ass while they smiled to the fans singing shoulder to shoulder, the intense stares they gave while singing duets, even the embraces and hugs they gave each other on stage for the fans, were all mini-battlefields – to mash their breasts and bellies and thighs together in long hugs where they wrapped their arms around each other sweetly to crush their bodies together, rubbing their chests against each other.
Tonight, something changed – like something had finally snapped.
The Spontaneous Combustion
The twins reacted so suddenly but in perfect synch – they slapped each other’s face at the same exact time, the smack echoing down the backstage hall. They looked at each other in shock, but just a split second later, the shock had turned to anger. They resumed their slap fight, their hands flying faster than they could register, slapping at faces, breasts, arms, everywhere. Miko’s nails raked down Yumi’s cheek, drawing a thin line of red. Yumi retaliated by yanking Miko’s hair, pulling her head back with a sharp tug.
“You bitch,” Miko hissed, her free hand reaching up to grab Yumi’s breast, squeezing hard enough to make her sister yelp. Yumi responded by pinching Miko’s nipple through the thin fabric of her leather top, twisting until Miko cried out in pain and pleasure. The challenge was issued and received, as both sisters grabbed their enemy’s breasts and squeezed as hard as they could, then twisted them from side to side, then pinched the nipples and pulled, each trying to dish out as much pain as possible, only to receive the same in return. They moaned and cried out in pain, and after several agonizing minutes, they couldn’t take it and shoved each other away.
They took a few moments to catch their breath and massage their aching tits, but then they glared at each other again. The fire in their eyes, the flaring of their nostrils, they would not stop until they destroyed their lookalike in front of them.
They lunged together again, their bodies meeting with a loud splat. Their bodies were pressed together, their chests heaving as they grappled, their legs tangling together in a furious dance of their own. The leather outfits they wore were no match for the heat that was building between them, the friction of their bodies driving them wild. Soon rips and tears appeared as the furious catfight continued, even as they stumbled in a whirlwind of violence into their artiste dressing room. Through their struggle, they somehow managed to kick the door closed so they could finally resolve their differences in private.
Miko wasted no time and her hand slid down Yumi’s body, her fingers finding the waistband of Yumi’s leather pants. She yanked them down, exposing Yumi’s bare ass. Yumi gasped, her own hand flying to Miko’s pants, shoving them down just enough to free her sister’s pussy. They both did not wear any lingerie under the leather suits.
“You want to see who’s better?” Miko growled, her fingers finding Yumi’s slick folds. “Let’s see who can make the other come first.” Yumi moaned as Miko’s fingers slid inside her, her thumb circling her clit.
“I’ve always been better than you!” Yumi retorted between gasps, as her own fingers found Miko’s pussy, her touch just as demanding, sliding in one finger, then two, then even three, pumping them into her sister’s pussy.
They wrapped their other arm around the neck of the enemy, and stood there grinding their tits against each other while they furiously fingered each other, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was equal parts fight and fuck.
They stumbled towards the full-length mirror in the dressing room, their bodies still entwined. They pressed against each other, cheek to cheek, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The mirror reflected their flushed faces, their bodies pressed together, their hands busy between each other’s legs even as sweat and other juices trickled down their legs.
“You feel that?” Miko panted, her fingers working Yumi’s pussy with practiced ease. “You can’t deny it. We’re just as good as each other.”
Yumi moaned in response, her own fingers thrusting into Miko’s pussy. “Fuck, Miko,” she gasped. “I hate you.”
Miko chuckled darkly. “But I bet you love this,” she said, her fingers curling inside Yumi, finding that sweet spot that made Yumi’s knees buckle.
Yumi cried out, her own fingers pistoning in and out of Miko’s pussy. “Oh god!” she whimpered.
Miko let out a moan, her own orgasm building. “Come,” she purred. “Come for me, sister!”
Yumi exhaled, and replied through gritted teeth, “You first!”
With that, they locked their mouths into a torrid kiss, their tongues swirling and battling for dominance, as they sucked and French kissed passionately. They increased the intensity of their fingering and grinding, grabbing and slapping each other’s firm butt, trying their best to control their pussy, refusing to be the first one to break – for 5, then 10 long minutes, they fingered and pumped and tortured each other, driving each other to higher peaks of arousal.
“Yumi!” “Miko!”
They screamed each other’s name as they finally came together, their eyes rolled back and went white, their bodies shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over them. They collapsed onto their knees, leaning against each other, their bodies slick with sweat and other fluids, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
As the last waves of their orgasms faded, they found themselves kneeling on the floor, their bodies still entwined. Their eyes met in the mirror, their reflections a tangle of limbs and flushed skin, the ripped leather suits in a mess next to them.
Miko let out a shaky laugh. “We’re a mess,” she said, her voice hoarse from their exertions.
Yumi let out a breathy chuckle. “The best kind of mess,” she replied, her fingers still buried in Miko’s pussy.
Miko groaned, her hips bucking against Yumi’s touch. “Again,” she demanded. “Until there’s a winner.”
Yumi grinned, her fingers curling inside Miko once more. “With pleasure,” she purred, “I can go all night.”
Epilogue
However, before they could launch into another sex battle, they were interrupted by the click-clack of multiple footsteps – their assistants, who also happened to be twins, had heard the commotion and had come running to investigate what had happened.
“Is everything alright in there?” Jaylee asked, concerned for her client, Miko.
“Sounded like someone had a fall?” Haylee enquired, wondering if it was her client, Yumi who might have been hurt.
“We’re fine! Don’t worry!” Miko responded sweetly while hugging Yumi. Yumi giggled and called out, “Give us another 5 minutes, we’ll be out soon!” The sisters gave each other a playful kiss on the lips, and got dressed quickly.
Their final battle would need to wait – they knew they had to conserve their energy for the final concert the next day.