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The twins rarely fight about much of anything. The two of them are usually in perfect sync, something that seems necessary, considering their psychic connection. However, they are still children and still siblings, and above all, still human, so their bond is not perfect, and there are times when they find themselves at odds. Sometimes, Liza wants to do one thing while Tate wants to do another, or one has an opinion that the other does not actually agree with, which leads to petty arguments that might get a little bit out of hand.
On the rare occasion that they do fight about anything, it is a typical sibling spat, nothing that would be out of place in any household, no matter how rare it may be for the two of them. Today, tensions have been high between the two of them, due to an unresolved argument about what the family was going to do on a day out together, with the two of them having some time off from their gym leader duties. In the end, neither of them got their way because they could not stop bickering about it, and so, they go to bed mad at each other, their fight still looming over them. What Liza does not realize is that the fight is going to influence the dreams of her twin brother, while she just has a hard time falling asleep, turning over the events of today in her mind.
Tate is quick to drift off, and as he does, his control over his powers begins to wane. Liza can sense that she could easily share in what he is dreaming about right now, if she just opens her mind to him, and after spending all day shutting her mind off out of anger, she is rather tired. Mental blocks like that take a lot of energy, and even if Tate was probably doing the same thing, too mad at her to share his thoughts, she still felt like she needed to keep that wall up, out of spite more than anything else. Now, she lets herself relax, opening up her mind, and as she closes her eyes, she can see it all.
In his dream, she is herself. At first, she sees the two of them talking, but as she lets herself go a little bit more, she and the dream Liza become as one, and she is seeing the world from this version of herself’s eyes. This is nothing new to her; the two of them share dreams all the time, and it is easier and easier to find their places in each other’s minds, the more they do it. Becoming herself is as natural as she can be, but as soon as she is herself, she realizes that he is dreaming about the events of this morning: the two of them in their room, arguing about what they are going to do that day, both trying to insist why one is more right than the other.
Things are not exactly the same as before, though. Tate is getting more and more angry, yelling louder and louder at her, and she can feel his anger growing. Their parents would have interrupted by now, and that is exactly what had happened in real life. Tate never had the chance to get this angry with her, but in his dream, there is no one to stop him, and Liza finds that she can’t argue anymore, that she is not able to say anything. He does not let her get a word in edgewise, and even if he did…
Well, she is a little bit afraid of him right now, too afraid to say anything about the situation. She no longer cares about getting her way, no longer cares about anything that she may have been insisting before. The only thing she wants is for Tate to stop yelling at her, and to stop looking at her like that. Instead, he begins coming towards her, and she is even more afraid of him, not sure what to do. She is only partially in control of her actions, because she has to do whatever he is dreaming about her doing. Though she can influence a little bit, due to her own powers, she is mostly just along for the ride, watching as he does what he wants, and as her body decides to move on its own.
Tate grabs hold of her, his grip so tight that it hurts her. She can’t fight her way out of his grasp, even though she struggles. Her body moves on its own to struggle, even, but he is so much stronger in the dream than he is in real life. In real life, she would be able to get out of his grasp without too much trouble, because they have about equal strength, but like this, she finds herself trapped, and her terror continues to grow. She has never seen Tate like this, acting nothing like the brother that she loves.
Did she really make him this mad? She thought it was just one of their usual arguments, something that they would both get over, and she thought he always felt the same way about those things. Liza never got angry enough that she would want to hurt her brother, and their fights have never turned physical before. Is that just because their parents intervened in time? Is it because she would have been able to get away and he knows it? Or is this dream not really how he feels, but still somehow filling his mind?
Liza does not know. She does not understand any of this, all she knows is that Tate keeps shaking her and yelling at her, and she can’t get away from him, and her fear continues to rise. She wants to leave his dream now, but she also wants to know how it ends, so she decides to keep enduring it, hoping things might turn around soon enough, and turn out better for her. She wants the comfort of knowing that her brother is not actually capable of dreaming about hurting her, that he is going to want to make up with her any moment now, to resolve their issues in his dreams, because he went to sleep angry.
That is not what happens to her, not at all. Instead, his aggression continues to grow, until he is grabbing hold of her and throwing her onto her bed, with such force that she has no hope of avoiding it. Liza is left frozen there, unable to get up, and trembling in fear as Tate comes to stand over her, scowling at her.
“You always have to get your way,” he says. “Everything has to be all about you! But we’re twins, we’re supposed to be equal. Why can’t I ever get anything I want?”
“But, Tate,” she finds herself saying, glad that she can speak at last. “We share a lot, we take turns, you don’t-”
“Shut up! You’re always a brat about it, and that’s what makes me so mad!” He is not listening to reason, just getting more and more angry at her. If this were real life, Liza would be able to interject into his thoughts, if he did not let her speak verbally. She would have the chance to try and get him to listen to her, to make him see reason and come out of whatever has him so angry at her.
Instead, she is powerless, and he jumps on the bed on top of her, and starts to tear at her clothes.
Liza is frozen with fear again, and she can’t struggle, can’t yell in protest, can’t yell for help. This is Tate’s dream, so no help would come anyway. No matter what, she is powerless, and she decides that she needs to get out of here now, before she ends up experiencing whatever it is that dream Liza is about to endure at the hands of her angry brother.
She can’t get out though. When she tries, she finds that she is stuck, and realizes that, at some point, Tate must have started projecting his dream to her. He is asleep, not aware of the fact that he has lost control of his powers like that, but the fact remains that he is projecting it to her, so powerfully that she is forced to remain right here, stuck in the place of dream Liza, where she can feel everything that happens, where it is all so vivid that it might as well be happening in real life.
When he grabs at her clothes, they tear so easily, as if the fabric were as thin as paper. Tate has no trouble stripping her down to nothing, and apparently no trouble imagining her naked, since it has not been all that long since they stopped bathing together. Liza is so scared, not sure what it is that he is trying to do to her, what he is dreaming about, why he would want to do any of this, or why she has to be naked for it. The look of anger on his face is like nothing she has ever seen before, not even in their worst fights, and this boy does not feel like her twin at all, but like a complete and total stranger.
When he frees his cock, she is even more confused, especially by how funny it looks to her now. It is stiff and sticking straight out, without him having to support it, and it looks a bit bigger than she remembers. Of course, it makes sense for him to have grown a bit during that time, but this seems like even more than that. Liza is so confused, and the confusion only makes it scarier for her, as she tries again and again to shut her mind off to this, to get out of this dream scape that she never should have entered in the first place.
He starts rubbing it against her pussy, and she trembles, not sure why this feels so strange to her. She can remember comparing their private places when they were younger, both of them wondering why they looked so different, before their parents caught them and explained to them that it was because of their difference in gender, but that they shouldn’t just stick them against each other like that. Tate is doing exactly that right now, but it feels really different when his is so hard like that, and the look on is face…
“I get what I want now,” he tells her, his voice sounding so cold that she hardly recognizes it as his.
He keeps poking his cock against her, until suddenly, he is doing a lot more than just poking her with it. Tate gives a rough thrust forward, and then, it is inside of her, without warning, and it hurts. Liza lets out a sharp scream, the pain overwhelming her as he forcibly penetrates her, filling her right up in one go. She has never felt anything like this before, has never put anything down there before, has never even thought about doing something like that before, but now Tate is inside of her, and he is so hard and he is throbbing in there, and he hurts and she can’t stop crying.
“How do you like that? Not so fun when you’re not able to get your way, right?” he taunts her. Liza could not reply even if she wanted to, not just because of the control that he has in his dream. Her voice would fail her if she were to try and speak, and all she can do is sob and whimper, feeling like she might split in half. She does not know why Tate would even want to do something like this to her, did not even know that this was a way someone could hurt someone else.
She hates it. From the start she hates it, and that is before he begins to grow, while he is inside of her. Liza has no idea how else to describe it, but she can feel every bit of it, as he gets bigger, not just in comparison to her, but also down there, stretching her more and more and adding to her pain. It is too much for her to handle, has been from the start, and this is just making it worse, making it harder for her to actually endure what she is being put through right now.
Liza does not understand any of this, but Tate seems happy, so much happier with her now that he is hurting her with his body, in ways that she is not capable of understanding. It is his dream, so everything happens the way his mind decides that it should, and that is why he is able to change size so easily, suddenly making her feel so very small, even though the two of them were always roughly the same size before. It is terrifying to be a part of, and even more terrifying to realize that he is capable of thinking of.
And it might as well be real, even if it is just a dream. If she can feel it and experience it, if she is trapped in his mind and his dream and unable to get out, then he might as well be hurting her for real. Liza can think of no other way to describe it all, but really, she can hardly think at all, the pain clouding her thoughts so much. If she were capable of escaping on her own, she might still be stuck in his dream, because she is too far gone to have much control over her abilities, definitely lacking the willpower that she would need to try and break free of anyone’s control over her.
“Just like that, just like that,” Tate says through grit teeth, with a wild expression on his face, like nothing she has ever seen before. He certainly does not look like her brother, and she had no idea that her own twin could look this much like a stranger to her. Maybe that is the most terrifying part of all of this, but it is really hard to say, hard to quantify this in any way.
“Now you see how it feels, don’t you, Liza?” he taunts he, perhaps not long after he last spoke, or perhaps hours later, she does not know. She has lost all sense of time as he violates her, getting rougher with his thrusts and sending fresh waves of pain through it as he does. She does not know how long they have been doing this, any more than she knows what it is that she is supposed to be feeling, or how it relates to what they were arguing about, why he is mad at her.
That has confused her from the start, because she thought it was just a little argument, she thought it was nothing different from the usual, and she was never really all that mad at him, so she always assumed that he felt the same way as her. It never seemed possible that he could want to hurt her like this, to get back at her for the way that they argued over something that always seemed so trivial to her. How has she been this oblivious to what was growing beneath the surface, when they spend nearly ever second together, and when they have always been capable of reading one another’s thoughts?
Liza does not know, and it is hard to think about any of it, but it is easier to try and distract herself with these questions than to fully focus on what her brother is doing to her. However, when he grows again, nearly the size of an adult and with a huge cock to match, she screams out, feeling as if she is going to be ripped in two, and completely losing track of her thoughts in the process. There is nothing left for her but this misery, as Tate continues to use her, his dream feeling more and more like reality as she loses herself to it all.
When it finally ends, it takes her a moment to realize that it is over, and by that point, she is in her own mind, in her own bed, separated from Tate’s dream as if it never happened. Just before it ended, he groaned and she felt something warm and wet inside of her, but now that she is back to reality, she does not feel that strange goo anymore, left behind in the dream. However, she does still feel pain, the pain too real for her to forget, and she does not know how she is going to sleep like this.
She hears stirring from Tate’s side of the room and panics as she realizes that he is waking up. Now that she knows what he is capable of, at least in his mind, she is scared of her brother, scared to even share a room with him. She trembles in her bed, hoping that he will go back to sleep, but he speaks up.
“Liza? Are you still awake?”
“I…yeah, a little,” she says, “I was almost asleep.” A lie, but she is too afraid to tell the truth, to see if he wants to make his dream a reality, while she is still awake.
“I’m sorry about early. We shouldn’t have had a fight,” he says, and he sounds truly remorseful. “I love you, and I’m always happy to do anything with you, so…so I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she lies. “I’m sorry too.” Any other day, that heartfelt apology would have been enough to warm her right up, and make her so happy. Today, it just fills her with further dread, because she has no idea if she can actually believe a word that he says.