Dancing With Devia

by Viveca Benoir

  She saw a light go on in the house and Venia walking across the living room. Julian was standing there watching her, tensed like a coiled spring. Even from where she stood, she could see he was horny, and he was waiting for Venia to look at him, before he moved in on her. She snorted. “Yeah right, enjoy her while you can buddy.” Devia said under her breath. “That lady is going to leave town, real soon.”

  She watched them kissing and slow dancing again. ‘What was it with him and dancing? He never danced with her.’ She thought, as she watched on. One thing Devia had learned through trailing him; was that he was a creature of habit. He behaved the same with everyone. He never changed his routine at all. That was what had helped her trail him, she knew exactly where he would be at any given time of the day, no diversion, nothing. She could set her watch by him. Sophie and Venia were the only flies in the ointment, and once Venia was gone, things could go back to normal. He could go back to her as she had planned all along

  She was getting fed up with the whole scene. She just wanted to have him in her life, once and for all, no more chasing him. It was as though someone was messing with her life and throwing in all these annoyances. Yes, that’s what they were, annoyances. She watched Julian and Venia stripping out of their clothes. ‘Not again.’ She thought, as she watched them start to make out as they undressed and made their way upstairs. ‘Was everyone, continually having sex with him, but her? She would soon change that.’

  The lights went on upstairs and Devia took that as an opportunity to find a way into the house. She edged her way around the downstairs of the building, taking her time to feel around doors. Most sisters would just knock at the door and say hi, but not her. She wanted to get inside without her sister even knowing she was there. At the back was an entrance to the garage, she doubted that anyone would actually use that door, as it made more sense to drive straight in and use the side door to the house. It was locked, but Devia had seen enough movies where the heroine used a hair clip to pick the lock. She felt in her hair, she didn’t wear bobby pins or hair clips, so that was a stupid idea. She got her own keys out and tried them, one by one, another stupid idea. What was she thinking? She looked around; sometimes people used fake rocks, and hid their keys in those, there were none. Sometimes they used a small plant pot, with an old dead plant in. She laughed when she saw a plant pot, exactly as she had been thinking. She lifted it up. Nothing. She put her fingers inside the dried soil and under the dead foliage of what looked like a geranium type plant. She laughed again as her fingers caught the metal edges of a key.

  “Not so stupid after all, am I Sister dearest?” She said to herself, as she took the key out and cleaned the soil off it. She blew it quietly to get the last traces off and slipped the key into the lock. The door opened inwards and she let herself into the back of the garage. Now, all she had to do was find out if the back door to the house was locked and if it was, to go through the whole ‘hide and seek’ for the key again.

  Devia tiptoed through the garage. It was probably the neatest garage she had ever seen, it was like one of those garages you see on TV, in the commercials, where they just keep it empty, and use it just to park the car to keep it dry. She went over to the door and put her hand on the handle, she put her head against the door to listen. She heard faint music in the background. That was good, because if they had music on, she had a little more freedom for any noises she might accidentally make as she was going through the house.

  She slowly twisted the handle and pushed, she felt the handle opening the door, and she gently stepped in, her body on full alert.

  Stepping into the utility room, she stood by the washing machine and dryer. She was about to move forward when she heard footsteps. Venia walked right past the door into the kitchen and put the light on. She was wearing a beautiful satin, or silk, white negligee with a matching robe. She was about to whistle under her breath when Julian came in, wearing just his boxers. His body was so delicious and taut.

  “You got the munchies, already? I haven’t even started on you yet.” He kissed Venia’s shoulder from behind and wrapped his arms around her small waist. Devia looked down at her own waist, it wasn’t fair, that of the two of them, Venia had everything.

  Venia laughed and leaned against him.

  “If I don’t eat now, I won’t have the energy to keep up with you, big boy!” He grinned at her compliment, knowing that he was about to show her exactly how big he could get.

  She was making herself a sandwich, and made one for him too. They grabbed a bottle from the fridge, some potato chips from the pantry, switched off the light, and left.

  Devia pranced around the utility room, mimicking her sister, and flouncing around in jealousy. She almost forgot why she was there, and stopped suddenly. She listened intently as the music upstairs got louder. Perfect. She could have a party in the kitchen and they wouldn’t hear her now. She heard their laughter and some screams, sex games she assumed. He must be chasing her around the room, caveman style. It would be her turn soon, her turn to play sex games with him, her turn to flounce around and flirt with him, once she had dealt with Venia.

  Now that Devia was actually inside her sister’s house, she didn’t really know why she was there, or what she was going to do. She went from room to room, touching things, picking things up. In her study, she had various photographs that made Devia stop and stare.

  There was a picture of her laughing with Meryl Streep, ‘Meryl Streep?’ Another of her with Brad Pitt. ‘Brad Pitt?? Where was Angelina?’ What the fuck did her sister do to have friends like these? In another, she was with the Obama’s, walking along with them in a park somewhere, a cute fluffy black thing with white paws. ‘Now the fucking Obama’s?’ She had a million dollar smile on, as though they were all laughing for the camera. The more she saw, the more jealous she became of her. Her sister was a University drop out. Yet she, Devia, had stayed on, got a mediocre degree and soared to the lowly heights of office assistant, estate agent assistant, and now volunteer assistant, always with the word assistant as part of her job title. She was better than her sister. She deserved more. She deserved him, Julian. She had put more into her relationship with him, than all the other women in his life. She worked harder than them all too. She deserved a pay out. She deserved everything her sister had, and more. Her anger was rising and she wanted to smash everything that she saw. She hated her sister vehemently. Hated her, more than she had, when she was younger. Hated her, from the moment she pushed her way out of their mother’s womb first.

  Her memories started surfacing. When they went to university together, everyone thought Venia was the golden girl, why didn’t they think that of her too? She was her twin. Ok, so not exactly identical, but she could look like her if she wanted, if she really tried. Why were they always shunning her, Devia, like she was a bad copy of a Picasso, or something? Venia got all the attention, right from when they were younger. She won all the prizes, won all the boys, whil e Devia could only look on and smile. Pretending to be happy. Why was she always overlooked?

  When Devia had been caught giving a blowjob to the principle lecturer at the university, and they asked her name, she had naturally given them Venia’s. Of course, she would. A ‘grade A’ student could get away with things like this, with a little slap on the wrist. Besides, s he just wanted to bring Venia down a peg, make her a laughing stock. Make people think she was a cheap slut, so that she, Devia, could be the star for once. The fact that the lecturer wanted and thought it was Venia too, was beside the point. Venia had had no idea, all she knew was that suddenly she had been expelled. Devia smiled at the memory. There had been a massive piece in the local newspapers and then Venia had been cast out, from friends, family, and university. Now it was her turn. Devia could shine, be the star for once.

  Devia had laughed for months, she thought that without her sister there, everyone would love her now, but then, everyone shied away from her. H e r sister’s act tainting her good reputation and she, Devia, became t
he butt of all the on campus jokes. They started calling her Monika and asking if she had a blue dress too? She tried to tell them it wasn’t her, but that didn’t matter, not to them. Well, that was almost the truth, but they wouldn’t know that. The more she defended herself against her sister’s actions, the more they became the truth, Devia had, over time, convinced herself that it had been Venia and not her.

  Devia had only once, right at the beginning, tried to explain to Venia why she had done it. Why she had said she was her. But Venia was so furious, she didn’t want anything to do with her. Venia had tried to tell them all it had been Devia, but no one would believe her. Her own sister, Venia, had left her. The one person that was supposed to be by her side through thick and thin. Devia hated Venia even more for leaving her, abandoning her. After everything she had been through, Venia had betrayed her. She was furious. She would make Venia pay.

  Devia had had no one. Her parents were so upset that they cast ‘the good daughter’ away. They more or less clamped down on her. They became more protective, giving her strict curfews and all her freedom had been taken away, all because of Venia. It was all ‘her’ fault and she hated her, even more.

  ***

  Now, almost twenty years later, she wandered around her sister’s house. Eventually all the sex noises from the master bedroom stopped and the music switched off. She had to creep around now, so as not to wake them. She went downstairs and hid in the utility room. It didn’t look like Venia ever used it anyway. There was even a servant’s room off it as well, with a handy single bed, with a bare mattress. She didn’t care. She shut the door and made herself comfortable for the night. She would sort her sister out in the morning, when Julian had gone.

  “What the fuck, are you doing here?” Venia had gone to the kitchen in the middle of the night and had heard snoring coming from her utility room. She found Devia and shook her awake.

  “Oh! You! I came to say hi.” Devia said sweetly, she was not quite awake, but suddenly felt adrenaline coursing through her veins. She cursed herself mentally for making a noise. Now everything was ruined.

  “How did you get in?” Venia demanded to know.

  “Your spare key out the back. Didn’t you put it there for me?”

  “No.” Venia cursed. “I want you to get out of my house, right now.”

  “Why? I’m your long , lost , loving sister.” Devia hissed back.

  “What are you doing here anyway?”

  “Oh, I wondered when you would ask.”

  “You have my boyfriend upstairs in your bed.” Devia said angrily.

  “Don’t be ridiculous!”

  “You don’t believe me? He has a birthmark on his left testicle, check the next time you are blowing him!”

  “Get out of my house! Now!”

  “No, why should I? We are supposed to share everything. You made an oath when we were little.”

  “Little? Did you share my troubles when you got me kicked out of university for something you did? Did you check I was ok? Come after me? Did you explain to mum and dad, the town, the university and the newspapers? No, you left me on my own. And did you explain to Julian, who I had just started seeing, what had happened? No, you tried to take him too. I want you out. NOW.”

  “Oh, that! He didn’t want you. He fucked me to get back at you. We’ve been fucking for years now. Why do you think I sent you the postcard? I won! He’s mine!”

  “He fucked you?”

  “Hell yeah.” Devia lied. She had tried to get him drunk and into her bed, but he was too upset about Venia with the lecturer. He wouldn’t do it. She hated him for that and swore she would get him, even if it took her all her life. He would be hers. She deserved him.

  “I won’t go.” Devia said petulantly. “Not without him. He’s mine.”

  “Oh yes you will.” Venia grabbed Devia by the hair and started to drag her out of the servant’s room. She pulled her, with all her might, towards the front door.

  Devia saw red, she turned on her like a wild cat, scratching and kicking. Venia had a slighter frame and Devia used this to her advantage. They started scuffling.

  Devia hit her head repeatedly against the wall, whilst Venia was punching and grabbing at her, but Devia was now a seasoned hardened ninja killer. She switched into killer mode and hit Venia’s head harder against the wall. Blood started splattering against the wall and a larger red patch appeared. She carried on hitting until the thuds made a wet thwacking sound. The blood matting the back of her hair. The whites of her eyes showed as the pupils rolled into the back of her head. Venia was moaning, a guttural painful sound. Devia stopped and let her fall to the floor, Devia slid down the wall, a red bloody trail behind her head. She looked around for something to stop her moans. She needed to muffle it, so that it didn’t wake Julian.

  She opened her handbag and rooted around inside. Sometimes she carried spare panties with her, in case she was caught short. Or her period started unexpectedly, even though she hadn’t had a period for a while. At the bottom of her bag, she found the socks she had taken from Julian’s sock drawer. She laughed at the irony. Bending down she stuffed them into her sister’s mouth. The sound was much quieter now. Devia smiled, but she didn’t know what to do with her sister. Should she tie her up? Finish the job and kill her? She liked the idea of a slow death for her sister, for all the nastiness she had done to her, like when she… She couldn’t think of a single nasty thing she had done to her, but she remembered lots of things she, Devia, had done to her sister. No matter. She felt calmer now. Now, that her sister was not going to be a threat to her and Julian any more. Julian would love her.

  She decided to leave Venia against the wall. She wouldn’t be going anywhere soon. She crept upstairs and got into bed with Julian. As he slept, she blew him. His groans almost waking him up as he came. She smiled and left the bed. If she went to the all night chemist, she could dye her hair the same shade as her sisters, and become her, once more. It had worked years ago, why couldn’t she do it again?

  She smiled as the plan took shape in her mind.

  Chapter Twenty Four

  “You look tired.” He said as he joined her in the kitchen, his hair was ruffled from the great sleep he had. He walked in naked, as though he owned the place, his body in great shape.

  “Mmhmm,” she said.

  “You ok?”

  “Mmhmm.” Devia didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t seen her sister for years and she didn’t quite know how she had acted with him. She hadn’t watched her mannerisms long enough to impersonate her. She hoped he would put it down to her being tired.

  And like a true guy, he didn’t seem fazed . She gave him a glass of orange juice and he took it from her, winked and smiled, then went to sit at the breakfast bar. She started to cook him a hot breakfast.

  “I didn’t know you cooked.”

  “Didn’t you?” She smiled at him, trying to do the smile her sister did, with one side of her mouth higher than the other.

  “Nope. I had you down for having servants do it for you.” Devia froze. She hadn’t even thought of that. She regretted her scuffle with her sister. She was unprepared. She had checked on her sister this morning, and she was still there, in her white robe, darkening blood on the wall like an arrow going right down to her head. Julian’s socks still gagging her mouth. She smiled. Now, that thought did cheer her up. He thought she was her. He hadn’t even clocked it. Why should he? You go to bed with a woman, you automatically assume it’s her when you get up, and if you don’t know she has a twin, why would you think different? She smiled to herself and stirred the food in the frying pan.

  “Weren’t you wearing something else last night?” He said, looking at her cream negligee. Devia was glad she had been exercising over the past few months; her body had changed from being plump to being almost as svelte as her sister.

  “ Yes, I spilled something earlier.” She smiled and shrugged as she spoke.

  “Oh.” He nodded.

  “I wa
s thinking.” She said, as she stirred the eggs in the pan. “We should go away on holiday together, just you and me.”

  “Great. When?”

  “Today.”

  “Today?” He asked incredulously.

  “Yes, why wait? I’m sure Andrew would let you go.”

  “Andrew? How do you know about Andrew?” Devia had almost let it slip, and she cursed herself mentally for being so stupid. She would have to be careful.

  “You talk in your sleep. You were mumbling Andrew and the word bookings, I just figured…”

  “Oh. Yes. He’s my boss.” Julian said absent-mindedly. Devia almost offered to call for him to ask for the time off, but stopped herself just in time.

  “I’ll call him to just let him know. Bookings have been slow lately, anyway.” Julian said.

  “Good. I’ll make the arrangements then.”

  “Nice.”

  “Where are we going?” He asked. She turned and smiled at him, a creepy smile in her mind, but a million dollar smile on her face.

  “I’ll surprise you.”

  “Ok. I like surprises.” He came up behind her and put his arms around her waist. For a second he stopped, and thought for a moment, but then he held her to him. She leaned against him as she had seen her sister do with him. He kissed the top of her head affectionately.

  “You’ll like this one.” She said . , I i n her mind , she was laughing out loud.

  ***

  “Las Vegas? You are taking me to Las Vegas?” He laughed. He thought this the ultimate sin and play city and never in a million years would he have expected her to bring him there. He had thought the Caribbean, or horse riding in the Midwest, but Las Vegas? She had really surprised him there. They boarded the plane, and sat in first class, sipping their champagne together. She wanted to treat him to everything, using Venia’s money, of course. If it had been her, it would have been a bottle of Asti and a nearby motel. But no, Venia, had class and she wanted to live it up. Just like Venia would.