Tragic Death of Twin Cheerleaders Unleashes a Dark Obsession in a Young Man

Rita and Nita Willis were 18 Yr old Seniors at my high school. They were tall with long sexy legs. I suppose that was the first reason I lusted after them since I was and always have been a leg man. I was a very shy young man who thought women were God's most beautiful creation but could never get up the nerve to approach them for a date. Of course, the two strikingly beautiful curvaceous brunette twins didn’t exactly go unnoticed at East Burke High School. Boys hung around them by the score and were lined up around them asking for dates. Dang it, they were so nice, clever, engaging, and funny,that was what made what happened to them so unfair. May 17th started normal, like any other day. We were just 2 weeks from graduation. I left my house in the little nearby town about 8 am, fuelled by a cup of orange juice, put the rock and roll music station on the radio and drove the ten miles west to the school. When I got there, there was an announcement to go to the gymtorium immediately.

The principal was at the podium getting ready to address a transfixed audience. I noticed with some unease that several of the female staff members and some of the female students were in tears. It turned out that Rita and Nita, the two beautiful objects of my lust, had been killed in a car crash the previous evening. They had accepted a ride from an older college guy they knew who lived nearby whose attorney father had bought him a new corvette. He had been been drinking and As he drove through the curvy back-roads at break-neck speed he unsurprisingly lost control of his car and slid into a tree sideways; the twins, who had not been wearing seatbelts, had been ejected out of the car into the field. “They were both pronounced dead at the scene……”, the Principal went on, his voice betraying a sincere sadness. "Please keep their family in your thoughts and prayers. The young man is in a coma and isn't expected to survive. His family has also asked for our thoughts and prayers".

All I could think of was that they were dead, the twins were dead and how could that happen to them? Their cute smiles, their soft soothing voices, their intelligent minds and their sexy bodies with their long nylon stocking clad legs were dead. All their hopes and dreams for the future. All that potential. DEAD SOOooo DEAD! They would have no careers or ever get married and have children, now they were simply another two dead teenagers, and would forever remain as such.

That day had passed as sort of a blur, with a glum feeling throughout the school and especially in my senior English class that afternoon where they would never again grace the desks in the row beside me. I couldn't concentrate on the material Mrs. Spruell was presenting; I was thinking about the twins dead bodies. I imagined that Mr Blackwelder had them laid out in all their naked glory at the funeral home by now working on their bodies to get them ready for their funeral. Oh how I would love to be his assistant. Those thoughts gave me a hardon that i had to conceal. The following day I rose out of bed early and picked up the local newspaper.

The accident was front page news. They had photos of Rita and Nita, smiling in their cheerleading uniforms. Under the photo a caption read in bold: ‘TWINS DEAD: Willis Sisters are latest road victims’ it then went on about the need for a new speed limit on the curves of Alba Mill Road, which of course wouldn’t accomplish anything. It was what was on the next page that made me gasp. The caption read CAR CRASH SCENE, and it showed a the crunched car meshed with the tree; however you could also see the rescue squad and other volunteers carrying two sheet covered gurneys to the waiting hearse. I realized that the twins freshly dead bodies were in those sheet covered gurneys being taken to the funeral home. I suddenly could imagine their clothing being removed and them lying nude in the funeral home. My cock suddenly became painfully hard in my pants.

My parents were already gone to work so i was alone in the house since my older sister was away in college. What I did next somewhat shocked me; I unzipped my jeans and got my bulging cock out of my pants, and started masturbating as I thought of the twins. I remembered dropping a handout in front of Rita the week before in English Class, and catching a glimpse up her skirt at her pantyhosed legs and crotch under the desk; I wondered if she had started the assigned essay due this week but now would never complete it and soon I was wanking with ferocity, “oh, Rita you’re so beautiful dead, I want your dead pussy” I was whispering under my breath, hardly aware I was doing it. Then I pictured Nita back in late March when I was walking behind her to the cafeteria and a sudden gust of wind lifted and blossomed her yellow dress to above her waist so I saw all of her pantyhosed clad legs and ass. “oh, Nita oh, baby, you've got such a beautiful dead ass, so DEAD! I want your dead cunt and ass baby” I was saying and the final thought, I wonder if your boyfriend screwed your pussy last weekend and you had his cum in you and the final louder “DEAD Soooooo DEAD!!!!” brought a jet of hot thick cream out spurting from my erect penis as I continued to milk myself dry. . I then went to the bathroom and cleaned my cock, somewhat ashamed I had gotten so excited about the twins being dead. I got ready and went on to school.

Over that day, I found myself pre-occupied with thoughts of their viewing and funerals, which were announced that morning and I knew I wanted to attend. But I had a nagging, irrational fear that maybe their bodies wouldn't be displayed for a public viewing, and I didn’t understand why.

The first seeds of my heinous act were already germinating in my mind. I wanted their dead bodies, to see their corpses nude and fuck them. The girls were to have a public viewing followed by church service the next day followed by a private burial at the family crypt. The evening of the viewing arrived and I went to the funeral home and got in the long viewing line. I could see each twin lying in beautiful repose in her casket in the front of the room before I expressed my condolances to their Mother, Stepfather, Stepsister and brother in the receiving line.

Finally the line got up to Nita's casket. She had never looked more lovelier as she lay there in repose clad in an orchid black and white plaid suit and orchid lace blouse that she had worn often. Her long dark shoulder-length brown hair had its usual fluff and wave on

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