Twice Two

It was a quiet, dark night when the phone call broke Plane’s light sleep. She hadn’t really slept the last few days, trying to juggle performances and her studies. As luck would have it, work on her science project coincided with a big event organized by her sisters. She could’ve refused, citing her busy schedule, but she was already sick of endless lectures and boring professors. By the end of the week, she was beginning to doubt her decision. Yelena knew nothing about her son’s return to the stage — Plane was afraid to imagine how it all might turn out. From the start, she knew she couldn’t keep the agreement, but she preferred to agree with her mother and secretly follow her own way. On the screen, Nymphia’s happy face was smiling. Plane hadn’t expected a call from her anytime soon. The last time they texted was a few days ago, when Plane shared details about her performances, and they hadn’t talked on the phone for so long that Plane couldn’t even remember when. This time, Nymphia called without video — maybe she was in a rush and didn’t plan to start a long conversation. ‘Planey,’ her loud voice rang out as soon as Plane answered the call. ‘What’s up, Nymphia?’ Plane muttered sleepily. ‘It’s night here, you know.’ ‘I know,’ Nymphia said anxiously. ‘This can’t wait.’ ‘What happened?’ Plane was fully awake now. ‘There’s news that you might be removed from the show.’ Nymphia’s cry made Plane sit up in bed. The premiere was only a month away, and Plane had been eagerly waiting for that day, when she would finally meet the whole cast — and most of all Nymphia, since they hadn’t seen each other in person after filming — and the audience would see Plane Jane on their screens. How could they remove her from the show? ‘Planey!’ Nymphia pulled her out of her thoughts. ‘Do you hear me?’ ‘How’s that possible? Why?’ Plane clutched the phone tightly. ‘Rumor has it that not everyone likes the idea of seeing someone in the show who has any connection to Russia.’ Plane stared at Nymphia’s image on the screen in shock. She understood why she hadn’t wanted to video call — she was afraid of seeing Plane devastated by the news. ‘And how are they going to explain my sudden disappearance from the show?’ Plane asked, trying to sound calm. ‘It’s just rumors, Plane,’ Nymphia tried to reassure her. ‘But you know they’ve long since learned how to twist things and make the queens look like complete bitches.’ ‘And what accusation did they prepare for me?’ ‘No one’s said anything officially,’ Nymphia reminded her, ‘but according to gossip, they decided not to bother and are thinking of doing the same as with others — accuse you of harassing fans.’ ‘Are they fucking insane?’ Plane couldn’t hold back her swearing. ‘What the hell kind of harassment? Do they even know what our job is about?’ ‘Plane, I know how stupid it sounds,’ Nymphia said supportively. ‘If you really didn’t harass anyone, no one will use it against you.’ ‘What do you mean “really didn’t harass”? Do you think I’m capable of that?’ Plane shouted, forgetting she wasn’t alone in the house. ‘Of course not, Planey,’ Nymphia replied gently. ‘I’m just explaining how it all works. But still, you’d better remember if there are people who could use your messages against you.’ Plane remembered nothing criminal that could actually lead to serious accusations, but RuPaul and those above him could invent something she’d never even imagine. But how would they cut her out if she made it to the finale, and the season was so close to release? Surely, when they cast her, they considered what reaction it might cause? Maybe they’d still protect her from xenophobic attacks? ‘Planey, I didn’t want to be the one to tell you this, but I thought it would be better…’ ‘Thanks a lot, Miss Banana,’ Plane replied irritably. ‘Great solution — no comment.’ ‘I’m so sorry, Planey. But I don’t think they’ll succeed. No one will let such a strong contestant as you disappear. You’ve already snatched four wins. They’d sooner cancel the whole season.’ Nymphia laughed uncertainly. Plane dropped her head onto the pillow. And how was she supposed to sleep now? This was definitely not the news she expected from Nymphia. ‘Planey, if you want, I can come to you,’ her friend continued. ‘No need,’ Plane replied firmly. ‘I’ll handle it myself.’ Nymphia stayed silent, apparently trying to find words. ‘But still, I was glad to hear your voice,’ Plane softened. ‘I miss you so much.’ ‘It’s just a little longer,’ Nymphia said tenderly, ‘and we’ll see each other. But we could meet earlier…’ ‘Nymphia,’ Plane interrupted her, ‘we agreed to focus on our own things — you’re working, I’m studying. No meetings.’ ‘Yeah, I remember…’ Nymphia said sadly. ‘How’s your studying?’ ‘A mess,’ Plane answered briefly, ‘but I’ll handle it.’ ‘I know,’ Nymphia smiled through her voice. ‘Promise me you won’t overthink what I told you, just go to sleep.’ ‘I’ll try, miss Banana,’ Plane looked sadly at Nymphia’s photo on the screen and, after saying goodbye, fell asleep instantly. The following days were like a nightmare for Plane. She couldn’t keep up with her project and was physically exhausted from performances, never forgetting about the looming scandal and always waiting for some statement from RuPaul’s team. But nothing happened. Life went on as usual, and the rumors gradually faded away. She and Nymphia texted almost every day whenever Plane had a break. The endless performances finally ended, and her studies became much easier, something Plane didn’t hesitate to brag about to Nymphia. Nymphia smiled happily from the screen and chirped about little things. Suddenly, her words stopped, and she smiled mysteriously. ‘Baby, what are you doing tomorrow?’ she asked, leading the conversation from afar. ‘Tomorrow afternoon I’ll have to work a little on that stupid research,’ Plane began listing her carefully planned schedule, ‘then help mom with something, but in the evening I won’t get anywhere near that damn studying!’ ‘What a coincidence!’ Nymphia exclaimed. ‘Then tomorrow evening I’m expecting a call from you. But please, call from your laptop.’ Plane gave Nymphia a mock-serious look and scratched the back of her head. ‘Why?’ she asked slyly. ‘You’ll see when you call,’ Nymphia replied playfully and hung up. The day dragged on endlessly — a pile of useless work, meaningless instructions from her mother, leftover anxious thoughts about those terrible rumors. Plane was already losing hope that it would ever end. But despite everything, time moved on, and evening fell on the city. Plane waited eagerly for Nymphia’s response, clutching the laptop between her knees. She wanted to see her so badly that her hands were trembling with impatience. But Nymphia didn’t hurry to answer. Plane could bet she was intentionally dragging things out, teasing her. Finally, the ringing stopped, and Nymphia appeared in a yellow T-shirt. Plane thought it looked like the same shirt Nymphia wore the day they first met. ‘Though why did I think that? — she wondered. — She’s obsessed with yellow. She probably has lots of them.’ ‘Hey, sunshine,’ Nymphia said playfully. ‘Well, hey, sister,’ Plane replied, surprised by the new way she called her. ‘Have you been waiting for me?’ Nymphia kept teasing. ‘I just couldn’t pick an outfit.’ Plane raised her eyebrows suspiciously. ‘Well, yeah, it won’t stay on me long, but I still wanted to look nice for you.’ Plane opened her mouth to argue, but Nymphia interrupted her again. ‘Yes, I know I’m beautiful without all this. But why are you wearing those rags?’ Plane looked down at the deer on her T-shirt, thinking of an answer. Once again, Nymphia cut her off, ‘Take it off, now!’ At last Plane realized what all those haughty words meant, and she eagerly pulled off her shirt, still stained with ketchup. Nymphia smirked in satisfaction. ‘Your turn,’ Plane demanded, covering her stomach with her hand. Nymphia narrowed her eyes and said, ‘And what’s that? Planning to hide from me again? Hands on the bed, quick!’ Plane obeyed at once and glanced sadly at her belly. ‘I really need to stop eating all those burgers,’ she thought. Nymphia smiled with delight and pulled off her yellow shirt. Plane froze, amazed at the strangeness and intensity of what was happening. Nymphia settled comfortably on the pillows, placing the laptop between her legs. Plane could see her tanned stomach, rounded shoulders, delicate neck, slightly parted lips… She swallowed hard and shifted to find a better position. Nymphia waited patiently, stroking herself while keeping her eyes locked on Plane, who lay on her side, propping her head with her hand. Nymphia’s hungry gaze slid along the smooth curves, lingering on the tempting spots — the collarbones, the nipples, the faint dark line that ran from the navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of her underwear. Nymphia licked her lips. ‘What would you do if we were together right now?’ Nymphia asked, sliding her hand into her panties. Plane followed her lead and gripped her cock. Touching herself, she whispered, ‘I’d press against you and start kissing your neck… Then your chest. I’d lick your nipples like that time when they were covered in cream…’ Nymphia moaned and pulled her panties down. Plane saw her erection and began stroking her own swollen cock more eagerly. ‘I’d kiss your beautiful tummy and hold your ass tight. You love squirming so much,’ Plane said with hope. And indeed, Nymphia started writhing on the pillows, one hand jerking her cock, the other roaming her body where she imagined Plane’s lips should have been. She looked at the screen and moaned, ‘Planey, I want to see your huge cock too.’ Plane pulled out her wet cock without breaking eye contact with aroused Nymphia. She was already breathing heavily but kept painting their shared fantasy, ‘Would you want me to take it in my mouth, Nymphia?’ Instead of answering, Nymphia let out a loud moan, lifted her hand off her cock, spat on it, and returned it to the tip, stroking in circles. Plane understood the signal and whispered brokenly, ‘I’m sucking your cock, and my spit is dripping down your balls. You taste so good, baby. I’m swallowing you deeper and deeper…’ Plane stopped, caught up in the wave of memories, and stared hungrily at Nymphia, who was jerking off furiously, almost screaming. Plane’s vision blurred, her cock pulsed in her trembling hand, and she couldn’t hold back her own moans anymore. ‘Planey… I… want… you… to take me… from behind!’ Nymphia shouted with effort, trying to focus her gaze on Plane’s hand. Their eyes met, and Plane rasped, ‘I’m turning you over and pushing you onto the bed. I’m lifting your ass. And I’m entering to fuck you good, Nymphia Wind.’ Nymphia threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her hips rose and fell in rhythm with the imagined thrusts. Plane watched it all and began thrusting sharply herself, never stopping her hand. Pre-cum was already glistening on the tip… ‘I’m cumming in you!’ Plane cried, and at the same moment her palm was flooded with hot release, dripping onto her panties and sheets. Plane rolled onto her back to save the keyboard from the overwhelming pleasure. Turning her head, she saw Nymphia sprawled out with her belly covered in cum. ‘Baby, how are you?’ Plane asked gently, glancing around for tissues. Nymphia shifted and smiled tiredly at the screen. ‘I didn’t expect it to feel so… real,’ she said, looking down. Plane laughed softly and wiped her hands with the edge of the sheet. Nymphia pulled out a packet of wipes from her bag and cleaned up carefully. ‘We’ll do this again, right, Planey?’ she asked sweetly, lifting her head. Plane looked into her eyes and smiled warmly. ‘Always at your service, Miss Banana.’

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Yelena came into the house and looked in surprise at her son, sitting on the couch. Apparently, he was waiting for her to talk, otherwise he wouldn’t be here. They usually only saw each other at dinner in the evenings; the rest of the time Andy was either in his room or out somewhere. Yelena suspected that Plane was still breaking her promise and performing from time to time, but she didn’t want to ruin the fragile relationship she had managed to restore with her son. ‘Hi, Andy,’ she said in confusion, setting the bags on the table. Andy got up and, trying to hold back his nerves, came closer to Yelena. ‘Mom, I’ll be leaving soon.’ Yelena silently began unpacking groceries. ‘We have the premiere, I need to be there with everyone. I’ve already sorted things out with the university.’ Yelena went on with her task, not reacting. ‘You do understand that I’ll finally appear on screen?’ Plane took the bag from Yelena and made her look at her. ‘Why are you silent, mom? We’ve already talked about this!’ Yelena crossed her arms and, pressing her lips together, said, ‘And when are you going to tell your father about this?’ Her question stunned Plane. She hadn’t spoken with her father in so long that she’d forgotten he didn’t know what was happening. Their conversations were usually formal — rarely about personal matters. Mostly they talked about studies and family chores. Plane had never told him about her work, but she was sure he knew from her mother. Soon he would see everything with his own eyes, and it was Plane’s responsibility to tell him. How long could she keep leaving everything to her mother? ‘I’ll call him today,’ she said firmly to Yelena. ‘It’s time he hears it from me.’ ‘I’m glad you understand,’ Yelena replied with a smile. ‘He’s ready for it.’ Andy looked at his mother gratefully but also felt his own weakness. When would Plane finally teach him to be decisive, so he’d stop acting like a coward? Perhaps today was the time to start. ‘But are you at least happy for me?’ Plane asked hopefully. ‘Of course,’ Yelena beamed. ‘I’ve always told you I’ll be proud of you. And at the premiere, you’ll be the most beautiful one.’ For the first time, she used the word ‘beautiful when referring to Plane. ‘I don’t have to be the most beautiful,’ Plane replied with a smile. ‘One competitor will definitely outshine me…’ ‘Nymphia?’ Yelena asked unexpectedly. ‘I remember her from the finale. She really is very beautiful…’ Plane felt a strange unease — Nymphia was never supposed to become a topic between her and her mother. She looked at Yelena nervously, but Yelena returned to the groceries. ‘Thank you, mom,’ Plane said slowly. ‘You can’t imagine how much you’re doing for me.’ Yelena stopped again and hugged her son tightly. ‘I’m trying,’ she whispered. The talk with her father wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t as bad as Plane had imagined. He did know what she was doing, but Plane felt it was important to explain why. Her mother probably hadn’t been able to answer that properly. Her father stayed quiet most of the time, only saying things like ‘I see,’ ‘alright,’ and ‘good.’ When they spoke about Drag Race, he perked up, since he had never understood why Yelena had been so vague about Andy when he disappeared for two months. He reproached him for hiding it, but didn’t make any negative comments about the show. Plane sensed he wasn’t thrilled to see his son like that online, but the conversation ended on a positive note, and Andy felt relieved. ‘How’s your dad?’ Nymphia asked gently, smiling at the screen. ‘As usual,’ Plane answered lightly, lying on the bed and dreaming of finally meeting Nymphia in person. ‘He tried giving me a lecture, guilt-tripping me, but I’m a shameless girl — nothing worked on me.’ Nymphia grinned happily. ‘The best thing is that I don’t have to make things up anymore,’ Plane continued. ‘I’m so tired of it.’ ‘I’m so proud of you!’ Nymphia exclaimed. ‘And I don’t want you to suffer like that ever again.’ ‘And how are you?’ Plane asked tenderly. ‘I miss you so much,’ Nymphia sniffled, ‘and I’m waiting for when we’ll finally see each other.’ ‘It won’t be long now,’ Plane replied softly. ‘For now, we only have the internet and our phones.’ ‘And laptops,’ Nymphia added playfully. ‘By the way, is yours nearby?’ Plane understood the hint, dropped the phone, and reached for the laptop. The camera briefly showed her stomach as the phone landed, making Nymphia chuckle. ‘So, are you ready?’ Plane asked, her face appearing back on the screen. ‘Always ready,’ Nymphia shouted. ‘Alright, I’m calling!’ She hung up, and Plane rushed to grab her prepared kit. She jumped onto the bed, accepted Nymphia’s call, and got ready for another night of private joy with her beloved miss Banana.