I Took My Twin Sister’s Place with Her Boyfriend

The hotel room smelled of new leather, expensive perfume, and a promise that wasn’t going to be kept. A single floor lamp cast a pool of amber light over the enormous bed; everything else sank into shadow. Perfect for lying.

Carla had been trembling all afternoon as she explained the plan to her sister.

—I told him that tonight I was finally going to give myself to him completely. That I was going to let us do it the way he’s wanted for months. If I tell him no now, he’ll start doubting me, doubting everything. And the wedding is only three weeks away, Sabrina.

Sabrina sat on the edge of the mattress, legs crossed, wearing that dangerous half-smile that always made her sister nervous.

—So you want me to pretend to be you, let your boyfriend fuck me in the ass, and on top of that pretend it’s the first time anyone’s put it in me.

Carla went red to the tips of her ears.

—Not the first time… I told him we’d already done things. That I’d sucked his cock, that I’d let him put his fingers inside me. But that, my ass, never. That I wanted it to be special, the night before he asked me to marry him properly, like God intended.

Sabrina let out a low, hoarse laugh.

—How romantic. The ass virgin. And you, the untouchable princess, sending me so your mask doesn’t slip.

A long silence. Carla lowered her gaze.

—Please. You’re the only one who can pass for me. We’re identical. No one would notice.

Sabrina rose slowly and walked until she stood in front of her. She lifted Carla’s chin with two fingers.

—If I do this, there’s no going back. Once I start, I won’t hold myself back. I’ll let him fuck me all the way, I’ll moan like a bitch, and if he feels like coming inside me, I’ll tell him yes. And if he realizes, you’ll deal with whatever happens afterward.

Carla swallowed.

—All right.

—Then get me ready —Sabrina said—. I want to smell like you, move like you, talk like you. Everything.

And Carla prepared her. She painted her lips blood-red, let her hair down the way she wore hers, and lent her the short black dress that barely covered half her thigh. In front of the mirror, they were the same woman. Almost completely: there was only one detail that set them apart, and that detail was precisely what Carla had never told her fiancé.

***

Esteban opened the door with the smile of a man certain of what was coming. Black shirt with two buttons undone, tight trousers, nearly two meters of muscle and restrained hunger.

—You’re here, my queen —he said in that deep voice that seemed to make the air vibrate—. I thought you were going to change your mind.

Sabrina lowered her eyes with perfectly feigned shyness.

—I was nervous. But I want this. I want you to be the one.

His eyes darkened at once. He seized her by the nape and kissed her with restrained violence that promised more. Tongue, teeth grazing, one hand squeezing her waist, the other dropping straight down to grab one of her buttocks beneath the dress. Sabrina answered with the same ferocity and bit his lower lip until she drew a growl from him. When they parted, both were breathing hard.

—Come here —he murmured, leading her toward the bed—. I’ve been imagining this night for weeks. I’ve been jerking off for weeks thinking about putting my cock up your ass.

The crude word sent a shiver between Sabrina’s thighs. He sat her on the edge of the mattress and knelt before her, spreading her knees with his hands. He yanked her dress up to her waist in one motion and tore away her black lace panties with two fingers, without ceremony. Sabrina felt his hot breath rising along the inside of her thigh and had to remind herself not to say too much, that every gesture had to be her sister’s. But the body knows nothing of plans.

Esteban looked at her for a second, his mouth inches from her cunt, and smiled.

—Look at you. Soaking wet. The little princess who played hard to get, with her pussy dripping before I’ve even touched her.

And he buried his face between her legs. His tongue went in flat and broad, licking upward from the entrance of her cunt to her clitoris, with a growl of genuine hunger. Sabrina opened her mouth, unable to stop the moan rising from her chest. He grabbed her thighs, spread them wider, and began devouring her mercilessly: his tongue went in and out of her cunt, then rose to suck her clitoris with his lips, then lightly bit her inner lips. He thrust two fingers into her while he kept sucking her clitoris, curling them inside her in search of the spot that would make her leap.

—Oh, fuck… —Sabrina gasped, arching her back.

He looked up, satisfied, his chin shining with saliva and her juices.

—That’s what I like. Let your shyness fall away. Let the good-girl mask fall away. Come on, say it. Tell me what you want.

Sabrina buried her fingers in his hair. She was crossing a boundary, and they both knew it, at least halfway.

—Suck me. Eat my pussy. Don’t stop, please.

Esteban growled against her and went back to work. He drove three fingers into her now, fucking her with his hand while he sucked her clitoris with his whole mouth. Sabrina felt her orgasm climb quickly, brutally, and when it exploded she squeezed his head between her thighs and soaked his face, unable to hold back. He kept licking through her final contraction, drawing everything out of her.

—Good girl —he murmured, standing and pulling down his trousers—. Now it’s your turn.

His cock sprang free, heavy, thick, hard up to his belly, its swollen head crowned by a clear drop. Sabrina slid to the floor, knelt before him, and took it in both hands. It was hot, hard as stone, larger than she had imagined. She brought it to her mouth without hesitation. First the tip, sucking it with her lips, then halfway, then all of it, until she felt the head touch the back of her throat and began to gag.

—That’s it, my queen, suck it all —Esteban panted, gripping the back of her neck—. Carla, baby, who taught you to suck like that?

The wrong name buzzed in Sabrina’s head, but instead of stopping her, it drove her further. She pulled his cock from her mouth, spat onto its thick head, and swallowed it again, this time all the way down, choking slightly. She licked the entire shaft from top to bottom, took his balls into her mouth one at a time, sucked, moaned with his cock inside her, making wet, obscene sounds. When she pulled away, a long strand of saliva hung from her lip to the tip.

—Don’t stop —he moaned—, don’t stop or I’ll come in your mouth.

Sabrina smiled with her mouth full and sped up. She sucked him with both hands helping, her tongue circling the tip, her palate squeezing the head. Esteban tensed, grabbed her hair with both hands, and pulled her away just in time.

—No. Not yet. I still have to break you.

***

Esteban stood, pulled off his shirt in a single movement, and turned her until she was face down on the bed. Sabrina settled onto all fours instinctively, arched her back, and raised her hips. She felt his large hand travel along her spine, moving downward, spreading her buttocks with his thumb. She also saw him take a small bottle of lubricant from the nightstand and heard the click of the cap.

—Are you sure? —he asked, and for a second his voice stopped sounding like a predator and sounded like a man.

—Sure —she said, and it was true.

She felt the warm stream of lubricant fall between her buttocks and run slowly down the cleft. Then his thick thumb, pushing slowly, entering to the knuckle, turning, opening her. Sabrina moaned into the sheet. Esteban pushed his thumb in and out, added another finger, worked her patiently, soaking her inside with oil and widening her.

—What a tight little ass you have —he whispered—. I’ll have to go slowly so I don’t tear you.

—Put it in —she begged hoarsely—. Put it in now.

She felt him press the thick head against her little hole. He pushed slowly, patiently. The first intrusion drew a long cry from her, and he stopped, waited, and stroked her lower back until her body yielded. Then he advanced millimeter by millimeter, reading every tremor, until he was completely inside. They stayed still for a moment, panting. Sabrina felt his entire cock inside her, throbbing, filling her to a place no one had ever touched.

—You’re so tight —he whispered, almost reverently—. You’re choking my cock.

And he began to move. Slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out and sinking back in, savoring the brutal friction. Then deeper, firmer. His hips struck her ass with a wet, flat sound that filled the room, and Sabrina pushed backward, wordlessly asking him not to let up. He reached beneath her and grabbed one breast beneath the dress, squeezing it, twisting her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

—You like getting fucked in the ass —he said, not asking.

—I love it, I love it, don’t stop —she answered, biting her lip because it was too true.

Esteban gripped her hips with both hands and drove her against him again and again. The bed slammed against the wall. Sweat ran down his chest. He spat on her back and smacked her buttock, leaving the red imprint of his hand.

—You’re a filthy slut. My woman is a filthy slut. All this time pretending to be a saint, and look at you begging me to destroy your ass.

Sabrina moaned louder with every filthy word. She brought her own hand to her cunt, found her clitoris, and began rubbing it in circles while he continued fucking her from behind. Her second orgasm climbed quickly, biting at her belly.

—Turn over —he suddenly ordered, pulling out sharply—. I want to see your face. I want to see your eyes when I come inside you.

Sabrina froze for half a second. It was now or never. She could make up an excuse, turn off the light, finish in the dark, and keep the lie intact. But she was tired of hiding, and a dark part of her wanted to see what would happen when the truth was laid out on the bed.

She turned slowly, her legs still spread, the dress rolled up around her waist. And there was the detail that set her apart from Carla. Hard, obvious, impossible to mistake beneath the amber light, resting against her belly and dripping.

***

Esteban stood paralyzed. He looked. Blinked. Looked again. The silence grew thick.

Sabrina swallowed. Her voice came out trembling but firm.

—I’m Sabrina. Carla’s sister. She couldn’t do this and asked me to come in her place. I’m sorry.

Esteban drew a deep breath. He didn’t move away. He was still kneeling between her legs, still hard, his cock glistening with lubricant, still inside the situation he himself had begun.

—Carla asked you to come for this?

—Yes.

—And you agreed?

—Yes.

He let the air out through his nose, slowly. He lowered his gaze again to her swollen cock resting against her flat belly. And then, instead of the explosion Sabrina expected, a crooked, dangerous, almost amused smile appeared on his face.

—Then I don’t care what your name is —he said—. For half an hour I haven’t been able to think about anything but you. And I’m not stopping now.

Sabrina opened her mouth to answer but never got the chance. Esteban took her ankles, dragged her to the edge of the mattress, raised her legs onto his shoulders, and entered her ass again in one thrust, all the way in. Sabrina howled.

—Not so fast —she gasped, laughing between pleasure and relief—. I thought you were going to run away.

—You thought wrong.

He fucked her while looking into her eyes this time, without the alibi of darkness, without borrowed names. Every thrust was both punishment and caress, going in all the way, pulling almost all the way out, then sinking back in. He grabbed her cock with one large hand, spitting into his palm first, and began working it at the same rhythm as he penetrated her. Sabrina felt her body split into two different pleasures that twined into one: her ass filled to the brim, his cock squeezed in his fist, every thrust of his hips coordinated with every stroke of his hand.

—Do you like it this way —he asked hoarsely, tightening his fist around her cock—. Do you like me jerking you off while I wreck your ass?

—Yes. Don’t stop. Harder.

Their moans mingled. Sweat, heat, the smell of raw sex, lubricant, semen ready to spill. Esteban bit the insides of her thighs and squeezed her neck with his other hand, just enough for her to feel who was in charge without cutting off her air. The hand on her cock sped up, moving up and down, twisting slightly at the tip.

—Come —he ordered—. Come first. I want to watch you finish while I have your cock inside me.

Sabrina couldn’t hold back any longer. Her orgasm split her in half: her ass clenched in spasms around his cock, and at the same time she exploded in his fist, thick, hot streams falling over her belly, her chest, all the way to her chin. Esteban grunted as the spasms choked his cock inside her and sped up his thrusts, brutally, watching the white release spread across her skin.

—Now me —he gasped—. I’m going to come.

—Inside —Sabrina begged breathlessly—. I want to feel it. Come inside me.

Esteban roared and emptied himself in a long shudder, thrusting to the hilt, releasing hot streams inside her ass. He stayed there for several seconds, his cock pulsing and completely emptying, before slowly pulling out. A white thread trickled along Sabrina’s cleft to the sheet. They remained like that for several minutes, tangled together and panting, their semen mingling across both their skin, until he collapsed beside her on the rumpled sheets.

***

It took them a while to catch their breath. Esteban was the first to speak, staring at the ceiling.

—This doesn’t end today.

Sabrina turned her head on the pillow.

—And Carla?

—Carla is marrying me. I love her. —He said it without hesitation, and somehow that made it worse and better at the same time—. But you’re something else. Something I didn’t know I needed until you walked through that door. —He turned toward her, propped on one elbow, and ran two fingers through the release still shining on her belly—. I want to see you again. Away from her. Whatever happens here stays here.

Sabrina looked at him for a long time. She knew she was accepting a minefield, that this could only end badly. And yet she heard her own voice say what her sister must never hear.

—All right. But on one condition.

—What is it?

—Next time, don’t treat me as if I were her. I want you to know exactly who you’re with, and I want you to put it in me while looking me in the eyes from the very beginning.

Esteban laughed, a deep, dark laugh.

—Deal.

***

The next day, at the sisters’ apartment, it was nearly noon when Carla came in like a hurricane.

—Well? How was it? Did he suspect anything? Did everything go well?

Sabrina was sitting on the couch with a coffee in her hand and a satisfied calm her sister had never seen before.

—Fine —she said—. Very fine. Too fine.

Carla sat across from her, anxious.

—Did he realize?

—In the end, yes. When he turned me over.

Carla went pale.

—And what did he do?

Sabrina took a long sip before answering. She thought about how easy it would be to lie, to tell her it had gone perfectly, that her boyfriend was a gentleman. But her sister was going to marry that man, and Sabrina already knew things Carla didn’t.

—He stared at me for a second —she finally said—. And then he decided he didn’t care.

Silence. Carla covered her mouth with both hands.

—My God.

—Relax. Your boyfriend is going to arrive a virgin at the wedding night, just as you wanted. That hasn’t changed.

Carla slowly lowered her hands. Something in her sister’s tone, in that new calm, made her narrow her eyes.

—Sabrina… what aren’t you telling me?

Sabrina rose from the couch, kissed her softly on the forehead, and walked toward her bedroom.

—Nothing you need to know today, little sister —she said without turning around—. Focus on your wedding. I’ll take care of the rest.

And she closed the door, leaving Carla on the couch with the cup cooling between her hands and the uneasy feeling that her twin sister had just taken something that, until that very morning, she had believed belonged only to her.