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 huge bed; everything else sank into shadow. Perfect for lying.

Carla had been trembling all afternoon while 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’s going to start doubting me, everything. And there are three weeks left until the wedding, Sabrina.

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

—So you want me to pass as you, let your boyfriend fuck me from behind, and pretend it’s the first time.

Carla blushed to her ears.

—Not the first time… I told him we’d done things before. But never that. I wanted it to be special, the night before he asks me to marry him like God intended.

Sabrina let out a low, rough laugh.

—How romantic. And you, the untouchable princess, sending me in so your cover doesn’t fall apart.

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 stood up slowly and walked over until she was right 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’m not going to hold myself back. And if he realizes, you deal with whatever happens after.

Carla swallowed.

—Okay.

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

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

***

Esteban opened the door with the smile of a man sure of what was coming. Black shirt with two buttons undone, fitted pants, almost two meters of muscle and restrained hunger.

—You came, my queen —he said in that deep voice that seemed to make the air vibrate—. I thought you’d get cold feet.

Sabrina lowered her eyes with perfectly faked shyness.

—I was nervous. But I want this. I want it to be you.

His eyes darkened instantly. He took her by the nape and kissed her with contained violence that promised more. Tongue, teeth brushing, one hand gripping her waist. Sabrina answered with the same ferocity and bit his lower lip until he growled. When they pulled apart, both were breathing hard.

—Come here —he murmured, leading her toward the bed—. I’ve spent weeks imagining tonight.

He sat her on the edge of the mattress and knelt in front of her, parting her knees with his hands. Sabrina felt his hot breath climbing up the inner side of her thigh and had to remind herself not to talk too much, that every gesture had to be her sister’s. But the body doesn’t understand plans. When Esteban’s mouth got to its destination, what escaped her throat was a moan of her own, real, not acted.

He looked up, satisfied.

—That’s what I like. Seeing your shyness fall away.

Sabrina dug her fingers into his hair. She was crossing a line, and both of them knew it halfway.

—Don’t stop —she begged—. Please.

***

Esteban straightened up, took off his shirt in one movement, and turned her until she was face down on the bed. Sabrina instinctively got on all fours, arched her back, lifted her hips. She felt his large hand tracing her spine, going down, opening her ass cheeks with his thumb.

—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 him press in slowly, patiently, wetting her first, giving her time. The first intrusion drew a whimper from her and he stopped, waited, stroked her lower back until her body yielded. Then he advanced millimeter by millimeter, reading every tremor, until he was completely inside. They both stayed still for a moment, gasping.

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

And he started moving. Slow at first, enjoying the friction. Then deeper, firmer. His hips crashed against hers with a wet sound that filled the room, and Sabrina pushed back, wordlessly asking him not to let up.

—You like it —he said, not asking.

—I love it —she answered, and bit her lip because it was far too true.

Esteban grabbed her hips with both hands and drove her into him again and again. The bed hit the wall. Sweat ran down his chest.

—Turn around —he ordered suddenly—. I want to see your face.

Sabrina froze for half a second. This was now or never. She could invent 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 happened when the truth was laid out on the bed.

She turned slowly, legs still open, the dress bunched at her waist. And there was the detail that set her apart from Carla. Hard, obvious, impossible to mistake under the amber light.

***

Esteban went rigid. He looked. Blinked. Looked again. The silence turned thick.

Sabrina swallowed. Her voice came out shaky but steady.

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

Esteban took a deep breath. He didn’t back away. He was still kneeling between her legs, still hard, still inside the situation he himself had started.

—Did Carla ask you to come do this.

—Yes.

—And you agreed.

—Yes.

He let the air out through his nose, slowly. And then, instead of the outburst Sabrina had 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 and didn’t get the chance. Esteban took her by the ankles, dragged her to the edge of the mattress, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and drove back in with one thrust.

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

—You thought wrong.

He fucked her looking her in the eyes this time, with no cover of shadow, no borrowed names. Every thrust was punishment and caress at once. He grabbed her sex with one big hand and worked it at the same rhythm with which he was inside her, and Sabrina felt her body splitting into two different pleasures that braided into one.

—You like it like this —he asked, hoarse.

—Yes. Don’t stop.

Their moans mixed together. Sweat, heat, the smell of raw sex. Esteban bit the inside of her thighs, squeezed her throat just enough for her to know who was in charge without cutting off her air.

—I’m going to come —he warned.

—Inside —Sabrina begged—. I want to feel it.

Esteban roared and emptied himself in a long shudder, driving all the way in. Sabrina came almost at the same time, her body arching against his. They stayed like that for several minutes, tangled together, gasping, until he collapsed beside her on the rumpled sheets.

***

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

—This isn’t ending 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 both worse and better—. 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—. I want to see you again. Away from her. What happens here doesn’t leave here.

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

—Okay. But on one condition.

—What.

—Next time don’t treat me like I’m her. I want you to know exactly who you’re with.

Esteban laughed, a deep, dark laugh.

—Deal.

***

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

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

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

—Good —she said—. Very good. Too good.

Carla sat down in front of her, anxious.

—Did he realize.

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

Carla went white.

—And what did he do.

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

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

Silence. Carla covered her mouth with both hands.

—Oh my God.

—Relax. Your boyfriend is still going to show up a virgin on the wedding night, just like you wanted. That didn’t change.

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 stood up from the couch, kissed her softly on the forehead, and walked toward her room.

—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 her cup cooling in her hands and the uncomfortable feeling that her twin sister had just taken something that, until that same morning, she had believed was hers alone.