ログインI used my mouth on my twin while her husband fucked me.Nora sat on the island with her wedding dress rucked to her hips and no patience left. No panties. She had taken them off in the pantry doorway like a woman who had already decided the price. Her cunt was flushed, wet, the same shape I knew from my own hand in a hundred locked bathrooms. She spread her knees. The veil box sat by her hip like a guest who should have left."Kneel," she said.I knelt. The tile was cold. Evan stood behind me, belt still open, cock wet from the fuck she had interrupted. Nora grabbed my hair the way he had in the bridal bathroom and pulled my mouth onto her.She tasted like nerves and heat. The same salt I knew from my own fingers. I licked a slow stripe up her and she jerked, heels knocking the cabinet. I sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked, and her thighs tried to close around my head."Don't be gentle," she said. "You weren't gentle with him."Evan shoved back into me from behind. The stretch w
Two weeks later I was in their kitchen with my dress around my waist and Evan’s cock in me, and Nora’s key hit the lock.He had texted she’s at her mother’s. I had come over like a thief who already had a key of her own. He didn’t kiss me hello. He looked at the dress, at my mouth, at the fact that I had locked my car and walked in anyway, and he turned me at the island before I could pretend this was a visit.“Two weeks,” he said. “You didn’t text. You just showed up.”“You said tomorrow. You didn’t say which one.”He shoved my panties aside. They were already damp. He dragged his cock through me, slow, from clit to entrance, until he felt how wet I already was. The head caught. He held it there.“You walk in dripping. You knew what this was.”“Yes.”He pushed in.The stretch was the coat room again, thicker, deeper, the angle punching a sound out of me that he covered with his hand. Cold stone under my cheek. His wedding band biting my hip. He sank until his hips hit my ass and stay
I spat him out, wiped my mouth on the robe, and opened the door with a smile that belonged to a bridesmaid."Button crisis," I said. "I'm fine."Nora looked at my mouth a second too long. Evan was a flush and a belt, already in the hall like he had been checking a cufflink. She didn't ask. The dress was louder than a question. I buttoned her up with his taste still on my tongue and walked behind her in white that wasn't mine.The ceremony was a blur of vows I had already broken. He kissed her. I held the bouquet. My cunt was still wet from the bathroom, swollen from my own fingers, and every time I shifted on the pew I felt it. No one could see it. That was the filth. He slid the ring onto her hand and I clenched around nothing, his cock still a ghost on my tongue.Reception. First dance. Nora laughing into his shoulder. He found me over her head. I touched the ribbon still knotted on my wrist and left through the side door.He came two minutes later. Coat room. Dim. Coats that smelle
Someone knocked, and Evan's cock was still in my mouth.That was the morning of my twin's wedding.Ten minutes earlier I had locked the bathroom off the bridal suite because Nora was in the next room with a makeup woman and a laugh I have worn my whole life. Same face. Different girl. She was getting the dress. I was getting the man she thought was only hers.Evan had followed me in. Months of looking. Months of his hand on my back at dinners, gone before Nora turned. He shut the door with his heel and did not ask if I was sure. I was sure. I had been sure before she said yes."Quiet," he said. "She's right there."I went to my knees on the tile in the bridesmaid robe. He opened his belt. He was already hard, thick, the head wet, and I took him in like I had practiced in my head every time she held his arm. My tongue under the ridge. My throat when he pushed. He braced a hand on the sink and fucked my mouth in short strokes so the mirror wouldn't rattle.Through the wall, Nora laughed
Mark fucked me in the morning because he thought the mess was for him.He woke hard, hospital sleep still on him, and rolled me under him before the light was honest. I was swollen. Sore. Wet in a way that wasn't a dream. He groaned when he pushed in, like my body had missed him, and I took it with my teeth in my lip because Wes was still there underneath, and Mark was sliding through his brother without knowing."God, Lena. You're—""Don't talk."He didn't last. He never did when he was tired and thought he had found me ready. A dozen strokes, a hand on my breast, his mouth on my neck an inch from the mark Wes had left. He came with a grateful sound and stayed on me, heavy, pleased with himself. I hadn't come. He kissed my cheek like that was the same thing."Needed that," he said. "Missed you.""Shower," I said. "I'll start coffee."He went. The water ran. I lay there with two men in me and the sheet a confession I kicked under the bed on my way to the kitchen.Wes was already at th
I cracked the door.Not wide. A finger of light on the hall floor, the latch off, the guest room still smelling like us. I showered fast and not well. I put Mark's shirt back on because my nightgown was in the wash and because I wanted Wes to see I had not become a wife again just by standing under water. His cum was still in me. I felt it when I walked to our bed.I lay on my side facing the hall. Phone on the nightstand. Earlier than I said still glowing on the lock screen. I did not text back.Wes did not wait for a second invitation.The crack widened. He came in without the lamp, sweats low, cock already hard again. He shut our door and did not lock it. Mark had a key. A lock would have been a confession if the key turned."You left it open," he said."You told me to decide.""I can hear the driveway from that room. If his car hits the gravel, I stop. You don't get to freeze and make me the only one who chose this.""Then don't waste the time."He pulled the sheet off. The shirt







