LOGINISABELLA.Michael stood there in the middle of my dark bedroom, his chest rising and falling fast, eyes locked on me like he was starving. The cool night air from the open window brushed against my skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat spreading through my body. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. This was real. He had actually climbed through my fucking window like a madman because he couldn’t wait any longer. Because of me.I sat up slowly on my bed, letting the silence stretch between us. I wanted him to feel every second of this. I wanted him nervous. Desperate. Guilty.“You’re actually insane,” I whispered, my voice low but steady. “Arabella is sleeping just down the hall. What if she heard you climbing in? What if she wakes up right now?”Michael swallowed hard. His hands were clenched at his sides. “I know. I know how risky this is, Isabella. But I couldn’t stay away. I read your message one hundred times. I watched that video until I almost came han
ISABELLA.I had opened Michael’s message at least ten times already, maybe more. “I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck you tonight. Tell me where and when. I don’t care how risky it is. I need that pussy.”Every single time I read it, this warm, wicked rush spread through my body. My pussy would clench and get wet all over again. I could almost feel how desperate he was when he typed that—probably stroking his thick cock while staring at the video I sent him. But I still didn’t reply. I wanted to see what he would do. How far he would go if I left him hanging like a desperate dog. The thought of toying with my sister’s boyfriend turned me on more than anything. It felt so fucking good knowing I had that kind of power over him. Arabella had no idea her man was losing his mind over me.I was still lying on my bed grinning at my phone when Arabella suddenly pushed my door open without knocking. “Isabella, get up. I’m not cooking dinner alone tonight. Come help me in the kitchen.”I g
MICHAEL.The last of my friends finally left around 2 PM the next day. The house was a mess of empty bottles, pizza boxes, and random cups everywhere. I was sitting on the couch with three of my closest boys, nursing a beer and trying to act normal after the wildest night of my life. My head was still spinning from everything that happened with Isabella.We were just shooting the shit when Dave looked at me and grinned. “So how’s it going with Arabella, man? She seemed extra clingy last night.”I took a long sip of my beer, then leaned back and let out a heavy breath. I’d been holding this shit in for way too long. “Real talk? I’m only dating Arabella to get close to Isabella.”All three of them froze and stared at me.“Wait… what?” Jamal said, laughing in disbelief. “You’re fucking with us, right?”“Nah, I’m serious,” I said, rubbing my face. “I met Arabella first, but the second I saw Isabella I was done. They’re identical twins, same face, same body… but Isabella? She’s on another
ISABELLA.The morning after the party, I couldn’t stop smiling the entire ride back home. Arabella and I were sitting in the back of the Uber while the driver played some quiet music. I kept staring out the window with this satisfied little grin on my face, replaying everything that happened last night in Michael’s guest room. The way he was on his knees, face buried between my legs, licking my pussy like a desperate man while my twin sister slept right next door. The way his voice shook when I told him he wasn’t getting to fuck me. How helpless and horny he looked when I sent him back to his room with blue balls and my taste still all over his mouth. It made me feel so powerful. So fucking wet all over again just thinking about it.Arabella noticed immediately. She turned to me and raised an eyebrow. “Why are you smiling like that? You’ve been grinning since we left Michael’s house. Did something happen last night?”I shrugged, still smiling, feeling that warm glow in my chest. “Noth
ISABELLA.I was sitting on the edge of the guest bed in the dark when the door finally opened. Michael slipped inside and closed it softly behind him. He stood there for a moment, breathing heavy, staring at me like he still couldn’t believe what he was doing. The moonlight coming through the window lit up his face. He looked guilty as hell, but his cock was already hard again in his jeans. I could see the bulge clearly.I didn’t say anything at first. I just spread my legs slowly on the bed and leaned back on my elbows, letting my short skirt ride up so he could see my tiny black thong. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode. This was really happening. My twin sister was sleeping right next door, and her boyfriend was in here with me instead.Michael took a few steps closer. “Isabella… Arabella is literally right there,” he whispered. “She fell asleep but if she wakes up…”“Shut up,” I said quietly, cutting him off. “You made your choice when you agreed to
ISABELLA.I stood there in Michael’s bedroom with my arms crossed tight under my tits, staring him down while his jeans were still halfway down his thighs and his thick eight-inch cock was rock hard, pointing straight at me. The head was shiny with precum, veins bulging all along the shaft. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack. His face had gone completely pale, eyes wide with panic, mouth opening and closing like he couldn’t find the right words.“Isabella, please,” he begged, his voice cracking as he tried to pull his jeans up but his dick was too hard to fit back in easily. “This isn’t what it looks like. I swear. Just… don’t say anything to Arabella. I’m begging you.”I felt a rush of heat between my legs. My pussy was throbbing so hard I had to squeeze my thighs together. On the outside I kept my face cold, but inside I was smiling like a fucking winner. This was the same Michael who barely noticed me when Arabella first brought him home. Now here he was, caught red







