I stood looking up at the front of the house, a thrill running through me at the thought of what I was about to do, at my sheer daring. In that house was a man who I had no right to be with, had no right to do what I planned on doing with, and I knew without a doubt that I didn't care. I was going to do it anyway.
A little bit of back-story might be in order. My sister, Kelsey, is engaged to a man named Trey. She cheats on him with this guy Jeremy, and doesn't feel bad about it at all. When I asked her why she cheats, she told me she couldn't help it, that she loves Jeremy. When I asked her why she bothered to remain engaged to Trey, she said the words that piqued my interest. "The sex is fucking amazing."
Now since I consider myself a connoisseur of men and sex both, any time I hear about a guy who's "fucking amazing" in bed, I want to take him for a test-drive. But, of course, this one was engaged to my sister, so he should be off-limits. Except... Kelsey obviously didn't love him enough if she was willing to cheat on him, and she admitted that she loved someone else. The sex was the only thing keeping her with Trey, and while I'm the last person to ever consider being in a committed relationship, I knew that sex wasn't the only thing you should be in one for. So, I was starting to think that maybe it wouldn't be such a violation of the sisterly code to spend a night with her fiancé, after all.
As I prepared myself to open Trey's front door, after which there was no turning back, the conversation I'd had with Kelsey earlier that night replayed itself in my head.
"Where are you going?"
Kelsey winked at me. "I'm staying over at Jeremy's tonight."
I rolled my eyes at her. "Shouldn't you be at Trey's?"
Kelsey sighed and rolled her eyes back at me. "I should be, but I want to be with Jeremy." She picked up her purse and I could see her thoughts turn inward. "It's been three days since we've seen each other, and I'm dying to feel him inside me."
I smirked. Our conversations tended toward the graphic, so her admission didn't bother me. "Doesn't Trey ever wonder where you are? Don't most engaged people pretty much live together?"
She shrugged. "I just tell him I have an early morning and I can't spend the night with him because I'll be too tired."
My eyebrows shot to the top of my forehead. "And he believes that?"
She grinned mischievously. "Absolutely. When I stay the night with him, we fuck for hours. If we're in bed by nine or ten, we're not done until around two in the morning. He knows after nights like that I'm fucking exhausted and if I have an early morning, there's no way I can hang that long."
Instantly, lust started curling in the pit of my stomach. The idea of fucking all night long, the number of orgasms I would have, made me feel a little light-headed, and for the first time in a very long time, I was jealous of my sister.
So as Kelsey waved and walked out the door, I began to formulate my plan.
Two hours later, I stood in front of Trey's house, my hand on the door knob, ready to assume a role I'd played many times before. You see, Kelsey and I are nearly identical. I'm twenty-two and she's twenty-three, but we pass for twins all the time. She's about a half inch taller than me, and her eyes are a bright green instead of my deep blue-gray, but in all other ways we're mirror images. Long black hair, thick black eyelashes, peaches and cream complexion, hourglass figures with a lot of sand in the top. We both boasted 32D breasts, which was one of the reasons we'd never been without a date when we wanted one. A pair of heels and green contacts for me, or flats and blue contacts for her, and no one knew we were switching identities.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and slipped inside, remaining as quiet as possible. The house was dark, so I assumed that by now, he'd be in bed. I tiptoed up the stairs, thankful that I'd been here with Kelsey many times in the past and knew my way around enough to avoid the squeaky spot in the step that would announce my arrival.
