"When we got to the bedroom," Anna breathed, her gaze distant as she relived the moment, "he couldn't get enough of me. It wasn't slow or gentle. It was urgent, almost desperate, like he couldn't wait another second. He didn't rip my clothes off, but it wasn't far from it."
Tori could picture it, the soft glow of their bedroom, the way Dan's hands must have moved, thinking it was her. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a rush of excitement blooming in her chest. It was an experience she knew well, her husband's hands urgent with desire. His breath short and excited. Yet she experienced it differently as Anna described it. Both familiar and strange.
Anna's voice, now a whisper, "It was amazing, Tori. To be you in that moment. He practically threw me onto the bed, and I almost panicked wondering if your pussy was shaved or had a strip like mine. He didn't hesitate though, and I have to admit that I was as wet and ready as I can ever remember being. He pounded into me for almost ten minutes before he was done. I had three orgasms on him! When he was done, he kissed me for several minutes. First with passion, then with such tenderness I almost wept. I wanted to say something... to tell him who I really was. But I didn't. I was worried that Mike would find out."
The silence that followed was thick, every breath heavy. Tori's heart raced with the same undeniable thrill that had her sister aglow. This feeling was why they played their game. The shared sense of self, of doing things as each other, and thrilling in the shared experiences.
Anna leaned back, her expression both triumphant and expectant, waiting for Tori to respond. But instead of words, Tori's lips curved into a smile of her own, a knowing, dangerous smile. She let the moment hang, relishing the shared thrill, the deepening of their game.
Then, finally, Tori leaned forward, her voice soft and sultry. "While you were upstairs with Dan," she said, her eyes locking onto Anna's, "Mike and I were in the garage."
