750 Word Project

Anna reclined in her chair, her lips curling into a secretive smile as she swirled the ice in her glass. She leaned in closer to her sister Tori, her twin. Anna's eyes gleamed with mischief. Her skin was flushed, though it wasn't from the drink or the heat.

"I scored tonight," Anna began, her voice dripping with excitement,

Tori raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Her heartbeat quickened as she took a sip of her own drink, the anticipation building. She knew her sister well, Anna was never one to embellish unless there was something truly worth savoring.

"You scored how, exactly?" Tori asked. "In our game, or sexually?"

Anna giggled. "Both! Dan thought I was you, and I played along... all the way through." Anna continued, her eyes glinting with the memory. "He was talking to me, well, *to you*, about how beautiful I looked. And then..." She paused, the moment hanging between them, electric and charged.

Tori's breath caught, her skin tingling. But she stayed quiet, to allow Anna to weave her tale.

"He kissed me," Anna said, her voice low, sensual. "Right there, in front of everyone. Not a chaste kiss. He kissed me like he really meant it." Her lips curving into a smile as she recalled, eyes half-lidded, reliving the moment. "And of course, I kissed him back. I couldn't help myself. I assume that's how you would have handled it if it had actually been you."

Tori leaned in, eyes wide, a heady excitement coursed through her.

Anna continued in a hushed voice, "After that, he whispered for me to meet him upstairs. So I followed him, feeling like my heart was about to burst out of my chest. It was strange, though. Walking up those stairs as you, I could feel his desire. In the moment I admit that I lost track of myself a little bit. Dan wanted me, and I wanted him, but it was ok, because it was his wife that he wanted, and I wanted him to have her, me in that moment."

Tori's pulse thrummed in her ears as she listened, utterly captivated. It wasn't the first time that Dan had mixed the pair up, but it had never gone this far before. Tori's heart was thundering in her chest as she desperately awaited the rest of Anna's story.

"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."