Mistaen Identity

Author's note: I only just noticed that the formatting wasn't saved. Whoops. Apologies for anything that may have been hard to follow but everything here should be properly italicized.

***

Caetlyn was taking the longest shower of her life. Although,

taking,

may have been the wrong word. That implied that she was actively showering instead of sitting underneath the warm spray with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs.

She wanted to stay like that forever. The hot drops of water, the steam rising around her, the way her skin was starting to prune. They were all constants. As unfailing as the sun rising every morning. She needed constant, because too many things in her life had changed all at once.

Sure, things with her fiance, Jeremy, hadn't been great for a while but she had done her best to convince herself it was nothing. They had been together for four years and come out on the other side of several hard patches so she chalked the roughness of this last one up to him being overworked. He always told her how demanding his job was as an accountant. How he didn't have a choice but to spend nights in the office so late that he was too tired for anything else when he finally got home.

She chose to believe him, despite the blow to her self confidence and the other signs. Perfume clinging to his skin when he finally got in. His clothes being a mess. The late night phone calls he would take outside. But she refused to believe it until the other night when she told him she was staying with a friend and wouldn't be home.

It was all planned out. She showed up at the house later on, naked but for a trencoat and with a freshly baked batch of his favorite, oatmeal raisin cookies. Cookies, for Christ's sake. She was a tattoo artist, not a baker. Yet after slaving over them, they only served as projectiles when she walked in on Jeremy balls deep in some random woman. He didn't even have the grace to stop or look ashamed.

"Bastard," she muttered, her words drowned out by the pouring water. Except the sound of her voice was enough to draw her out of her own memories and force her to consider her own situation.

She was so, so mad at Jeremy for being a cheating scumbag and yet, here she was. Pale skin bruised from clenching fingers and biting teeth. Pussy swollen from the relentless pounding it received last night.

Caetlyn wasn't sure what was worse.

That she had betrayed her very own sister?

Or that she had enjoyed nearly every minute of it?

Her mind tried to fall down the rabbit hole again, bringing a blush to her cheeks but with guilt riding on the tail of it. How was she supposed to face Melissa ever again? Or David, for that matter? Every time she closed her eyes she saw his face above her, pinched in strain. Felt his already large cock swell and jerk as he spilled his seed inside of her.

How was she even supposed to go about trying to forget that? Or confessing to what she had done? The very thought sent a lead ball rolling madly around inside her stomach.

I'm the worst sister, ever.

There was a knock on the door and her head jerked up. "You alright in there, Cat?" Melissa's concerned voice floated through and it only made her feel worse. "I was going to get breakfast started in a few if you're feeling up to it."

Had she said lead ball? Because it morphed and turned into a skyscraper that somehow balanced atop her shoulders. Melissa was going to be treating her with kid gloves because of the business with Jeremy and he was the farthest thing from her mind.

"Yeah," she croaked, before clearing her throat. "I'm fine, Breakfast sounds good."

Caetlyn couldn't see or hear anything on the other side of the door. But call it twin powers or something else, she knew her sister was leaning against it, easily picking out the bullshit and deciding if she was going to call her on it.

"Okay," Melissa said finally. "Come down whenever you're ready."

Did she know?

A part of her wondered. But she was never going to find out sitting in here. Taking a deep breath of steam, she wiggled her toes and leaned forward to turn the shower off. It was time to face what was surely going to be the worst day of her life.

***

Twenty minutes later Caetlyn was in a borrowed, green, long sleeved shirt and yesterday's blue jeans, heading down the stairs like a woman on her way to the gallows.

Thankfully, her clothing hid all the physical evidence of the night before but nothing could stop the awkward atmosphere that immediately settled over the room the second she rounded the corner into the kitchen and saw David leaning on the kitchen island.

"Hi," she squeaked, cringing at the sound of her own voice even as she waved half heartedly.

His eyes flew to hers and the coffee mug paused halfway to his lips. "Hey," he said gruffly, looking her up and down before catching himself and finding something incredibly interesting about the marble countertop. Too bad the damage was already done.

With that one look, her skin was flushed and her heart was beating hard in her chest. How were they supposed to return to the casualness they'd achieved after a decade of knowing each other after what happened last night? Climbing Mt. Everest would be easier.

Melissa had her back to them while she poured batter on the griddle but she looked over her shoulder and frowned. "You feeling alright, sis?"

"Huh?"

"Your face is pretty red."

Her heart skipped a beat and the smile she pasted on her face was so fake it was wooden. "I must've stayed in the shower too long. Got a little overheated."

Melissa's eyes narrowed but she said nothing. That should've made Caetlyn feel better, but it didn't. As her sister went back to her pancakes, she moved further into the room with all the eagerness of someone walking through quicksand. She settled on the opposite side of David and pulled out a tall chair, making sure it made enough noise to get his attention.

When his eyes landed on her again, she mouthed,

"Does she know?"

His features tightened but he shook his head. A completely irrational anger that he was keeping secrets surged but it mellowed when his lips moved.

"Not yet."

She buried her face in her hands. "This is such mess."

A plate clinked down in front of her and she opened her eyes to see pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs, along with Melissa's pinched face. "What's a mess?"

Of course I said that out loud. Good job, Cat. Good. Freaking. Job.

She could see David holding his breath and as she said, "this whole thing with Jeremy," he took a sip of coffee to hide his exhale.

"I just don't know what I'm going to do," she said truthfully, staring down at her plate as emotion flooded her. "Maybe I was just being willfully ignorant but I never saw a future where we weren't together. I'm not exactly Suzy Homemaker but I thought I made a good partner. I thought we had a good thing going. I thought we would be a family."

Like it was yesterday, she saw herself on Jeremy's arm at the mall while she threw out casual hints about rings. An unexpected sob tore at her throat, her eyes watered as tears started to fall and suddenly Melissa was beside her, pulling into a hug.

"Shhhh..." Melissa started rubbing slow circles with her nails at the small of her back, the same thing she used to do when they were kids and Caetlyn was upset. "Right now, you don't need to worry about a thing. Besides, you have a family right here, isn't that right, David?"

Warmth from her other side surrounded her, offering comfort, and before she could think too much about it, his huge palm was on her head, stroking through her hair. She peeped up at him from beneath her lashes and his eyes were burning into hers but for the moment, last night wasn't hanging over them both like a cloud.

"I might be overstepping," he started, choosing his words carefully. "But that no good little weasel fuck never deserved you."

"David!" Melissa scolded, reaching around to slap him on the arm but he darted out of reach, taking his warmth with him. Had his presence always been so reassuring?

He raised his hands. "What? It's the truth. I mean seriously, the guy was a freaking accountant." He shuddered dramatically, and she couldn't help but smile. "Who voluntarily wants to do accounting? No one in their right mind, I'll tell you that."

"David Belkor Oliver." Melissa stomped her foot. "Be nice!"

Caetlyn snickered, waving for her to stand down. "It's fine, Mel. He did kind of have a face like a weasel."

"Thank you!" David exclaimed.

Melissa patted her on the back once more as she stood and folded her arms over her chest. "Don't you have to get to work, big mouth?"

David checked his watch and Caetlyn felt her eyes drawn inexorably towards the defined muscles of his forearm before she could pull them away. "Shit, you're right." He stepped towards the counter and leaned over it to meet Melissa halfway in a kiss that started off innocently enough. Then her sister's hands came up and cupped his jaw at the same time her tongue delved out. He groaned low in his throat and Caetlyn swallowed thickly, blood heating a moment before they broke apart.

That was hot.

She watched in silence as they slowly separated, eyes blazing. There was a very good chance that if she wasn't there, they would already be ripping their clothes off. She hadn't wished to be invisible since high school but she would've given anything right then to watch.

To see her sister naked atop the top the marbled countertop, skin flushed and sweaty.

David flexing and huge between her spread legs.

The lips of her pussy stretching as they wrapped around that huge-

A hand rested on her forehead and Melissa leaned into her line of sight, pink lips forming words that took a second to register. "You sure you're feeling okay?"

Caetlyn blinked, noticed that David was gone, along with his coffee mug. Blinked again when she found her gaze being drawn back towards Melissa's lips. "Fine," she managed, pushing the hand away gently. "Maybe a little overwhelmed but fine."

Other than the fact that not only am I a cheater, I'm also a pervert whose fantasies feature my twin sister!

"Maybe I should head back to the house," she continued, not airing her other thoughts. "See if I can gather a few things while he isn't there until I can find a place to stay. Lord knows I'm glad we ended up far away from mom and dad but the hotels around here aren't-"

"Are you crazy?"

Caetlyn frowned, looking into a scowling face identical to hers. "Excuse me?"

"Did you miss every word of my family speech, little sis?"

"You're seriously going there? Twelve minutes older doesn't count for squat."

"It does when I'm telling you that there's no way in hell you're about to go stay in a hotel. You're staying here. With us. And this isn't a discussion so snap your cute little mouth closed. That decision is final. Now eat your breakfast, it's getting cold." With that, she stomped back around to the kitchen sink and started cleaning plates before putting them in the dishwasher.

Caetlyn sat in stunned silence for a moment before she found her voice. "What did David say about this?"

"He doesn't know, yet." Melissa turned her head and something mischievous sparkled in her eyes. Not for the first time, Caetlyn wished they shared that psychic bond some twins had. "But I don't think he'll complain about the arrangement."

She froze with a fork full of eggs halfway to her mouth and forced her hand to keep moving. Her mouth to start chewing. It was true, she wasn't psychic. They weren't the Wonder Twins. But being attached at the hip for the better part of twenty nine years did have certain perks. So whether it was something in the sentence structure or tone or the way Melissa's lips curled, a certainty settled over her like fog rolling into the bay.

She knew.