Twinfidelity

Alexis Tae kicks back at home when the phone rings. Erica's on the line, breathing hard, voice tight. She forgot their anniversary—again—and Maya's already threatening to walk if she misses one more. Erica can't leave work. So she begs Alexis to stand in. Alexis blinks, stunned, then hears the clock ticking on her sister's relationship. Finally she caves. Later, outside Maya's loft, her heart hammers. The outfit Erica picked feels too loud, too much. Alexis raises her fist and knocks. Maya swings the door open in silk that clings like a promise. Heat sparks low in Alexis's stomach before she tucks it away. She steps inside wearing Erica's name. Alexis tries suggesting a boardwalk stroll, air and distance, but Maya slides closer, eyes heavy, mouth curled. She wants to stay in. Alexis swallows hard, insists she has to come clean, blurts the truth: she's Alexis. Maya only smiles wider. She already knew. Then Maya's mouth finds hers, and Alexis stops fighting. Tongues slide, hands grip, clothes come away piece by piece. Maya tastes her slowly, savoring, then pushes Alexis onto the bed and grinds against her until they’re both panting. Alexis ends up on top, riding Maya’s fingers, hips jerking, breath breaking into sharp little cries that echo off the loft walls. Maya licks and sucks her nipples, leaves marks down her ribs, flips her over and eats her from behind until Alexis’s legs shake. Alexis comes first, loud and shaking, then slips between Maya’s thighs and returns the favor—tongue stroking her clit in firm, wet circles until Maya’s thighs clamp around her head and she moans Alexis’s real name. Afterward they lie tangled, sweat cooling on skin, neither of them sorry.