Your twin sister, Mari

You know it’s wrong. You know you shouldn’t have these feelings for her. But you can’t help it. You want to fuck the shit out of your twin sister, Marisol or, as she prefers to be called, Mari.

You want to rub your fingers through her brown wavy hair. You want to feel the touch of her light brown skin. You want her to wrapped her perfect dick sucking lips on your hard cock. You want to see if the forbidden fruit truly is the sweetest.

You’ve fantasied about her calling you “big brother” as you pound her pussy into oblivion. You would never have an opportunity to do this with the real her, but this a fantasy version of her. A manifestation of your deepest desires.

Mari walks up to you, hair up in pigtails, wearing nothing but a black bra and thong set. Her B cups boobs and her tight ass from years of ballet are greatly displayed in her lingerie. “Well, hello there ‘big brother.’ Judging by that silly look on your face, you’re excited to see me.”

“You know, I’m only older than you by three minutes?” Mari shrugs, “Still older.”

You ask, “What’s the occasion? Why are you dressed like that?” Mari looks down at her outfit. “Oh, this little old thing. It’s just something I wanted to put on. But I don’t see why you’re complaining. I see that hard-on in your pants.”

“Who said I was complaining?” You ask. Mari replies, “Good. Because, if you think I hadn’t noticed all those times your eyes have traveled south on my body, you’ve got another thing coming.” She gets right in your face. “But you want to know a secret? I loved it when you did that. I’d even leave the door to my room a little open, just so could get a peak at me when I’m changing. The idea of, one day, you no longer being able to control your emotions. That you can’t take it anymore and you just ravage my body excited me to no end. In fact, it still does.”