Hotel

Marcie didn't protest when you quickly pulled into the parking lot of a hotel. You had been there a few times before with other woman. It was the kind of place where you paid by the hour and you weren't too concerned about leaving cum stains on the bed. Your twin might have cum here with some of her sexual partners.

You give the clerk a fake name and paid in cash, and in return he hands you an old school physical key. As you are walking to the elevator, Marcie reaches out and takes your hand in her own. You smile at her and gave her's a squeeze.

As the doors close behind you, she snuggles closer to you and lays her head on your shoulder.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" she asks. "What happened before, back at the doctor's office, he really didn't give you a choice. I don't think anyone could blame you for what happened. If we do this, this is on us."