Note: All characters are 18 or older.
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It is hard to imagine now, but I was once a loving and devoted girlfriend and then fiancé; a chaste and Godly young woman whose only ambition was to be the perfect wife and mother.
But things change. How much? Well, two hours ago, I was getting fucked doggy style by the 19-year-old high school dropout who cleans our pool. And while young Jason was pounding me, I was happily lapping away at the newly shaved pussy of Debbie, the honor student who babysits for us on a regular basis. I had recently helped Jason seduce her, something her parents would be horrified to discover, but I don’t care because they’re a couple of religious prudes with massive sticks up their asses. Kind of like my husband.
So what happened, you ask? The answer is, Sarah happened. Sarah is my sister in law, the twin of my husband Darren. Twins in name only because two people could not be more different. Darren is a self-absorbed Mama’s boy, a bible thumper whose only concerns are coming across as a successful businessman and an upstanding member of the community. Sarah is a free spirit who doesn’t give a damn about what other people think of her. Sexually, she is what some people call a wanton slut, a woman without morals and a whore of the first order. She’s also my hero. If not for her, I’d be stuck having shitty sex in an unhappy marriage. Now I have great sex and a great marriage, just so long as my husband remains clueless about my activities. And frankly, he’s not that bright, so I’m not worried.
Although to his credit, he knew enough to try to prevent Sarah and me from becoming friends or even knowing about each other. Had she not bumped into us one night at a restaurant – we’d been dating about three months by then but it was already pretty serious- I’m not sure when or even if he would have told me about her. Apparently, he and his parents had agreed to keep me in the dark as to the existence of the black sheep of the family. The way things worked out, I can’t really blame them.
Unfortunately for them, Darren and I had reservations at Woodley’s the same evening that Sarah and three of her friends had chosen that spot to kick off a girls night out. So as we were walking down the sidewalk toward the restaurant, this gorgeous blonde in a sexy red dress, followed by three almost equally beautiful women, emerged from that establishment’s front door, looked right at us, smiled and cried out, “Hey Darren.”
We both stopped and I looked at this person who was calling out to my boyfriend in such a familiar manner. When I turned to him for an explanation, Darren was pretending to be fascinated by something across the street. I think if I hadn’t grabbed his arm, he might have tried to cross over, traffic be damned.
“Darren,” I asked him as the blonde slowly approached. “Who is that woman?”
“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t see me,” she called out in an amused tone, apparently not having heard me.
At that, he had no choice but to turn and affect a look of surprise “Sarah, I didn’t see you there,” he said, ignoring her comment completely. “How are you?”
I stood there as she approached him, stopping a couple of feet away, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
“Fabulous as always,” she said with a big smile. “And you?”
“Good, thanks,” he said in a tone that hinted his displeasure at seeing her. I stood quietly next to him, glancing from one to the other for a couple of seconds, expecting some sort of introduction. Evidently, however, one was not going to be forthcoming, so I stuck out my hand and said, “Hi, I’m Emily, Darren’s girlfriend. And you are?”
She turned to me and grasped my outstretched hand. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m Sarah. So nice to meet you, Emily.”
She looked at me as if the name was supposed to mean something, but of course it didn’t. I guess the look of somewhat hostile puzzlement on my face clued her in to that since she quickly added, “Darren’s twin sister.”
“Sister?” I asked, shooting Darren a look.
“Oh, you didn’t tell her about me,” Sarah asked in a bemused rather than angry tone.
“Can you blame me? Look, we have to go before we lose our reservation. I’ll tell Mom you said hi,” He took my arm and began trying to guide me away but I was having none of it.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” I said, standing my ground. “Darren never mentioned he had a sister, which is a bit of a surprise since we’ve been dating for three months.”
I shot him a look but he just hung his head and gave it a little shake. It was obvious that this was a meeting he had hoped would never occur.
“Oh, don’t be too hard on him. We don’t see eye to eye on most things and he was probably just trying to figure out how to break the news gently. And since my parents tend to agree more with him than me, they probably didn’t mention me either.”
“No, no they didn’t. But here you are,” I said, eyeing her up and down. I’m not gay and at that point, had never really had any sexual feelings for a woman. Namıkkemal Escort But even I had to admit that Sarah was a knockout, in that old school Hollywood bombshell kind of way. Think Marilyn Monroe or Lana Turner, but with discretely placed tattoos, which I wouldn’t find out about for several more months. “Well, lucky for him, he no longer has to worry about how to tell me he has a secret sister. And now that we’ve met, I would love to get to know you better. Care to join us for dinner?”
Without turning I could tell that Darren was grimacing, possibly shaking in fury even, but I didn’t care. I was more than a little ticked that this was how I was meeting his twin sister, so he could just deal with it.
“That’s so sweet, but I can’t. We’re heading out for phase two of our girls night out. Stacy there,” turning to indicate a stunning redhead wearing the epitome of the Little Black Dress, “just got engaged and we’re celebrating.”
“Congratulations,” I called out to Stacy, who waved and smiled. “Well, in that case, perhaps we could have you over to my place for dinner sometime?”
“Sounds great! I’ll call Darren and we can set up a time,” she replied. “Well, enjoy your dinner. It was great seeing you again, bro. Wonderful to meet you, Emily.”
She gave him a playful punch on the arm, which he ignored, and then surprised me with a warm embrace before turning and hurrying off with her friends. I gave Darren a ‘you better be able to explain this’ look and followed him to the restaurant. For his part, he looked pale and worried.
We had barely sat down before I had let him know in no uncertain terms that I was very unhappy at being lied to like that.
“I didn’t lie,” he protested. “You never actually asked if I had any siblings.”
“That’s because you always told me it was just you and your parents,” I shot back in an angry voice. “And your parents told me the same thing.”
“No, we didn’t. Look, I know it seems like we were being dishonest, but we never actually lied to you. True, the way I answered some of your questions about my life and my family may have led you to believe that I was an only child, but I was very careful to never actually lie to you about it. I just, I wanted to keep you from finding out about my sister until I thought it was safe. And I asked my parents to go along with it, for my sake. Please don’t be angry at them.”
“I’m angry with you all, and you admitting that you deliberately misled me isn’t doing anything at all to make me less so.” My voice must have been rising since he began to cast nervous glances around the room.
“Please don’t make a scene,” he hissed. “I’m really sorry, but please let me explain. I only did it because I really care about you and really believe we could have a future together. I was worried that if you found out about her you’d feel differently about me.”
“How could you having a sister impact our relationship?” I asked bewilderedly. “What could that have to do with us at all?”
“Look, you’re one of the few women I’ve met who really seem to share my values. You’re as devoted to God and the church as I am, and as my parents are. We’re both committed to a real Christian relationship, including celibacy until marriage, which honestly is where I hope we’re heading. But Sarah is the complete opposite. I don’t even think she believes in God. She’s the exact opposite of me. She’s practically evil incarnate.”
I just stared at him, dumbstruck. It was true that we were both deeply religious people, at least in how we behave. Deep down, I had my doubts, but I never shared them with Darren. We’d met at a Christian singles mixer which a friend had dragged me to and I’d been thrilled to meet Darren there. He was tall, kind of good looking in a nerdy sort of way and seemed kind. Not exactly a ladies’ man, but the charmers and lady killers I’d met always seemed so shallow to me. Darren struck me as different. I thought he had a deep soul, which just goes to show that my people reading skills back then weren’t all that great. Or maybe I was just desperate to meet someone. For most guys, the celibacy before marriage thing was a deal killer, but not with Darren.
“She’s your twin,” I replied. “How can she possibly be that different? And how can you say something so mean about your own sister?”
“Because I know her. I may not be a saint all the time, but at least I understand that sin exists and should be avoided. My sister practically revels in it. She’s got no sense of morality at all.”
I gave him a skeptical glance. I doubted anyone related to Darren could be that sinful. His parents were as religious as mine had been. I just assumed that he was being a little overly dramatic, which I had noticed he had a tendency to do.
“What could she possibly have done that’s so bad?” I asked.
“How much time do you have?” he responded. “Let’s see. In high school, reliable gossip had her sleeping with at least one of her teachers and any number of our Namıkkemal Escort Bayan fellow students. It was also said that she had been having sex with the father of this kid she sometimes babysat. I know some people who went to the same college as her and they all told me that she was even worse there. Sleeping with professors, having sex with multiple men at once, never having a boyfriend for more than a few weeks. One family friend even saw her outside of a movie theater kissing another woman.”
“That’s really hard to believe. Maybe she’s no saint but that sounds more like the sort of thing people make up about other people they don’t like. I mean really, a teenage girl doing all that? Come on.” I crossed my arms and gave him a stern look. “Do you know for certain that any of this is true? Sounds more like salacious gossip and mean spirited rumors to me.”
He drew in a deep breath and sighed slowly as he released it, something he does whenever he thinks I’m being silly or naïve, which was far too often for my taste. Darren sometimes treats me like an innocent child, incapable of seeing the world how it really is. He viewed himself as the worldly one in our relationship, which couldn’t have been further from the truth.
“No, Emily, I don’t. I didn’t have my sister followed by a detective or bug her phone or something. But I grew up with her. I know what she’s like. You don’t.”
“Of course I don’t. How could I. I’ve only just found out she exists. She’s your twin sister. You should be extra close to her and instead, it seems like you’ve shut her out of your life,” I said “Look, if we’re going to have a real, long-term relationship, then you need to be completely honest with me. I don’t like secrets. Any other siblings or anyone else I should know about?”
“No, just her. And she’s enough, trust me,” he said sullenly. “Look, I’m sorry I misled you but look at it from my point of view. My parents have lost friends because they feel like Mom and Dad didn’t do enough to control Sarah. I’ve had other girlfriends – ones I didn’t care about nearly as much as I care about you – that felt like they wanted nothing to do with her, so they dumped me. She can seem nice when she wants to, but she’s very manipulative. I just feel like we’re better off with her out of our lives.”
Looking at him, I could see he meant every word of it. He really was that frightened of what Sarah might do to our relationship. Unfortunately, all of his warnings had done nothing but intrigue me. The truth was that he and his parents would have been better off being honest from the beginning. Sarah wouldn’t have been so mysterious and therefore so fascinating to me. I might have just written her off as the screw-up Darren, and later his parents, assured me she was. But by their hiding her existence from me, they all but guaranteed that I’d want to know more about her. So in a way, everything that happened afterward was Darren’s fault. Or so I like to tell myself.
“Well, that’s not going to happen. I want to get to know her for myself,” I said stubbornly. “She’s coming over for dinner to my apartment. End of discussion!”
And so she did, just a couple of weeks later. She showed up with a nice bottle of wine and a fresh-baked cherry cheesecake, one of my favorites. I suppose Darren told her. It was an interesting dinner, mostly because it was fascinating to see how the two of them were so different. Physically about all they have in common is their blond hair.
Darren is tall and lean with sharp facial features including a long, pointed nose. Sarah has a softer face that matches her curvy body. She has wide hips, large pillowy breasts and a very ample rear end. But the difference go much deeper. Sarah has a warm, bubbly personality. She loves to tell jokes, especially dirty ones, has a deep husky laugh, and is a very touchy-feeling kind of person. Darren is more the quiet, serious type who doesn’t really like being touched. In fact, I initially thought he might have a germ phobia the way he hesitated to hold my hand or kiss me on the lips on our first few dates.
The evening went great. We talked about my career as a fourth-grade teacher, her job as a writer for the city’s alternative weekly and the things we did for fun. I mentioned church and watching old movies with friends, while she admitted to hitting the bars or dance clubs on occasion. We weren’t really alike it seemed but still we hit it off much better than I’d imagined we would. The only damper on the evening was Darren, who didn’t like my drinking so much wine and clearly was uncomfortable with how well Sarah and I got along. I thought he would have a heart attack when I accepted Sarah’s invitation to go clothes shopping the following weekend.
“Are you kidding me,” he hissed after we’d said our good nights. “You’re going to see her again?”
I turned from the door I’d just closed and shot him what I hoped was my fiercest look. I had enjoyed the dinner immensely and was looking forward Escort Namıkkemal to getting to know Sarah even better.
“Yes I am. For one thing, I need some new clothes and she was dressed very nicely. I’m sure she’ll be able to help me pick out some nice outfits. And she was hardly the demoness you made her out to be. I for one had a lovely evening.”
With that, I brushed past him and headed for the kitchen to start the cleanup.
The next Saturday, Sarah picked me up and we headed for the mall. On the way, we chatted about fashion, music and movies. She was telling me about an erotic thriller she’d seen the previous night, which had kept her from getting to sleep until almost midnight.
“Scary as anything. On the other hand, it did have some really hot sex scenes,” she said, then laughed as she saw me blush.
“Well,” I stammered, “that’s not really my kind of thing.”
“What, sex isn’t your kind of thing?” She looked at me and then, seeing that I had grown even redder and was clearly a little annoyed by the remark, immediately apologized. “I’m sorry. That was rude. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“It’s okay,” I replied, embarrassed to be discussing sex with her. “It’s just that your brother and I have committed to a chaste relationship until the wedding. We believe in following biblical teachings.”
“Good for you,” she said.
“Really? I didn’t think you’d approve, based on what Darren’s told me,” I replied, trying not to sound judgmental. She just laughed.
“Yes, someday you’ll have to tell me everything my dear brother has said. He’s right that we’re not too much alike. I’m definitely the black sheep of the family,” Sarah said. “As for your decision, listen, I admire anyone who sticks to their principals. If that’s what you truly believe in, then that’s what you should do. And I know it must be hard, especially in a culture that uses sex as a marketing ploy and a measure of self-worth.”
“Thanks. That means a lot,” I told her. We drove the next few minutes in silence and I thought about hat she said. It wasn’t the sentiment I’d expect from the hedonist that Darren had described to me. I decided most of what he told me had been overblown or completely made up. I also wondered if perhaps I could serve as a positive influence on her and, more importantly, as a bridge that could reconnect her with her family. But I would have to take it slowly, I realized. Pushing the issue would only make matters worse, so I didn’t ask any follow-up questions or volunteer any information.
After a couple of very successful hours shopping, we headed over to a nearby Italian restaurant for lunch. Sarah surprised me by ordering a carafe of wine. It seemed like a lot to me, but I didn’t say anything. I was having a good time and didn’t want to sour our day. Besides, it might grease the wheels for a more honest conversation about her past. Of course, that works both ways, as I was shortly to find out.
I really wanted to know the truth about her and if there was any validity at all to what Darren had said. I also thought she had the right to know what he’d told me, but wasn’t sure how to start that conversation. For most of the meal we talked about the clothes we’d bought, our favorite television shows and celebrity gossip. I may have been a good church girl, but I followed the tabloids and so did she. It was just a nice, getting to know each other kind of conversation. It wasn’t until our dessert had arrived, and I’d had a lot more wine than I’d planned, that I worked up the courage to ask her about her love life and if she had a boyfriend, which I thought a good way to re-visit the talk we’d had in the car.
“My love life?” she chuckled, her wine glass poised halfway to her lips. “What are you really asking, Emily, whether I’m dating someone or whether the stories my brother has told you are actually true?”
I was amazed at her perceptiveness and embarrassed at how easily she’d seen through me. I turned bright red, which was, in the first few months of our friendship, a common occurrence whenever we got together. “No, I mean, well I was just…,” I said, then smiled and shook my head. “I guess I’m busted. He did tell me some things and I am a little curious. I’m happy to tell you want to hold me. I think you have the right to know.”
Sarah gave me an appreciative smile, and then laughed. “I think I can make a pretty good guess what he told you. And I’m happy to respond in as much detail as you like, although I have to warn you, it won’t be nearly as titillating a conversation as you might be expecting.”
“Really, it’s none of my business,” I protested, suddenly afraid of what kind of can of worms I’d just opened. “I’m not going to let anything Darren told me affect my view of you. Your life is yours to lead as you wish.”
“Well, that’s very sweet but I would rather get it out there. I’m not one to hide my true self and I’m ashamed of very few things that I’ve ever done, and not at all of what I’m sure Darren has told you about.
“I’m guessing that most if not all of what my brother has told you relates to my sex life, right?” She gave me a piercing look and I slowly nodded yes. “My brother exaggerates but he is correct in that I am no virgin, nor do I accept my parents, or Darren’s, idea of morality. What specifically has he told you, anyway?”