"You lied," I forced the words out of my mouth.

But a look from him buried every other word I had wanted to say.

He towered over me, coming close more than ever. I had to do something, say something...

"You had better stay right there...,"

But I was too late, his mouth captured my lips in a shocking, provocative kiss. My body reacted instantly to his touch, I let out a gasp when he kissed me.

"You know how long I've waited for this moment?" His translucent voice was husky, his eyes held so much desire as he paused to look into my eyes.

I felt my mouth tied yet waiting for his perfect lips to do justice to my lips again. What had he just said, that he had been waiting for this moment?

My breaths were shaking, my legs were beginning to turn to jelly. I could barely comprehend the magnitude of our little kiss. Karl closed up the rest of the gap between us, a finger of his tilting my chin high to meet his face.

"You have the most seductive lips, Jenn," he said.

I'd never heard him call my name in such an endearing way. It felt awkward to me. What was becoming of Karl? That, I would love to know.

"I believe I must have you smitten," he side-grinned, one of his unique features.

When I thought that was done, he leaned in again, kissing me ferociously, ramming his lips down on mine. I moaned as his tongue slipped into my mouth, my response to him was my undoing.

He picked me up from my waist, and I gasped. He held me firmer, urging my legs to wrap around his waist.

"Karl, Karl," I whimpered, trying to push him off as I noticed how intense this was getting.

This was my first, and I surely didn't want him to know. I recalled how I'd bragged to him two years earlier about how I had the best boyfriend in my life. When in truth, I had paid off some dude to act as my boyfriend so Karl wouldn't think me a wack.

His wet kisses certainly had my folds dripping sweet fluids, I bit down on my lower lip, fighting the urge not to succumb to his touches.

His hands fumbled with my breasts, and I felt my nipples hardened against my bra top. He situated me on the bar counter where we hoard our drinks and parted my legs while he pushed himself in between.

I could feel his bulge caressing hard against the cave of my pussy, and the thought of it fitting into my folds had my heart racing a hundredfold.

"Karl, Karl, Karl..." I hummed, a hand of his had slipped under my top, toying with a knotted nipple.

"Humm," he replied, his eyes were shadowed by desires as his mouth found me again.

"This... ah," I let out another gasp as his mouth replaced his finger on my breast. He had strung off my top, pulling it over my head.

The full view of my round breasts had him pausing while capturing both with wonder and care.

"This is not right, Karl. Why..what we are doing is wrong," I told him, meeting his eyes.

He stopped, his tongue flickering over his lips. "You want this as well, Jenn."

"I don't understand, Karl. Why will you want me? We're siblings," I foamed out a reason.

"Siblings?" He scoffed, "I see the way you look at me despite our little disputes, and all I could just think about is having you... just like this," a finger reached out tugging my nipples.

I let out a gasp, his fingers ploughed on while he continued, "You're all that I think about, Jenn. I know all about your little plots of having me believe how good you're in bed, having a fake boyfriend, and how much you dream of having me."

"You read my diary?" It struck me, that I was already an open book.

"You're a book easy to read, I do not even need to read your diary," he kissed my cheeks, lingering low at the base of my neck.

"Let me take you on a slow ride, let me learn to love and make love to you," He slipped my trousers down the length of my legs exposing my pinkie panties.

"You hate pink," he smirked.

He knew all about me, what other surprises did he have in store for me?

"You know everything about me, yet you hate me so much," I told him.

He held my gaze, grazing a finger across my patched panty, my breaths slowly became shallowed before he tugged at them and pealed them over my legs.

"I know everything about you, your wants and dislikes, your hobbies and interests...," His finger pushed into my folds, gilding down a tighter tunnel, "and I also know you're a virgin."

His last finger thrust had me screaming, that he covered my mouth with his. "Easy, it's not going to hurt, I promise you. You're going to enjoy this," he assured me while tearing up his buckled trousers.

The sight of his staff had my eyes bulged out from their sockets. Was this going to happen?

I pushed at his chest while reconsidering the whole aspect of his rod ramming inside me. What if, our parents come in and catch us both off guard?

As if he read my thoughts, "Dad and mum are staying out the night." He spoke.

His rod bopped as he stepped out the rest of his clothing and I couldn't help but relished in the fact that Karl was finally going to make love to me. I'd loved him since high school, and I'd never known a day like today would come.

Piqued by curiosity, I reached out and caressed the tip of his cock. He let out an almost silent groan while his cock bopped incessantly.

"You certainly do not know what you're doing to me," he pushed himself between my legs again, kissing me while toying with my breasts.

And while he kissed me, he had his dick toying with my clitoris until he rammed into me with a gradual thrust.

He drowned my cries with his mouth, "you're going to like this, nice and slow," he assured me.

But that did hurt, each thrust was like a stab struck in my cervix, yet each withdrawal was tinged with a mix of nectar.

"Jenn," he murmured my name as he wrapped his arms around me.

His thrusts were rather getting furious than usual, yet I stifled each cry of pain. With each intense thrust, he moaned out my name to my ears. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine, I gripped his back while my eyes were half closed.

"This was heaven itself," my mind was blown away.

And perhaps I would love him to fuck me again even if he was my brother.

I had committed an unforgivable act, and I felt my heart as heavy as my thoughts were soiled. Yet, I'm stunned to think myself inlove with Alexander.

Elizabeth, my identical twin had been chatting with Alexander Cavannagh online for months, and despite never meeting him in person, she felt herself inlove with him. When Alexander had asked her out on a date, she couldn't bear to disappoint him. However, she had reservations about meeting him alone. Then, she turned to me, voicing her worries.

I was the reserved, shy yet intelligently smart to detect when something was amiss. For this gift of mine, I found it hard to fall in love. Elizabeth, on the other hand was the complete opposite, she was outspoken, jovial and everyone's friend. What I lacked, she had, and what she lacked, I had.

So, I tried to understand why she wanted me to go in her place to see Alexander. It would be just one date and everything would spin back to the way it used to be.

I took a drive downtown, hoping to meet Alexander in Glady's restaurant, a place familiar to me, and more public to be exact. When I saw him, he had a tussled hairstyle, and was donned in a heavy jacket, and the sweetest smile was plastererd on his face when he recognized me walking into the restaurant.

He was calm, nervous as well, but he captivated me with his vibrant laughter, and his stunning smile. He was just like every other normal guy; I told myself playing the part of my perfect sister.

When the evening ended, a sudden patter of rain began to fall, soaking the streets. Alexander insisted that we seek shelter at a nearby hotel which wasn't far from the restaurant. I hesitated, trying to detect what he hoped to achieve by getting us into a hotel. But I guess, I certainly wasn't smart enough to detect the complexities of Alexander.

"We'll just stay there for a while, until the rain subsides. Who knows for how long this rain might storm," he reasoned.

There was something about his eyes, how they magnetically pulled me in despite my daunting thoughts. He was different, I reasoned emotionally, ignoring the silent yet still voice that screamed at me to be cautious.

Alex and I huddled under his jacket while we raced towards Dante's Hotel, he paid for a room and he promised to drop me home when the rain was over. I was quite aware of his masculine presence, his strong biceps when he folded up his sleeves and his broadened chest when he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt.

I turned to the window, ignoring my thudding heart wondering why the rain was becoming more like a storm. Alex must have sensed my discomfort.

"You shouldn't be uncomfortable, you know me at least to a limit. I won't hurt you," he smiled, brushing back his fallen hair.

He seemed more confident to which I perceived, I waved that off, smiling like a little lady while he washed off and asked me to wash off as well. I couldn't and he didn't push for it. As the rain continued, I knew that all hopes to return home would seem fertile, so I accepted whatever games fate was playing on me.

"Are you always this quiet?" He arched his brows studying me.

I shrugged, throwing in a laugh to ease the tension as I dragged my eyes from his chest, it was intoxicating having to watch the curls on his chest weaving down his abdomen while escaping into his trousers.

"You keep on giving me those glares, come on, I'm not a monster, Elizabeth," he drawled, pulling me up which startled me.

He smelled my hair, hugging me close, "we've always talked naughty while online, remember?"

Naughty! Elizabeth never told me this part of the deal. I whimpered, trying to shrug out from his embrace. He pulled me back kissing my neck.

"You're everything beautiful," he moaned, cupping my breasts.

I pushed him off, slapping him hard across his face. He flinched, looking back at me like I'd just rained brimstones on him.

"I do not recall having any dirty conversations with you," I tried to sound poised, not shaken by the fact that he had kissed me or I had slapped him.

He snickered, "oh, you like it dirty," he spun me around and pushed my butt to his groin, I shut my eyes, regretting for an instant why I had walked into the hotel room with him.

Did he actually think I was Elizabeth? What sort of man was dumb not to tell the difference? I groaned, realizing that he was just meeting Elizabeth for the first time, and that includes me!

"I recall you telling me, you like a pinch of BDSM," he trailed wet kisses down the nape of my neck, while clasping my neck tighter. I fought the wave of sensations that were beginning to overpower me.

Did Elizabeth ever talk this dirty with a stranger? He could be anything, a killer, a... whatever! How could I have trusted him?

BDSM! I was never into any of such acts! Do I continue to play the part of my sister or spill out who I really was?

I could feel the rise of his bulge tantalizing my behind. It's been ages since you last had a mild blowing sex, a voice spoke to me, why not give in?

No, not like this, I replied to it. Not with my sister's boyfriend. He pulled up my gown, peeled my lace panties and thrusted a finger and two into the depths of my moist pussy.

"You do not want this, yet you are all wet for me," his voice was husky.

He pulled the fingers out and pushed them into my mouth, "taste the juice, yourself," he murmured, tugging at his trousers.

What the hell did he just do, making me taste my own juice? He sinned me around, clenched my mouth as he looked into my eyes before he leaned down to kiss me on my mouth.

Act like Elizabeth! Don't give yourself away! I struggled, trying not to frail my hands sideways like a strangled bird.

His tongue slipped into my mouth while his other hand fastened and loosened the sash around my waist, pushing down a sleeve of my gown to allow passage of my breast.

One of my breasts reared a sizable view and a hardened nipple, I didn't realize how he had skillfully unclasped my brassieres. He bit my lower lip, tugging on it while he threaded my knotted nipple with his index finger and thumb.

"Liz, you're...so fucking wet," he groaned, pushing down the other of my sleeve while he performed the same ritual on my breasts.

Liz? I'm no fucking Liz and I hate the fact that I was so darn wet for him! my mind had screamed.

He pushed down his trousers, pulling my hand to his hardened cock, it was quite long, and veiny, bopping continually when my fingers clasped around it. My eyes bulged, wondering how the quiet Alexander could be this confident in sex.

I fled to the bed, thinking of a possible way out. Maybe if I persist in acting like I do enjoy this, he will give up the idea of having me, I thought to myself. He grabbed my ankles dragging me downwards towards him.

I gasped, while his hands squeezed my full breasts, "your breasts are magical, I remember you telling me how flat your nipples can be when aroused but they're fully perky, and I love it," he whispered into my ears, turning me over.

He cradled my buttocks before positioning himself on my back, his massive cock gradually penetrating my pussy- squishing as it glided through.

I wouldn't moan; I told myself. But his thrusts were rather intoxicating as he was. And I let out multiple moans without meaning to. He was just too good, and I simply wanted more.

He picked me up placing me on the counter while pushing my feet to his shoulders, then he leaned in taking my nipples into his mouth.

And while I tried to stifle my moans, they transpired into screams as he began to pound me harder.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," I said repeatedly which followed a rapture of orgasm that flooded me.

He continued to ram into me, faster and faster, drawing close to orgasm as well. I squeaked hoping he wouldn't spill into me, pushing myself out from under him but his strength dwarfed mine hammering into me all of his semen.

He pulled at my hair while he came, groaning loud into my ears. "I want to do this again, you're so fucking sweet," he mumbled after a while.

I watched him as his tongue flickered his lips, his words waltzing in the depths of my mind. This time, I wouldn't be able to say no to him. He fucked me so good that I visibly wanted more.

What if he learns about my identity, what if he spills this one-night affair to my sister? I possibly can't be the one telling my sister that her boyfriend and I had had a great sex. But I knew I would want more from him, even if I deny him, my body will betray me. And I would want him to fuck me all over again.

He stepped back, pushing his hair backwards before stepping into the bathroom. My legs shaken from the pure, sweet torture he had tendered on me. I shut my eyes, relishing in the event that had just unfolded, knowing that I had just betrayed my own twin sister.

But if Alexander comes again, I will let him have his way. My body would want him to have me automatically.

What was the word?

The word that vividly captures how heavenly and striking Raphael was. It was outrageous that I was his stalker.

I mean, I'm a plain-looking girl becoming an adult who was still struck down with low self-esteem and a drawing book to betide myself.

But when he did picked up my younger sister who had fallen while playing before me at the park, I knew at that point that I wanted him.

Raina, my sister raced towards me after he had strutted off raving about how this handsome man was everything like a dad.

We never had a dad, and Raina possibly saw him as one, but I wasn't seeing him as one. I was having dirty thoughts, and those thoughts turned me into a stalker.

Next, I'd stepped up my game walking up to him in the grocery store while pretending it was a coincidence. But what I saw of him should have propelled me into hating him. Funnily, fluids dropped from the folds of my organ.

He had thought that I had wanted to rob him only to have the cops rain on me. My mother came to my rescue, and I finally had to agree never to steal again and then sealed it with a document.

But I guessed my stalking on Raphael never faltered. He was never married, and he never smiled after I had learned his girlfriend had jilted him for his best friend.

Yet something about him was striking which I couldn't perceive yet. The mere sight of him turned me on, it struck my nipples to pebbles and made my breath hitch while making my sex organ react provocatively.

Reality dawned on me when Mum was shackled by loan sharks. Mum had taken a loan to start up a restaurant. But one funny night, fire burnt up our little stall, and Mum was left to start all over again.

But how would Mum pay back the already-taken loan?

I would catch Mum crying in the corner of the room which we shared. She tried to push through, I knew she tried. Trying to make ends meet and encouraging me not to give up college.

But I saw her pains and it became worse when Raina was diagnosed with appendicitis and she needed surgery. I had to do something; I couldn't just sit back and watch while Mum suffered but where would I get the funds for all of that?

Raphael Turner.

His name whooshed into me like still-wind. After class, I strung my handbag over my shoulder and then started at Turner's Company. He was a CEO, basked often behind glassy doors and windows.

Suddenly, my self-esteem seemed to have soared high, as I pushed through the doors acting classy in my tattled-torn shoes and worn-out clothes.

I pushed open the door after my little display in the lobby. Raphael Turner looked up from the desk, studying me.

"You," his eyes caught recognition.

He remembered me, that was a start, I reassured myself shutting the door behind me.

"Mr. Raphael Turner, " I called out, meeting his gaze while taking the swivel chair before him.

He must have thought me mad as I sat before him. I tried to quell the rumbling in my stomach; they were like waves crashing at the hull of a ship. But realizing what I needed from him, I had to stand right up again.

"I thought you already signed an agreement, what are you doing here?" He asked with a cold-stoned face while placing his pen on the desk.

"God did blessed us with feet, didn't he?" I asked.

Stunned by my sentence, he stared wide-eyed. "What?"

"And he did bless us with light, darkness, and life yet it doesn't seem to go round."

He scoffed, "Is this but a joke? Save that for the lord's day. Young girl, I could have the cops put you in jail this instant....,"

He stopped as I went down on my knees. "I need your help, Mr. Turner. I had to push off your assistant hoping to gain an audience alone with you."

He sat back, giving up yet not pleased with the sight before him.

"My sis is critically ill. She's in a lot of pain, she badly needs surgery.....,"

"Get out." He fixed a dead stare on me.

My heart jumped, was he even listening to me? My hands were beginning to shake.

"Didn't you hear what I said? I said get out. This is not some charity hall that you run in here and pour out your heart. Neither am I the son of God." He said to me.

"I would do anything...," I rasped ignoring the still voice telling me to give up.

"I would have the security guards throw you out if you don't leave my office." He warned.

I stood up, shoving a hand through my dark hair as drops of tears ran down my cheeks. But I wouldn't give up, I came here for a reason and I must have it, I reminded myself.

My fingers began to unbutton my cream shirt. "You can fuck me right here like you do to those girls in Virginia's inn. I don't mind, as long as you help me out." My voice quivered.

I don't know what shook him most; the fact that I knew about his secret escapades at Virginia's inn or my audacity in having him fuck me. I took off my shirt allowing his eyes to wander my almost naked body.

I was in a pale-colored brassiere which had cupped up my full breasts proudly, I was breathing hard aware of the sweet sensations shooting through my body while he stared at me.

"Tell me, how old are you, girl?" He asked, pushing back his chair while coming towards me.

"I'm twenty," I replied to him.

He seemed composed, not even slightly turned on by my breasts. I started to reach for the clasp.

"I think you should reconsider that." His dark eyes spook more darkness than the sight of him. He picked up my shirt and threw it on my body.

"If you ever do this again, I won't take it easy on you," he said, then jerked the door open.

Wasn't he slightly aroused by my little display? At least, he would want to unclasp my brassieres, cup my breasts, and push his groin to caress my crotch.

Or wouldn't he even take more pleasurable delight in having me in his arms fucking me to insanity? But I guess I was wrong.

He waited till I was done wearing my shirt, then motioned me out with a disgusted frown.

"Now, get out."