After a boozy college party, the Identical twins, Elena and Clara stumble back to their shared apartment, giggling and leaning on each other as they always do. But tonight, the air feelt different. A lingering glance, a touch that lasts too long—neither pulls away.
At the party both Elena and Clara had flirt with the same woman—only to be gently rejected. On the way home, both had a strannge feeling, why had the flirt with her, none of them was into girls?
As they stumbled through the front door, kicking off their heels in a tangle of limbs and laughter, Clara caught Elena’s wrist.
“Wait,” she whispered, her voice husky from the night’s revelries. “Do you think… do you think we were really flirting with her? Or were we—”
“Competing,” Elena finished, her dark eyes searching her sister’s identical face. The word hung between them like a confession.
They stood in the dim hallway, still touching, both suddenly aware of how their bodies had unconsciously turned toward each other instead of toward their separate bedrooms. The alcohol had lowered their usual barriers, the ones they’d carefully constructed over years of being told they were “too close,” “too similar,” “too much.”
“I wasn’t looking at her,” Clara admitted, her thumb tracing over Elena’s pulse point. “I was watching you look at here”.
To break the awkard silent between them, Clara started to teases Elena”She wanted you more,”.
“No, she was looking at you,” Elena counters, her gaze lingering on her sister’s lips.
A charged silence falls. Then, a dare:
“Have you ever wondered what it’s like… with a girl?” Clara whispers.
Elena’s breath hitches. “With any girl… or with me?”
“With you,” Elena admitted, the words barely audible even in the quiet apartment.
Clara stepped closer, their identical features now inches apart. “I’ve thought about it too,” she whispered, her confession hanging in the air between them. “Does that make us terrible?”
Elena’s fingers trembled as they found Clara’s waist. “I don’t know. I don’t care right now.”
The first touch of their lips was hesitant, questioning. They pulled back simultaneously, mirror images of shock and desire reflected in each other’s eyes. Then Clara’s fingers tangled in Elena’s hair, pulling her back.
This time, the kiss deepened. Years of unacknowledged tension dissolved into hunger. Elena backed Clara against the wall, their bodies pressing together in perfect symmetry.
“We’re drunk,” Elena murmured against her sister’s neck, even as her hands slid under Clara’s shirt, fingertips tracing the familiar yet forbidden curve of her waist.
“Not that drunk,” Clara replied, her voice a mix of certainty and breathless desire. She caught Elena’s wandering hand and guided it higher, beneath the fabric. “Not drunk enough to blame this on alcohol tomorrow.”
Their eyes met again, identical dark pools reflecting the same need. Clara’s free hand cupped Elena’s face, thumb brushing over her cheekbone—the same cheekbone she saw in the mirror every morning.
Elena shuddered at the confession. “We shouldn’t…”
“I know,” Clara agreed, even as she pressed her hips forward, eliminating what little space remained between them. “Tell me to stop.”
But Elena couldn’t, instead she took Clara’s hand and drag her in to the bedroom
The bedroom door closed behind them with a soft click that seemed to echo in the charged silence. Elena’s heart hammered against her ribs as she turned to face her twin, their identical features illuminated by the silver moonlight filtering through the curtains.
“Are we really doing this?” Clara whispered, her fingers still intertwined with Elena’s.
Elena didn’t answer with words. Instead, she closed the distance between them, her lips finding Clara’s with newfound confidence. The hesitation from the hallway was gone, replaced by an urgent need that had been buried for years beneath layers of societal expectations and sisterly boundaries.
Clara moaned softly as Elena’s hands found the zipper of her dress, tugging it down with trembling fingers. The fabric whispered as it pooled at Clara’s feet, leaving her in nothing but lace underwear that matched Elena’s own—they had always shopped together, always chosen the same things without thinking. Elena’s breath caught at the sight of her sister’s body—so familiar yet suddenly new in this context.
“Your turn,” Clara whispered, reaching for the straps of Elena’s dress. Their fingers brushed as Elena helped, the electricity between them intensifying with each touch.
When they stood before each other in matching underwear, they paused, taking in the mirror image that wasn’t quite a reflection. Elena noticed the small birthmark on Clara’s hip that she didn’t have—the rare physical difference between them that had always fascinated her.
“I’ve always wondered,” Clara murmured, stepping closer until their bodies nearly touched, “if you feel the same things I do.” Her fingers traced a path from Elena’s collarbone down between her breasts, watching her sister’s reaction carefully.
Elena’s eyes fluttered closed. “Let’s find out,” she breathed.
They slowly moved to the bed, unable to resist each other any longer. The mattress dipped under their combined weight as they tumbled onto the messy sheets, still damp with their earlier exertions. Elena closed her eyes, relying on their shared senses to guide her as she traced paths along Clara’s skin that were at once familiar and exhilaratingly new.
Clara gasped as Elena’s tongue flicked over her sensitive nipple, a ghost of a touch that was both maddening and electrifying. “More,” she whispered, arching her back. “I want more.”
Elena obliged, her hands sliding down Clara’s body, learning every curve and valley as if for the first time. Her own arousal pooled between her legs, a testament to the taboo nature of their encounter.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t stop now,” Elena thought. As she continued to explore Clara’s body, her mind raced with a mix of lust and guilt.
Clara gripped the sheets, feeling herself slip further away from reason as Elena’s skilled fingers teased her mercilessly. “I know… we… shouldn’t,” she managed between ragged breaths, “but… I don’t… want you to stop.”
The bed creaked under their writhing bodies, muffling the sounds of their growing passion. Elena could feel her own moisture on her thighs as she pleasured her twin, heightening the forbidden thrill of their taboo tryst.
Clara arched her hips off the mattress, “Elena…” she moaned, “Please… I’m so wet… please”
Elena’s breath caught at her sister’s desperate plea. Her fingers found the damp lace between Clara’s thighs, stroking gently through the thin fabric. Clara’s body responded just as Elena’s own would have—with a sharp intake of breath and a trembling that started in her core and radiated outward.
Elena hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of Clara’s panties. Clara lifted her hips, allowing Elena to slide the lace down her legs. When Elena’s fingers returned, there was nothing between them and Clara’s slick heat. The first touch drew a cry from Clara’s lips that made Elena’s own center throb with sympathetic need.
“Shh,” Elena whispered, her free hand covering Clara’s mouth. “The walls are thin.”
Clara nodded, her eyes wide and dark with desire as Elena’s fingers explored her folds. They both knew exactly how this felt—the exquisite pressure, the building tension. Elena watched her twin’s face, fascinated by the expressions she herself made during pleasure, now reflected back at her.
“Is this how you touch yourself?” Clara whispered when Elena’s hand moved away from her mouth, her hips rolling against her sister’s skilled fingers.
Elena nodded, mesmerized. “Yes. Exactly like this.” She circled Clara’s clit with practiced precision, knowing instinctively what would feel best. “Does it feel good?”
This was new to both of them, the idea of having sex with another girl had always been there, but it had always been just a thought.
Elena’s curiosity took over, and she go wanted to go all the way, she wanted to taste her twin sister.
When Elena didn’t take her eyes off Clara, when she slowly brought her face closer to Clara’s womb, a bit like getting permission, Clara just nodded an ‘yes’ in response.
Elena’s heart raced as she lowered herself between Clara’s thighs, her breath warm against her sister’s most intimate place. The scent was familiar yet foreign—like her own, but with subtle differences that made this moment unmistakably real. She hesitated for just a moment, overwhelmed by the magnitude of what they were doing.
Clara’s fingers tangled in Elena’s hair, gentle but insistent. “please,” she breathed.
The first tentative lick sent shockwaves through both of them—Clara arching off the bed with a muffled cry, Elena moaning against her sister’s flesh at the intimate taste that was so similar to her own. E
Elena’s tongue moved with instinctive knowledge, each stroke drawing soft whimpers from Clara’s lips. The taste was intoxicating—musky and sweet, achingly familiar yet thrillingly new. Clara’s thighs trembled on either side of Elena’s head as she found the rhythm that made her sister’s breath catch.
“Oh god, Elena,” Clara gasped, her fingers tightening in her twin’s dark hair. “That feels… I never knew…”
Clara’s fingers tightened in Elena’s hair as her sister’s tongue found her most sensitive spots. The sensations were overwhelming—more intense than anything she’d ever experienced alone. Elena’s technique was instinctive, guided by intimate knowledge of her own body and the soft gasps and movements of her twin.
“Oh god,” Clara whispered, her thighs trembling around Elena’s head. “I never imagined it would feel like this.”
Elena looked up, her lips glistening, meeting Clara’s gaze with eyes dark with desire.
Clara managed, pulling Elena up for a deep kiss, tasting herself on her sister’s lips. The forbidden nature of it sent fresh waves of arousal through both of them.
They rolled over, Clara now on top, her hands exploring Elena’s body with newfound hunger. “My turn,” she murmured against Elena’s skin. She slid down her sister’s body, pausing to taste the salt on her collarbone, to tease the sensitive skin beneath her breasts.
“Show me,” Clara whispered, her hands finding Elena’s hips. “Show me what you like.”
Elena guided her twin’s hand between her thighs, both of them gasping at the contact. Clara’s fingers slipped through Elena’s wetness with the same precision that Elena had shown her. The symmetry of their pleasure was intoxicating—each knowing exactly what the other needed without having to ask.
“Like this?” Clara asked, circling her fingers just as Elena had done to her.
“Yes,” Elena hissed, her back arching off the bed. “Just like that.”
Clara watched her sister’s face with fascination, seeing her own expressions of pleasure mirrored back at her. She lowered her head, her lips trailing down Elena’s stomach until she reached her destination. Elena’s breath hitched as Clara’s tongue made first contact, tentative and exploring.
“You taste incredible,” Clara murmured, her voice vibrating against Elena’s sensitive flesh. She grew bolder, using everything Elena had just shown her, listening to the soft moans and gasps that guided her movements.
Elena’s hands fisted in the sheets as Clara found her rhythm. The mirror image of pleasure was almost too much to bear—watching her own face reflected in Clara’s concentrated expression, feeling sensations she knew so well but had never experienced from someone else’s touch.
“Clara,” Elena whispered urgently, her hips moving against her sister’s mouth. “I’m close…”
Clara doubled her efforts, her tongue working with increasing confidence as Elena’s breathing became ragged. When Elena finally shattered, Clara held her close, feeling the tremors that ran through her
Clara lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to taste Elena’s nectar. The familiarity of the sensation sent shivers down both their spines. It was like touching herself, but amplified a thousandfold by the knowledge that it was her sister who was bringing her so much pleasure.
“Oh, Clara,” Elena moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets above her head. “Don’t stop.”
Clara didn’t intend to. She explored every fold and crevice of her sister’s body, learning the contours as if they were a map to their shared pleasure. Her tongue dipped and danced, teasing and tasting until Elena’s cries filled the room, bouncing off the walls and back into their own ears.
“I’m… I’m…” Elena panted, her hips bucking against Clara’s mouth as the waves of pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo. Clara felt Elena’s thighs clench around her head, her sister’s body going rigid as she tumbled over the edge with a muffled scream into the pillow.
Clara didn’t stop until Elena’s trembling subsided, her tongue gentling to soft, soothing strokes. When she finally lifted her head, Elena’s eyes were glazed with satisfaction, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Come here,” Elena whispered, pulling Clara up until they were face to face again. She tasted herself on her sister’s lips as they kissed deeply, their bodies still humming with residual pleasure.
They lay intertwined in the aftermath, identical limbs tangled together, heartbeats gradually slowing. The moonlight painted their skin silver, making it even harder to tell where one ended and the other began.
As they lay there in silence, both felt a little ashamed of what they had done, but at the same time they knew that this was not the last time
