Never Trust Your Twin

Cassidy Klein walks in expecting a quiet week of house-sitting and a sisterly thank-you note on the table. What she finds instead is a coupon for a free rub-down—and zero mention of any check. Figures. The coupon expires before Carmen gets back, so she shrugs, slips the paper into her pocket, and books the slot on her way in. Jamie Langford beams when the door opens, flashing the same toothy grin she gave the real Carmen last week. Cassidy flashes the coupon. “Can you fit me in?” she asks. Jamie already thinks she’s looking at Carmen, so she just laughs and waves her through the hall. Downstairs, Cassidy strips bare, lies on the table, and tries not to look guilty. Jamie’s hands glide over her back, her ass—normal enough at first—until Cassidy asks about the extra attention on her backside. Jamie answers without missing a beat: “That’s Carmen’s favorite part.” So much for sisterly secrets. When those palms slide down to calves, heels, toes, then straight between Cassidy’s thighs, everything gets a little too interesting. Jamie’s fingers trace her shaved lips, brush her nipples, and Cassidy bites the table sheet. The pressure feels good—better than any stress-busting favor she signed up for. Why stop? House-sitting is hard work, and this impromptu happy ending is, quite literally, on the house.