The Imposter in My Sister’s Shoes

Cinnamon, or at least the sister who looked just like her, opened the door to greet me. I had been thinking about her nonstop since we parted ways in the Bahamas five months ago. I pulled her into a tight hug, feeling a rush of excitement as our bodies touched. But as I looked into her eyes, I realized it wasn’t Cinnamon at all.

“You must be Andy,” a different voice said, a voice that sounded identical to Cinnamon’s but with a slightly darker tone. “You have a strange way of greeting strangers. Hello, I’m Candace, but my friends call me Candy.”

I stepped back, feeling a mix of confusion and embarrassment. “Sorry, I thought you were…,” I started to say, but Candy cut me off.

“Cinnamon? Don’t be sorry, I enjoyed your greeting. It’s not every day you get kissed by a handsome stranger.”

I smiled, feeling a little more at ease, and asked Candy about herself. She told me about her life in Wisconsin, her job as an architectural designer, and how she had taken on more responsibility in her company. I listened intently, trying to process the differences between Candy and Cinnamon, even though they looked almost identical.

As I sat in the living room, I couldn’t help but think about Cinnamon and how much I missed her. I had been corresponding with her by mail and phone, but it wasn’t the same as being with her in person. I wondered if we would ever be able to make a long-distance relationship work.

Cinnamon walked into the room, and my heart skipped a beat. She looked beautiful, with her long, shiny red hair and sparkling brown eyes. I stood up, feeling a rush of excitement, and she walked over to me, a big smile on her face.

“Sorry it took so long,” she said, hugging me tightly. “I was out buying things for supper tonight.”

Candy, who was standing in the kitchen, called out, “I’ll put things away.” I kept running my fingers through Cinnamon’s hair, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity.

“You’re staring,” Cinnamon said, giggling.

“I’m sorry,” I replied, feeling a little self-conscious.

“Don’t be, it’s a compliment,” she said, smiling up at me.

As we talked and laughed together, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of connection with both Candy and Cinnamon. They were identical twins, but they had their own unique personalities and quirks.

Candy asked me if I had dated anyone since leaving the Bahamas, and I hesitated for a moment before answering. I told her that I hadn’t dated anyone, but I chose not to mention the encounters I had after leaving Nassau.

Cinnamon looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and concern, but she didn’t say anything. Candy, on the other hand, seemed satisfied with my answer.

As we sat down to eat, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for this opportunity to spend time with both Cinnamon and Candy. We talked and laughed together, enjoying each other’s company and sharing stories about our families.

After supper, Candy pulled out a couple of games and we played for several hours, enjoying each other’s company and having a great time. As the night wore on, I found myself feeling more and more at ease with both Cinnamon and Candy.

Candy told me that I could sleep on the pullout couch, and I gratefully accepted. As I lay down, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I had no idea what the next few days would bring, but I was glad to be spending time with both Cinnamon and Candy.

As I drifted off to sleep, I heard a muffled conversation coming from the living room. I smiled to myself, feeling grateful for this opportunity to spend time with the two women I cared about.

But little did I know, the night was just getting started.

Cinnamon climbed into bed with me and spooned up to my back, her warm breath on my shoulders and neck sending shivers down my spine. She reached over and gently stroked my penis, her touch igniting a fire within me.

Cinnamon?

“Uh huh,” she replied, her voice husky with desire.

Do you want to do this here?

“Uh huh,” she whispered, her hand continuing its gentle caress.

I loved the feeling of her warm body and breasts pressing against my back, her soft moans and sighs music to my ears. I rolled onto my back, and she moved on top of me, her lips locking with mine in a passionate kiss.

Cinnamon?

“Uh huh,” she replied, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth.

Do you want me to touch you?

“Uh uh,” she whispered, her lips slipping over the head of my penis, sucking and licking with a skill that left me breathless.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer as she continued to work her magic on my body. I caressed her breasts, her skin so soft and smooth, and she moaned in response, her pussy swelling with desire.

Cinnamon?

“Uh huh,” she replied, her voice barely audible as she continued to pleasure me.

Do you want me inside?

“I want you inside me,” she whispered, her voice full of need, and I plunged into her warm, wet pussy, our bodies merging in a dance of passion and desire.

We moved together, our bodies thrusting and pulsing in perfect harmony, our love and desire for each other evident in every kiss, every caress, every touch. I grunted as I exploded inside her, jetting streams of cum into her warm, soaking pussy, and she spasmed and shuddered on top of me, her vaginal walls squeezing around me in a tight, pulsing grip.

Mmmm! That was sure wonderful.

Cinnamon said, her voice husky with satisfaction, as she rolled off the top of me and got out of bed, her movements economical and efficient, a woman who knew her own desires and needs.

Do you have to go?

“It would be awkward if we were found out here in the morning,” she replied, her voice practical and matter-of-fact, and I nodded, knowing she was right.

I’ll see you in the morning.

Cinnamon said, her voice barely audible as she disappeared into the darkness, leaving me to wonder if I had just been dreaming, or if it had all been real.

Cinnamon gave me a kiss and then she walked out of the room, leaving me to watch as she disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the water run and then the bedroom door open and close. A giggle escaped from behind the closed door, followed by silence.

I rolled over, facing away from the hallway, and fell back asleep with a smile on my face. The sun began to shine in the window, and I woke up, feeling refreshed. I lay in bed for a few minutes before getting out and getting dressed. I explored the kitchen, searching for something to eat for breakfast.

I decided to make breakfast after taking a shower, so I headed into the bathroom. I listened at the bedroom door, but I heard nothing. I took off my clothes, folded them, and put them in a corner. I stepped into the bathtub and adjusted the water to the perfect temperature. As I got wet, I couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of the hot water.

I lathered my hair with the shampoo available, but I thought it was a bit too flowery for my taste. Suddenly, I heard a sound and felt a rush of cool air. Then, I heard two giggles, and my heart skipped a beat.

“Hey, Andy, we have a question,” Cinnamon’s voice called out from behind the door.

“What’s your question?” I asked, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity.

“Could you tell who was who last night?” Cinnamon asked, her voice playful.

“Yes, I was right every time!” I replied, trying to contain my grin.

“No! We mean during the night! Who was first and who was second?” Candy asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I was taken aback for a moment, but then things started to make sense. During the first lovemaking session, the person had been more reserved, and the sounds were different from what I remembered from Cinnamon in the Bahamas. I also recalled that the person had been about to say something, but changed their mind mid-sentence.

And then there was the second lovemaking session, which seemed more “familiar” and energetic. Plus, the person bumping into things as if they weren’t familiar with the apartment was a dead giveaway.

“What’s taking you so long? We have a surprise if you are correct,” Candy said, her voice impatient.

“Okay, Candy! Oh, okay. Yes, we have a surprise,” Cinnamon chimed in, “but only if you are right!”

I had some dirty, but exciting thoughts about the surprise. I thought to myself, “Am I going to get a reward for being correct?”

“Okay. Candy was the first one, Cinnamon was the second one,” I said, trying to contain my excitement.

There was a pause, and then Candy asked, “How did you know?”

“Did Cinnamon tell you?” Candy asked, her voice suspicious.

“No, Candy, I didn’t say anything!” Cinnamon protested.

I assured Candy that Cinnamon hadn’t told me anything about the trickery. I then explained my reasoning to them, and they both listened intently.

“What’s my surprise?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

The shower curtain opened, and both women were standing there, naked. I gasped and then smiled, feeling a rush of excitement.

“Since it was Candy’s turn first last night, it is my turn first this morning,” Cinnamon stated, handing me a bottle of shampoo.

I squeezed out some shampoo and began washing Cinnamon’s luxurious hair. Her hair was strong, but soft, reaching down to her lower back. I massaged her scalp and worked my way down to her shoulders, feeling her hair and shoulders melt into my fingers.

“Ahhs” and “mmms” came from her lips as I massaged her scalp and hair. I moved down her back and took extra time on her butt cheeks, soaping them thoroughly. She pushed back into my now-growing manhood, and I felt a surge of excitement.

After she rinsed the shampoo from her hair, she turned around, and I soaped her front, spending a long time on her breasts. I pinched her nipples lightly, and she squealed in delight.

“Can he wash my hair before he continues with you?” Candy asked, her voice playful.

“Okay,” Cinnamon replied, her voice a bit hesitant.

We moved around in the close quarters of the bathtub, and as Candy passed me, she rubbed against me, sending a shiver down my spine. Cinnamon followed, and my penis brushed against her bush and legs, causing it to jump.

“Here’s the shampoo,” Candy said, handing me a bottle.

I took the bottle from her, and she turned her back to me, getting her hair wet. She bent over and pressed her butt cheeks into my groin, and my hard-on pushed into her butt crack. She moved her ass up and down, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“Stand up, Candy. Let him wash your hair,” Cinnamon said, her voice a bit irritated.

Candy stood up slowly, and I squeezed some shampoo into my hand, starting from the top and working my way down to her shoulders. I spent some time massaging her shoulders, feeling her relax. I worked down her back, and goosebumps appeared on her arms.

Cinnamon was watching closely, so I didn’t caress her butt cheeks. I finished washing her hair, and she started to rinse out the shampoo. She bent over again, pushing her rear end into my groin, and I felt a surge of excitement.

Cinnamon pushed against me from behind, her hard nipples and breasts pressing into my back. Her hand reached between my thighs and cupped my balls, rolling them around in her hand, then gently squeezing and releasing them several times.

Candy stood up, and Cinnamon said, “Time to bathe me!”

Again, the ladies switched places, rubbing against me as they moved past. Cinnamon stood under the spray of the shower, and I soaped her back from her shoulders down to her butt cheeks, taking extra time on those.

Candy pushed her body against my back, her breasts firmly pressed against me. Both her hands came around grasping my penis and balls. I had reached between Cinnamon’s legs, finding her pussy and running my fingers from bottom to top. I found her clitoris, and she took in a deep breath, slowly letting it out upon my first contact.

I continued to circle around her love button, feeling her relax. She shuddered and turned around, and I soaped her front, spending a long time on her breasts. I pinched her nipples lightly, and she squealed in delight.

She moved her sister’s hand away from my penis, guiding it into her love hole. Candy used her hands to caress my back, sending shivers up my spine. I slowly pushed my rod inside Cinnamon, enjoying her warm, wet, tight pussy.

We moved in coordination, slowly at first, then increasing our speed until we were banging together, both in breathless excitement and anticipation. I felt the pressure building inside me, and Cinnamon groaned, her body stiffened, and her vagina clamped around me.

After one last thrust, I exploded inside her, expelling several streams of semen deep into her. I held her up as she shuddered and trembled, her legs nearly giving way.

I pulled her against me, feeling like the cream filling in an Oreo, with Candy on my back and Cinnamon on my front. When Cinnamon regained her breath and footing, she rinsed the soap off. For the third time, the ladies switched places.

Candy handed me the shower soap, and I washed her back, kneading her buns when I reached them. Cinnamon grabbed the bottle of shower soap and lathered my back. I reached between Candy’s legs and ran my fingers up and down her pussy lips, feeling her warm juices coat my fingers.

She let out a low moan, and Cinnamon began washing my genitals, bringing my erection back quickly. I pushed a finger inside Candy’s love hole, and she shivered and then shuddered. She pushed firmly against my fingers, her breathing becoming shorter and deeper.

Cinnamon released my genitals, and my rod came to rest along the crack in her rear end. Candy turned around and faced me, putting one hand behind my head and pulling me into a deep kiss. Her other hand wrapped around my penis, and she rubbed the head along the outside of her pussy. I moaned in pleasure, and I pushed inside her pussy lips, sliding right up to the top.

The head of my penis was in contact with her clitoris, and I moved up and down with very short strokes. Candy moaned with, “Yes, yes,” exiting her lips.

Cinnamon had been kissing my back during this time, sending shivers through my body. Candy shifted to get me into her love hole, and then pushed me inside. I found the bottle of shower soap and squirted some into my hand, before accidentally dropping the bottle to the floor of the tub.

I reached between our bodies and found her breasts, running my hand over and under them, cupping them with my hands. I was amazed at how much she and Cinnamon were alike. I slid two fingers up both sides of both of Candy’s nipples, squeezing them slightly, causing her to squeal and moan.

She pushed her pelvis forward, and I moved deeper into her. I pushed back until I was fully inside her, and she let out a long breath with an “ooooo.” I continued working on her breasts and nipples, moving slowly inside her with long strokes.

I began to stroke faster, and I moved one hand between our bodies, finding her clitoris. Candy gasped as I rubbed and traced my fingers over her love button. She moved in synchronization with my movements, repeating, “Uh uh ah oh” one sound with each stroke.

I was quickly reaching my climax, and suddenly she pulled me hard against her, her vaginal muscles gripping my penis like a vice. Her muscles quivered, and her body trembled, then she screamed as her orgasm consumed her.

I blasted my load into her with several ejaculations, holding her up as her knees buckled.

“Are you okay, Candy?” Cinnamon asked, her voice concerned.

“Yes,” Candy replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. It even surpassed the one last night.”

Once Candy regained her stability, we finished washing each other. After some maneuvering, we were able to get rinsed off.

I enjoyed toweling off my two lovely companions and also being toweled off by them.

“Does anyone want breakfast?” I asked, feeling a bit mischievous.

“I’m starving,” Cinnamon said, her voice playful.

“So am I,” Candy chimed in.

“Want bacon, eggs, or pancakes?” I asked, trying to contain my grin.

“Yes,” they answered simultaneously.

I grabbed my clothes, and the ladies went into the bedroom. I put my clothes on the pullout bed, then put on a clean pair of underwear. I went to the kitchen and started collecting the things I would need.

I found the pans and griddle and was pulling food from the refrigerator when someone yanked my underwear to my ankles.

“No fair wearing clothes if we are not wearing any,” Cinnamon said, her voice cheeky.

“That’s right!” Candy agreed, her voice playful.

They both sat down at the table, naked, while I finished making breakfast. I couldn’t help but glance over several times to take in the sight of those two naked beauties while I finished preparing breakfast.

While we ate, I continued to take in the sights at the breakfast table.

Later in the day, when I left, Candy invited me back for another “sleepover” before Cinnamon had to leave.