TWINS F*RCK. EPISODE 1: “THE THING THAT STARTED IT ALL. “You smell like sin… but taste like my wife.” That was the first thing my sister’s husband whispered the night I sat on his face. His hands were already behind my thighs, dragging me down his tongue like I was jollof rice and grilled goat meat. He moaned as I rocked. I moaned as I dripped. My body was trembling, but my mind was sharp. Because in that moment, while he thought I was Chisom his sweet, calm, praying wife ... I was Adaora, the naughty one. And this wasn’t my first ride on his holy tongue. Let me take you back. We’ve been doing this since we were 17. Same face. Same voice. Same shape. One wick3d idea. It started with Chisom’s boyfriend then. He was fine, rich, and dumb. She wanted me to "test him" before going deeper. I dressed like her. Licked my lip. Sat on his lap. He didn’t even blink. After one round of missionary, we both knew: This game was going to become our private addicti0n. Now we’re 28. We’re married. To different men. Two fine, working-class, god-fearing men. Men that don’t even know they’ve been sharing the same v*agina under different lighting. We rotate like traffic lights. We plan it like timetables. And so far? No one suspects. Except maybe our mother ... but her mouth is always too busy speaking in tongues. Tonight was Ebere’s turn. Chisom’s husband. He had texted her: “Tonight, no pants. Just red lipstick and that evil waist.” She showed me the message. I grinned. "Game on?" I asked. She licked her lip. "Serve him well. Don’t moan too early." So I wore her pink silk nightgown. Sprayed her “Vanilla Temptation” perfume. Added fake tears for drama. Then walked into her bedroom like a shy wife looking for forgiveness. Ebere was already shirtl3ss, lying on the bed like a sacrifice. He smiled when he saw me. "You’re looking soft tonight." I climbed on him like I missed the bus. Kissed his lips. Bit his ear. “I want to sit on your face tonight,” I whispered. His eyes darkened. “Talk is cheap. Ride me.” I took off the gown. No bra. No panties. My nipples brushed his lips. He gr0aned. Then I sat. Not on his rod ... not yet. But on his face. Ebere m0aned like an animal. His tongue found home. He gripped my waist like he was fighting demo0ns. I was melting. Shaking. Biting my own hand to stay quiet. But I slipped up. I whispered, “Adaora, don’t come yet…” His tongue paused. He looked up at me. "Adaora?" My soul jumped. "Babe... I mean… I meant to say Adonai… I was praying.." He grabbed my waist, flipped me. Now I was on my back. He stood up ... fully er3ct. His rod was standing like a born-again convert ready to testify. “Wait… are you…” He stared at the mole on my left hip. I knew I was caught. "Surprise?" I smiled nervously. He stared at me… and started laughing. “You mean… all this while, it’s been you sometimes?” I nodded slowly. “And Chisom knows?” “She started it.” He stared at the ceiling. Then looked down. “So… who did I give head to in the kitchen last week?” “That was her.” He gasped. Then chuckled. “Damn… I’ve been husband to both of you.” Then he sat on the edge of the bed, pulled me on his lap. “Do you know what that means?” “What?” He kissed my neck, hard. “Now I want both of you… at the same damn time.” 🔞 TO BE CONTINUED IN EPISODE 2 🔞 Will Chisom agree to a wild 3-way with her own husband and sister? Will Ebere start falling for the wrong twin? What if Adaora’s husband finds out and flips the script? 👇🏽 Drop “Episode 2 now now before I lose my morals!” if you’re ready.