My boyfriend lives with his parents and identical twin, but his parents are away heaps for business trips so it’s mainly just the two brothers when I come over. At first, I had mixed them up a few times, but they always laughed it off and joked about it. I knew that they looked exactly alike, but I never thought that I would end up sleeping with the wrong one by mistake.

One Friday night when my bf went out for drinks without telling me, I decided to come over. I found myself alone in the house with who I thought was my boyfriend, and I couldn't help but feel a strange excitement to him.

As the night wore on, I found myself getting more and more turned on. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I watched him move around the house. Without a word, I pounced on him, pulling him into my bedroom. I could feel his cock pressing against me as I straddled him, my hands roaming over his chest.

We started fucking and like halfway through, I realised my mistake. The sex was completely different, but I didn't want to ruin the moment. I pretended not to notice and continued to ride his cock, my body responding to his touch in a way that I had never experienced before.

After he went to the kitchen to get a drink, my bf came home. I could hear him walking up the stairs, and I knew that I had to act fast. I quickly got dressed and pretended that I had been sleeping.

He didn't seem to notice anything was wrong, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I knew that I had gotten away with it, and I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

As the days went by, I tried to put the incident behind me but I won’t forget which brother fucked me the best.