Maggie closed her eyes and ran her hands through her hair, letting the hot water rush over her naked body. Hot showers were heavenly, especially because Maggie didn’t get to enjoy them very often. Her sister was always using up all the hot water.

She tilted her head back as the droplets caressed her body. They started with the top of her head and worked their way down her face, softly kissing her neck, trailing down her breasts where they stopped to tickle her nipples, reaching her belly and moving down to her thighs, until they finally reached her toes.

“God, you're beautiful, baby,” a man said, reaching around behind her and cupping her breasts.

Maggie screamed and jumped away from him. Her feet slipped on the tub and she fell to the bottom. She ignored the pain in her ankle as she looked up at the man, her heart pounding in fear. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide her breasts from view. “What the fuck, Dave?”

Dave’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh, fuck. Shit, Maggie. I’m sorry.”

“Get the fuck out of here!” She felt her cheeks burning, but she couldn’t help but stare at his naked body. His chest was smooth and muscular. She forced her eyes to his face, away from his hardened cock that pointed just inches from her face. She clenched her teeth together, ashamed for admiring him and hoping that he hadn’t noticed her blush.

Dave climbed out of the tub after taking one last quick glance at the dripping wet goddess huddled in the corner. Not only was he turned on, but he was also amazed. He’d never seen Maggie naked before, but he’d seen that incredible body hundreds of times. He grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around himself.

“I’m sorry, Maggie. I thought—”

“You thought I was Jenna.” She peered out from behind the shower curtain. His cock was still visibly hard; it looked as if it were trying to poke through the towel to get to her. Again, she forced her eyes to his face. “That’s lame, Dave. Do you know how many of her boyfriends have tried to pull that?”

The blush that colored her pale cheeks was making it nearly impossible for Dave to get his cock under control. He’d never seen Maggie like this. She’d never spoken more than a mumbled hello to him in the three months he’d been dating her twin sister, yet here she was: so open, yet so vulnerable. “I wasn’t trying to pull anything. I really thought you were Jenna. She was supposed to meet me here.”

“Jenna’s at work. They called her in for overtime.”

“She didn’t tell me that. Maggie, I’m really sorry. Are you okay?” he asked, feeling like a jack ass for not asking her if she was okay the moment she’d fallen.

“I’m fine. Can you just get outta here so I can get dressed?”

“Yeah, sure.” Dave picked up his clothes and left the bathroom, trying and failing to forget the image of Maggie’s perfect tits and glistening pussy.

Maggie was having equal failure in forgetting the image of Dave’s cock. Jenna had said it was big, but Maggie had just assumed that Jenna was bragging. Besides, Maggie had grown tired years ago of listening to Jenna ramble on about her boyfriends.

Maggie dried off and put on her fuzzy blue bathrobe. She loved the feel of the soft fabric against her skin. Normally she would’ve put clothes on with Dave here, but he’d just seen her naked, and her brain hadn’t quite recovered from that yet. It had been years since a man had seen her naked.

Maggie found Dave sitting at the kitchen table, staring at his phone, his eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“You said Jenna’s at work?”

“Yeah.”

“She just texted me that she’s helping your little brother study for a test.”

Maggie froze, her heart pounding. “Um…He does have a test coming up, I think. Maybe that’s what she said. I-I was tired.”

He put the phone down and sighed. “Maggie, what do you know?”

Guilt that wasn’t hers to feel crept up inside Maggie. Dave seemed like such a nice guy. She didn’t understand why Jenna would cheat on him. He didn’t deserve it. She turned and opened the refrigerator to avoid looking at the hurt in his eyes. “I don’t know anything. She doesn’t confide in me.”

“You live with her. You must know something.”

She jumped when she felt his hand on her shoulder.

“Look at me, Maggie.”

She reluctantly turned, shutting the refrigerator. “Dave, please. I don’t—”

Without even thinking about it he brushed a stray strand of wet hair from her face. “Don’t want to hurt me? Jenna’s already doing that, not you. It wasn’t as if I didn’t suspect anything.”

“Look, I don’t know.

She doesn’t tell me anything. But—I don’t like the way she treats you,” she said, wondering why she’d said that. Jenna would kill her if she found out.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. He knew Jenna was a bitch more often than necessary, but what surprised him was that Maggie cared. He found himself mesmerized by her soft brown eyes. They looked so much like Jenna’s, but Jenna had never looked at him the way that Maggie was now. “I don’t like the way she treats you either,” he said.

“What? You don’t? I didn’t think—”

“Didn’t think I noticed? How could I not? She treats you like her slave. I thought twins were supposed to be best friends.”

Maggie scoffed. “No. It’s always been this way. Jenna’s been in charge since we were kids. She’s six minutes older. She decides what’s what. She gets all the guys. All of them. Whenever a guy notices me first, she sweeps in. I’m too shy to do anything about it.”

“You mean?” he began in surprise. “You’ve never had a boyfriend? You’re twenty years old!”

Maggie lowered her head in embarrassment. “Never. She takes everything I have.” She gasped and looked up, her cheeks reddening even more. “But I’m not—I’m not a virgin. That’s the worst part. I lost my virginity to one of Jenna’s boyfriends. She asked him to.”

“Holy shit. And you wanted it?”

“I didn’t want him. But I wanted to feel normal. Just once I wanted to feel normal.” Maggie couldn’t believe she was being so honest with him. But it was so easy to talk to him. She’d never felt that way with anybody.

“Did you? Feel normal?”

“No. I didn’t even have an—a, you know.” She lowered her head in embarrassment again. “An orgasm. I never have.”

Dave couldn’t help but smile as he looked at her. She had no idea how appealing she was. “Orgasms are normal. I think we need to make you feel normal,” he said. He put his fingers under her chin and tilted her face up.

“Dave,” she whispered, but was silenced by his lips against hers. She knew it was wrong, but she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back. His lips were rough and warm, his kisses simultaneously forceful and gentle. She’d only kissed a few times in her life, so she let his tongue guide hers. She felt a stirring begin in the pit of her stomach that developed into a tingling between her legs.

Dave tangled one hand in her long wet hair, the other trailed up her leg, underneath her bathrobe. Her lips tasted sweet, contrasting with the minty toothpaste on her tongue. Her kisses were amazing, and he felt his cock hardening again. He knew by the way her tongue chased his and her lips parted that she wanted him more than life itself. No woman had ever made him feel so wanted, especially not Jenna.

He stepped back slightly and untied her bathrobe. “Dave, we shouldn’t,” she whispered.

“Yes, we should,” he said, kissing her lightly. She moaned as his lips trailed down her neck, gently kissing down to her breasts. His lips closed around her hardened nipple and he suck. She gasped and clutched the counter for support. He nibbled gently on her nipple while caressing the other breast with his hand. He switched, sucking on the other one and gently nibbling her nipple.

“Dave, oh my God,” she whispered. Her body tingled all over and her knees wobbled.

Dave smiled, pleased and even more turned on by how horny he was making her just by playing with her breasts. If only she knew the things he wanted to do to her. He lifted her up and set her on the countertop before leaning in and kissing her again.

Maggie’s desire was strong enough to overcome her shyness. She kissed him much more forcefully than before.

His hand trailed to her inner thigh. His fingers gently touched her mound. It was hairy. It was the only difference between Maggie’s body and Jenna’s. He didn’t normally care for hairy pussies, but there was something about Maggie’s innocent beauty that turned him on even more.

Despite Maggie’s innocence, her nearly virgin pussy was dripping wet. Dave’s finger slipped in easily. She gasped in surprise, clutching his shoulders.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned.

He moved his finger slowly at first. “You like?”

“Yes, keep going. Don’t stop.”

Her moans urged him on as he slammed his finger in an out of her pussy. She nearly screamed when he inserted a second finger. She clutched him tighter. “Oh, Dave. I can’t—Oh my God—”

He pumped his fingers harder. “That’s an orgasm, sweet Maggie. Let it happen.”

“Dave! Yes!” she screamed, digging her nails into his back. Finally, she collapsed against him, holding him tightly. He slipped his soaked fingers out. She pulled back and smiled at him before kissing him again, slowly this time.

They gasped and jumped apart at the sound of the front door slamming. “Mags! I’m home!” Jenna called.

To be continued…