Someone knocked, and Evan's c**k was still in my mouth.
That was the morning of my twin's wedding.
Ten minutes earlier I had locked the bathroom off the bridal suite because Nora was in the next room with a makeup woman and a laugh I have worn my whole life. Same face. Different girl. She was getting the dress. I was getting the man she thought was only hers.
Evan had followed me in. Months of looking. Months of his hand on my back at dinners, gone before Nora turned. He shut the door with his heel and did not ask if I was sure. I was sure. I had been sure before she said yes.
"Quiet," he said. "She's right there."
I went to my knees on the tile in the bridesmaid robe. He opened his belt. He was already hard, thick, the head wet, and I took him in like I had practiced in my head every
