The Crooked Mirror
The old mirror stood in the corner of Gran's bedroom, its heavy gilt frame caked with decades of dust. Alicia, home for the weekend from college, hadn't even meant to go in there. But something pulled at her, some strange itch she couldn't scratch. That first night, standing naked in front of the smudged glass, she let her palms slide up her firm young tits, thumbing the nipples until they peaked, then traced down her belly to her smooth pussy. She spread her lips with two fingers, already slick, and started working her clit in slow, circling strokes.
Then the reflection rippled. Twisted. And her own face stared back at her with a hunger that made Alicia's knees shake—feral, animal, completely unashamed.
She froze, fingers still buried deep in her dripping cunt. Her mirror twin smiled, stepped forward, and slipped through the glass like it was nothing but warm water. The body that pressed against her back was scorching hot, and the hands that grabbed her tits were her own—same shape, same feel—but they squeezed harder than she ever dared, twisting her nipples until the pain blurred into pleasure. A tongue dragged up her neck, then down her spine, right between her ass cheeks. Alicia moaned, and the tongue dove into her tight asshole, thrusting and licking, eating her out from behind like she was dessert.
Her double spun her around, dropped to her knees, and swallowed Alicia's swollen cunt whole. The mouth was greedy, relentless. She buried her face in that wet slit and sucked until Alicia's juices ran down her chin. Fingers shoved into her pussy and her ass at the same time, pumping, scissoring, punishing her with pleasure. Alicia's legs buckled. She screamed as she came—a gusher that soaked the antique glass in thick, sticky squirt.
Her twin rose, spun her around into doggy, and slammed a strap-on into her sopping cunt that hadn't been there a second ago. It was thick, brutal, hitting bottom on every stroke. Each thrust snapped her hips forward with a wet slap against Alicia's soaked ass. "You've always been a filthy little whore," the double hissed in her ear, never letting up, pounding her without mercy. Alicia howled, begged, came so hard her vision went white, and when the second orgasm ripped through her, she just collapsed, spent, on the dusty floor.
When she finally opened her eyes, the mirror was just a mirror again. Only the shine of her own cum spreading across the creaky floorboards and the still-pulsing, beautifully wrecked hole between her legs told her it had been real.