The pre-honeymoon is becoming a popular trend. Just before the wedding, the bride-to-be chooses a friend to be her doppelganger and join her on vacation with her darling fiance. It’s a test of love, faithfulness, and how well the man truly knows his partner.

If the groom can’t tell the real from the fake, if the bond between them is purely physical, the couple are considered a bad fit for marriage.

Sophie picked her gay brother to become her twin. God, he’s good. Whichever one he is.

He knows her as well as she knows herself, and can play her to perfection. They’ve both been beautiful and flirtatious beyond belief. It’s been ten days and I still have no clue which one is my fiance. Ten days without sex. By this point, I’m tempted just to flip a coin to choose one to fuck.

I’ve asked them to dress in front of me in the hope there might be some remnant of his manhood, some scar of surgery. My cock throbs painfully as they strip before me. There’s not a single imperfection on either of their bodies.

There’s just one hope. There’s no way Richard knows how his sister behaves in bed. She has one distinctive tell - nothing makes her cum harder than licking her ear as I fuck her.

But which do I test it on first?

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Eenie… Meenie…Miney…Mo