South of the Border, Part 6 (Mexican Twin Sisters TFTG) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

A Story Tier Prompt

When a group of college students go south of the border to Mexico for spring break, best friends Angus and Jared decide to party a little too hard. Their insensitivity to local custom annoys a local bruja, who decides to transform them into a pair of Mexican twin sisters who can’t even understand English anymore. They can only turn back if they help her with the household chores, but things take an unexpected turn for all three.

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Part 6: Opportunities and Setbacks

The pair came together quickly now that they had privacy. Perhaps if both women had stayed together, the shared embarrassment over being fucked by men would have been enough to stop that very scenario from occurring. Instead, Amarissa had Miguel all to himself. He had smoothtalked his way into her life so quickly, and now he was smoothtalking his way into her pants.

“Mhmmm,” she moaned as his fingers curled around her midriff. “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

“Since I first saw you,” he whispered in her ear in his attractive voice. “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, Amarissa.”

“But what about my sister? We’re identical, after all.”

“Movement is everything,” he said, lowering his hand to softly touch her ass. She gasped a little, pressing her full chest against his. “Josefina is just as beautiful, true, but she does not move with the same confidence, or have the same awareness of her body like you do. And besides, I like a woman who can keep me on my toes.”

Amarissa did exactly that, jumping up and wrapping her thighs around him, forcing him to hold her up. He did so quite able, and proceeded to pin her against the wall in a way that was outrageously sexy.

“You like it like this, chica?”

“Mhmm, I - I guess I do! I haven’t - but let’s not talk! I just want to act right now!”

Miguel had no complaints there. With one hand he began to unbuckle his pants, even while he pressed his face into her chest. She in turn pulled down her crop top and bra, unleashing her large E-cups. They bounced aggressively as she held to him, and even more so when he entered her mere moments later. She was slick as oil, but hadn’t expected it so quickly. The former male cried out, gasping before she practically ran out of air entirely. It was the strangest, yet most pleasurable sensation she had ever felt. She was being fucked, his big, hard dick sliding into her as if she were being impaled. She raised her hands to grip the wall, thrusting out her chest further, allowing him to suck on her right nipple as she took in the alien experience of him invading her new womanhood.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned. “That’s . . . that’s i-incredible. I never kn-knew!”

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin?”

“Callar! I’m n-not! I just haven’t d-done it this way, I guess. K-keep going!”

He entered all the way in, parting her wet walls. She was only getting wetter too, particularly as he used his teeth to tease her dark brown nipples. But this was only the start of the show, because moments later Miguel actually began to thrust. He held her, holding up against the wall as he banged her against it. The former male was helpless to her body’s needs and her own attraction to this wisecracking, confident man. She wrapped her arms around his neck as surely as she had her legs around his waist, and held on for dear life as he ploughed into her again and again. Her big tits jiggled and wobbled and bounced with every motion, and it was clear Miguel was in heaven too, because they were right up in his face, burying him.

“F-fuck!” she cried. “I h-hope my s-sister is having as much fun as I am!”

Josefina was. In fact, her squeals of delight echoed from the next room, confirming that very fact to the pair of them. She was not being fucked against a wall, but instead was living out her party boy/girl history by riding the less confidence and practised Marco, giving him a wild first sexual experience. Well, not his first, but certainly his first truly passionate one. Josefina had loved it when girls had ridden her back when she’d been a man, and she was loving it even more now that she was the one mounting a guy. The feeling of Marco’s surprisingly large and rigid cock within her was something else indeed, and she was discovering just what a feisty senorita she could be. She bounced up and down on him, leaning forward to kiss the quieter, thoughtful man. He grunted, squeezing her hips and then, with her direction, raising them up to grope her breasts.

“You - you are so very beautiful!” he announced, almost shyly despite the act they were undertaking.

“And you’re - ahh - f-fucking hot!” she cried, squeezing him with her thighs ever more tightly. She had found a great rhythm, and Marco was learning quickly, even if his shyness was still evident. It only made it fucking hotter for the former male-turned-latina woman, who was loving being the centre of attention again, even if only for one man. One very cute man.

“I’m c-close,” he stammered.

She leaned over, pressing her breasts in his face while planting her hands against the wall by the end of the bed. “Good! I want you to take me there, Marco! I want to f-feel it!”

She resumed her motions, sliding up and down on his cock, unbelieving how different it felt to have a vagina. She had always assumed the woman to be passive, even when she was on top. She was the penetrated, after all, not the penetrated. But now that she was the hot chica, she understood that this was a stupid perception. She was undoubtedly the dominating party here, consuming his cock to heighten her own pleasure, taking him in and gripping him tightly with her vaginal muscles until she had taken what she wanted.

“Si! Si! Siiiiiii!”

She moaned in rapturous climax as she came. She bounced on him several more times until Marco came as well, wordlessly but just as pleasurably. She could tell from the look on his face that she had just given him a gigantic orgasm, and again by how much he produced within her: she was flooded with his hot seed, and she gripped her thighs so that she wouldn’t lose any. It was too damn sexy having it all inside her. She had drained him dry.

Only after the multiple orgasms (multiple! They were so good!) had passed did she extract herself from him, sighing blissfully as his still slightly-hard cock slid out of her slit. She nuzzled up against him, and he put his hand against her.

“That was incredible,” Marcos said to her in Spanish.

“Si,” she replied. “It was. Let’s do it again some time, lover boy.”

In the other room, a similar conversation was playing out between Amarissa and Miguel. Only Miguel needed no coaxing to consider it. They were at it again only half an hour later.

***

The two women had passed a threshold they never could have imagined stepping over, and come out the other side experiencing bliss they had never known. Neither knew what to do about it, or whether to fully give in again. There was a quiet shame that radiated from them the next morning as they had their breakfast, though Miguel and Marco were in high spirits, the latter especially.

“Anything the matter, girls?” Miguel asked them.

“N-no,” Amarissa said, stroking her dark hair behind her ear. “Last night was . . . good.”

“Very good.”

“Si. It was just . . . unexpected. I didn’t think it would actually happen. I lost control.”

“Me too,” Josefina said, though at the slight frown from Marco she amended her sentence. “Not that I regret it!”

Marco smiled. “I don’t regret it either.”

“Then none of us should regret anything!” Miguel said. “But we should get ready to get this show on the road, si? Places to go, mysterious grandmothers or great aunts to meet, and fun to be had. Lots of fun in the land of opportunity?”

Amarissa and Josefina exchanged a glance. Indeed, they were back in America, but not as they knew it. The former couldn’t stop reflecting on the wonderful feeling of sex, but Josefina was even further in the rabbit hole, despite always having been the more shallow of the two friends-turned-twin sisters. She couldn’t stop admiring Marco and enjoying his quiet, thoughtful aspect. He had cuddled her for a long time the previous night, and was still holding her when she woke. There was something . . . connective in that. Something she couldn’t quite explain.

He made her a coffee and somehow knew exactly how she liked it, at least with this body’s tastebuds. That had to count for something, right?

***

The journey continued, up until it didn’t. They weren’t operating on a tight schedule per se, but Amarissa and Josefina wanted to get to Connecticut without too much delay in order to meet this Maria and find a way to turn back. But unfortunately, events conspired to make their journey more complicated. Bad enough that they had only meagre resources and cash on their persons, but they weren’t US citizens (at least, not anymore for Josefina and Amarissa), meaning that they had to be careful around state borders and each of them flinched a little when in the presence of law enforcement, no matter how little reason they had to be worried.

But then they had good reason to be worried, because their car broke down. The kind of breakdown that involves gouts of black smoke rising from the engine.

“Shit,” Miguel said.

“Mierda,” agreed Amarissa. “Can you fix it?”

“I’m a practical man, but this? I have no idea, sorry. Marco is pretty clever though, he might-”

“Don’t even ask me, hermano. I’m an artist, not an engineer or mechanic.”

Amarissa looked to Josefina. She had been a big car person back when she’d been Jared, so she pushed the two men aside with a sigh. To their shared delight - especially the normally quite reserved Marco’s - she lifted the hood of the shitty Ford Transit and bent right over. She was wearing her impressive small denim shorts, the ones that hugged her wide hips and impressive backside, and it swayed suggestively without thinking as she looked over the engine.

“Mierda, she’s shot,” she announced. “I know how to fix it, but it’ll be caro. Really expensive, actually. We need new plugs, a new transmission, a fix to the gasket and radiator, and the belts are looking pretty crap as well.”

“Didn’t realise you knew much about cars,” Marco said.

She gave him a smug grin, this time shaking her ass a little more deliberately. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Marco. But trust me, I know my shit with cars. And this engine sucks.”

“We could go back to hitchhiking?” Amarissa suggested, but she realised immediately how that wouldn’t make any sense. For one, how would that even be practical with all four of them? They had been lucky enough on the freight train, but it wasn’t going to get them any further. And for two, such movements brought suspicion and also their own dangers. They had Miguel and Marco to look out for them, but the two beautiful Mexican women had been very, very aware of the concerns of the male gaze ever since becoming female. More than a few other drifters had looked at them like they were meet, and it wasn’t just their new female hormones that made their emotional reaction so strong; it was genuinely threatening.

“Never mind,” she said. “What are we going to do then? We’re stuck in the middle of fucking Tennessee! It’s backwater!”

Miguel chuckled. “I doubt they see it that way.”

“Yeah, but . . . we need a plan.”

Marco coughed. He gave a silent look at his brother, who sighed. “There is one thing we can do, if you’re really adamant about this journey. We could get jobs.”
Amarissa folded her arms. “We’re undocumented.”

“Then we get the kind of jobs undocumented people get, especially Mexicans like us. Marco and I aren’t too bad at weeding and gardening jobs. We’ve had our share back in the home state.”

Josefina looked to Marco, uncertain. He wasn’t exactly immensely tough, at least in terms of musculature. “Surely we can help as well? Amarissa, we could get jobs?”

“But as what, hermana? What’s the kind of stereotypical undocumented job for a Mexican woman? It’s not like we have the upper arm strength for garden landscaping! What could we do to . . . oh.”

“Oh is right,” Josefina said, making the same realisation at the same time. “We could be maids.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“It wouldn’t be out of the question,” Miguel suggested. Amarissa shot him a dark look before grabbing her ‘sister’ by the hand and dragging her to the other side of the car. They had managed to get an offramp in time to at least get some privacy on the side of Nowheresville.

“Are you kidding me right now?” she said to her twin.

“I’m just saying it could work, hermana!”

“Don’t give me that! The curse may make me think of you as a sister, but we are not actually sisters! We’re not even related really!”

“I mean, we sort of are now, right?”

Amarissa pinched her sister on the shoulder. She let out a light squeal.

“Hey!”

“That’s for giving in a few nights ago.”

“You gave in too!”

“And I’ve pinched myself a few times too, si? We need to be strong and not fall into being maids and having sex with boys and giving into our lives.”

“I know that,” Josefina said, though her expression was hurt. “But you know how strong the compulsions are! And besides, Marco is really nice. And he may be right. We need the money. Wouldn’t you rather, you know, just bite the bullet and take the job for a short time so we can be on our way?”

Amarissa sighed. Her friend-sister had a point. She placed her hands on her fine hips and shook her head, causing her dark wavy hair to ripple against her back. Once again, she was struck with how utterly curvaceous and ‘thicc’ - as she would have put it once - her new body was.

“Fine. Fine. Si, we take the jobs as maids. But after that, we move on. It’s all just to get to this bruja Maria and getting our lives back. Got it?”

“Don’t have to tell me twice! But hey, the sex was at least fun, wasn’t it?”

Amarissa smiled despite herself. “It was. Let’s not do it again, with either of them.”

***

There is the old adage: one has to spend money to make money. That is especially true of the poor, undocumented immigrant experience, as Josefina and Amarissa were just finding out. While their beautiful good looks did help them get past the processing phase of a local, rather shady maid service company that Miguel and Marco had helped find, their beauty could only get them so far. In fact, the older man who couldn’t stop staring at their tits in their crop tops almost seemed to take a small delight in informing them that they would have to either pay for their maid outfits and cleaning equipment, or have it taken out of their pay. It seemed to Amarissa to be a total ripoff; she’d often made crude jokes about sexy Mexican maids in her former life, and now she was regretting such. Clearly, they were just as often exploited for their labor.

When they left the office, the pair of them sighed as one, as if they really did share a mental ‘twin link.’

“This is going to suck,” Amarissa said in her thick accent. “I still only barely know a lick of inglesa.”

“Same,” Josefina mimicked. “And want to bet our future clients will just love that?”

But if the boys were heading for hard work to help them out, then they couldn’t exactly duck out. Still, they were holding their uniforms, and were not amused.

“These look a lot less sexy when you’re the one expected to wear them,” admitted Amarissa.”

“Si,” Josefina said, though her mind was wandering to what Marco would think of her in it. “Si.”

To Be Continued . . .