FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
It was going to be the biggest party of the century. The Bachelor party for the Vershini Twins. Valder and Vander. They where both getting married to princesses from other countries, and neither of them where all that happy about it, but they where doing it because it was what they where supposed to do. It was what their people needed, so it was what they where doing. Their friends, worried about the twins increased sense of gloominess and depression, decided to throw the biggest party the century had ever seen. The Twins didn't even know half the people who had arrived, and that suited Valder, older by two whole minutes, just fine. Especially since Valder didn't much like the woman he was supposed to be marrying... it wasn't that she was mean or anything he just found her... boring. They had nothing at all in common, they couldn't even get past talking about how nice the weather was.
So, Valder was going to have the last fun he'd ever have, and was right smashed drunk before an hour had passed into the party. Vander couldn't blame the poor guy, at least his fiance was slightly interesting, they didn't have much in common, but he had always been a little more outgoing than Valder was. So, Valder was drunk and fixing to make a very bad decision, and Vander was working to keep the married women away from Valder so he didn't get into any more trouble than he needed to be... not that it helped... because in the morning, Valder woke up with a splitting headache, and a sour stomach of a hangover, and turned to his bed partner... what should have just been a one night stand... and set eyes on the one woman he should never have even looked at... his brothers Fiance.
“...oh fuck me...” Valder groaned, slumping into the bed again and pulling the pillow over his head... how the hell had this happened?! Vander was always so GOOD at keeping him out of trouble! And yet here he was, in bed with Vander's Fiance, with the obvious signs of their copulation everywhere... namely the used condoms laying here and there, and their clothes flung in every direction. Well, the brothers WHERE identical, he could pretend to be Vander, and the girl would never know... now to act like Vander... wait, Vander didn't drink, ever... because he was better than everyone else... and had an allergy to the alcohol... fuck, she KNEW he wasn't Vander... he had to slip out then and hope she didn't remember. That thought in mind, he carefully slipped out of the bed, and started looking for his pants, hoping she wouldn't wake up.