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South of the Border, Part 8 (Mexican Twin Sisters TFTG)
🕑 Added 2024-01-07 09:35:50 +0000 UTCBy 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.
Part 8: Old Friends, New Enemies
“I fucking hate these entitled gringoes,” Amarissa muttered as she collapsed back into the dirt cheap hotel room Miguel and Marco had found for them to stay out. Technically only two people could stay there, so they had to be sneaky when entering.
“Bad day?” Miguel asked, holding out his arm for her to fall into. She pointedly did not do so, despite her compulsions practically urging her to do so. She wanted to remain independent and get her male self back, especially after the day she’d just had. Instead she walked straight for the fridge and took out a soda.
“We came across some . . . people we met once,” Josefina answered tactfully. It was impressively tactful too, given that Jared had always been the more bombastic and straight-to-the-point one. She was learning from Marco and her new experiences, though. “You know some Americans?” Marco asked, looking up from his book.
She nodded. “Um, yeah . . .”
“How?”
She wasn’t sure how to answer that, having used up her short meter of guile for the day, but Amarissa answered for her, having finished her soda in remarkable gulps. “Tourists that came and visited once. They were friendly then, but it turns out they are real assholes!”
“Ah, I see. Gringoes.”
Amarissa harrumphed. “Si, exactly.”
Indeed, it had been a horrible affair. Back when they'd been Angus and Jares, Kaley and Mark and Peter and the rest had seemed to be nothing more than a fun bunch of party going college students like them: boisterous and looking for a good drunk time. But now that the pair were Amarissa and Josefina, the devastatingly pretty but clearly undocumented Mexican illegal immigrants, their former friend group had revealed their true colours. Kaley had lorded over them whenever she could, demanding practically the whole mansion be cleaned even as she and her careless group made further mess. She expected it all to be done in a day, and when shown how impossible this was, she withheld the other half of the day's payment until “the whole job is finished, got it? Understand my English?”
She had been bad enough for Josefina to summon her new inner Latina spirit and call her a “privileged white American bitch” under her breath. The irony. But as bad as Kaley was about that, and in making snide comments about their looks (from a clear origin point of jealousy), it was Peter and Mark who were far worse. It hadn’t escaped their attention that the two Mexican maids hired by Kaley were damn fine in their looks, particularly Josefina as she wore her outfit tighter and exposed a bit of her cleavage since Marco rather liked it that way. As such, the two were subjected to all kinds of comments and leering looks from the pair, especially Peter who was single.
“Hey hot senoritas!” he called out in a nasally voice from the pool area. “Come clean here for a bit! I’ll give you a nice big, hard tip if you like!”
Unfortunately for the pair, the greater nuances of sarcasm in English was still hard to grasp at times, and they willingly came over to try and compete for such a tip, only to realise exactly what he meant when he slapped Josefina on the ass. She turned and slapped him across the face immediately, sending him sprawling backwards into the pool. For a moment there was nothing but shocked silence, followed by the laughter of Peter’s peers.
“You fucking undocumented immigrant bitch!” he exclaimed.
Kaley calmed them down. “Hold up, hold up! Now Josefina, wasn’t it? You know you can’t do that. I mean, we’re doing a charity here by having you work, and there’s still so much to do. I was clear that you can’t flirt with people; that’s totally unprofessional. So get back to work and let Peter have his fun, okay?”
Josefina burned, muttering in Spanish under her breath.
“I’m sorry, I don’t speak foreign languages. This is fucking America. Speak English.”
“Si, senorita. I mean, yes, ma’am. We will do so.”
Kaley smiled as if she hadn’t just viciously made those comments. “Very good then, all solved! After all, a little hand on the ass won’t ruin your day, will it?”
That’s what they hoped, and they expressed the same hope to their sort of but sort of not boyfriends. Both comforted them, Marco especially to Josefina, who was still waiting for her damn period to come as she complained of feeling tired, bloated, and sore in her breasts. Amarissa let Miguel make her laugh, but she still hadn’t re-engaged with sex in the same way her ‘sister’ had. In fact, that very night Josefina engaged in passionate and quite noisy lovemaking with her partner, while she in turn only made out with Miguel, letting him suck on her tits. She felt a strong attraction to him but didn’t want to go too far again, especially not have him within her. So instead, she took out her frustration on the horrible day she’d had by gripping his penis and jacking him off, sometimes a little too hard.
“Woah, not so hard! A little gentler, please!”
“Lo siento,” she apologised, before working him to his full. She made sure to direct him so that he came not against her but just over a towel they’d prepared. It was good enough to satisfy him at least, though he remained hopeful.
“Perhaps next time you will ride me?” he suggested.
“M-maybe,” she admitted, though she didn’t truly want to go that far. At that moment, she just wanted to forget the whole day, get the money she needed from Kaley, and get the hell out of Maryland.
***
Unfortunately, the following days proved even greater hardship. Kaley was enjoying her power trip over the pair, and soon was giving them tasks that actually had nothing to do with cleaning the house, and all to do with preparing drinks for her lounging spring break guests and fetching them food when required. They had gone from actual maids to the sexy stereotype maids, and most aggravating of all, the pair had been asked to actually look a bit more sexy as revenge for what had happened to Peter. Several more guests had joined by this point, and they recognised a few such as Alan and Tyrone, who were almost as lady-loving as Angus and Jared had been. The ass slapping continued far more often than they could ever want as they passed the boys to bring them drinks, and by request (read: demand) the pair now had more unbuttoned tops to show off their cleavage.
“Fuck yeah, I need to hire a sexy pair of twin Mexicana maids myself sometime,” Alan said.
“Damn straight,” Tyrone agreed. “Check out the tits on the sexy one.”
“They’re twins, moron.”
“Nah, one’s definitely hotter. Her tits look bigger!”
Josefina threw a smug glance at Amarissa for a moment, only for her to go buy-eyed. “E-excuse me! I need to go for a moment!”
She turned tail and ran the other way, her heels clacking on the floor as she ran from the living room where all the college kids were lounging. A girl named Sasha who Amarissa hadn’t met before giggled at the sight of this.
“Don’t forget my drink!” she called. “I’m still waiting!”
“Well, I guess this one will just have to keep us company while we watch our movie,” Peter said. He grabbed Amarissa by the hand and yanked her onto the couch, eliciting a yelp from her. Her heavy olive tits wobbled in her top, and to her horror she realised Peter had quite literally pulled her onto his lap, leaving her impressively rotund rear perched atop him.
“P-please, I need to cl-”
“Shhh, just enjoy the movie, babe. Mind if I give her a break, Kaley?”
Kaley just rolled her eyes but said nothing, content to let it all play out. Tyrone put a hand on her bare upper thigh, and her flesh crawled. She wished she could have been with Miguel at that point. Hell, she would fuck his brains out happily if it meant never going through this lecherous experience again. Surely she hadn’t been this bad, right? The thought that after all her proud ‘accomplishments’ bedding women and travelling to other countries for sex, that she had simply been a sex pest like these creeps, rocked her to her core. It made her realise why Josefina was feeling the way she was, given that after so much empty partying her new twin sister was finding a lot of meaning in the quiet introspection of someone like Marcus.
Unfortunately, her epiphany was interrupted by Tyrone’s hand snaking further up her thigh, and a hardness between her ass cheeks courtesy of Peter’s very clear arousal. The latter’s left hand snaked up to cop a feel of her large and sensitive E-cup breasts, at which point she rocketed to her feet, shrieking at them in a long stream of Spanish that exploded from her with the fury of a thousand dying suns. Peter went wide-eyed, and Tyrone just looked very entertained by this. Kaley, unfortunately, was not.
“Amarissa! AMARISSA! You will be quiet NOW and do your JOB! I paid for half your services this morning, but I think I’ll withhold the other half until you can learn to be proper and respectable like a good American, if you catch my drift? Hmm?”
Amarissa nodded, grabbed her things, and quickly stormed off to do some cleaning, at least glad to be away from the pair. She passed Josefina coming the other way and pulled her into a side study, telling her what had happened.
“Peter did that? I never liked that rat! He was always trying to get everyone on ecstasy at parties. I love ecstasy, but he wanted to put it in girl drinks. He’s probably a fucking rapist.”
“A creep at the very least,” Amarissa said.
“We have to get out of here. These people are shit. Were we this shit?”
Amarissa sighed heavily, and was once more reminded of her large bosom as it rose and fell in her now-sexy maid outfit. “I don’t know, hermana. I don’t know. I think . . . I think we’ve changed quite a lot.”
“For the better,” Josefina said, and she said it with conviction.
“I’m not sure. We’ve just changed. We can change back. I don’t want to end up stuck as a stupida sexy Mexican maid forever.”
“We won’t!” Josefina said, then paused, looking away. “But it has been a bit fun at times, right? And Marco is so lovely. And I know you like Miguel. And we’ve learned things. I feel like my eyes have been opened beyond just partying and girls and cars and drinking. Though I do like drinking; the thought of it makes me seriously sick right now. I just threw up in their bathroom. Ha! Lucky they had a maid nearby to clean it up, right?”
Amarissa sighed at her friend. “Si, I suppose they are. Look, Kaley just told me she’s withholding payment again.”
“What? That bitch! At this rate, we’ll never get the money we need!”
“I know. And I think she’s stringing us along. If we stay much longer with these horndog gringoes then something really bad will happen to us. Mark is already yelling about wanting to see us do a sexy twin dance and Marisha is criticising him for it but he’ll win out because Kaley runs the show, and she likes seeing us humiliated because we’re ‘other.’”
“So what do we do?” Josefina asked. “You’re the smart one, right? I’m just the impulsive one.”
“With bigger boobs, apparently,” Amarissa smirked.
“Gah! They feel enormous! And extra bouncy! I wish this period would come already. I can’t believe I’m saying that . . .”
Amarissa was a little jealous, though she didn’t want to be. She put her hand on her friend’s shoulder and squeezed it gently. “These people are robbing us,” she finally said. “So it’s time we rob them back.”
“I don’t know, that sounds like the kind of dumb idea I would have, Amarissa.”
“Well, I’m feeling impulsive,” the former male replied. “And I want to have a dick again, just so I can finally have some muscles and beat these sexist pieces of shit up for how they’ve treated us!”
“I told you we’ve changed! We see stuff from the female point of view a lot more.”
“Si, si, I admit it! But I also want to get to Maria’s address and talk to the bruja. Kaley pays in cash, and I’ve seen the room where the money is. She mocks us for being undocumented and illegal? She harasses us for lack of ID? Well, those things will also make it a lot, lot harder to track us once her money is gone, right?”
Josefina’s eyes began to gleam. Her stomach gurgled a little, ruining the moment. “Ugh, I feel bloated, tired, and annoyed. Let’s fucking do this, hermana. Let’s rob these privileged white kids!”
The irony of the statement went acknowledged but uncommented upon. The two of them went back to work, recognising that Kaley would be on the prowl soon. They had to tolerate a few more instances of the horrific behaviour of the individuals who had once been their friends. Poor Josefina was a particular target. It aggravated the protective instincts of Amarissa as the self-appointed ‘older’ of the two twins, but there was also a more paranoid undercurrent: the guys were commenting on their sexy twin fantasies, but had obviously latched onto Josefina as the hotter one due to her breasts currently being a whole cup size bigger - full on F-cups - as well as her hair being looser and giving her a more appealing appearance. It left the ‘younger’ sister desperately wanting Marco back, particularly since he was stronger than she had first assumed, given how well he was taking the landscaping jobs. But for now, they could only put up with the occasional slap on the ass, grope of their tits as they passed, and other lewd comments. Kaley continued to make snide, plausible deniable comments, dangling their future pay over their heads to keep them acting like submissive indentured servants.
Finally, their break came when the group decided to leave the place to go have lunch.
“Make sure the entire pool area is clean!” Kaley demanded. “I don’t want a single bit of litter. If you can’t do that, then what’s the point of you people.”
It set Josefina’s blood boiling, and Amarissa had to hold her back from physically attacking the other woman while she had her back turned to her.
“Don’t! No! Josefina, remember the plan!”
Josefina calmed herself, drawing on her internal image of Marco painting away calmly in her mind. It worked, and she resumed her steady breathing. Even her weird tiredness had gone away for a spell.
“Okay,” she said. “I’m calm. Let’s go fuck these motherfuckers up!”
They moved quickly as soon as the two separate Mercedes cars exited the mansion and left through the automatic gate. Amarissa led Josefina up to the second floor where they quickly scrounged through the room to find the box where the money was contained. Unfortunately, it was locked tight. Fortunately, Josefina had not lost her jury rigging skills in the transformation, and was able to apply the same finesse and knowledge she had when it came to cars towards the lock. With a hairpin she was able to jimmy it, though it took nearly fifteen minutes of agitation.
“Hurry up!” Amarissa urged.
“I am meant to be the impatient one, so what does this say about you, herman?”
Amarissa just kept watching the window, fearful that the car would arrive.
“Got it!” Josefina cried. The lockbox sprung open, and wads of fifty and hundred dollar bills were neatly stacked, and some even rubber banded together. “Wait - are we sure we want to do this?”
“They grabbed my fucking tits, Josefina.”
“And smacked my ass. Right, let’s fuck them up.”
The pair shared a giggle that only outlined how well they had adapted to being a pair of female twins, and quickly set to work grabbing all the cash. Once that was done, the pair descended the staircase and made for the exit. Josefina halted at the last second.
“Wait a moment, I have an idea!”
Amarissa gestured wildly. “Are you serious? We’re on a timeline here!”
“It will only take a second!”
She grabbed the trash liners, full of cans and discarded half-eaten food and plenty of other garbage, and hauled them out to the pool area. Quickly, and with a lot of chaos, she emptied them into the pool one by one before flinging the bags in as well. She even smashed a few bottles and threw in the remnants, just to make sure the place would really need a clean.
“There!” she declared when she came back. “Our time was ruined, now so is theirs!”
She gestured back to the scene of absolute ghastly horror that was now the pool.
“They’ll just hire a maid,” Amarissa said sadly.
Josefina halted. “Mierda. I feel sorry for the next one. But I overhead that Kaley’s parents are coming home soon, so at least she’ll probably be punished for this, right?”
They could only hope. Amarissa grabbed her sister by the hand and pulled her out of the building, they ran out of the property and made their way to the hotel. Marco and Miguel were very confused when the two curvaceous twins launched themselves at their respective lovers, kissing them passionately - especially so in Josefina’s case to Marco.
“There’s only a little time to explain,” Amarissa said to Miguel, who was evidently very pleased at the return of such a loving connection, “but we need to go. Rapida.”
She flashed the cash before his eyes, and they lit up.
“I hope the story isn’t too exciting,” he said. “I’ll clock us out. Marco, get the car ready. It’s time to get to Connecticut.”
***
Amarissa couldn’t help it. She had sex with Miguel again, this time in a much nicer hotel - albeit one that was still pretty basic. She was still feeling that rush of victory from the robbery - or was it burglary? - in Maryland, and Miguel had kept her spirits high with talk of all the crazy things they could do with the money.
“I could finally get my business up and running! A restaurant, perhaps, with fine authentic Mexican cuisine. Dios mio, the stuff they claimed was authentic in Tennessee made my tongue practically fall out! Can’t you see it, Amarissa? Me as a fine-garbed restauranterer, with an upper-class clientele?”
She snorted, punching him lightly on the shoulder. “I can see you somehow swindling it, charming as you are.”
He teased his thin, perfectly maintained moustache, as was his habit. “You could join me, after your business with your great Aunt Maria. We could at least have adventures together. This has been the best one of my lifetime. I never thought I would meet someone like you, Amarissa.”
“And I can honestly say the same about you, Miguel,” she said.
Josefina and Marco were out on a date, which left the two dangerously alone. She reached for a remote to turn on the small television in the room, perhaps to start a distraction and avoid her feelings, but instead her hand landed automatically on his instead. It made her heart beat faster. The very thing she had been fearing was occurring: she was losing her male self to her female self’s feelings of not only lust, but genuine affection for this sweet, sly, charismatic man. He leaned closer to her, his eyes glancing for a moment down to her cleavage. To her embarrassment and relief, she was in a showy crop top and denim shorts again, which also revealed her fine midriff. Miguel's hand snaked around her back, his calloused fingers feeling wonderful on her soft skin.
“I know you have been stressed lately,” he said. “But I still remember that night back in Tennessee. It was something else.”
She took a deep breath, accidentally emphasising her heavy breasts. In that moment, she wished they were as big as Josefina’s suddenly were. The poor thing still had bouts of nausea and tiredness, but her period must have been just on the cusp of arriving. She wondered when hers would be: didn’t siblings or twins usually have periods at the same time? Or was that just a myth?
Either way, the thought had to halt, because she could no longer fight against the current of feeling she possessed towards Miguel. She opened her lips as he pressed himself slowly against her, and they locked together, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. The feeling was unbelievably erotic, even more so when Miguel began to fondle her large right breast, teasing her nipple through her thin bra. She moaned, her vaginal tunnel already moistening in preparation, and this time she knew she had lost in full. There would be no quick titty job, or handjob, or any other form of light sex or extended making out. They were going all the way this time. She wanted him inside her, and told him as much.
“Take me to the bed,” she whispered in his ear. “I’m going to ride you, mi amor.”
The words were enough to make his manhood as hard as steel against her.
When she mounted him mere minutes later, her figure naked, her breasts ripe, her childbearing hips straddling his, she moaned in exaltation.
The woman inside her had won out, at least for now.
To Be Continued . . .
