Just Can’t Resist

For Anonymous

Ed has a secret; he can transform into a woman at will. He uses this alternate form to party and let off steam, but when he drunkenly falls into bed with his rival on the football team, things get messy, because as much as he hates James, the pleasure he gives is too good to resist.

~

The heat hung thick in the air as practice kicked off. Not the fun, summer-heat kind, but the kind that made tempers flare and sweat pour. Ed Carson adjusted his shoulder pads and got into position for the next drill, his eyes locked on the man across from him.

James Maddox.

Six-foot-three, fast, and way too smug for anyone’s liking. The man was arrogance incarnate, and the worst part was, he had the football skills to back it up. He gave Ed a shit eating grin across the line. He wiggled his eyebrows at Ed and shot him a look that made his blood simmer.

“Let’s go!” The coach yelled from the sideline. “Quarterbacks, read that defence!”

James shot Ed a slow, exaggerated wink. “Hope you’re watching, Carson," he called out through his mouthguard. "She said I had great footwork. Thought I’d show you where I got it from.”

Ed’s blood turned to steam. James didn’t even know the half of it. The whistle blew, and just like that, the game was on. Pads slammed, cleats dug into the dirt, and the ball flew through the air. Ed was laser-focused. He read the route, pivoted left, and closed in on James as the ball came spiralling toward him. He didn’t hesitate for a second.

With a grunt, Ed lowered his shoulder and drove it straight into James's ribs. The quarterback barely had time to react before they both hit the ground, a cloud of grass and dirt spraying up around them. 

“Too early, Carson!” Coach shouted, but Ed didn’t care; it was his turn to grin.

He stood over James, chest heaving. "Oops."

The coach jabbed his thumb over his shoulder, and Ed headed for the bench, ignoring the sting in his shoulder. The timeout was worth it to knock James down a peg. At least he thought so until he heard the mutters of his teammates as he walked past.

“What's going on with them? They're even worse than usual.”

“They’ve always hated each other.”

“You didn’t hear? James slept with Ed’s sister... his twin sister.”

“Ed’s got a twin?”

“Yeah, name's Sam apparently. None of us knew. Not even James. But apparently, he hooked up with her last weekend when she was visiting Ed.”

Ed’s teeth ground together, his hands clenched at his sides as he walked past. He didn’t even look at the bench. Screw practice. He couldn’t deal with this today. They didn’t know what they were talking about, and even James was completely clueless.

James probably thought he was just messing with him by bragging about sleeping with his sister. What he didn’t know? That it was way, way worse than that. There was a reason nobody knew he had a twin: he didn’t. 

He returned to his dorm room, slammed the door behind him and stared angrily at himself in the mirror on the wall. He was a typical Midwest boy, with red hair and freckles. Exactly the sort of look most girls thought was ‘cute’, not hot. Luckily for him, he’d been born with a special little quirk that let him use his looks to his advantage. While ginger hair and freckles weren't usually considered hot for guys (For some reason), they were very desirable in women. And Ed had been born with the ability to be both. 

“Sam” was the alter ego he’d created years ago when he first started at college. A wild, midwestern party girl as mysterious as she was sexy. She’d show up at parties, drink, dance and soak up the attention of the men who wanted her body, then disappear into the night. Usually, with her fingers curled around a stranger's hand. She’d seduce them, milk them for all the pleasure they could give him, then slip out of bed in the morning without so much as a calling card. 

Last weekend…had gotten out of control. It had started, like so many drunken mistakes, with jello shots. The night had turned into a blur, the memory turned to swirls of colour every time he tried to recall exactly what happened; the only clear memory he had was of ecstasy. The strongest, most mind-blowing orgasm she’d ever had. 

Then, the next clear memory was waking up in James’ bed. Her rival, the guy who he spent every practice arguing with, and his hand was on Ed’s breast, rolling his nipple back and forth between his fingers. Still half asleep and unable to process, his body had responded, his pussy moistened, and a soft moan escaped his lips. 

Before he knew it, he felt James’s cock sliding up into his passage, and it felt incredible. It was like they were made for each other. Rival or not, Ed couldn’t resist pressing back against him. They spooned and fucked all morning until Ed could barely walk straight. It was the best sex he’d ever had, and for the first time, he couldn’t just slip away without saying something. 

If he hadn’t been so blissed out in the post orgasm haze, he probably would have thought of something clever to say to excuse himself. Then he could have taken the secret he took to his grave; that the best sex in his life had been at the hands of his rival. But his pussy was still throbbing, and instead of leaving without a trace, he left his number. 

At first, he’d managed to keep it quiet, his secret shame. Every few weeks, he could use James as a booty call and spend a few hours gasping and moaning his name. Then he’d finally started to notice similarities, and he’d had no choice but to pretend to be his own sister. Now, James was delighting in taunting him about how ‘in love’ his sister was with him.

Every time he’d teasingly mentioned how he saw ‘Sam’ on the weekend, every time he mentioned how she moaned, Ed could remember it. His cock would twitch in memory, and arousal would swirl. Then, no matter how hard he tried to resist, he’d text James, turn into Sam and let him do it all over again. Every time he bent over on the football field with James behind him, he felt his face get hot. He was so irritating, but he was so damn good in bed. They’d be bickering at training, then a few hours later, James’ cock would be in his mouth while he moaned around it. 

“Dammit, what is wrong with me?” Ed groaned, “Why can't I stop?”

It had been going on for weeks now; James was clearly loving the taboo of fucking his teammate and rival’s sister. Especially since it meant Ed was off his game. Drafting was happening soon. Scouts were already showing up to games, he couldn’t blow his chances for a good spot on a real NFL team because James was blowing his mind and then taunting him about it every day. 

“I have to cut him off. Cut myself off.” He decided. 

As if fate was laughing at him, Ed’s phone pinged with a message for ‘Sam’, from James.

‘Hey, babe, I had a hell of a practice, want to come and blow off some steam?’

Ed’s stomach clenched. Arousal swirled in his gut. It was a self-fulfilling cycle: James made him irritated, he got tense, and needed release, and then he ended up in James’ bed. Not this time. He texted back, saying he was coming and that they needed to talk. Every man knew that was women's code for ‘I’m breaking up with you’; he’d already be primed when he got there. He just had to hope James’ arrogance would be on his side. He’d get defensive, brag about all the other women he could get instead, and that would be that.

He took a shower, leaving his male clothes strewn on the floor and then bent down to the secret suitcase he kept under his bed. Sam’s wardrobe. The only problem with using his female persona for nothing but fun and sex was that he didn't really have any casual clothes. Just mini dresses and sexy bras designed to be easily removed a few hours after he put them on. Nothing really screamed; no sex tonight, buddy. In fact, they all said the opposite. 

In the end, he selected his plainest outfit: a set of red panties and matching bra over a plain black mini dress. They say the little black dress was for every occasion after all. Breakups had to count. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. As the air left his lungs, his body shifted. His breasts grew in, to fill the cups of his bra, his panties grew tight against the curve of his ass, and his hair cascaded down his shoulders. When Ed opened his eyes again, he was ‘Sam’, a curvaceous and mysterious redhead. 

“Alright, let’s get this over with.”

~

Ed exhaled sharply through his nose, the breath ruffling the loose auburn curls that framed his face in his female form. Just get it over with. He lifted his hand and knocked on James’s dorm door. The door swung open, and there he was.

James leaned against the frame, one broad shoulder propped casually against the wall, with his usual cocky grin on his face. The one that annoyed Ed so much, yet made his female body so wet. He’d clearly just gotten out of the shower; his dark grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, the fabric clinging just enough to hint at the thick outline of his cock, already half-hard in anticipation. A black tank top stretched over his chest, the sleeves cutting into the bulging muscles of his arms.

“Sam,” he drawled, his voice rough, “So glad you came over, come in.”

Ed swallowed, forcing his spine straighter. “We need to talk.”

James’ gaze flicked over him; lingering on the way his tight black dress hugged his curves, the way Ed’s nipples pebbled beneath the thin fabric, the way his thighs pressed together like he could somehow stifle the heat already pooling there. 

“Yeah?” He stepped back, leaving the door open in silent invitation. “Then talk.”

Ed didn’t move. He could see the bed where they fucked last time, the desk too. It was all rushing back to him. If he crossed that threshold, he’d lose. He knew it. So he stayed rooted in the hallway instead.

“This isn’t working anymore. We said no strings, but it’s getting… complicated. Especially with my brother.”

“Aw, is he being a little bitch about this? I thought that was your job.”

A shiver ran down Ed’s spine. He loved dirty talk; it always got him going. 

“You know it's wrong, he’s my brother and I can’t just-” 

“Can’t what, Sam?” His voice dropped, a dark purr. “Can’t stop thinking about my cock inside you? Can’t stop touching yourself when you remember how I make you cum?” ‘Yes.’ He said silently, but thankfully, managed to keep it from coming out of his mouth. 

His mouth went dry. “God, you’re such an ass. Fuck you.”

“That’s the idea, isn’t it?” He leaned in close and held her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You show up here, all fired up, like you’re gonna walk away. But we both know you’re wet just from standing this close to me.”

Ed knew he should’ve shoved him. Should’ve turned and left. But his body betrayed him, arching into his touch, her breath coming faster. He was wet, and it had been such a stressful day with practice, but that was all James’ fault! He went to step away and clear his head, but before he could, James lowered his head. 

The kiss was brutal, all teeth and tongue, his hands tangling in her hair, yanking just enough to make her gasp. Ed’s fingers flew to James’ chest, pushing, or was he pulling? His nails scraped over the hard planes of muscles. His tongue swept inside, hot and demanding, and Ed moaned before he could stop herself, the sound swallowed by James’ hungry mouth. 

“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he growled against her lips, “Knowing Ed’s twin can't keep her hands off me. No matter how hard she tries.”

His free hand sliding down Ed’s body, over the swell of his breast, his stomach, until those fingers found the hem of Ed’s dress. He didn’t ask. He never did. His touch was rough as he shoved the fabric up, his palm skimming over the fabric of his panties. Ed’s back hit the wall with a thud, breath punching out of him as James’ fingers found his pussy; soaked, just like he’d known it would be. 

“James…fuck…” Ed’s hips jerked against the hand, body already betraying every word he’d planned to say.

“Shh,” James murmured, his lips trailing down Ed’s throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below her ear. “You’re gonna take what I give you, aren’t you?” 

Those fingers circled his clit, slow and deliberate, before slipping lower, two thick digits pressing inside him with a single, deep thrust. Ed's nails dug into James’ broad shoulders, head falling back against the wall as the man curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside Ed that made her vision blur. 

“Oh god.” Ed whimpered. 

“That’s it,” he rumbled, his thumb pressing down on her clit as he fingered her, his rhythm relentless. “You’re dripping for me, Sam. Always so fucking wet.” He added a third finger, stretching her, his palm grinding against her as he fucked her with his hand. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me, and I’ll stop.”

He couldn’t. The words dissolved in his throat as pleasure coiled tight in his belly. Hips rolling against James’ hand desperately.

“I…I can’t-!”

“That’s what I thought.” 

Their mouths collided again, his tongue mimicking the thrust of his fingers, and Ed was lost. The world narrowed to the slick slide of his touch, the way his cock pulsed against her thigh, the way his voice whispered in his ear. 

“You’re mine tonight, red. And you’re gonna come on my fingers like a good girl.”

The filthy words sent him over the edge. The orgasm hit like a freight train, pussy clenching around his fingers. Ed tried to hold back the cries of pleasure, but he couldn’t. He’d fallen victim to his own lust again. James didn’t let up, drawing out every last shudder, his fingers working until he felt boneless.

Before Ed could catch his breath, James was lifting him, his hands gripping Ed’s ass as he pinned him against the wall. The cool plaster bit into his bare back, the tiny scrapes of pain only adding to the pleasure he knew was incoming. Obidiently, Ed wrapped his legs around James’ waist, her panties having fallen to the floor and the dress bunched around his hips. 

James pulled down his sweatpants just enough that his cock was free. He didn’t tease; just lined himself up and slammed into Ed in one brutal thrust, filling him to the brim.

“Fuck!” Ed’s head fell back, her body stretching to take him, the burn of his size almost too much. 

James was everywhere: his cock pounding against Ed’s G spot, his hands gripping his ass, his mouth on his neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

“You feel that?” James growled, his hips snapping, each thrust driving Ed higher. “This is what you really came for, isn’t it? My cock buried inside you, fucking you raw.” 

His teeth sank into her shoulder, the sharp pain only making Ed’s pussy tighten further. 

“Yes! Yes!” He couldn’t lie. Not now. Not when the quarterback was hitting that spot deep inside him with every thrust, cock swelling, balls slapping against her ass. “Harder!! Please!”

James groaned, his grip on Ed’s ass bruising as he fucked her like he owned him, Ed felt owned. It was so hot. 

“You’re mine, Sam. Say it.”

Another orgasm was building, his pussy fluttering around James’s cock. “Yours, I’m yours…!”

That was all it took. With a guttural groan, James buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum filling Ed in hot, thick spurts. Ed himself followed him over, body milking James for every bit of pleasure he could provide. 

When they finally stilled, shame washed over Ed, and he sighed. James leaned back, soft cock slipping out of Ed’s passage slowly. He gripped Ed’s face and smiled.

“Now, what did you want to talk about?”

Ed shuddered and shook his head. Deep in his heart, he knew he could never resist; he couldn’t give up sex this good. At least in this form, he belonged to James. 

“It doesn’t matter.”