Love Like No Other - Part One

Sylvie Mizushima had known for a while that her wife of two years, Sascha Vasilos, was in an affair with an "ex"-lover. Of course, that didn't make it any easier to bear and, every day, she considered confronting her wife about the whole situation. It was just... difficult. For some reason, she felt a little guilty for being herself, an Asian American cisgender woman, a woman born a woman. It felt it was only too natural that her white, transgender wife would seek someone more like herself, another transgender woman who understood her in ways that Sylvie could never. It was, really, the silliest of thoughts but she grew more convinced of it every time she knew Sascha was with someone else. The more that was left unspoken, the more her thoughts churned and the more her opinions of herself turned sour. She missed being loved.

She also missed the intimacy and she missed it a great deal. She missed their love-making, as sex happened less and less and with far less passion than ever. In an almost offensive way, she always thought Sascha was the best of both worlds--large, firm breasts and equally well-endowed when it came to her "lady stick" (even after years of hormone therapy, which only meant one thing, really...). Sylvie didn't want to lie to herself, she was practically a nymphomaniac and she hated when Sascha pulled away from her. It left an ache in her body that fantasies and touching herself just could not fill. The more Sascha refused her touch, the more frustrated and lonely Sylvie became.

She had to do something. If Sascha did not want her, she would go crazy if she did not find some outlet. On one of those nights, those frequent nights when she knew Sascha was away with her own lover, Sylvie decided to take matters to her own hands. Perhaps she was a little bitter, perhaps she was a little crazy, but she decided there was only one way to get back at (and, in an insane way, get back) her beloved: find someone close to Sascha that would make the point poignant. The answer: Sascha's (identical) twin brother, Gabriel.

Oh yes, it was definitely the strangest and most ludicrous plot Sylvie had ever devised. But why not? Gabriel was just as handsome as Sascha was beautiful, masculine in ways where Sascha was feminine and quite masculine where Sascha was also masculine (at least, that was what Sylvie theorized). Besides, deep down, she always knew there was some sort of feeling there. If nothing else, she could play it all down to her loneliness.

Sylvie, in the twilight hours of that night, dressed in the most flattering dress she could find, a scandalously tight and short red dress to contrast her tanned olive skin, almond eyes and mouth painted with soft and natural but alluring colors, her long black hair set in cute waves. She came unannounced to Gabriel's apartment building off of Park Avenue, buzzing him at the front door. The exchange there was brief but Sylvie could tell his surprise underneath the slight accent and the buzz of the door unlocking. She wondered suddenly if he had a girlfriend and if that woman was there. What would she do then?

As she was concocting excuses in her head for her appearance, she made her way to Gabriel's eighth story apartment. By the time she reached his door, she had developed several lies but all of them disappeared from her mind as she heard the locks click and the door open. Standing in the doorway was Gabriel--tall, fair-skinned Gabriel with his side-swept blond hair and azure blue eyes. As if seeing him for the first time, Sylvie felt a blush threaten her cheeks and she felt meek suddenly, her plans altogether farthest from her mind. For his part, Gabriel made a brief glance up and down her small frame but said nothing about it, only ushering her in with a gentle touch on the small of her back.

"So, what can I do for you, Sylvie? It's not like you to come without calling ahead."

"I was just... Are you alone?"

They settled down on the soft cushions of his couch. Gabriel clasped his hands together, leaning on his elbows as he gazed at his sister-in-law.

"That's a strange question. Of course I'm alone. If I had a lover with me, I wouldn't have buzzed you in."

"Oh."

A period of silence echoed in the room, their eyes looking at one another. Sylvie wondered if Gabriel could see through her. It wouldn't have surprised her; Gabriel was a psychiatrist, after all. She always felt a little exposed when Gabriel looked at her. She somehow always knew he could tell when she lied. So, she decided to say nothing. So much for her earlier brazenness. After a moment, Gabriel gave a small smile (finally) and placed a warm hand on her knee.

"I hope you didn't walk all the way out here from Riverdale dressed like that. It's pretty late and you shouldn't be out alone. You know that, right?"

"Yeah," she nodded softly. "I just... I don't know what I was thinking..."

"What were you thinking?"

When Sylvie looked up, she found a ghost of a smile dancing across Gabriel's features, as if it took effort to not show some emotion he had hiding. Maybe he thought she was amusing. That was what Sascha had used to love about Sylvie, that she could make anyone smile. The thought made Sylvie frown, her eyes looking off to a distance, away from Gabriel. They really were siblings, the two of them, with the same delicate features, each of them quite beautiful in similar (yet different) ways. Sylvie really wished it was Sascha looking at her.

Gabriel brought a light touch to Sylvie's cheek, turning her face to see him. That was a surprise. Generally speaking, Gabriel always maintained a polite distance to just about everyone, as if his duties as a psychiatrist permeated his entire life. Sylvie stared at him and he brushed the tears from the corner of her eyes. She hadn't realized she had been crying.

"Shh... It's alright, Sylvie." With a gentle tug on her arm, Gabriel brought Sylvie into a soft embrace. She could feel his breath in her hair and he smelled spicy and warm, like cinnamon. It was comforting and she closed her eyes, relaxing into his arms. "You don't have to say anything if you don't wan't to."

"Sascha... Sascha won't look at me anymore..." she said between sighs. "She won't even touch me..."

"And you thought that perhaps I would...?"

Something hit the bottom of her stomach and Sylvie pulled back quickly, almost pushing Gabriel as she felt suddenly both appalled (at herself) and embarrassed. Gabriel too seemed surprised, his hands still outstretched from when he had held her. Sylvie stood up, shaking her head, tears stinging her eyes again. She felt sick and sad and altogether lonely all over again. It must be nice to be Sascha, to not have to feel the same way when she touched her own lover.

"I'm sorry. I'll just go now." The bitterness in her voice was palpable. "I'm sorry to have bothered you."

At that, she turned on her heel and practically ran to the front door. However, Gabriel was fast and by the time Sylvie reached the door, Gabriel was behind her and pressed her up against the door, one hand above her to keep the door shut.

"Wait," he breathed, a heat in Sylvie's hair and between their bodies. She could feel something hard pressed into her, a stiffness in the man's jeans, and her face flushed rose. "I wasn't rejecting you, Sylvie. I was merely... trying to gauge your... intentions."

The locks still in place, his hand slid down the door and sneaked in between her and the door, sneaking down her stomach and to the hem of her dress. By the shortness of her dress, if he pulled it up just a little...

"Gabriel... wait..." Her breaths were heavy and she felt both panicked and conflicted. "If Sascha... If she finds out..."

"So what?" His fingers played with the fabric slightly as he relaxed his hold on her. "How can she say anything when she's having an affair of her own?"

Sylvie blinked. Did everyone know and simply neglected to tell her? Her resistance deflated and she leaned back, resting against Gabriel's chest. She supposed if anyone knew, it would be Gabriel. Perhaps he had done the kind thing in the end, not informing her in case she never found out. He had always been so supportive, after all. She felt the tears threaten her eyes again.

"I... I don't know..." was all she managed to say.

"It's alright." He let out a sigh and relaxed fully, his body no longer pressed against hers. "I know you love her. I've always been a little jealous of that." There was a slight pause and he removed his hands from her dress and gave her a gentle squeeze on the arm as he added: "Go take a shower. It'll help you relax. I'll have some clothes ready for you before you are done. You can find towels in the bathroom cabinet."

When she turned around, Gabriel had all but disappeared and she heard the shuffling of pans and dishes in the nearby kitchen. She sighed, relieved of the tension, and headed off to find the bathroom. It was easy enough to find as New York apartments were never really that big (unless you were a millionaire), unobtrusively found in a small hallway next to the living room. Shutting the door behind her, she gathered a towel, turned on the shower, and slipped out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor without ceremony, slipping out of her lacy thong and matching bra. She had really made a crazy plan before, hadn't she?

The water was very warm and Sylvie relaxed under the beat of water falling down on her, relishing it as if it were the touch of a lover. Using her hands, she lathered soap (Gabriel's soap) and ran the suds down her soft skin. The soap smelled quite masculine, the scent of mahogany and cedar with a touch of musk and spice--Gabriel's signature scent. When was the last time she'd been close with a man, enough to smell him? Other than a few moments ago with Gabriel, she couldn't recall and the scent of him on her skin made her mind wander.

She imagined his hands soaping her up, firm yet gentle strokes on her skin, massaging her breasts while his thumbs teased her erect nipples. He'd run his hands all over her, tracing her small waist and running suds down her ass and between the cheeks as he massaged. She imagined his hand sneaking between her legs finally, washing her pussy clean before his fingers found her clit, stroking and flicking at it as she gasped and moaned, making her lean against him. In the present, Sylvie had brought her own hand to her pussy, making circles on her clit as she leaned against the tile wall. In her mind, she imagined his hard cock and she'd get down on her knees and...

Without thinking, Sylvie moaned out, loudly. She had been nowhere close to orgasm but the fantasies had made her self-pleasuring that much more intense. She sighed before, suddenly, she realized where she was. Oh god, she thought, what if Gabriel had heard her? Panicked, she washed her hair quickly and slipped out of the shower as fast as she could. She dried herself off roughly and wrapped the towel around her, gathering her discarded clothes and practically running out of the bathroom.

She found Gabriel in his living room, a pot of tea and two mugs on the coffee table in front of him. His face, though! He was staring at her with thinly veiled surprise, one eyebrow cocked and his blue eyes a little wide. Sylvie was still dripping wet (and not just from water), breathing heavily and staring right back at him. What was she supposed to do now? Before he could say anything, she dropped her towel and clothes to the floor.

Gabriel stared at the offending towel for a long moment before returning his gaze to her, his eyes watching her steadily. They looked her up and down and all over--from her round breasts (slightly larger than average for an Asian girl) to her smooth pussy--and she was glad he could not really tell how wet she was, pressing her thighs together slightly. She had made the first move and waited, impatiently, for Gabriel to take his turn.

As if realizing this, Gabriel stood up and walked over to her, tea forgotten, and took her breasts in his hands. He squeezed them, pressing them together and fondling them as Sylvie shut her eyes with a sigh. It was nice to be touched, finally, and she felt Gabriel lean down, taking one of her hard nipples in his mouth before sucking on her tit as his other hand fondled the other, his thumb making circles over the nipple. She moaned as he took her nipple between his teeth and gasped as he bit down, gentle and strong.

His free hand smoothed down her stomach and sneaked between her legs, gently pushing her to spread her legs. Sylvie complied and she felt Gabriel feel her pussy lips, stroking them, feeling her wetness, before he used his thumb on her clit, making little circles on the swollen flesh. She gasped as her legs shook and she pouted when he pulled his hand away. He grinned at that as he stood back up and, wordlessly, he brought his mouth to hers in a deep kiss.

Gabriel held onto her tightly as he, with their lips still locked, guided her to his bedroom. With a push, Sylvie felt herself hit the bed and she let herself fall to her back, spreading her legs slightly for him. Even underneath his jeans, she could see he was hard. He seemed to be in complete control, though, and he brought his hand to her pussy again, slipping a finger then two into her. He worked her up like an expert, his fingers slightly curved just right to hit her g-spot, making her arch her back and groan. She gripped the sheets and began to rock her hips as he began fucking her with his fingers, quickening his pace, each thrust of them down to his knuckles, over and over again.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god...!"

"Come for me, princess. Come for me," he demanded under heavy breaths.

Sylvie let out a scream, her back arched high, her orgasm rolling through her, from her core and out to her fingertips and toes, as her tight pussy contracted repeatedly around his fingers. She fell back onto the bed and he smiled at her, warmly, crawling onto the bed to sit next to her, asking for nothing. He just watched her face as he brushed a wet strand of hair from her eyes. Curious, she looked down and saw, even through his jeans, that he was still hard. She felt a certain need to "return the favor" and she forced herself to recover faster than her body wanted.

Getting on her knees, she pulled off Gabriel's shirt (with his help) before her hands went about unbuttoning his jeans. He made a little noise of approval as she freed him from his constriction and she marveled at his cock, long and thick and very, very hard. Her hands felt it, stroking its shaft before she eased herself down, taking the tip into her mouth. She heard his breath grow shaky and heavy, and she took the rest of him into her mouth, easing him in until her lips barely touched the hilt. She wanted to gag but she forced herself not to, feeling the head of his cock in the back of her throat. Slowly, she began moving her head back and forth, from the tip to the hilt. Once she got used to the sensation, she started moving faster, sucking harder, and she heard his moans in her ears, his hand drifting to the back of her head, urging her to continue. She worked at it diligently for a long while before he brought his hands to each side of her face, surprising Sylvie as he gently pulled her off him.

"Not yet. Let's enjoy tonight for as long as we can."

Gabriel laid Sylvie down on her back as he kicked his jeans off of him and the bed. He positioned himself between her legs and pulled her down so that her thighs rested on his. The thought occurred to Sylvie to ask him to use a condom but part of her, a really disturbing part of her, thought that she wouldn't mind too terribly to have his child. However, the thought (and all thoughts, really) vanished as she felt him rub his cock on the lips of her pussy, teasing her. He ground the tip onto her clit and she gasped, squirming at the feeling. He teased her for a while, pressing just the tip into her before rubbing it again on her pussy's lips and her clit. Soon enough she was struggling and moaning, her hips rocking slightly.

"Please, please, Gabriel. Fuck me, please."

"Make love, you mean," he corrected her, a little glimmer in his eyes. Indeed, their eyes met and Sylvie saw a passion in his eyes that was not merely lust. Perhaps, he...

Gabriel eased his cock into Sylvie, stretching her walls wide as she yelled out, her back arching again at the sensation of being so very filled, all the way to the hilt. The man began thrusting back and forth and Sylvie gasped and moaned, his cock filling her over and over again, gradually building up speed until he was making love to her intensely, deeply, repeatedly. His cock pulled back to the tip and thrust into her to the hilt, the head of his penis kissing up to her cervix, over and over.

Sylvie spread her legs wide for Gabriel and felt something build in her, the tension in her growing again as she neared the peak. She made loud little gasps, her hips rocking to push him deeper and faster into her. Oh god, it felt so good, and she screamed as she reached orgasm for a second time that night. Soon enough, she felt Gabriel's cock swell in her, his thrusts becoming very quick and deep until he buried himself as far as he could, coming into what she felt must be her womb. It was new and strange and Sylvie thought that perhaps she liked it.

For his part, Gabriel leaned down and kissed Sylvie again, deep and long. She let out a little sigh, feeling him still inside her as he gathered her in his arms.

"Thank you," she said with another sigh. "That was really nice."

Gabriel gave a little laugh.

"Who said we were done?"

Blinking, she felt him begin to move in her again, his cock growing hard (much to her surprise). She couldn't help herself, she began to thrust her hips to meet him and they began moving in time again, Gabriel driving deep into Sylvie again and again. This time, there was more urgency and Sylvie quickly reached climax yet again, groaning out loudly as she came. This only incensed Gabriel and he pulled out, only so that he could flip Sylvie onto her stomach, lifting her by her hips so that her ass was in the air as she leaned on her knees. Gabriel dived his cock into her pussy again, thrusting in a kind of fever, over and over for what seemed like forever until, with a grunt, he spilled his seed deep into her another time.

Gabriel sighed, pulling out of her, and gently rolled Sylvie onto her side before pulling the sheets over her. She was exhausted from the sex and she mumbled thanks and good night as Gabriel turned off the lights. As Sylvie felt sleep claim her, her last memory of the night was Gabriel wrapping his arms around her, holding her as they both fell to slumber.