Leona got up from the bed, the Mickey Mouse shirt pulled just high enough to expose the smooth skin of her stomach. James looked away, the last thing he wanted or needed was to make things any more uncomfortable than they were. She approached the door. She stopped, just before she exited and turned towards him. Her eyes searched his, looking for something he wasn't sure he wanted her to find. "James," she said, a little softer then, "do you. do you jerk off to her at night?"
James felt his face go red, his heart racing. He hadn't expected her to be so direct, but he knew he must be truthful with her. "Leah," he began
But she was gone, the door closing softly behind her. He slumped back onto his bed, feeling like he'd just been hit by a ton of bricks. He had never meant for her to find out about this. Knowing she knew was almost too much.
As she walked down the hall, her mind whirring and her heart pounding in her chest, she had always known James had a thing for small-breasted girls, but to think that he watched someone who resembled just her was something altogether different. She wasn't quite sure whether she was flattered or disgusted.
That night was like any other: James lay in bed with his computer, its soft glow casting shadows on the walls. The volume was low, and he was watching Leahsthetics' latest show. His hand moved rhythmically under the covers, while his mind concentrated more on his sister than on the woman on the screen. The resemblance was uncanny, and it was hard for him to tell them apart in his mind. What was he doing? He loved his sister always, but this was a new level he'd never anticipated.
Leona lay in bed across the hall, her mind racing with new knowledge about James. The quiet click of his computer in his room just seemed to ring in her ears, remembering their conversation from earlier. Was it, in fact, fascination for him alone, or was there something more? Her mind was full of confusion and a bit of arousal. She'd always felt protective over James, but this was a different scenario.
The more hours ticked by, the more curious it made Leona. She had seen how the men on that website adored the model who looked just like her. Perhaps there was something to this, something to make her more confident with herself. Tossing and turning, she finally fell into a fitful sleep, images of the confident Chatterbabe dancing in her mind.
The next morning, she woke up; her mind was made up. She had a plan, and that plan was a devious one-a plan that could very much backfire and ruin their lives.
Leona felt this strange sense of kinship with the confident, sexual creature her brother was obsessed with.
Pancakes and bacon scented the air as Leona sat at the breakfast table, her mind still running from the previous night. Her mother bustled around the kitchen, humming cheerily as she prepared the meal. Oblivious to the silent tension that hung in the air, Leona picked at her food while her mind went back to the image of her twin on the computer screen.
When James shuffled into the room, his eyes bleary from sleep, all Leona could feel was this weird, mixed emotional feeling. He was still her baby brother; the one that she had always looked out for. Now, however, there was something else.
"Good morning," she said a little too bright.
"Morning," James grumbled, dispensing a cup of coffee and pouring it full. His eyes had a bloodshot quality to them and that unsettled feeling in his chest from his dreams the night before wouldn't seem to leave him.
Leona leaned back in her chair across the table from him, trying to read him, her mind racing with the revelation she'd just decided to share. "So, James," she said, her voice as sweet as could be, "I had the weirdest dream last night."
James looked up from his plate, heart skipping. "What was it about?" he asked a trifle too offhand.
