A Silver Lining - Part 3

Our parents had gone upstairs, so Amy and I had some time to ourselves out on the porch.

She was clearly uncomfortable with the way I had taken on her mannerisms and personality.

"You're acting so... girly," she said, her tone accusing.

"I can't help it," I replied, shrugging my shoulders, “Anyway… You said you didn’t have a crush on anyone in your music class. So, who do you have a crush on then?”

Amy blushed, “You wouldn't know him."

"His name is Ethan," she finally said, “We play music together sometimes. He doesn’t know.”

"Well, maybe I can help you win him over," I said, a smile playing on my lips, “Here, pretend you’re Ethan for a moment. And I’ll be you.”

I curled Amy’s locks playfully around my fingers, arching my back to give volume to her chest, “Hey, ‘Ethan’... How about we play guitar together sometime?"

Amy hesitated for a moment, almost caught off guard by my impersonation.

"You know, if you really want to win Ethan over, you have to be more assertive,” I broke character.

Amy's eyes softened, "Yeah, I've thought about it."

"Tell me about him," I urged, my voice barely above a whisper.

That night in Amy’s room, I found myself struggling to fall asleep.

The rhythm of Amy's heartbeat pulsed softly against my chest. My mind was racing with thoughts of Ethan.

I fumbled around for her phone and began to search for his name. There it was. His profile.

I started to look through his photos. I’m straight. So why was I so drawn to this guy she had a crush on? Was it because I was in her body?

I found a video of Amy and Ethan together.

They were playing guitars, their voices blending in perfect harmony. I imagined it was me in the video, that I was Amy in that moment of time.

I mouthed the lyrics Amy sang quietly to myself, my heart racing as I watched their chemistry.

My eyes locked on Ethan as my hand drifted down my body and under the seam of her sweatpants. I allowed my fingers to trace the lines of her body, feeling her skin, now so intimately familiar.

“I want you inside of me, Ethan,” I whispered, sinking deeper into the charade.

I opened my eyes and saw Amy staring back at me from the mirror on the wall. I watched her expression change as my fingers entered her.

I was masturbating in my own sister’s body while pretending to be her and talking about her crush. This was all so… wrong. I felt guilty, yet undeniably aroused.

There was no stopping it now.