She Looks Just Like Me!

Whitney lies on her bed, laptop open, fingers working under her waistband. She bites her lip, eyes fixed on the explicit scene. Then a knock. Shit. She stops the video, shuts the laptop. “Who is it?” “It’s me, sis. Can I come in?” Whitney calls, “Yeah.” Aidra Fox bursts in and hops onto the bed. She needs to know Whitney’s outfit for the anniversary dinner. Whitney forgot. Two hours. Formal meal their parents won’t stop talking about. The moment whirls; Whitney decides to shower and regroup after. Aidra waits. Boredom pushes her finger across the touchpad. Porn blooms on screen. She leans in. That girl—the actress—looks like her. When Whitney emerges, damp towel clutched, her face flares red. Aidra smiles. “Nothing to hide. I didn’t know you liked girls.” Whitney mumbles she’s still sorting it out. Eighteen and clueless. Aidra shrugs: no rush, just be honest. Whitney’s eyes soften—her stepsister always says the right thing. Aidra’s tone shifts. “That actress… you chose her because she reminds you of me?” Whitney stalls, then nods. “You have a crush on me?” Another small nod. Aidra leans close, breath warm. “I feel it too.” Their mouths meet. Aidra tugs the towel away. Her eyes drop, tongue slipping over her lip as she takes in Whitney’s tight nipples, already stiff. The laptop stays dark; the real thing is here.