Siblings

I got there and found her wearing one of my T-shirts and comfy panties, like it was her boyfriend coming home. That night there was no dinner, just the two of us.

My husband watched me in the dark behind the spy glass. He expected to see his brother fall for me. I was going to confess something far worse.

I’d been tossing and turning for two hours. I knew he was sleeping three doors down, and that night, for the first time, I couldn’t pretend.

The half-open door let out a muffled moan and I, frozen in the shadows of the hallway, couldn’t move or stop staring at what I was seeing.

Camila pulled back the sheet without thinking and caught sight of exactly what she shouldn’t have. What came next changed forever the way my sister and I spoke to each other.

I found her in the kitchen in clothes I’d never seen before, and when she brushed my shoulder on her way past, something in me that had no right to exist woke up.

When the system blinked green and the screen sharpened, the last thing I expected was Camila approaching the armchair where my husband read the paper, completely naked.

I went looking for clothes in her drawer and found more than I expected. What happened next changed all three of us forever.