She gently walked in, i stuggled to see who it was, but as walks closer.
"Elena"?
But not all Elena.
One side of her face was my sister's perfect smile and soft eyes, the woman everyone loved; the other side was twisted, familiar, too familiar, like my own reflection warped in a funhouse mirror—half her, half me, smiling the same wicked way.
She stepped in, stark naked, tits high and firm, nipples hard, pink peaks. belly button pierced with that little diamond she got on their honeymoon, pussy shaved smooth except for a thin landing strip, lips already glistening, swollen, and wet. She looked like sex, like power, like everything I wanted to be and everything I hated.
"What is this?" I croaked, voice weak and my body heavy. "Why are you here,
