Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 48
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 48 - While trapped on a family camping trip, Jane has an unusual run-in with a man at the washrooms. Fighting her fears and anxieties, Jane continues to meet with him each night and even befriends his daughter Riley... who looks remarkably like her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Heterosexual Incest Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Small Breasts
“This is some kind of joke, right?” I asked with an awkward laugh. I looked over at Riley to see if she knew anything about this prank on me; her face was blank. She looked like she’d been run over by an eighteen-wheeler. Unless she was the best actress in the world, she knew nothing about this.
When I looked back at Curtis and Carla, they had sorrowful looks on their faces. Tears slowly trickled down Carla’s cheeks and her lips quivered slightly. I felt the old familiar anxiety I used to know so well building in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t like this. I didn’t like any of this.
“We’re sorry to have to tell you it like this, Jane, but it’s true,” Curtis reached out to touch my free hand, but I pulled it away.
“It’s not ... it’s NOT!” I said, growing angry and standing up. “I don’t get why you’re playing this prank on me, but it’s not funny!”
Riley stood up with me, “Guys! This isn’t funny, you’re freaking her out!”
I felt Riley’s hand on my back, rubbing up and down to try to calm me as my heart raced. I wanted to leave, to get in the car and drive home immediately. I had to get out of there, but Riley blocked my path to the door. I did eye my keys on a small table near the front door; I just couldn’t get to them.
“We know this is difficult to hear. We didn’t believe it either at first,” Carla continued. “But we tested your hair. You’re a DNA match with Riley.”
“What the FUCK are you talking about!” Riley yelled angrily, replacing my lost voice with her own.
“Honey, please, watch the language,” replied Curtis.
“FUCK THAT!” Riley spat back. “You freak out my friend and tell me to watch the language? WHAT. THE FUCK. IS GOING ON!”
“Jane’s your twin sister,” Carla said, trying to wipe tears from her eyes. “We tested the lock of hair she gave you, it came back a match.”
“I think I’d know if I had a fuckin’ twin. You probably would have mentioned that!” Riley said angrily. I was still stunned and desperately looking for an exit out of there. I could hear but barely understood what was being said around me, all I could think of was running from this madhouse.
“You’re mother and I ... we never told you...” Curtis tried to say calmly but he was sweating. “You were born with a twin sister. We thought she died.”
Carla jumped in, “We were told she died, but there was a mix up at the hospital. It was another baby girl ... yo-your parents’ daughter...” her voice trailed off.
I swallowed hard. Everything was becoming a jumbled mess in my brain. I couldn’t focus or think. I couldn’t repress the words that came out of my mouth...
“You people are fucking crazy! I know who my own parents are, and they aren’t YOU! I don’t know what insane games you’re playing ... maybe you tested Riley’s hair instead of mine ... I don’t know, but I’m getting the fuck out of HERE!” I said angrily and shoved Riley out of the way, knocking her down onto the couch. I made a break for my keys but was intercepted by Curtis, blocking my path.
“Calm down. I know this isn’t easy to hear, but it’s true,” Curtis said.
“Jane ... Please listen to us,” Carla pleaded. “We didn’t want things to go this way.”
I looked at Curtis, trying to see if I could get at my keys, but knew I’d never be able to out-muscle him. My fight or flight instinct kicked in, and I bolted to the back door, opened it and headed out by the pool. Riley was a few steps behind me, trying to stop me but I was too quick. I flipped the latch to the side gate and took off down the street. With me being a practiced runner and her not, I easily outpaced her and left her far behind. I didn’t know where I was going and didn’t have my purse, keys, or phone with me. I’d left it all at the house. I just ran, tears streaming down my face as I went. I passed rows of different sized houses of all different looks and styles.
I didn’t stop till I couldn’t run any longer. I saw a park a few blocks ahead and walked over to it. My feet and lungs are hurting. I’d run off wearing my normal walk-around shoes, not my specialized running ones. I could feel where the popped blisters were bleeding into my socks. I limped my way into the small empty park, the cold wind blowing the sweat and tears from my face. I sat down on a swing and buried my face in my hands.
“They’re lying. Why are they lying!” I repeated, over and over again. I couldn’t believe anyone could be so cruel to tell someone that they weren’t their parents’ child. After everything I’d been through with my parents, the thought that I wasn’t theirs felt like a knife to my heart. And yet ... as a little mosquito buzzed around my head, I felt a similar buzzing in my brain. What if they are telling the truth?
No matter how many times I swatted at that damned mosquito, it wouldn’t go away. The sound became a deafening roar in my ears. I couldn’t escape it. I couldn’t kill it. It just floated around trying to drive me crazy. That obnoxious high-pitched buzzing sound ... drilling right into my brain, and trying to suck the life out of me.
I don’t know how long I sat there, crying alone, in that park. I barely noticed the skies clouding over as a storm threatened to roll in. I didn’t move though, I couldn’t move. Where was I going to go? I was two hours from home, my parents’ keys and car were with crazy people, same with my wallet and money, and my feet hurt. I heard various cars drive by every now and then. At first, I worried it would be someone trying to get me, then I stopped caring. I didn’t hear the car stop or doors open.
I heard a girl’s voice say, “She’s over here...”. I didn’t look up; I buried my head deeper in my hands as I sat on the swing. Two pairs of feet walked over, I heard the crunch of the grass as they approached, then the sound softened as they reached the sandy area of the playground. There was a jingle of metal chains on the swing next to me, as someone sat down. No one said anything for a good while. A felt a cool drop of rain on the back of my head, but I didn’t move.
“I’m impressed. You ran almost three miles,” Curtis said from somewhere in front of me.
I wiped my sore red eyes. “I’ve been practicing,” I replied somberly. I finally looked up to see Riley sitting on the swing next to me and Curtis was seated on a small climbing structure. Both of them looked very, very worried. “Are you going to force me to go back and stay with you?” I asked weakly, my voice was raspy from crying.
“We’re not going to force you to do anything,” Curtis said softly. “We just ... we handled that terribly. We knew it would be huge and probably upsetting, but things don’t play out the way you think they will in your head. I’m so sorry, Jane.”
I looked over at Riley, who was looking intently at me, her face dour. I asked, “Is this why you wanted me to come down and visit? So I could get this dumped on me?”
“I didn’t-” Riley started to respond, but Curtis interrupted.
“She didn’t know; we didn’t tell her anything. We didn’t want her to tell you till we were certain, so we kept all of it secret. I spent so many nights awake researching and investigating: DNA labs, hospital records, legal options. I kept all of that from Riley. Please don’t be upset with her.”
I shook my head, as a few more drops fell from the sky. “You’re mistaken. You’ve made a mistake somewhere,” I said out loud.
“I believe them,” Riley said. Her words chipped away at the walls I’d built for protection. “Doesn’t it make some weird sense, Jane? How we instantly had this connection, this pull to be together from the moment we met. Tell me you haven’t felt the same? If you say differently, I know you’re lying.”
“That doesn’t mean-” I tried to argue but Riley continued over me.
“ ... It does though; or it could ... I don’t know. It just ... it makes some weird fucked up and twisted sense, when you think about it. We’re twin sisters, Jane. It doesn’t sound so bad to say, does it?”
“It doesn’t sound too bad for you to say. For me, it destroys my whole fucking world, Riley.” I don’t think she fully grasped what this would all mean for me.
I continued, “What exactly am I supposed to tell my parents ... my real parents, when I go home, huh? Oh hey, funny story ... when I was visiting the Sommers, they told me I’m actually their secret second twin daughter and your real daughter fucking died! Do you see how that might be uncomfortable for me?! How that changes every-fucking-thing in my life?”
Riley hung her head low, “I didn’t think about that. I just- I always wanted a sister, and you already felt like a sister to me.”
In spite of everything, I felt bad for taking my frustrations out on Riley. It wasn’t her fault, if Curtis was telling the truth that she didn’t know anything about this. I was just so confused and upset, feeling like I’d been lured onto one of those trashy talk shows I’d see clips of online. The ones with paternity tests, secret families or whatnot. I didn’t know if I believed any of this. It all seemed too far-fetched to be real. I did know I needed to apologize to Riley though.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you, Riley,” I reached out and put my hand on hers. “If I ever did have a sister, you’d be the one I’d choose.”
Riley shook her head but still held onto my hand, “No, you were right. I was only thinking of myself. I didn’t think about what a horrible situation this must be for you. Your parents are really nice people, I couldn’t imagine having to break that news to them.”
“Well, I don’t know how much of all this I believe. Like I said, hairs or whatever could be mixed up, or there’s some other explanation for all this. I don’t much buy it, even if I do like your family,” I said firmly. The rain drops became a steady drizzle.
Curtis nodded, “We know. We didn’t exactly expect you to take our word on it. We were hoping you’d help us with some proper blood tests, and we’ll explain what we’ve found - if you want to go back to the house.”
“I don’t know,” I replied uncomfortably. I didn’t want to become trapped there, if this was some kind of sick trick. While they never gave me any problems the last time, things had certainly become different now.
I watched Curtis stand up and dig through his pockets for something, “I know you don’t trust me right now, but here,” Curtis fished my keys out of his pocket and held them out to me. “I just didn’t want you taking off and driving away upset. You can leave whenever you want to, there’s no pressure to stay. Just ... please hear us out, ok?”
I snatched the keys from his hands, more aggressively than I intended to. Part of me was still angry about being blocked from them earlier. Rationally, what he’d said made sense, but it was tough thinking rationally with everything still flooding my brain. I was an emotional wreck, and physically, I wasn’t much better. Running in improper clothing was, in hindsight, not the best decision. My feet hurt, my thighs chaffed from running in jean shorts, and one quick look down at my white T-shirt showed everyone what my bra looked like. The falling rain turned my shirt translucent.
“ ... If I want to just go home and never come back?” I asked skeptically.
Curtis closed his eyes for a few seconds and exhaled. I don’t think that was something he wanted to hear. “If that’s what you want, we won’t stop you.”
“Jane, please,” Riley pleaded. I put my hand up to stop her.
“No, it doesn’t mean I won’t see you again, Riley,” I clarified. I didn’t think I could cut Riley out of my life at this point, but currently I don’t feel the same way about her parents. I felt manipulated and lied to, even if ... even if what they were saying was true, which I still didn’t believe.
Riley gave me a small smile and nodded, still sitting on her swing. I know what she’d given up for me, and I shouldn’t hold her responsible for the actions of her parents. It was quite clear by her reaction that she honestly didn’t know anything about this little surprise. If I put myself in her shoes and there was a chance that she was my secret sister from my parents, I think I’d feel the same as she did, and not think how it would affect her.
I stood up, “Ok, I’ll go back and hear you out, but if I don’t like what I’m hearing or if I feel trapped in any way, I’m out. Understand?”
Curtis looked at me, while Riley’s eyes drifted between me and her father. The rain was coming down harder, all three of us were soaked, but the tension didn’t abate. I would wait for my answer before going anywhere, rain or no rain. This was a new side of me that Curtis hadn’t seen yet - the more confident and determined Jane, thanks to months of life-changing experiences I’d likely only experienced after meeting him in that camp restroom.
“You might not like what you’re going to hear, Jane. It’ll be the truth though, at least as much as we’ve been able to put together,” he paused. “Are you sure you can handle it?”
“I don’t know,” I replied honestly. “This isn’t exactly the weekend I’d planned for. I will leave though, if I feel I have to,” I reiterated. I wanted to emphasize how unhappy I was with this situation and I wouldn’t back down if pushed.
“You’ve changed,” Curtis said with a little grin. “ ... and I like it. Let’s get in the car and go home before we all catch pneumonia.”
I took a step and grimaced, my feet hurting from the popped blisters. I limped my way toward the car. Each step I took was searing agony. It was a grim reminder to only run in proper footwear, not the floppy shoes I had on when I took off. An arm came around me for support and I turned to find Riley helping me walk to the car. I looked over my shoulder and saw Curtis with a questioning look on his face. It seemed like he wanted to help, but didn’t think it was a good idea. Instead, he ran ahead to open the car door. I carefully climbed onto the backseat, and buckled up. I still didn’t know if this was the right decision or not, but what else was I to do?
“How’d you even find me?” I asked as we made our way back to the house. I was sitting in the back next to Riley, her teeth chattering from the cold rain. As for me, I was surprisingly warm. It was like my body was heating itself with my simmering discomfort.
“Well, we saw which direction you went, so your mo- Carla and I took separate cars to drive around till we found you,” Curtis explained. “We never expected you to go that far though. We were mostly doing loops in the neighborhood till Riley suggested going out further.”
“You’vvvvve gotten betterrrrrrr at runninggggggg,” Riley said shivering. I put my arms around her to share body heat. We’d have to change when we got back, that was for sure. We couldn’t keep wearing these soaking wet clothes.
“I have,” I said, flashing Riley a warm smile. “So, is Carla still driving around looking for me?”
“No, I let her know that we found you. She was really worried. She’s meeting us back at the house,” said Curtis, watching me from the rear view mirror. Did he think I was about to hop out of the car at any second, or was it just the fact my shirt was glued to my body and hiding little to the imagination.
The car was quiet after that, as we drove back to the house. Riley was still shivering in my arms, which did make me feel bad. When we pulled into their driveway, she did try to help me inside, but I told her to go change and warm up. Curtis offered to help, but I chose to limp my way inside, where I immediately kicked my shoes off. My white socks had patches of red on them from where blisters had burst. Carla stood by the entrance, hand over her mouth and tears pouring down her face like the rain.
“Oh my God, what the hell happened?” she said when she saw the state I was in.
“Blisters,” I responded bluntly. “I’m going to change.”
I limped past her and up the stairs to the guest room, my feet a little better now that the offending shoes were off. As I reached the guest room, I caught a small change as I walked through the door. The normally plain wooden door now sported colorful letters J-A-N-E. The guest room was now my room, I guess. I had half a mind to pack up and leave right then, but calmed myself as I stripped out of my wet clothes.
“This is crazy, right?” Riley’s voice came from the shared bathroom. She stood in the doorway wrapped in a towel, drying herself off.
I couldn’t help but chuckle, “You have no idea. At least your parents aren’t getting divorced,” I noted as I pulled off my remaining wet clothing. I stood there naked for only a moment, then Riley tossed me another towel from the bathroom. Wiping myself down with it, I walked over to Riley who was just watching me.
“No matter what happens,” I said calmly to Riley, “nothing changes with us, ok?”
“But if it’s true? If we are actually ... sisters ... twins even ... doesn’t that change things?” she asked, her voice steeped in worry.
I shook my head, “Not to me. I love you no matter what.” I placed my hands on her bare shoulders. She reached out and pulled me to her, my towel slipped from my damp hands and fell to the floor. I stood naked in her embrace, my hands lowered her towel down, too. Now we were both naked.
“Can we still do this if we’re sisters?” Riley asked softly.
I kissed her neck. “Weird of you to draw a line now, Miss Fucks-Her-Dad. You’re still going to find me in your bed tonight,” I whispered while kissing her earlobe.
Riley moaned, then said, “Not if you find me in your bed first.”
We shared a tender kiss, our lips softly pressing together for a moment, but Riley was still cold. I pulled away and reluctantly picked up our towels, handing one back to her.
“I wish we had time now,” Riley said as she wrapped herself back up.
“So do I. I’m not looking forward to what happens next. I’d rather just be here with you.”
“Me too. When we live together -, “ she stopped herself.
I continued for her, “When we live together, we can do this all the time. Clothing optional.” I grinned at her - she smiled back.
“Now that sounds fun! Saves on laundry, too.”
My smile grew wider, “Fun and practical.” Despite everything that had happened so far, I was happy to be with Riley.
We both dressed, with Riley lending me a thin sweater to wear, and headed downstairs. Riley’s parents were sitting in the living room waiting. Curtis had changed as well and his short hair looked nearly dry. As for Riley and me, our long blonde hair would take a while to dry. Neither one of us felt the need to plug in a hairdryer.
Carla stood up uncomfortably when we approached, her fingers fidgeting with her wedding ring. “I’m making some hot cocoa, to warm you girls up,” she said before bolting out of the room toward the kitchen.
I sat down on the couch next to Riley. I looked down at my bare feet to inspect the damage. A couple of major blisters and a few red spots was the total count. I probably won’t be running for a few weeks. I looked up to see Curtis watching me intently.
“She’s very sorry,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Of all the ways we thought we’d tell you, this was our nightmare scenario and it actually happened. I know this will be tough on you, Jane, but remember, we’re people too, ok?”
I nodded, “I know, it’s just ... you kind of sucker-punched me with this.”
“We’ll be open and honest from here on out,” he said.
I looked at him skeptically, “We’ll see.”
Carla interrupted, walking into the room carrying a tray of mugs, setting them down on the coffee table. The tray also held a variety of simple snacks. I picked up a marshmallow square as well as a hot mug of cocoa. Carla sat down next to Curtis, picked up a mug herself, and blew across the steaming top. She looked at me over the rim of her mug, a guilty look on her face.
“Thanks, Mom,” Riley said as she took a bite of a brownie. Riley’s eyes traveled back and forth from her parents over to me. No one was talking, and no one wanted to start. The tension felt suffocating as each agonizing minute passed. I started to contemplate the drive home tonight when the ice finally broke.
It was innocent enough, Riley choked on her hot cocoa, and a little bit came out of her nose. She coughed and sputtered, then began to laugh ... which triggered the rest of us to laugh along with her. A little shared comedy was just what we all needed at that moment, even if it was at Riley’s expense.
“How- how was the drive here?” Carla asked me nervously.
“Fine, once I got out of the city,” I replied, taking a sip of cocoa. It was pretty good; better than Mom’s.
“That’s good,” she said before going quiet for a few beats. “ ... I want to say I’m sorry for blurting it out earlier. We should have waited till after dinner at least. Let you get settled in.”
I thought through my answer first, “I don’t know if there was a good way of broaching something like that,” I replied. “But yeah, that wasn’t on my Bingo card for the weekend. I still don’t even know what to think or do with that information. I’m just ... lost, I guess.”
Curtis put down his mug and looked at his wife, then back to me. “Then let’s get you found. What would you like to know?”
I took a sip, my hand slightly trembled, then placed my mug down on the tray. I put my hand on my leg to give myself something to grip onto as I readied myself for the conversation. I still couldn’t believe I was about to have it, but I couldn’t deny a small part of me was curious how they got to this conclusion.
“I mean ... How? Why? What? Everything! I don’t know. Where do I even start with this?” I said bluntly.
“ ... and why did you never tell me ANY of this before?” Riley added, her brow furrowed. It made her look cute rather than angry. Did I look like that too? Is that why Tucker laughed anytime I got upset?
Carla answered, “I guess I can answer both by starting at the beginning. I knew I was pregnant with twins. The ultrasound was clear on that, although we didn’t want to know the sexes. A few weeks before my due date, we decided to drive into the city to pick up a few extra things for the arrivals. Back then, it wasn’t as easy to get stuff delivered to your door as it is now. Well, we hadn’t been gone more than a few hours when the contractions started.”
Curtis continued, “They were closer together than we were comfortable with, and decided to go to a hospital there, Mercy General. Two weeks early isn’t too bad, we thought, especially for twins. You were born a few hours later, right before midnight on April 13th. We were told you were both healthy, but they were putting you in Neonatal Care as a precautionary measure, especially for twins.”
“An hour later,” Carla continued, her eyes welled up, “ ... a doctor came in to tell us one of our daughters died. We were heartbroken! It didn’t make sense, but what did we know?”
Curtis gently put his hand on Carla. He looked at her and she nodded. He took over. “Turned out, another baby girl had been born just after midnight on April 14th, in a neighboring delivery room. The child was not well, at first, and was also placed in Neonatal Care, but miraculously recovered a short time later.”
I finished the thought for them, “Those were my parents, weren’t they?”
Both adults nodded. I could tell it hurt them to even talk about this, especially knowing what it meant for me and my family - if this was all true. I closed my eyes and let out a long breath, trying to remain calm. It wasn’t easy.
“We don’t believe they knew anything about the switch,” Carla added, when I reopened my eyes. “It seems like it was a nurse or something that accidentally swapped the tags somewhere along the way. We’re still trying to get to the bottom of that. The hospital is not surprisingly stonewalling us and our lawyers.”
“The law firm I found,” Riley muttered under her breath.
“What?” Curtis asked.
“I thought ... I thought you two were getting a divorce,” Riley admitted. “You were both acting so strangely, staying up late. Mom, I heard you yelling at someone on the phone.”
Carla covered her mouth, “Oops, yeah. I’d called the hospital and yelled at one of the administrators after the DNA test came back positive. They refused to give me the files I requested. I kind of lost it on her. We hired a law firm to get them for us.”
Riley put her hand over her face, “Why didn’t you just tell me any of this?” she sounded exasperated. I could understand why. She’d been going through the ringer thinking her family was splitting up, but turns out it was mine that was indirectly in the crosshairs ... sort of.
“We didn’t want to get you worked up,” Curtis exclaimed, which sounded like bullshit to me.
I called it out, my voice raised, “No, you didn’t tell her because you know she would have told me.”
Carla recoiled. My tone may have been too forceful, but I had been told everyone would be honest here. I looked at Riley and she looked ready to grab me if I tried to leave. I patted her leg, letting her know it was ok.
“It- it was some of that,” Carla admitted, “ ... but we really didn’t want her getting ahead of everything before the tests came back.”
Riley shook her head, “OK, sure for this. What I wanted to know, and you still haven’t answered, is why was I never told about having a twin sister in the first place?”
“Ah...” Curtis replied. “It’s always been difficult for us to talk about.”
Carla continued on, “I hope you never have to go through the pain of losing a child, Riley. The hurt ... it never goes away. We never meant to hide it from you, it just sort of happened. Maybe in a few years, you tell yourself. Then that comes and you kick it down the road again for some other reason. As the years go on, it gets harder, not easier, to break the news, since you’ve already waited so long.”
Curtis took over as Carla struggled to talk, her eyes welling up again. “We tried years later to have another child. It took a while to get over what had happened, but we couldn’t conceive. I don’t know, would it have filled the hole from our loss? I still don’t know,” he trailed off.
Carla looked at me with her wet eyes, “Your name was going to be Jamie, by the way.”
“We chose names that could be used for boys or girls,” Curtis added.
“Jamie, ” I repeated softly to myself. I never pictured myself as anything other than Jane. Who does? I knew a few Jamies in school. Most were guys and most of them were jerks. I vaguely remembered a girl named Jamie, I think from St. Augustus, though she wasn’t in any of my classes. The teachers liked to be pretentious and use last names; family lineage meant a lot there, so I could be wrong. Could I be a Jamie? It felt weird.
“Why didn’t you say anything when you first met me at the campground?” I asked, not really thinking it through.
Curtis shrugged, “Doppelgangers exist - people that look eerily similar to someone else. I found one story during my research from up in Canada of two women that looked nearly identical that lived a few hours apart and met by chance. They did DNA tests and they came back negative - no relationship at all. But even then, what could we say? Hey, are you our daughter, who we thought died? How well did that go today? And that’s with you knowing us.”
“Fair point,” I admitted. They would have come off as crazy. I know we were dancing around the fact of how Curtis and I actually met, so I wasn’t going to push too much there. But realistically, he was right. I would have bolted the second anything like that came up. I knew my parents, I saw my baby photos. As far as I knew then, and even mostly now, I was their child. If some random person said otherwise, I wouldn’t have taken it kindly.
“I felt ... something,” Carla said, “ ... that first time I met you at camp. I don’t know, I thought it was just fantasy nonsense and wishful thinking, that my other daughter was just ... out there, you know? Waiting to be found. Then suddenly, there you were, a mirror image of Riley. I pushed my feelings down, pretended it was fine, and ignored my instincts. Same with when you visited. It wasn’t until Riley said your birthday was a day different, that I forced myself to start asking questions. It was too coincidental at that point.”
“Is that why you had me ask her where she was born?” asked Riley.
Carla nodded, “Yeah, just subtle little things to see if any of it was remotely possible. After that, I borrowed a few strands of hair I know you kept somewhere in your room. Sorry for snooping, by the way.”
Riley looked at me, “Well that explains that.”
It was now past 7:00pm. “Is anyone else hungry?” Curtis asked. We’d all been so wrapped up with everything, we hadn’t noticed the time. We did demolish all the snacks that had been put out though.
Carla looked at the nodding heads, “It’s too late to start anything and quite frankly, I don’t have the mental energy now. Let’s just order pizza or something.”