Chapter 49

I only got a few hours of sleep. Somewhere in the depths of the night, I faded off into a restless slumber. The only thing keeping me calm was Riley’s steady breathing as she rested on my shoulder. Internally, I was wrestling with the knowledge that everything I’d heard since arriving here at the Sommers’ place was true. I was supposed to be Jamie Sommers; the name they’d originally planned for me. My mind raced in the dark with thoughts of what this might mean for me in the future. Luckily, I’d spent most of my teenage years in a perpetual state of anxious thought, so I was at least familiar with the stages of a freak out. In a weird way, this was like greeting an old friend ... one you kind of wished you hadn’t run into somewhere out on the street.

This was big though! The biggest news that I’d ever had in my entire life. One thing I tried to do, that the younger me wouldn’t have done, was make a mental list of what questions I needed to ask Curtis and Carla in the morning. The main one? What does this mean, and where did they want to go from here? I don’t think they wanted to rip me away from my family or anything, I wasn’t a little kid. But what did they want to do about it? My responses would follow, and they would depend on their answers to that question.

If I liked what they said, I suppose I’d have to submit to a DNA test to authenticate what I knew in my heart. I didn’t know where things would go from there. I wasn’t even sure what answers I wanted to hear from them. I just wanted to understand them, and consider the consequences of their path.

If I didn’t like what they said, would I be willing to walk away? Would they even let me just walk out the door and out of their lives forever? Of course, I’d still have Riley. I was never planning on walking away from her. We could live together as planned. I just wouldn’t be around if her family visited or if she came back here for a weekend or whatever. I would cut myself out of their lives completely, if things returned to what it was like when I first arrived.

The other big question on my mind, one that no one else could answer for me, was what to tell Mom and Dad. Should I drop that bomb on them? That the daughter they loved for her entire life was never their own; or, was it best to let them live the untainted lie? Of late, honesty has been the best policy for me. Any time I actually admitted and came clean about something, like talking to Mom, it was usually ok. But this ... this is much harder. This wasn’t simply me making dumb mistakes or doing something silly or sexy. It would be a seismic shift for everyone. Mulling over that very question was the last thing I did when my eyes finally grew too heavy and closed.

I woke up in Riley’s bed. The thin delusion that it had all been a horrible dream faded out of my grasp. Riley lay beside me, face partially buried in a pillow, mouth open. She looked cute sleeping like that. I wasn’t sure what time it was or how much I actually slept. I felt very tired though and wanted to just hide in bed with Riley all day. I’m sure we could find a few fun things to keep us occupied. The reality was, though, that I couldn’t hide from this day, no matter how much I wanted to.

I rolled out of bed, trying to be careful not to wake her. Tiptoeing to the bathroom, I quietly shut the door so I could pee in peace. I walked through the bathroom first, to get my phone, then returned to use the toilet. Checking the time, it was 8:32 in the morning. I must have slept for only two or three hours. I checked a few texts while I did my business. One was from Riley; the pictures I’d sent myself from her phone. The other was from Mom, sent late last night, asking if I was having fun.

I first sent Brian the pics of Riley and me. I added the message:

J – A deals a deal. Enjoy 😉

I stared at Mom’s text a while longer, before finally replying. I didn’t know what to say to her. Whether I should tell them what I learned or not. I also knew it wasn’t a ‘text message’ conversation, so I’d wait to tell them in person when I got home.

J – Hi, Mom, having fun. Riley would say hi if she wasn’t passed out in bed. Might have kept her up too late.

It didn’t take long for Mom to reply. I figured she was probably awake with her phone close by.

M – Glad you’re having fun. Make sure you get some sleep before driving home. Give them all my best. Love you.

J – Love you too, Mom.

I sat on the toilet, with my phone in my hand, and the screen going dark. Even that small exchange felt weird to me. This was going to be so difficult no matter what I chose to do. Maybe it would have been easier when we were all fighting, but now Dad and I were back to normal, and Mom and I were ... closer. Now it would be impossible. I felt a few tears run down my face. I wasn’t crying, but I wasn’t not crying either. I heard a faint knocking on the bathroom door.

“Jane ... are you ok in there?” Riley’s voice was soft and caring.

I put my phone down on the sink. I wiped my tears away with one hand, and myself with toilet paper in the other. I cleared my throat first before responding.

“Yeah, just peeing. Be out in a second.” I tossed the tissue into the bowl below me and flushed. The bathroom door opened before I stood up.

“Are you ok?” Riley asked, her face filled with concern.

I put on a smile, “Of course. I didn’t want to wake you up, silly.”

Riley looked at me; she knew I was lying. Her arms wrapped around me in a warm naked hug. I brought my arms up and hugged her, too. It was reassuring, and made me feel just a little bit better.

“Are you actually ok?” Riley asked again, with our bodies pressed together.

I hesitated for just a second, then answered, “I texted my Mom; she says hi.”

“Well that’s nice. Why are you so sad then?”

I looked at her. It didn’t seem like she understood again. “It was hard, not telling her. It made everything more real, this whole thing...”

I could see the second it clicked for her. Her eyelids dropped and she looked away from me. Her shoulders slumping, she didn’t hold on as tight, and her hands dropped down to my lower back.

“I’m sorry...” she said remorsefully. “ ... I didn’t mean to-”

“I know,” I interjected. “I’m not upset with you. This is so difficult for me.”

I lightly sobbed, though no tears came out. I knew I was lucky to have someone like Riley for support, even if she could be a little forgetful of my side of things. I couldn’t be too mad at her. If our places were reversed, I’d be as happy as she was to gain a sister. With them not here, it would be easy to forget about the pain the other’s parents would feel.

“Let’s take a shower,” I said, trying to put on a brave face.

Riley gave me a gentle smile, “Sure, you hop in first. I have to use the facilities.”

Turning on the taps, I waited for the water to warm up before stepping behind the curtain. A minute or so later, Riley slipped in and wrapped her arms around me once more. She pulled me in for a wet kiss under the falling water. I had to admit, it felt really nice. I could feel the stress inside me wash down the drain, at least for a little while.

“Mmmm ... I needed that,” I cooed, when our lips separated.

Riley grinned, “I aim to please. I would do anything for you. You know that, right?”

I smiled back and gave her a playful shove, “I know, although you may regret that one day.”

Giggling, Riley asked, “What are you going to make me do?”

“Nothing ... yet,” I smirked. “ ... but I’m sure I can come up with more than a few things.”

“As long as it doesn’t involve that Tucker guy or my ass,” replied Riley.

“Awww! So much for anything!”

Riley pulled me back into her embrace, her hands resting on my butt. She gave me a quick peck.

“If I had to ... like life and death stuff ... I’d give him my ass,” Riley said seriously.

“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it,” I replied. “Maybe I’ll give your Dad my ass tonight.”

Riley laughed, “Bet our Dad would love that again...”

She froze as soon as she said it. I could see the look of worry on her face. I knew she hadn’t intended to bring up the elephant in the room, but it stomped in anyway. For a second, I thought she was going to cry, so I hugged her.

“Yes ... our Dad,” I repeated softly, stroking her wet hair.

She pulled her head away from me and stared straight at me, studying my face. I didn’t flinch and barely blinked, as water cascaded over my head. I don’t know what she was thinking, but her body language was stiff and uncomfortable.

“Are you ... do you believe them now?” Riley finally asked, after a few strained moments.

I nodded. “I don’t know why or how, but I felt it last night when you fell asleep on me. You are my twin sister, Riley. Maybe that’s why we’ve been drawn to each other so strongly since we met. How else could you explain it?”

I felt Riley’s hands find mine and gripped them tightly. She looked at me with a combination of happiness and bewilderment. I had fear and anxiety thrown into the mix, but saying it out loud was the first step on this new journey. At least I wouldn’t have to walk it alone. I knew I had my sister with me.

“I thought it was just ... attraction or friendship at first,” Riley said, “ ... but things felt so right being with you. I’d never felt this close to someone before. Until yesterday, I thought you being my sister was just a dream ... but it’s REALLLLL!”

Riley spun in the tub, slipped and nearly fell over. I grabbed her before she toppled through the shower curtain. Her hands were slippery, so the best I could do was guide her down to the bottom of the tub floor, where she pulled me down on top of her. In an instant, her legs wrapped around me and our mouths mashed together. It was raw and passionate, and not at all sisterly ... but it felt right.

“Now I’ll do anything you want,” Riley groaned, as I slipped two fingers inside of her.

“Careful, or I’ll hold you to that,” I replied playfully, fucking her with my fingers.

“I want it to be like this all the time,” Riley groaned.

I kissed her, “It will be. I promise.”

“Mmmm ... Good.”

The water rained down on us as we fooled around in the shower. I worked my fingers faster, her hips humping up and down on them. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but sometimes you just have to go with what you’ve got. I moved my lips down to Riley’s chest and sought out her breasts, she groaned loudly as I sucked on them.

“You’re gonna make me cum already,” Riley cried.

“Then do it,” I said with a naughty grin. “Cum on my fingers like a good sister.”

Riley grunted and her body tensed up. I felt her pussy rippling on my fingers and wondered what that must feel like for a guy’s cock. Riley let out a small gasp, her body quivered. Her hair splayed out in the pool of water that collected around it. She recovered quickly, and smiled at me.

“That was so good. Best way to start the day,” Riley said cheerfully, her smile bright and beaming.

I stood up and stuck out my hand to help her to her feet. She took it and scrambled up. Within seconds though, she pressed me against the shower wall, her hand travelling southbound down my body.

“You know I’m not going to get you back,” Riley teased, slipping a couple of fingers through my slit and rubbing my clit.

“You don’t have to,” I said mid groan.

“Have to? No. Want to? Yes,” Riley whispered in a sultry tone. “And one day, I want you to teach me how to make you squirt.”

“It’ll make a mess,” I replied, lifting one leg up onto the edge of the tub so Riley could have better access.

Riley smiled, “When we’re living together, it won’t really matter, will it?”

“No, I suppose not. We’ll end up with a shit ton of dirty sheets, though.”

Riley shoved her fingers inside me while rubbing her thumb on my clit in small circles. I moaned raspingly, she knew how I liked to be touched. I felt Riley’s mouth nibble on my neck, leaving little kisses with her teeth. That was new and delectable. A little haphazardly, I felt a finger press against the magic spot. I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but I wasn’t about to quibble with the results.

“Oh Riley!” I moaned; my hips rocking with her hand. “Fuck me! Hard”

“I want to, and we will! Often!” Riley cheered.

My right hand snapped down to hers, grabbing her by the wrist. She froze for a second but understood when I pushed her fingers deeper inside of me. I wanted it harder, rougher. I was almost there, and needed to get over the hump. I felt a third finger slip inside me, stretching me out just a bit more. A couple of seconds of that was all it took.

“Ah AHHH ahhhh!” I cried out, in a half groan and half squeak. I brought my foot back down to the floor of the tub when Riley pulled her fingers from me. She looked at me and grinned before cleaning her fingers with her mouth. We really were two peas in a pod.

“Do you think we should actually shower now?” asked a smiling Riley.

I giggled, “I’d rather just mess around some more ... but if you insist.”

I washed Riley and she washed me back. It was a little less about cleaning and a little more about teasing. I was letting myself get lost in it for a while, knowing what awaited us when we finally emerged from the bedrooms. I figured it would be another hard day, hearing a bunch of stuff I didn’t really want to hear, but it needed to be said.

Since my realization last night, there was a bit more acceptance on my part about all of this. It didn’t mean I liked it; quite the contrary, it all terrified me. The only bright spot was Riley. She was like a puzzle piece I’d been missing all my life; the thing that finally made me whole. As we got out and dried ourselves, I couldn’t help but smile as I watched her towel off.

“Good morning, girls. You’re both up early,” Carla greeted us warmly when we got downstairs. She was sitting in the living room in an armchair, a book in hand. She set it down as we approached and stood up, walking towards us.

“Morning, Mom,” Riley said happily, if not a little tired. “Jane woke up, so I got up, too.”

“Oh, didn’t sleep well?” Carla asked.

I shook my head, “Not really.”

Carla gave a small, almost pained smile. “I guess that makes sense. I’ll bet yesterday was a lot for you. I didn’t sleep that well either, to be honest.”

While things needed to be said, based on my own concerns and wishes, I knew yesterday must have been hard on them, too. I wanted to strike a cordial tone, offer an olive branch from yesterday’s unpleasantness. I already felt it in my heart that I was their child. That didn’t make them my parents. That much, I’d decided.