Page 2 of sWitch

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you…but I like it.” Her almost always high and peppy voice dropped into something sultry that made my skin tingle.

“Good. Now, do what I say, princess. Slip two fingers into your panties and tell me how that feels.”

“Yes, sir.” My pronouns were anything. Usually she, her, or they and them—and I would happily accept a sir from her. Maybe even a daddy. Ah fuck,daddy? Yes—even if it was only because she thought I was my brother. Fuck, this was wrong. But was I going to stop? Hell no.

I moved my brother’s stupid character to kneel and kiss her. The pixel-girl’s chest heaved, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me. Then, Fauna’s breathing hitched through my headphones. “I’m so wet for you.”

“Wet for you,sir,” I corrected roughly, surprising myself. Yeah, I was sir to her. Not her boyfriend, not my twin—sir.

“Yes, sir… God, that’s hot.”

The characters took over, the male avatar sinking into her pink haired, naked OC. The air in the game room thickened, and the neon lights, which were set to slow fade, glowed red. “Now, pump your fingers inside yourself, princess.”

“Okay,” she breathed. “I mean—yes, sir.”

“Good girl. That’s my princess. Now, while your fingers are inside, brush your thumb against your clit. Let me hear you. Don’t be shy.”

“God,” she moaned. “Yes, that feels so good. I’ve never done it like this before,” she whimpered.

“I wish I could taste that wet pussy right now,” I groaned, all but biting my knuckles as I watched the screen and listened to her sweet voice as she touched herself for me.

The thing was, this wasn’t only wrong because she was my brother’s girl, but because sex with someone Ilikedwas dangerous. My emotions were always tucked carefully away.Get in, get off, get out. Feelings, emotions…they mademedangerous. I could feel it then, as her breathing picked up and I encouraged her gruffly: possessiveness was creeping in. She was starting to feel like mine and only mine. What was I going to do? Let her go back to my idiot twin like this never happened?

As Fauna whimpered the most delectable little orgasm into her mic and my brother’s OC came inside of her’s, I made up my mind.

She was mine.

I was going to steal my brother’s girl.

LEVEL 2

PLAYER ONE: REMY

Death metal screamedthrough my earbuds as I inspected my twin the next few days. Each day that passed, he blended his chalky protein shake at five in the morning and went for a run before his first class. Occasionally, I’d see him texting, and my blood would boil, wondering if he was texting Fauna. Night would come, and he would game until ten. We’d pass each other by, nod, trade off, and I would game until the early hours of the morning.

He never mentioned anything.

I should have felt guilt, something, anything, but instead, I only felt accomplishment—and a heavy desire for more of her. Her name was on the tip of my tongue. I wanted to ask him about her, get him to say something—anything about his new girlfriend. But if I did, he’d suspect something was up. We never talked like that. Even growing up, our parents would be batshit screaming and fighting in the next room. Trev and I wouldn’t so much as flinch as I’d pass him a controller, and we’d slip on our headphones to disappear into fantasy worlds or shooter games,even thievery and racing sometimes. In the dark of our shared room, no words were needed, really.

That same pattern continued when we moved out into an apartment together. Trevor went to college on a soccer scholarship, and I became Swiss cheese at my tattoo and piercing apprenticeship. Two siblings: one a star athlete and aspiring physical therapist, the other aspiring to ink every inch of their body before eventually blacking the designs out like some sadist chasing the pain.

You can take a wild guess at which twin our parents were the most proud of.

My phone buzzed as I cleaned the shop after my shift, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I was jumpy, on edge. Chewing on my lip ring, I pulled up a text from Mary Jane. Oh, Mary Jane. The woman I instantly forgot about if I wasn’t with her, asking me over for a drink. I might have chuckled if my mind wasn’t fixated on some little princess with a breathy moan… Mary Jane was older than me by a good ten years. A little old fashioned—I mean, just text and ask if I’m good to hookup. No need to disguise the request with liquor. Outdated methods aside, she was decent company, adequate sex, and I guessed she’d double as a distraction tonight.

Maybe that’s all I needed—to get laid. Maybe that would shift my thoughts to someone, something, anything other than my brother’s girlfriend.

It was raining on my ride home, my skateboard’s wheels slick on the sidewalk, a slippery reminder I needed to sand them for better traction. But I was a good skater, and the ride was quick. A girl stood outside the concrete building, holding a purse over her head as the rain beat down, soaking her miniskirt and thigh-highsocks. Dear God, thigh-high socks were my weakness. I stopped beside her, and she looked over and up at me, hitting me like a bolt of lightning.

Her fuchsia lips parted, and she squeaked a soft, “Hi.”

I cleared my throat, now suddenly aware I was drenched too, my shoulder length black hair a wet mess, my ripped jeans and Korn t-shirt weighing on me, making me look like some sewer rat, as Fauna herself stared up at me with big green eyes. “You—you must be Remy. We haven’t officially met. I’m Fauna.”

I nodded like an idiot and punched in the door code.Wehaven’tofficiallymet,butI’vealreadycyberfuckedyou.

“Didn’t he give you the door code?”

“We’ve always just come back to his place together. Maybe he forgot we have a date tonight.” She shrugged as we sloshed into the foyer of the apartment building.

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