Chapter 1

I’m gonna tell you a piece of our story. It could be a pretty one, but it ain’t. We say we’re proud of a lot of things we’ve done, but the truth is, deep down, it was just a fuck-you to society. They shove rules down our throats without caring about our problems, without asking what led us down this path.

It wasn’t for the thrill, and not even that much out of need. It was because it was easier. And I’m not a hypocrite to deny it. I know that a lot of times, I just went along with my sister. But I own up to my part in it.

Our mom died giving birth to us. What should’ve been a day of joy turned into tragedy. One wrong decision, a choice that wasn’t hers to make, and her life was taken from us before we even got to know her. My dad, devastated, just couldn’t raise us. He handed us off to our aunt, who, in the prime of her own life, wasn’t ready to take on two newborns. Our grandma tried to step in, but she couldn’t handle it either.

We grew up getting passed around from hand to hand, separated for a while—I went to live with my dad, and my sister, Juliette, with another aunt. The split seemed practical, but it just dragged us down deeper. We fell into this endless sadness, a quiet depression that nobody bothered to understand. Between all the comings and goings, we ended up together again. We live in our own apartment now. We can say we’re doing okay, at least on the surface.

We’re identical twins. I’m Justine, my sister’s Juliette. Awful names, shitty choice by our parents. In the end, we got used to it—I’m Justy, she’s Jules. Even though we’re physically the same and, even at eighteen, we still like wearing matching clothes sometimes, our personalities couldn’t be more different.

I’m the good girl. The one who tries to follow the rules. The one who believes in right and wrong, who tries to do things the right way. Juliette? She’s a little devil. Does whatever she wants, however she wants, no fear, no guilt.

Our story starts right after we turned eighteen. I was working as a receptionist at a dental clinic. My sister? She lived off shady internet schemes. Bets, online sales, questionable courses—anything that made money without having to follow rules. She’d stay up all night in front of the computer, while I stuck to my straight-laced routine, heading out early for work. At the end of the month, our money covered a spacious one-bedroom apartment, with some left over for a few luxuries. My dad still helped us out financially.

That’s how we lived. Me, trying to hold on to the morals they taught me. Her, embracing the pleasure without looking back.

I remember it well, and it was in the early hours of a weekday morning. Jules hadn’t come to bed yet, and that was normal. I got up scratching my ass and headed to the kitchen for some water and to pee. I passed through the hallway and in the living room, what I saw was hard to believe: my sister with the light on, squeezing her tits all sensual, putting on a show for a camera. It looked like she was doing some virtual sex thing. She looked at me and got startled; when she saw me, her eyes widened in panic, but I didn’t want to mess up her gig. I went to the kitchen, drank my glass of water, and headed back to the bedroom. She didn’t seem bothered when I passed by again. I stopped and watched her for a few seconds, making faces and mouths for someone on the other side of the screen.

Later, when the sun had come up, Juliette walked past me with her phone in hand, like I hadn’t caught her red-handed the night before, her face showing a mix of surprise and excitement. Her fingers were flying across the screen, like she was trying to soak it all in.

“Fuck, girl, look at this…”

I looked up from the book I was reading, already figuring it was another one of her wild ideas.

“What is it, sis?”

She turned the phone toward me, showing the screen with numbers that, to me, were just digits, but to her, meant a whole lot more.

“What are you selling now? Looks like you did good. How much?”

Her smile widened even more.

“Three hundred and eighty bucks!”

I nodded, crossing my arms. As much as I didn’t agree with how she made money, I couldn’t deny she had a crazy talent for it.

“You killed it, huh? Congrats, sis. Save a little for your retirement, don’t forget.”

She rolled her eyes impatiently, flopping onto the couch.

“What retirement, fuck. You gotta be a buzzkill about everything.”

I sighed, used to her comebacks. But it was my role, somehow, to try to be the voice of reason.

Juliette buried her face back in the phone, sliding her fingers fast across the screen. That’s when I remembered something that had bugged me earlier.

“Who was that guy you were showing your tits to? Should I worry about walking down the street and getting mistaken for you?”

Juliette let out a little laugh, but kept her eyes glued to the screen, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

It was a real problem. I could pass for her without trying, and unfortunately, some people thought they’d seen me before… sometimes in situations I’d rather forget.

“There’s no guy,” she answered grumpily, without looking up from the phone.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Girl, I saw you rubbing your tits for the camera last night. You gonna tell me I’m crazy?”

She finally looked up and gave me a smirky grin.

“You saw and kept watching, perv.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I just thought it was funny.”

“It’s nothing. Just a thing I’m doing.”

“Jules, I can’t believe this. You charged someone money to show your tits? You crazy, girl?”

She shrugged, without a shred of guilt.

“Pretty much,” she laughed, tossing the phone on the couch and stretching like it was no big deal.

I crossed my arms, feeling my stomach twist.

“You know this could go south, right?”

She rolled her eyes, impatient.

“Oh, Justy, don’t start with that morality talk. I made three hundred and eighty bucks in ten minutes. Who else pulls that off? Bill Gates.”

“I think he makes way more than that… But seriously, girl, if you wanna wreck your life with leaked pics online, don’t forget I’m your twin sister and we’re the spitting image of each other, okay?”

Juliette bit her lip, like she was deciding whether to spill or not.

“So… if I tell you, you’re gonna kill me.”

My stomach dropped.

“Oh my God, Juliette! Oh God, just tell me already…”

She let out a little laugh, clearly enjoying my freak-out.

“You know that girl who hung out with us the other day? The one at the bar?”

I blinked, trying to remember.

“Yeah… the one who’s a hooker?”

“Yeah, her. And she’s not a hooker, she’s a camgirl.”

“Same thing.”

Juliette rolled her eyes, brushing off my response. Then she paused dramatically, holding the suspense before dropping the bomb.

“So… she has an OnlyFans and stuff, and she hosted me on the site where she does the private camera thing.”

I frowned, confused.

“What? Explain that. What’s hosting? I only got OnlyFans and I already don’t like it.”

She sighed, like she was explaining something obvious.

“It’s a site where people pay to watch girls on camera. Like, live. I was online for two hours.”

My mouth went dry.

“Wait… you were showing yourself naked on camera to strangers for money?!”

Juliette shrugged, without a hint of shame.

“Basically.”

My heart raced, and my mind was already picturing the disaster.

“Oh God… my dad’s gonna kill you.”

“Justy, you dumb? Can you read numbers? Look here.”

Juliette turned the phone toward me, showing the final amount she’d gotten.

My brain froze. Everything went white, my breathing hitched, and a tightness gripped my chest. An anxiety attack hit me like a punch to the gut. In my head, I already saw myself getting jumped on the street, getting yelled at by strangers. My dad dragging us by the hair back to the hell that was his house, screaming about shame, sin, and disappointment. It made me want to cry.

I stared at those numbers, paralyzed, unable to say anything.

Juliette, though, didn’t seem fazed at all.

“And tonight I’m going back,” she said casually. “I wanna do an extra hour on top of the two.”

Oh God.

“I don’t know what to say,” I blurted out, still trying to process it all. “Tell me, what do you do in those lives?”

She shrugged, like she was talking about a regular day at work.

“Last night? Basically nothing. I just talk dirty and show my tits.”

I raised an eyebrow, still in disbelief.

“That’s it?”

“Yeah. You can charge more to show other stuff, but I didn’t.”

I sighed.

“You wanna see?” she asked, grabbing the phone again.

I made a face, uncomfortable.

“I don’t know if I wanna see my sister getting all sexy, no… Thanks!”

She laughed.

“You’ve seen me in way worse situations.”

And it was true.

Our apartment only had one bedroom. If one of us was with someone, the other inevitably ended up walking through. At first, I’d freak out, but eventually I just learned to deal. The funniest part was the guys’ faces when they realized we were identical. The hopeful glint in their eyes was so obvious it made me wanna laugh.

They thought a threesome with the sisters was gonna happen. Poor bastards.

Even worse was when we’d kiss in front of them just to mess with them. A quick peck, nothing major, but enough to mess with their heads. I’d never hook up with my sister, of course.

I sighed, rubbing my hands over my face. I still wasn’t sure if I really wanted to see it, but curiosity was eating away at my sanity.

“Girl, let me see this shit.”

Juliette smiled, satisfied.

“I’ll send you the password. There’s the recording from last night, so you can check it out.”

I took the phone, hesitant, while she typed something and sent me the login. I got up from the couch, feeling a knot in my stomach.

“If it’s too much, I’ll bail,” I muttered to myself, trying to convince myself.