I Decided I'm Gonna Hook Up With My Sister

Chapter 6

Coming home and finding her there, sitting on the couch, totally spaced out, made my chest tighten. Juliette was curled up, hugging her own knees, her eyes locked on me like she was waiting for me to have all the answers. The dim light in the living room cast shadows on her tired face, and even without saying a word, I knew her head was swirling with worries.

The silence dragged on between us. She was supposed to be live-streaming right then, but from her clothes—a loose pair of shorts and an oversized hoodie—it was obvious she hadn’t even started the broadcast.

“You aren’t doing a live today?” I asked, sitting down next to her.

Juliette looked away, biting the corner of her mouth like she always did when she was trying to hide her anxiety.

“I’m not in the mood for it.” Her voice came out low, almost a whisper. “This thing with Dad… I don’t know, it’s got me all nervous.”

My chest tightened even more. It was rare to see my sister like this. Normally, Juliette shielded herself from problems, facing everything with that carefree attitude of someone who always had a way out. But now, she looked lost.

“He’s gonna be okay,” I tried to reassure her, placing a hand on her leg. “We’ll figure this out.”

She let out a weak laugh, no humor in it, and shook her head.

“How, Justy? We don’t have any money. How are we gonna afford the treatment?”

I swallowed hard. That was the question I’d been dodging since I got the call from Aunt that afternoon. I glanced at the computer on the table, its dark screen reflecting our images.

“We’ll have to make this work.”

Juliette followed my gaze and frowned.

“The site?”

I nodded.

“For now, we still have his credit cards, and Aunt said she can help with about ten grand. But that doesn’t cover everything. The rest…”

She stared at me for a few seconds, her eyes fixed on mine, waiting, maybe, for me to pull some magic solution out of thin air for what we were going through. But there wasn’t an easy fix.

Then she let out a long sigh and let her body fall back onto the couch, sinking into it like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“This is some bullshit…”

I couldn’t argue. It was bullshit. But it was our reality.

Juliette closed her eyes for a moment, her brow furrowed, her mouth slightly pursed. Her fingers drummed against her bare thigh in an impatient, restless rhythm. When she looked at me again, there was something different in her eyes.

“We’re gonna do this together?”

My breath hitched for a second.

“Yeah.”

I don’t know why I answered so fast. Maybe because, deep down, I’d already made that decision before even saying it out loud.

Juliette leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, her gaze locked on me.

“If we both really got into this… Made some killer content… it’d bring in cash. A ton of cash. But you got the guts?”

I swallowed hard. I wanted to say yes. That I was ready. But the truth was…

“I’m not sure yet…” I murmured, hesitant.

My head was still a mess. The exhaustion from the hospital weighed on my body, and the tension from that day felt stuck in my bones. I needed to get out of that conversation, even if just for a few minutes.

“I’m gonna take a shower. Come to the bathroom with me, we’ll talk there.”

Juliette just nodded, but she stayed on the couch, watching as I headed to the bathroom.

My clothes were soaked with the smell of the hospital, that ether scent, sick people, clinging to my skin like a reminder of my whole messed-up life in a hospital bed. I took off piece by piece and tossed them into a separate bag. The last thing we needed right now was to bring any germs into the house.

I sat on the toilet to pee when Juliette came through the door without knocking. We’d gotten used to this forced intimacy—living together in a small apartment left us with not much privacy.

She leaned against the sink, crossing her arms, and glanced at me sideways, biting her lip lightly, like she always did when she knew she was about to say something controversial.

“I talked to Patricia. She gave me a strategy… but you’re not gonna like it one bit.”

I let out a tired sigh, finishing up and wiping before standing.

“My fear is you’ll like it, Jules…”

She laughed low, not denying it. I turned on the shower and stepped under the hot water, feeling the heat ease some of the tension in my muscles. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the water wash away the built-up exhaustion from the hospital.

It’d be so much easier if we had a boyfriend or a husband to help in times like these. But no. It’d always just been us two. Pretty, yeah, but no luck in love. Maybe we asked for too much, or maybe the guys we crossed paths with were just… lacking.

Juliette sat on the edge of the tub, drumming her fingers against the cold tile.

“Look, I’m not some pervert, okay?”

I opened my eyes and raised an eyebrow, already knowing something big was coming.

“What’d she say? Spill it,” I asked, soaping up my arms.

She hesitated for a second before going on.

“She said we could do some things…”

“What things? Come on, Jules.”

She wet her lips, like she was choosing her words carefully.

“Kissing… for example.”

I frowned, thinking it over.

“That’s fine so far. What else?”

“Masturbating together.”

The soap slid down my body as I processed that. Masturbating with my sister in the same space… okay, we’d shared a room our whole lives, caught each other in intimate moments a few times. It wasn’t that crazy.

“I could handle that…” I murmured, thoughtful. “But that’s not all, right?”

Juliette shook her head slowly.

“No…”

“What else?”

She took a deep breath before blurting it out:

“Masturbating each other.”

The hot water didn’t feel so relaxing anymore.

I turned to her, feeling my heart race.

“That’d be fucking, Jules.”

She looked at me seriously.

“People pay to see sisters fucking… and they pay big.”

I ran my wet hand over my face, trying to take it in.

“God… the world’s gone too crazy.” My voice was muffled by the sound of the water. “And you’re cool with this?”

Juliette shrugged, leaning back against the sink.

“Cool, cool, I’m not…” she said, thoughtful. “But if it really brings in money… there’s also the option of fucking other people, filming videos, and selling packs online.”

I ran my wet hands over my face, trying to absorb it all at once.

“So what do we need to do first?”

“We can start with lives, just to build a name and sell packs. Like showing some tits and ass to build hype… Then, when we’ve got a big audience, we level up.”

My stomach twisted. This was moving way too fast.

“I don’t even know if I have the guts to kiss you like that, Jules.”

She let out a short laugh, like she’d expected that.

“I figured. Finish your shower and come to the room.”

And then, without waiting, she left me there alone.

I turned off the shower, my skin prickling from the sudden chill. I grabbed the towel and started drying off, but my mind kept spinning around that conversation.

The idea was simple. I needed to figure out how bad it could really be to do stuff with my own sister.

What if I pretended it was someone else?

But how, when we’re identical?

And worse, I’m not even into girls. I’d never been super sexual, while my sister… my sister was a total slut. Juliette always had this insane freedom with her body, never cared about judgments. It was like the whole world existed just to watch her whims.

I was different. Always had been.

But in the end, none of that mattered. It was starting now.