Chapter 10 - 💥🌶️ Shattering Revelation
The next day…
The day starts like a thousand others, but this time, there’s a weight on my shoulders that I can’t shake off. I wake up early, well before my alarm goes off, anxiety already knotting my stomach. Emmy’s message from the night before keeps playing on a loop in my mind. She’s finally going to show me her face, reveal who she really is. That thought kept me awake until the first light of dawn, and now that the moment is approaching, I’m flooded with a strange nervousness.
I rise mechanically, preparing for the day. My movements are slow, almost robotic. I take a shower, get dressed, but everything feels blurry, distant. As if a part of me is already elsewhere, suspended in anticipation of this long-awaited moment.
At breakfast, I’m silent, lost in my thoughts. Emma comes down after me, a light smile on her lips, but I’m too absorbed to really notice. She says something that I don’t fully catch, my mind already focused on what’s going to happen later. I respond automatically, not even realizing what I’m saying.
The day drags on slowly, each hour stretching out, as if time itself takes pleasure in torturing me. In class, I’m unable to concentrate. The words from my professors slide over me without sticking, as if they’re speaking a foreign language. I take notes out of habit, but my mind is elsewhere, centered on one thing: tonight, everything is going to change.
Even during hockey practice, which is usually my escape, I can’t free myself from this tension. I miss passes, fail to make shots, and my teammates quickly notice.
- Jack: “Brice! What’s going on with you?!”
- Me: “Sorry, I’m just distracted today… I’ll be better tomorrow.”
But I’m not even sure what I’m saying. The weight of anticipation continues to grow within me, like a fireball threatening to explode at any moment.
As I get home, I collapse onto the couch, more exhausted from stress than physical effort. I feel like a tightrope walker, balancing on a thin line above an abyss. My phone vibrates, jolting me out of my thoughts. My heart leaps, thinking it’s Emmy, but as I glance at the screen, it’s only Emma.
- Emma (message): “I have to go out for a project to finish at the university with some friends. I won’t be back until late.”
Fate seems to be on my side. I reply quickly, without much thought.
- Me (message): “Got it, see you later.”
I feel almost relieved that she won’t be home. I prefer to be alone for this moment; it gives me the space I need to confront what’s about to happen.
The house is oddly silent now that I’m on my own. Every sound, every creak of the wood, echoes louder than usual, as if the house itself is holding its breath. I try to distract myself by scrolling through videos on my phone, but nothing captures my attention. I keep checking the time, again and again, counting the minutes until the fateful moment.
The minutes drag on slowly, far too slowly. Dusk falls, and darkness gradually creeps into the house. The silence thickens, each creak of the house sounding like a thunderclap. My heart races, faster and faster, as if sensing something is about to happen. I know the moment is approaching, and the tension builds within me like a wave, ready to crash.
Finally, my phone vibrates again. My breath catches, and a crushing weight settles on my chest, each heartbeat thudding louder than the last. It’s a message from Emmy. I open it quickly, my hands trembling slightly.
- Emmy (message): “I’m ready. I’m going to send you a series of photos. Get ready.”
I take a deep breath, trying to calm the frantic beating of my heart. I know this series of photos will change everything, but I have no idea what to expect.
I settle back against the pillows, attempting to steady my racing heart. I know the moment has come, and despite the tension weighing on me, a part of me is filled with an almost palpable excitement. My phone vibrates, and the first photos appear on the screen.
The photo captures the length of her bare legs, taken in front of a mirror. The curve of her thighs, the soft glow of her skin under the light… Every detail seems meticulously crafted to mesmerize. My eyes trace that perfect line, ascending with a feeling of dizziness. Desire seeps into me before I can even resist it. The simplicity of the image amplifies the intensity, and my imagination takes over.
Another photo quickly follows.
This time, she captures her hips, her flat stomach, and graceful curves. She is completely naked, her shapes exposed without the slightest modesty, like a work of art gradually revealing itself. My breath quickens, and my thoughts ignite. Every detail seems designed to awaken a burning desire within me, and despite the tension gnawing at me, I find myself irresistibly drawn in, captivated by this vision.
The fourth photo rises even higher.
She reveals her breasts, firm and full, exposed without the slightest reservation. A wave of warmth floods my body, my mind completely consumed by what she’s showing me.
The excitement rises within me, uncontrollable, my thoughts blurring under the weight of burning desire. My gaze remains fixed on every curve, every shadow that glides across her bare skin, and I feel an intense heat spreading through me. My breath quickens, my body reacts instinctively, a hard and painful erection forming, reminding me just how captivated I am by what I see. Against my will, my hand moves, seeking immediate relief. I find myself touching myself, responding to this unbearable tension that fills my entire being. It’s stronger than me; I’m completely overwhelmed by the need to release this pressure that only grows with each new photo.
Then, the fifth and final photo appears. My breath catches in my throat. Her face fills the screen, half-lit by soft shadows, hair cascading around her shoulders. At first, I don’t understand. My mind refuses to process what I’m seeing. But then it clicks. The nose, the eyes, the lips… I know them too well.
It’s Emma. My heart stops, and in that single, horrifying instant, everything comes crashing down.
It’s my sister’s face looking back at me, her lips stretched into a gentle smile, her eyes filled with a warmth I know all too well. The shock is so brutal that I drop my phone, letting it fall onto the bed.
I freeze, the whole world seems to collapse around me. My heart skips a beat, then starts pounding harder, faster. A wave of confusion, disgust, and mixed desire washes over me. How could I have not seen it earlier?
How could I have been so blind? Emotions collide within me, leaving me in a state of shock and inner chaos. My mind refuses to accept what my eyes have just seen, but it’s too late. The truth is there, cruel and relentless.
A storm of emotions crashes over me. Confusion, disbelief, and something far darker—betrayal, not from her, but from myself. How could I not have known? How could I have let myself fall into this? I feel like I’m drowning in a whirlpool of disgust and shame, pulled down by something I can’t control.
Emma… My little sister.
All this time, it was her. Everything we shared, everything I felt, that desire that consumed me, it was all directed at her, without me knowing. I feel like the worst monster. A wave of disgust washes over me, but also an overwhelming guilt.
She doesn’t know, she doesn’t realize it was me behind those messages. She still believes she’s talking to a stranger, just a regular subscriber. That thought weighs even heavier on me. I can’t keep looking at her this way, imagining her in those situations… but I can’t erase what I feel either. Everything is too complex, too unsettling.
I clench my fists, desperately searching for a solution, but none comes. I’m trapped in this nightmare, and I don’t know how to escape.
I collapse onto my bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, as the silence of the house weighs down on me like a leaden shroud. Nothing will ever be the same. Emma, Emmy… These two people I thought were so distinct are just one and the same reality, and that reality is far too hard to accept.