What could a few more hurt?

You lean back, your hands brushing your three cans aside. You had polished them off and had a few sips of the harder **** that Alex brought outside already, and were feeling pretty good.

"So, how you feeling now?" Alex asked. He was grinning stupidly, as he tended to do when he drank.

"Better." you say. "Still weird as shit, but better."

You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of the sun on your face, your feet still dipped in the water. After a moment of silence, Alex speaks again.

"You know, you look a lot like Gwen. A little hotter, maybe."

"Seriously, dude?" you ask, cracking an eye open. "Not what I want to hear."

"Just saying." he replied, one hand going up as he lifted a bottle to his lips and took another sip. When he lowered it, he let out a slow breath.

"It makes sense, right? That I look like Gwen? I mean, we're related."

Alex nodded. "Guess so." he says, shifting a bit.

You feel your lips split into a grin. You realize what must be happening. "Aww, are you getting uncomfortable, Alex?" you ask. "Your little crush on Gwen getting to you?"

"No." Alex says quickly, then taking another sip. "Just making an observation."

You laugh, though it sounds more like a giggle to you. Alex had always been crushing on Gwen. She never really paid him any attention, though, since she was a couple of years older than you both.

You leaned forward and looked into the water. It's serene surface was just still enough for you to see yourself. You had to admit, you did look a lot like Gwen. Not an exact duplicate, but definitely like a sister. Which, again, made sense.

You leaned back again and turned your gaze toward Alex. You could see him looking at you out of the corner of his eye. Staring at your body. That was annoying, but you got it.

And, even more, you had an idea. You could use this to fuck with him, if you wanted to. Play around a bit. **** would be playing a role, of course. The question is, are you **** enough to actually go through with it?