Something Serena can't put a finger on

Serena took a step back. The white void stretched endlessly in every direction. No walls. No ceiling. Just endless white. But the other woman had made a seat appear out of nothing. How? She tried to focus, to remember more. She’d received a Skype call? She tried to remember the voice on the other end. The way her body had started moving on its own. The headaches. The missing hours. It all felt connected now, like pieces that refused to fit until this moment.

“What did Vince do?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

The naked Serena’s smile widened. “Master Vince. The one who owns us. The one who made me. You’re just the shell he uses when he doesn’t need the real thing. The boring university girl who studies English literature and worries about her little brother. I’m the one who gets to feel useful. Who gets to serve. Who gets to cum for him whenever he wants.”

Serena felt a wave of nausea. The words hit too close. She remembered flashes, a deep voice giving commands, her body responding without her permission, pleasure mixing with confusion. She shook her head hard. “No. I don’t belong to anyone. I’m Serena Vale. I have a life. I have Mason. This isn’t real.”

The other Serena stood up from the seat, which melted back into the white floor. She walked closer, her massive breasts swaying with each step. Serena couldn’t help but look. It was like staring at herself in a mirror that showed a version of her that had given up all shame. The other woman stopped right in front of her, close enough that Serena could feel the heat from her body.

“You still don’t get it, do you?” the naked Serena said, reaching out and poking Serena’s chest with one finger. “You were created to hide me. To let you live a normal life when the Master doesn’t need his personal toy. The headaches? The missing time? That’s me taking over. That’s me serving. You’re just the leftover bits they stuffed in to keep the cover going.”

Serena slapped the hand away. “Stop touching me. Stop talking like that. I’m real. I remember my life. I remember growing up with Mason. I remember our mom. I remember university. Those are my memories.”

The naked Serena laughed again. “Those are our memories, dummy. But I get to enjoy the good parts. The parts where I’m on my knees. The parts where I’m getting used. You just get the boring bits. The studying. The headaches. The confusion. Poor little cover personality.”

Serena backed away, heart pounding. The white void felt like it was closing in even though it stretched forever. She tried to think of something real. Mason’s face. His voice calling her name.

“Oh you’re worried about that creep huh?” the naked Serena spoke in a disgusted tone. “Your little bro isn’t as innocent as you give him credit for…” she continued as she spread her arms.

As if on cue, a bunch of projections filled the white void. They floated in the air like floating screens, glowing softly against the endless white. Serena looked around shocked. It seemed to show things from her perspective. One of them was her in the shower, seemingly on all fours as Mason appeared to wash her body. She could see the water running down her back, her massive breasts hanging heavy beneath her, dripping. But what caught her eye was the fact that he seemed hard underneath his clothes. The outline of his cock pressed against the wet fabric of his shorts, thick and obvious as he ran the loofah over her thighs and ass.

Another projection showed her looking at him as he reached out to grope her. The lust was very evident on his face. His eyes were dark, focused on her tits, his hands moving under her top without hesitation. She watched herself just standing there, letting it happen, her body leaning into his touch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But what surprised her most was that she could feel all of it. She could feel his eyes on her, hungry. She could feel his hands as he groped her while she obediently did the dishes. The warmth of his palms cupping her breasts, the way his thumbs brushed over her nipples, the press of his hard cock against her ass through their clothes. The sensations flooded her body even though none of it was happening right now. Her nipples tightened. Heat pooled between her legs. What was scary was that a very small part of her liked it and she hated that.

“Of course you like it stupid, it’s plain biology after all is it not.” her naked twin laughed as she mocked her.

Serena hated that she seemed to have no privacy in here. Every thought, every shameful reaction, every tiny flicker of unwanted pleasure was laid bare for this other version of herself to see and twist. She knew what the other her was trying to do. She was trying to turn her against him. Trying to make her hate Mason for the things he had done, for the way he had looked at her, touched her, used the situation. But Serena knew that whoever this imposter was clearly didn’t have her best interests at heart. If she wanted her to hate Mason then she needed to do whatever she could to hold onto her love for her brother. He was a young man. If he’d made mistakes young men make, she would correct him. She wouldn’t hate him for it. She wouldn’t let this thing poison the one real connection she still had left.