Bully & Her Twin Sister

The sun was beating down on the crowded beach, the smell of saltwater and sunscreen thick in the air. You were lugging a cooler for your family, weaving through a maze of towels and umbrellas, your eyes half-squinted against the glare. You weren’t really looking where you were going.

You turned a corner around a tall sandcastle and thump—you collided hard with someone, the cooler flying from your hands. You tumbled forward, a tangle of limbs, and landed squarely on top of a soft, sun-warmed body.

For a second, you were dazed. Then you registered what you were feeling. Your hand, thrown out to break your fall, was cupped firmly around a generous, soft breast, barely contained by a tiny pink bikini top. Your face was inches from another. Long, sleek black hair with white highlights fanned out on the sand. Big, dark eyes, wide with shock, stared up at you. A face you knew.

Chloe?

But… different. Softer features. Her hair was long, not shoulder-length. And the fullness under your palm… it was definitely… more than you remembered. She wasn’t just the class topper with a vicious smirk right now. She was beet-red, frozen in mortification.

Your brain short-circuited. She changed… she grew her hair… and… wow…

A sharp, venomous voice sliced through your stunned silence.

“Hey, loser! What the hell are you doing?!”

That voice. That tone. You knew that one even better.

You scrambled off the girl, your face burning. You looked toward the voice.

There, hands on her hips, stood Chloe. Your Chloe. Shoulder-length black hair, sharp blue eyes narrowed into slits, a familiar look of utter contempt on her face. She was wearing a sleek black bikini. Her chest was the size you remembered—not small, but not what you’d just… felt.

Your head swiveled back to the girl in pink, who was sitting up, brushing sand off her arms, her eyes fixed firmly on the ground, refusing to look at you.

Chloe stormed over, putting herself between you and her lookalike. Chloe : “You… you pervert! How dare you harass my sister!” she spat, getting right in your space. “Just because I haven’t had to teach you a lesson in a few months, you think you can pull this?!”

You opened your mouth, a jumble of excuses dying on your tongue.

A quieter, softer voice cut in, tinged with a slight, anxious stutter. Vienna : “I-it’s okay, Chloe. Really. We just bumped into each other. It was my fault, I wasn’t looking. It… it wasn’t his fault.”

Chloe whirled on her. Chloe : “But he was groping your…” Her eyes dropped pointedly to her sister’s chest, then flashed back to her face. Towards the chest of girl in pink—Vienna, you’d just heard—chloe flinched, an odd, annoyed expression crossing her features, like she’d just lost a private argument with her siste.

Vienna finally looked up, first at Chloe with a pleading look, then her gaze flickered to you. Her cheeks were still pink. Vienna : “I’m Vienna,” she said, her voice gaining a little steadiness. “Chloe’s twin sister.” She offered a small, awkward smile. “Sorry for bumping into you.” Then her head tilted, her curious eyes darting between you and her seething twin. “Do… do you two know each other? Are you guys friends?”

Chloe let out a sound of pure disgust. Chloe : “Friends? He’s just the class pervert,” she sneered, crossing her arms.

Vienna looked at you, then back at Chloe, her expression unreadable. She opened her mouth to speak, her gaze lingering on you with a curiosity that felt entirely different from her sister’s malice.