Twinning

Part 3

"It's Casey, not Cassie, and not Cassandra." I spoke to Kimberly with more confidence, having been fed up with her shenanigans. The last part was for John, so I turned back so he could see me. He only shrugged, and went into the kitchen to check the contents of the fridge.

"Casey, oh my god, I'm so sorry. You are such a good sister." She turned from James to wrap her arms around me. "I'm sorry I kidnapped you. We are going to be best friends, now though!" She pulled back with a gasp. "Wait until you meet the girls!"

The girls... she must mean the girls that burst into "my" apartment the morning I woke up.

"Oh, I've already met them." James coughed back a laugh at my eye roll.

New York, New York... I couldn't help but wonder what adventures were to come.

Weeks had passed since John and I first moved to New York. I saw James a lot less. When he came by it was usually with Kimberly. She wasn't as bad as I first thought. She took me shopping, and showed me all the sights of New York. John was working a lot less now, too. He left later, but still worked very late. It was better than never seeing him. We got to enjoy breakfast every morning which, I felt like, was strengthening our marriage.

One night, though, a knock woke me up. I knew it had to be someone in the building. The doorman wouldn't let anyone up without a resident's permission. I noticed that John wasn't home yet, but had long been used to his late night. So, I tossed on a robe and made my way to the front door.

"Casey!" James was screaming from the other side. "Don't make me use the key!"

James kept a key to our apartment. He owned the building, so it was no shock that he could gain access whenever he pleased. He was good about not abusing that power, though.

"What?"

I opened the door, and saw a very tore up James. His hair was a mess, like he just woke up. He was shirtless, and his blue jeans weren't even buttoned. I couldn't help but stare.

"Casey!" I looked up suddenly, my face tinting from the embarrassment of being caught in so little clothing.

"Can I come in?"

Without John being home, I knew I shouldn't let James in. Although James and I had not had any physical interactions since the first day we arrived, there was an attraction there that I needed to steer clear of.

"No, I'm sorry. John isn't home. What do you need, James?"

He closed his eyes, and leaned his head against the door frame.

Something had happened, but I wasn't sure what yet. I debated in my head whether I should let him in for just a minute. I could have him in and out of the apartment before John got home. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"Fine, come in for just a minute--but you have to tell me what happened."

He stepped in and leaned back on the door as I closed it. His thumbs fell into the front pockets of his jeans, lowering them even more. He was staring at the ground, so I stole the opportunity to glance at the space revealing a pair of white underwear.

"I fucked Kimberly." He looked up, his eyes filled with regret.

I was confused. He fucked Kimberly? Why does that matter?

"And?"

He ran a hand over his face. He stepped around me to walk into the kitchen, still not bothering to button his jeans.

"Well? James, why does it matter? Is she that bad?" I started following him to the kitchen.

He slammed the fridge door, holding a beer his hand. With the grace of a man who has done it thousands of times, he popped the cap off and chugged the beer--quickly discarding it to the trash bin.