Sister-in-Law, Open the Door

The story is told in third person.

I coveted my sister-in-law.

From the day my brother brought him home to meet the family.

I am the younger of a pair of twins, born only a minute after my brother, and so I became the little brother.

In my twenty-some years of life, I had never minded the title, nor had I ever thought of taking my brother's place, even though we often played at switching identities.

Until my brother brought my sister-in-law home.

My sister-in-law was his arranged-marriage partner: cool, noble, and reserved. Every one of his fingers seemed to exude a rich fragrance, the kind that lingered in your dreams.

My brother liked him very much. So did I.

This time, I was the one who suggested we play our identity-swapping game.

I put on the groom's clothes, tied the groom's tie, sprayed on the groom's cologne, and pinned on the groom's boutonniere. Just as I was about to leave to pick up my sister-in-law, my brother knocked me down with a punch.

My brother refused.

He dug his fingertips into the wound on my face and ground out each word through clenched teeth: That is your sister-in-law.

Of course I knew. So what? It's not like we hadn't messed with each other before.

Why couldn't we do it this time?

No, my brother said. Anything but this.

My brother told me not to show up at his wedding. He didn't want my bruised face to scare my sister-in-law.

Of course, I was very obedient.

I merely turned on the surveillance camera in my brother's room and watched an intense live broadcast.

As I watched, I sowed the seeds of my pleasure all over my sister-in-law's gorgeous face.

My brother removed my camera, pushed my head into the pool, and warned me never to set foot in his house again.

How funny. One day, my twin brother was going to kill his own flesh and blood for my sister-in-law.

I licked the water dripping from my hair and weighed my chances of taking my brother out.

What's so funny? They say we're twins. He wants me dead, and I never wanted him to live either.

My brother was getting old. Even one minute older is still older. The moment I heard he was gone, the smile on my lips nearly split my face.

I put on the suit my sister-in-law had given my brother, wore the watch my sister-in-law had given him, sprayed on the perfume my sister-in-law loved, and brought my blind sister-in-law home from the hospital.

I coveted my sister-in-law until I became my brother.

I inherited my sister-in-law until I became my brother.

Theme: Sister-in-law, open the door. It's your brother-in-law.