Unconvinced this was considered a popular trope, I pulled up a separate Google search and shuddered as I typed in the word twincest. When I hit enter, I gaped and stared and gaped some more. Books, articles, and pictures flooded my screen. “This world is full of a bunch of sickos. How is there a whole community of people drooling over this stuff? And how did I not know about it?”

I went back to the job description and read it again. The money was so enticing, I tried to envision going to a studio and getting kinky with my brother for film. I couldn’t erase my ick-face, yet I kept coming back to the money. Twenty-four thousand dollars.

“Just think of it like that old show Fear Factor. What disgusting things would you do for money?”

Would I do my brother? I gagged. Okay, not do, but would I get sexually suggestive with him? Naked?

It wasn’t like Asher and I had never gotten close like that before. We’d slept in the same bed. We’d changed in the same room. Hell, we’d bathed together too. But we were kids then. Little kids. Not adults.

I sighed. “It’s acting, right? Just playing a part while the camera rolls.” I tapped my fingers on my knee as I read the whole thing again. Even if I could get past the whole getting kinky and naked with my brother thing, there was no way in hell I’d be able to talk Asher into it. Not only was it all kinds of weird and gross, but he wasn’t gay, and to be highlighted on the front cover of a gay romance novelist’s books? Yeah, I couldn’t see a positive outcome to this.

“We probably won’t fit this chick’s ideal for her characters anyway.”

Nowhere did it list what physical attributes they were looking for. Apart from the age range, there was no description.

Maybe she was willing to fit the characters to models she found.

Disregarding the serious applicants only part of the application, I pulled up my email and started typing a message to this Jay Lavero guy. I included our height: five eleven, our eye color: hazel, our hair color: chestnut brown, and lastly, I attached a few pictures I found on my phone of Asher and me together. I wrote that neither of us had any experience with modeling or acting, but we were willing to make a go of it if we fit the part. I signed it, Atticus and Asher Charming.

When I hit send, I laughed. There was no way I’d hear from this chick. There was no way that was a real job listing. Twenty-four thousand dollars for kinky twincest pictures? Yeah right. This woman was on crack.