Some things bring families together. My dad was left with me and my brother practically at the hospital, and that led to him being particularly doting.
As for my brother Faye, and I...well we're twins. We spent our lives together, shared our secrets, our hopes, our dreams, our faces. Everything! And really, I'd have it no other way.
Faye was always so cute, so fashionable and stylish. He always wore cute little outfits, shorts, leggings, cut off tops, or sweaters that accentuated his lithe, thin body, the tops usually pink, going for black with his tight bottoms and nails.
I wore grungier clothes, hoodies, torn jeans, plaid shirts, which made me look bigger than I was, when really I was just a bit thicker than Faye, though he loves how I dress, says it makes me 'cozy'.
When we started college, with our new found freedom from school dress codes, we both got undercuts and dyed our usually ink black hair, lavender for him, whereas I went for green. His still looked as fresh as day one, since he always puts the work in to look good, whereas mine, admittedly, has gotten a bit overgrown and the green has faded.
I think most twins end up doing everything together, but we always enjoyed it, always reveled in each other's company. Family vacations, birthdays, new games, talking about new hobbies, any time a new thought entered our heads, we'd share it with the other.
I still remember it, our first kiss, how Faye seemed to float about the house getting ready for bed, and how we went into the room we shared. Dad suggested we get separate rooms but we insisted he keep his office, he worked so hard for us and deserved his personal space, next to ours. I remember how confidently he joined me under my covers, cuddling up close, something I was used to, but the way he smiled and hovered eventually had me ask what he was thinking.
His smile grew, and he pecked me softly, lingering on my lips, as he whispered with a giggle, "About kissing." I smiled, my lips buzzing against his, as I kissed back. Needless to say we thought about kissing all night, though it never went further than making out.
Until two years into college, young men like us, we were both excited for our prospects, for that new adult adventure that was universities, parties, drinking, sex, and I was surprised that someone as sexy as my brother never admitted to any entanglements, and I myself never went farther than maybe a date or make out session, before cutting it off.
I think we both realized pretty quickly that none of the prospects we met at college....matched what we had at home.
We had gotten home to an empty house and decided to flip on something random, cartoons, and lounge after a day of studying. It wasn't long before Faye crawled over to me, with an almost smug grin, as he curled up to me, expecting me to wrap myself around him, which I did, of course. He settled with a happy sigh, head nestled on my chest, over my heart, as my arm gently rubbed his exposed back between his frilly pink crop top and shorts.
Faye's fingers scratched against my jeans, giggling softly. With a smile, I looked down at him, knowing that sound. "Whatchu thinking about?"
He looked up, with a wickedly look, kissing me tenderly, resting his hand on my chest. "Just about how studly you feel."
I chuckle against his lips, leaning my forehead against his, looking deep into the gorgeous dark eyes that almost literally mirrored my own in this moment. "Big praise from such a cutey like you."
He giggled even more, fingers dancing across my chest, rubbing against my nipples sometimes, which got harder each time. "Oh, you think I'm cute?"
"Cutest boy in school." I answer, kissing him with a smile. "Ever, even."
"Eeeeever?" He kissed teasingly, dancing his tongue across my lips, but pulling away when I opened to welcome it. "You know, I've been thinking..."
