This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older.
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James spent the entire day working on the cabin's roof. He had started at eight o'clock that morning removing moss, then changed over to replacing wooden shingles once everyone else was up. He was currently taking a break and looking up the valley. The sun was just above the peak of largest mountain at the far west end of the valley. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer before the valley and the cabin would be cast in its shadow. He was thankful for the soon to arrive relief. He turned to look back at the roof and then thought back to their old home. A smile came to him as he remembered having to replace the roof on that home too. Their old home had been built in the mid 1800's as a general store. Since it was two stories it also served as a hotel and post-office as well as a livery stable. His great-grandparents, on his father's side, bought the old store and renovated it sometime in the 1950's.
When all the siblings were finally in high school, his parents decided to take out a mortgage to renovate the old home yet again. They used some of the monies to pay for Claire's college and the rest to pay for his mother's nursing school. Thinking about his parents brought back another memory. The day that a Georgia State Trooper had given him the news that his parents were dead.
James had been the only one at home at the time. Claire, his oldest sister, was at work, and the twins, Melody and Cindy were off doing god only knows what. He had spent almost an hour talking with the trooper. He spent another hour burning up his cell phone trying to get in touch with his sisters.
The siblings spent the entire night crying and talking and making plans to go to New York to claim their parent's bodies. Claire stayed home because she just didn't think she could handle seeing their parent's dead bodies. Cindy wanted to stay home because she didn't want to leave Claire home alone.
James and Melody spent the three days and four bus transfers doing their crying. Melody decided that there was no way that she could identify their parent's bodies. She just couldn't force herself to see them dead. He had to identify the bodies alone - he was glad that he was the only one to have to do such a thing. He lost what little he had in his stomach. A shotgun blast to his mother's face would forever be his last memory of her. They had spent the rest of that first day in New York talking to the detectives and gathering their parents' personal possessions. The second day they paid off the hotel bill and visited the spot where their Mom and Dad died. Picked up their Mother's SUV and then headed for home.
James had been angry several times in his life. Dealing with Cindy's ex-boyfriend had been one of the worst. His parent's murder had been another. He cursed everything and anything that caused him to slow down on the trip back home. He wove in and out of traffic like Mario Andretti. Melody had to scream at him a few times to slow down. He had became so reckless that eventually Melody had to take over. She had forced him to stop at a rest area. If she hadn't, he knew that he would have most likely killed them both.
Dealing with two funeral homes was a pain in the ass. The one in New York was to pick up the bodies from the morgue and prep the bodies for flight home to Georgia. The funeral home in their home town was to pick up the bodies from the airport and conduct the funeral. The home town funeral home was by-far the worst to deal with. The funeral director trying to push for all the 'little extras' grated on all of the siblings' nerves. James was surprised that he guy hadn't offered dancing girls.
When the greedy bastard couldn't talk the siblings into getting another set of coffins to bury their parents in instead of using the coffins that James and Melody had chosen for transport, he tried to push for separate funerals and multiple viewing days. Then it was the in-ground vaults, the most expensive ones of course; the memorial or tomb stone - who knew what luxuries were available for the dead, and didn't you always want the best for your parents - as if their parents could care any more - and a plethora of other crap. James had thought he had burned up all his anger in his non-stop trip home from New York; however, the funeral director seemed to rekindle it. At least the guy in New York had pretended to care about more than his bottom line.
Melody walking towards the barn brought James back to the present. He gathered up his tools, quickly finished up with the last bit of the roof and climbed down the ladder. He had high hopes of being able to spend some time today with her.
"Do you need something to drink?"
James jumped.
"Fucking hell! You scared the shit out of me, Cindy."
"Sorry about that," she said complacently as she watched him pick up the tools he had dropped.
"That's okay. And, yes, I could use some water."
Cindy, Melody's twin, no longer took Claire to work and had become his shadow. She followed him around every time his feet hit the ground, making sure that he had plenty of water to drink and feeling his forehead. She was taking on the role of a mother hen. James thought the whole idea was cute, but it did annoy him some. He knew darn well it wouldn't do him any good to complain, though. She had been watching him like a hawk today because she still wasn't convinced he was over whatever bug he had just a few days ago.
James took the two liter bottle from his sister and took several large swigs of the refreshing water then poured the rest of what remained in the bottle over his head. He wiped away what water got in his eyes with the back of his hand. As he opened them, he found that he was looking at Cindy's groin. His eyes traveled up the rest of her athletic body, and he marveled at the perfect carbon copy of Melody. He had already made love to that body in a strange sort of way. If he hadn't known that this was Cindy, he would have reached out for her. His body didn't seem to care. His heart started to beat harder in his chest, and his member started to grow. He felt hot all of a sudden.
Memories of the exquisite day he had spent with Melody flooded all his senses. He could smell her, feel her soft form crushed against his own, the sweet taste of her lips pressed to his own as both of their bodies quivered in orgasmic delight.
"James, are you feeling alright? You look a little flushed," Cindy asked as she reached out to feel his forehead.
James snapped back to the present as her cooling hand rested on his forehead. He lifted his head and smiled: "I feel fine Cin. I think I could use something more to drink though."
His eyes met with hers, one green and one blue, both showing concern and something else that he was unable to define. When she left to get more water, he sought out the shade of the cabin. He needed to sit down. If it wasn't for her eyes, James would not had known that it wasn't Melody. There were several differences between the two, but not many physically. Their eyes was the most tell tale difference. Cindy's left eye was blue and her right eye was brown. Melody had green on the left and blue on her right. Their smell was slightly different, but it was close. Melody was a bit more bashful and not as out-going as Cindy. Cindy could be a bit of a ditz at times, but he had to wonder if that wasn't just a game she played.
As James sat propped up against the side of the cabin, he thought about Cindy. He considered the fact that he had gotten aroused by the sight of her body. Although she may be a twin, she was in fact, her own person. She had her own ideas and acted differently. She was bubbly, tender hearted, sexy and....hmm. Did he find her sexy because she looked like Melody?
His mind travelled back in time to a day at the beach. It was a memory of Cindy playing in the surf. One that had plagued his first masturbation attempt in the shower, thinking of his sister. James was now more confused and conflicted than he had ever been. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms tight around them. He then rested his head on his knees and tried to sort out his feelings. ********
Cindy stood at the sink with a full bottle of water in hand. She hadn't noticed that she was actually talking to herself out loud.
"James, you're the most stubborn man I have ever known! Won't admit that you still don't feel well, and insist on doing stuff that you shouldn't. Well...I guess that is one of the things that I love about you. You doing whatever you think has to be done, no matter what."
"I do love your eyes, so pale blue at times and at others they seem to be a deep blue. Hmm, what's up with your eyes a second ago? They were so soft, I could have drowned in them."
