Our parents would never show people the last sonogram picture they got of us. They wouldn't even show us. I only know what it looked like because I stumbled upon the box containing our baby things while snooping for Christmas presents. And what I found is that in the picture, I appear to be holding onto my twin brother's penis in utero. Ever since I found out about it, I couldn't help but to imagine what it was like now.
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"Hurry up, we're going to be late!" I screamed at my twin brother, Tyler.
He grabbed his towel as he stepped out of the shower, saying, "It's not like you're much closer to being ready, Andrea. At least as soon as I hit my head with the towel I will be dry."
To be fair, he was right, but I never like giving him any credit for being right if I can get away with it. Tyler always had to be right, and rub it in as much as he can. It was as if being seven minutes older gave him some entitlement to being right. So I bent over and threw my hair back over my head, putting the hair dryer on it at full power.
"Whatever, just hurry up. Our reservation is at 7 and we shouldn't keep our friends waiting." He shoved me out of the way so he could make room for him to dry his wet body.
Tyler and I lived together in an apartment near campus. Our parents made a deal with us that we didn't have to settle for living in a dorm so long as we lived together and kept each other out of trouble. Although we each had our own bedrooms, we had to share the bathroom. For a girl to have to share a bathroom with a guy, brother or not, there just isn't enough room.
While my head was upside down I could monitor Tyler to make sure he wasn't dawdling. When I looked, I saw much, and I do mean much, more than I had bargained for. It just so happened that I checked while he was drying everything below the belt. As he ran the towel down his muscular leg, I got a full view of his penis, dangling like an anaconda from a tree.
During high school, Tyler was active in athletics. This enabled him to develop a physique that would make an Abercrombie model jealous. Though he didn't have much time for sports in college, he did still work out to keep fit. It was working for him. His pecs were still hard and his six pack hadn't fallen victim to the freshman fifteen.
After gaping at it for a moment, I caught myself and diverted my glance and tried to concentrate on drying my hair. Immediately, my thoughts went to that sonogram picture our parents wouldn't show anybody. I started to wonder what how it would look in my hand now, 19 years after that picture was taken.
I shook up my head and made sure I was adequately dry. I had to get out of that bathroom, out of that mind frame, right away. Scooting into my room, I yelled back to my brother, "Get dressed and let's go." But you know that I didn't really want him to get dressed.
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A few hours later, Tyler and I arrived back at our apartment. We'd had a few drinks after dinner and were both desperate for a snack. "What do you want, Andrea?" he beckoned from the kitchen.