This is a FICTION story!
It was written with the help of My Master, best friend, and wonderful Author SEVERUSMAX. Thank you Babe!
"Damn that asshole!" I cried, tears streaming down my face, as I slammed doors throughout the house. I continued cussing out my FORMER boyfriend Paul, using every expletive I could think of, and coming up with a few new ones!
"Dorean, what the hell is the matter? If you don't stop slamming those doors, we're going to have to repair some pictures before Mom and Dad get back from their Caribbean cruise. Will you PLEASE calm down and tell me what the hell Paul has done this time!" Donovan demanded.
I looked at my twin brother and exclaimed "I don't want to talk about that two-timing, low-down, snake-in-the-grass, chauvinistic bastard, or my FORMER best friend, Lisa the SLUT!" as I banged another door closed with my foot, this time succeeding in breaking a picture.
"Whoa, what's all this about Lisa being a slut, and when did she stop being your best friend? Weren't you two all chummy with each other on the phone this morning? You talked for what seemed like hours!" he inquired, clearly confused at the turn of events.
"Well, if you must know the sordid tale, I just found out from the two of them that they have been shagging each other. That explains why he wasn't interested in 'Rocking the Boat' with me! Apparently, I wasn't the 'Barbie doll' type that he wanted: hourglass figure, instead of my 'real woman' body-type. He couldn't handle the fact that my temper matched my red hair. I am so MAD I could spit nails!"
"Now, that would be a sight! Should I call the tabloids? Anyway, try not to break any more pictures, sis. In any case, Paul lost out big time, Dorean. I happen to like your figure, and your temper is quite entertaining sometimes, as long as it's not directed at Me." he teased me.
"But how could they do that to me? My own best friend since grade school, and my high school sweetheart, going behind my back! I thought he loved me. Instead, he was just using me to get to HER!" I asked with obvious pain in my eyes.
He pulled me to himself, and I laid my head on his chest, sobbing on his shirt.
"Why do I always seem to fuck things up with my Irish attitude? Sometimes being Irish can hurt!"
"What do you mean, 'being Irish can hurt'? I kinda like that we're Irish." he retorted as he stroked my long red hair.
"No one can handle my Irish temper! No one understands me!" I hiccoughed.
"That's not true! I have helped calm your temper. I understand you better than anyone else!"
"Yeah, that's because we're twins! That doesn't help me in the love department. I want to get married one day, and if I keep chasing off all my dates, I'll never become wife and mother!" I pulled back to look him in the eyes. He held onto my hand.
"There are plenty of men who would marry you. I would in a heartbeat!" he exclaimed.
"Once again, there is the fact that we're twins! Society doesn't approve of that kind of relationship." I replied.
"Well, I don't agree with society's rules!" he retorted.
"What do you mean by that? Are you saying that you don't agree with the taboo against incest?" I asked him with some shock.
"What's wrong with making love to someone that you love? Does being related somehow make it bad or evil?" he demanded passionately.
"I didn't say that I was against it. I'm just surprised that you feel that way. We never discussed this matter before. Are you saying that you have feelings for me, or am I misunderstanding you?" I responded.
"We never talked about because you were wrapped up in Paul for several years now. You never thought of anyone else, have you? I was never in the picture, no pun intended. Is it so hard to believe that I care for you? We are twins. We have been raised together. Hell, we even took baths together until we were seven! Why else do I seem more protective than most brothers?" my brother remarked.
I was beginning to see my brother in a new light. It got me to thinking about how much I really cared about Donovan- more than what society would condone. My obsession with Paul blinded me to my true love for my twin. Why had I not seen his passion for me in the past? Now that I thought about it, all the signs had been there. He comforted me as a lover would, instead of as a brother. The way he looks at me, sometimes when he thinks I don't notice was a hint that I did not want to see.
"Are you saying that you want to be intimate with me? I've always been closer to you than I have with anyone else. You do understand my temper and me more than others do, including Mom and Dad. I just always chalked it up to us being twins. I realize now that it was more than that. Hell, even when I got scared at night, I turned to you instead of Mom and Dad."
"Hell, yes, I want to be intimate with you! I thought I had made that obvious by now! Why else do you think I have only had flings instead of girlfriends? I have been waiting for you to stop wasting your time with losers like Paul!"
"Well, in the past I would have gotten mad at you for calling Paul a loser, but right now, I would have to agree with you 110%! I just figured you for more of a Casanova, playboy type, you know, a stud! I didn't think that you wanted a serious relationship, and I didn't want to admit how deeply I love you."
"Well, sis, have my ears fooled me, or have you just admitted to being in love with me? By the way, those girls that I fucked, I kept picturing you in my bed instead of them. It was never about romance with them. It was just taking care of a basic animal need." he answered me with evident sincerity.
"Yes, you big lug, I love you! Are you happy now? Do you mind returning the favor?" I taunted him.
"Now, was admitting that so hard? Of course, I love you! If you want it spelled in black and white, there it is!" he returned my teasing.
"Yes, it was! In addition, if I have to admit my love in so many words, then so do you! It's only fair!" I needled him.