Twinsequences (A Twisted Twin Series) (36 page)

I
 was
 still
 feeling
 the
 after
 effects
 of
 what
 had
 just
 happened
 to
 me.
 There
 
was
 no
 way
 I
 could
 even
 consider
 still
 going,
 but
 Stosh
 wasn’t
 done.
 He
 was
 still
 
hard
 as
 a
 rock
 and
 waiting
 to
 rock
 my
 world
 all
 over
 again.
 
We
 fucked
 in
 the
 tub
 until
 the
 water
 was
 cold.
 Our
 bodies
 were
 so
 hot,
 that
 
we
 hadn’t
 noticed.
 
 
When
 we
 climbed
 out,
 my
 legs
 felt
 like
 they
 were
 Jell-‐O
 and
 our
 skin
 was
 
pruned.
 Stosh
 wrapped
 me
 in
 a
 towel
 and
 led
 me
 into
 the
 guest
 bedroom.
 There
 was
 
no
 sense
 in
 me
 dressing.
 Neither
 one
 of
 us
 wanted
 clothes
 being
 in
 the
 way
 of
 
touching
 each
 other.
 If
 I
 had
 it
 my
 way,
 I’d
 sleep
 with
 him
 still
 inside
 of
 me
 every
 
night.
 
For
 the
 first
 time
 in
 my
 life,
 I
 didn’t
 argue
 with
 staying
 wrapped
 in
 Stosh’s
 
arms
 all
 night.
 Being
 that
 close
 to
 him
 made
 me
 feel
 safe.
 He
 ran
 his
 hand
 over
 my
 
belly
 and
 pulled
 down
 the
 covers
 to
 watch
 himself
 doing
 it.
 “I
 think
 it’s
 going
 to
 be
 a
 
girl.”
 
I
 giggled.
 “Why?”
 
He
 shrugged
 and
 put
 his
 head
 on
 my
 stomach.
 “I
 don’t
 know.
 I
 guess
 I
 can
 just
 
picture
 myself
 carrying
 her
 on
 my
 shoulders
 and
 her
 calling
 me
 daddy.
 I
 imagine
 her
 
to
 have
 your
 smile
 and
 my
 keen
 sense
 of
 fashion,”
 he
 joked.
 
“You
 hardly
 match.
 I
 wouldn’t
 let
 you
 pick
 out
 our
 little
 girls
 clothes.”
 
“Sure
 you
 would.
 Especially
 after
 a
 hard
 day
 at
 the
 office.
 You
 could
 come
 
home
 and
 get
 a
 kiss
 from
 your
 two
 favorite
 people
 and
 then
 sit
 down
 to
 a
 nice
 meal
 
that
 we
 cooked
 together.
 She’s
 going
 to
 be
 my
 little
 chef
 apprentice.
 I
 just
 know
 it.”
 
“I’ll
 be
 happy
 no
 matter
 what
 we
 have,
 as
 long
 as
 their
 healthy.
 Nothing
 
pleases
 me
 more
 than
 to
 know
 that
 we’re
 going
 to
 be
 a
 real
 family.
 When
 I
 decided
 
to
 not
 have
 the
 abortion,
 I
 wondered
 how
 I
 was
 going
 to
 raise
 a
 baby
 by
 myself.
 I
 
mean,
 I
 know
 lots
 of
 women
 do
 it,
 but
 it
 would
 be
 so
 difficult.
 I
 don’t
 have
 money
 
laying
 around.
 My
 parents
 had
 disowned
 me.
 I
 thought
 you
 were
 with
 Ivy.
 It
 was
 all
 
so
 much
 to
 worry
 about.
 Now
 everything
 is
 different.
 I
 couldn’t
 be
 more
 excited.”
 
He
 kissed
 my
 belly.
 “Me
 too.
 I
 can’t
 wait
 until
 this
 bullshit
 is
 done
 and
 we
 can
 
finally
 get
 started.”
 
“Do
 you
 have
 any
 family
 names
 you
 want
 to
 consider?”
 I
 ran
 my
 fingers
 
through
 his
 thick
 hair.
 
 
“Nah,
 but
 I
 do
 have
 one
 I’d
 like
 to
 consider.
 “Hetero
 Sexual
 Jumpsuit.”
 
I
 sat
 straight
 up.
 “Say
 what?”
 
He
 started
 laughing
 and
 even
 covered
 his
 face.
 “What.?
 It’s
 a
 cool
 name.”
 
“It’s
 a
 ridiculous
 name.
 It
 sounds
 like
 a
 garage
 band.
 Where
 did
 you
 even
 
come
 up
 with
 that?”
 
He
 was
 still
 laughing
 so
 hard
 that
 he
 had
 to
 wait
 to
 answer.
 “I
 made
 it
 up.”
 
“You’re
 sick
 in
 the
 head
 if
 you
 think
 for
 one
 second
 I
 would
 consider
 
something
 so
 silly.”
 
“I’m
 kidding.
 It
 was
 a
 funny
 joke
 name,
 though.”
 
I
 shook
 my
 head
 and
 smacked
 him
 lightly.
 “I’m
 so
 glad
 we
 have
 plenty
 of
 time
 
to
 consider
 other
 options.
 I
 know
 your
 name
 is
 unusual,
 but
 that
 is
 absurd.”
 
“That’s
 fine.
 I’ll
 save
 that
 name
 for
 our
 first
 puppy.”
 
“Poor
 Dog!”
 
We
 both
 started
 laughing.
 
 
For
 the
 next
 hour
 I
 stayed
 wrapped
 up
 in
 Stosh’s
 arms.
 We
 talked
 about
 our
 
future
 and
 how
 excited
 we
 were
 to
 finally
 be
 getting
 one.
 The
 only
 thing
 that
 wasn’t
 
discussed
 was
 my
 sister.
 Life
 couldn’t
 always
 revolve
 around
 Ivy’s
 antics.
 We
 
deserved
 a
 shot
 to
 be
 together,
 without
 all
 of
 the
 bullshit
 that
 came
 with
 it.
 
 
Ever
 since
 he’d
 found
 out
 that
 I
 was
 having
 a
 baby,
 he
 seemed
 to
 change
 
somehow.
 It
 wasn’t
 like
 he
 didn’t
 seem
 devoted
 before,
 it
 was
 just
 that
 it
 had
 been
 
heightened.
 His
 excitement
 was
 obvious
 and
 it
 let
 me
 know
 that
 he’d
 do
 anything
 for
 
us,
 as
 I
 would
 do
 anything
 for
 him.
 
We
 fell
 asleep
 when
 exhaustion
 made
 it
 impossible
 to
 keep
 our
 eyes
 open.
 
We
 were
 safe
 and
 knowing
 that
 made
 it
 easy
 to
 relax.
 My
 body
 needed
 sleep
 and
 I
 
stopped
 fighting
 to
 stay
 awake.
 
In
 the
 middle
 of
 the
 night
 I
 sat
 straight
 up
 in
 bed.
 I
 could
 feel
 that
 someone
 
was
 watching
 me,
 but
 nobody
 was
 in
 the
 room.
 My
 heart
 was
 racing
 and
 Stosh
 was
 
snoring
 next
 to
 me,
 like
 nothing
 had
 happened.
 I
 got
 up
 and
 walked
 over
 to
 the
 
window.
 That’s
 when
 I
 saw
 her.
 
Scientists
 have
 proven
 that
 twins
 have
 some
 kind
 of
 sensing
 mechanism.
 
They’ve
 claimed
 that
 in
 some
 instances,
 we
 can
 communicate
 with
 each
 other
 
through
 our
 minds.
 She
 was
 outside
 of
 the
 pool
 house,
 gathering
 some
 items
 and
 
loaded
 them
 into
 a
 car.
 I
 knew
 she
 had
 no
 way
 of
 seeing
 me.
 The
 lights
 were
 out
 and
 
I
 was
 peeking
 through
 a
 curtain
 that
 was
 floor
 to
 ceiling
 in
 length.
 
 
Still,
 she
 looked
 right
 up
 at
 the
 window
 and
 I
 swear
 I
 could
 see
 her
 smile.
 I
 
backed
 away
 from
 the
 window,
 like
 I’d
 been
 caught.
 
 
A
 couple
 minutes
 after
 the
 car
 pulled
 away,
 I
 got
 back
 in
 bed
 still
 totally
 
freaked
 out.
 Stosh
 claimed
 we
 would
 be
 able
 to
 stay
 there
 and
 raise
 our
 child.
 There
 
was
 no
 way
 I
 was
 going
 to
 do
 that
 with
 my
 sister
 anywhere
 near
 me.
 That
 evil
 witch
 
wasn’t
 getting
 near
 my
 baby.
 
 
 
 
 
Chapter
 23
 
Hit
 the
 road
 Jack.
 
 
It
 took
 me
 a
 long
 time
 to
 fall
 asleep.
 I
 sat
 in
 the
 bed
 thinking
 about
 Ivy
 
taunting
 us
 with
 her
 antics.
 I
 wondered
 if
 I’d
 be
 looking
 behind
 my
 back
 for
 my
 
entire
 life.
 The
 one
 thing
 I
 was
 sure
 of
 was
 that
 I
 just
 wanted
 to
 be
 as
 far
 away
 from
 
her
 as
 physically
 possible.
 
 
When
 I
 woke
 up,
 Stosh
 was
 already
 out
 of
 bed.
 I
 could
 hear
 him
 in
 the
 
bathroom
 and
 saw
 him
 walking
 out
 without
 any
 clothes
 on.
 I
 wasn’t
 sure
 what
 
turned
 me
 on
 more;
 knowing
 what
 we’d
 done
 in
 the
 tub,
 or
 what
 we
 could
 be
 doing
 
right
 at
 that
 moment.
 
He
 climbed
 onto
 the
 bed
 and
 leaned
 over
 to
 kiss
 me.
 I
 could
 taste
 the
 
toothpaste
 on
 his
 lips.
 “Good
 morning,
 beautiful.
 Are
 you
 up
 for
 breakfast
 with
 my
 
parents?”
 
My
 eyes
 must
 have
 seemed
 like
 they
 were
 going
 to
 pop
 out
 of
 my
 head.
 
“What?
 No!”
 
He
 laughed
 and
 nodded.
 “Yes!
 You
 need
 to
 get
 up.
 My
 mom
 wants
 us
 there
 in
 
a
 half
 hour.”
 
I
 took
 a
 pillow
 and
 put
 it
 over
 my
 face,
 so
 I
 could
 scream
 in
 it.
 “This
 can’t
 be
 
happening.
 They’re
 going
 to
 hate
 me,
 just
 like
 my
 parents.
 Can’t
 we
 just
 stay
 here,
 in
 
bed?”
 
He
 pulled
 the
 pillow
 away
 from
 my
 face.
 “As
 much
 as
 I
 would
 love
 to
 be
 
naked
 in
 bed
 with
 you,
 we
 have
 other,
 more
 important
 things
 to
 do.
 Besides,
 I
 know
 
you’re
 tired
 of
 dealing
 with
 all
 of
 this.
 This
 gets
 us
 one
 step
 closer
 to
 being
 able
 to
 be
 
accepted.
 You
 said
 you
 trusted
 me
 last
 night.
 I
 need
 you
 to
 trust
 me
 right
 now.”
 
“I
 do
 trust
 you.
 I
 just
 don’t
 trust
 anyone
 else.
 They’re
 going
 to
 hate
 me.
 I’m
 a
 
home
 wrecker.”
 
“You
 are
 not!
 They
 will
 love
 you
 because
 I
 love
 you.”
 
I
 finally
 stopped
 fighting
 to
 keep
 the
 pillow
 between
 us.
 “Fine,
 since
 you’re
 so
 
sweet,
 I
 will
 get
 up
 and
 get
 ready.
 When
 they
 ask
 me
 to
 leave,
 I
 hope
 they
 are
 at
 least
 
polite.
 I
 don’t
 want
 your
 mother
 chasing
 me
 out
 of
 there
 with
 a
 frying
 pan.”
 
I
 walked
 into
 the
 bathroom,
 so
 he
 talked
 louder.
 “I
 love
 how
 your
 imagination
 
works,
 Will.
 I’m
 pretty
 sure
 my
 mom
 has
 never
 even
 considered
 chasing
 someone
 
down
 with
 a
 frying
 pan.
 I
 think
 you
 watched
 too
 many
 cartoons
 as
 a
 small
 child.
 
Perhaps
 we
 should
 prevent
 our
 child
 from
 turning
 out
 like
 their
 mother.”
 
I
 had
 his
 toothbrush
 in
 my
 mouth
 when
 I
 peeked
 my
 head
 out
 the
 door.
 “Shut
 
up!
 I
 learned
 a
 lot
 from
 Scooby
 Doo.”
 
“Like
 how
 to
 be
 stoned?”
 
“No,
 smartass!
 I
 learned
 about
 solving
 mysteries
 and
 being
 good
 friends.
 I
 
also
 learned
 what
 foods
 I
 would
 never
 mix
 together
 to
 make
 a
 sandwich.”
 
We
 could
 joke
 around
 all
 we
 wanted,
 but
 the
 fact
 was
 that
 Stosh
 was
 
throwing
 me
 right
 into
 the
 lion’s
 den.
 I
 wasn’t
 sure
 I
 could
 handle
 more
 rejection.
 
 
As
 reluctant
 as
 I
 was,
 I
 still
 got
 myself
 ready
 and
 agreed
 to
 give
 it
 a
 chance.
 
Stosh
 seemed
 so
 certain
 that
 I
 wondered
 if
 he’d
 already
 told
 them
 everything.
 I
 
wanted
 to
 ask,
 but
 it
 didn’t
 matter.
 They
 were
 going
 to
 hate
 me
 if
 they
 wanted
 to.