“TV. Could you change the channel, by the way?”
“Oh, no. No way.. Spongebob again? Look at those chicks… I’m not changing the channel, by no means.”
His twin was obsessed with girls. Girls, boobs and butts. That was all he could think about, and it disturbed Bill way too much. This time he decided to ignore it. He had chosen black, which meant no more tears nor hopes. At least that was what he meant to until all of a sudden the lights went off. Bill let out a sharp cry.
“Don’t be a girl. It’s only the storm outside there.” Tom started looking for his brother in the darkness. He knew Bill was afraid of storms, and he would be curled into himself somewhere in the room. “Oh, Billa, come on, tell me where the hell you are. I don’t want to run into you.”
He searched all over the room, but he still had no hint where his twin could be hiding. The storm surely scared the hell out of him, as far as he didn’t even try to move towards Tom. Bill always looked for protection in his elder brother. Unexpectedly, he heard some steps upstairs. ‘He must have gone upstairs. Still don’t guess why, tho’. He walked upstairs and entered into his room, finding it empty. ‘Gee! I was sure he’d gone upstairs searching for me… No doubt Billa’s acting fucking strange’.
In the meanwhile, the smaller twin was shaking into his bed. What he wanted most was to run into Tom’s arms and pretend (well, not pretend, but exaggerate) he was scared to death, but he wasn’t about to do it. He knew he could no longer control himself if his brother embraced him lights off. That’s why he’d gone upstairs to his room. He was trying to avoid any dangerous contact until light came back. Seemed to be that gods were not on his side this time, though. The door opened softly.
“Billa..are you in there?”
Silence.
“Sweet heart.” Bill bit his lower lip to prevent a sigh to come out of his mouth when he heard those words. Tom rarely called him like that, only when he knew he had to be soft and tender.” come, it’s me here, everything’s gonna be alright.”
“I’m in here.” The dark-haired one couldn’t help answering. The weight onto his bed made him aware of Tom’s presence, and soon his heart started beating harder and quicker. The dreadlocked guy hugged him.
“Bill, calm down. Otherwise you will suffer a heart-attack.” He placed a kiss in his brother’s cheek, way too near his lips, almost flicking his lips commisures. Bill led out a moan, unconsciously. It delighted Tom, who in that moment didn’t really think about anything concerned to brotherhood, incest or gay stuff. His mind simply went blank, and could only concentrate on Bill’s soft and inviting lips, so he kissed him again, this time in his mouth.
The kiss soon went deeper, warmer and wet. The older one started trying to take out his twin’s clothes, in a sudden urge to feel the warm skin underneath, but he was hurtingly rejected and thrown off the bed.
“What the hell went through your mind?” Tom said when he eventually managed to stand up painless.
“Did you really notice what you were about to do? For god’s sake, Tom, we’re twins.”
“Yeah? I hadn’t noticed yet… See, I don’t give a fuck.” The dreadlocked teen had a hurt look upon his face.
“I do.” Bill was so confused. He had longed for this so much, but he couldn’t be sure his brother wasn’t just horny and wanted to use him.
“Oh, Billa, you wanted it as much as I did.” Tom stopped for a moment “Ok, if it’s what you want, that’s it. I’ll pretend I never kissed you, and you…”
“I chose black, Tomi.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Now the hurt look turned into a confused stare.
“I said I chose black, but now I’m not black, not white, not even grey. I feel…”
“Stripes?” Tom tried.
“Yeah..”
“Bill, I don’t know what’s all this about, but you are so going to tell me right now.”
The smaller one swallowed hard.
