I woke to find Daphne snuggled up against my back. She sat up, when I stirred, knocking off the clothing she’d covered us with. “What time is it?” she asked. I looked at my watch through bleary eyes. “Almost 2 o’clock.” “We should probably head back,” she said. “Had enough, hmm?” “Only for now,” she
I frigged myself to sleep and woke early, feeling refreshed. I made coffee and sat on the porch in my robe. There was movement inside, and Daphne came out the door with her own cup of coffee and robe and sat next to me. “Hi,” she said. “Hi,” I said. I looked at her, caught
I was jealous when my twin brother Jon told me he had a girlfriend. Jon was mine, and I didn’t want to share him. I couldn’t tell him that, of course. I was the fast girl during high school, and even in college, when my tastes went far beyond what I could get in back
Brad and Barry seemed to be two brothers that were normal in all appearances. They did all the things that twins would normally do together. They shared their closes as they were the exact same size. They played together all during their childhood and got along pretty well at most times. Not to say that
I awoke to a gentle insistence, a slow nudging flooding me with warmth. A minor friction dissipating with wetness. I entered the realm of consciousness with the realization that I didn’t have to get up and go to work, which meant it was the weekend. The general haze formed into distinct clouds I could identify.
Shawna and I were born about ten minutes apart. While we were twins, most people thought we wouldn’t be as close as identical twins often are, what with being different genders and all. They were wrong, though, because we were inseparable as we grew up. Even when most twins of opposite sex were separated –
The twins were born minutes apart, the female at 12:03, the male at 12:12. Their father hadn’t been able to make the event, being on duty in the Philippines at the time. No one from the immense horde of relatives had come from their scattered homes to the Denver event, so the mother had no
My name is Mai and I’m a Thai girl who lived in Bangkok, the capital city of Thailand. I was lucky enough to have an American man fall in love with me. He told me that I was pretty and he treated me like a jewel. After several months of courting he brought me back