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Jan V. - The Reunion (ff, teen, consensual)


I sat there in my room, staring blankly at the wall, overlooking my 
favorite posters and photos of my friends and boyfriend. Yes, my 
boyfriend Jake, the quarterback of the school football team, very 
eye-catching and popular... Sometimes I thought he was too popular for 
his own good. Our relationship was suffering because of it. I didn't 
know anymore if I could trust him.

I waited for Megan to arrive at my place. We had to cram for the first 
exam of the school year, always the most difficult one to get through. I 
needed to get my rhythm back and find the courage to dive into boring 
textbooks.

I recalled how I had met Megan. It had been a couple of months before, 
three days after school had started. I was at my English class, when 
Mrs. Holmes was interrupted by a knock at the door. As though she was 
the shiest person on earth, Megan opened the door just enough to pop her 
head in and ask if she could join the class. With a curt nod, Mrs. 
Holmes invited her to sit down. Megan tried to explain the reason why 
she hadn't showed up earlier, but Mrs. Holmes was not interested. A 
crescendo of whispers in the room became louder and louder until Mrs. 
Holmes hit her writing desk, demanding silence. I hadn't paid much 
attention to the newcomer; at that time, to read an excerpt of a book I 
was supposed to have read at home seemed far more important than to look 
closer at a stranger. When Megan went past me, heading for her chair, I 
felt a jolt inside, my heart galloping like a wild horse...

"Megan Lockwood, you say?" Mrs Holmes asked.

"Yes."

There was a pause in Mrs. Holmes' voice but the obvious was there to be 
seen. "You look awfully like Ms. McCarthy... Are you two related?"

Our heads turned to each other. I saw surprise rippling on that face 
that looked so much like mine. I had definitely met my dead ringer. This 
could become dangerous, I figured;  dead ringers were supposed to bring 
bad luck... Despite all that we soon became best friends. She had tastes 
and ideas about life very similar to mine. We found out we liked the 
same kind of music: U2, especially... Bono was the Voice and the 
Lyrics... "To die for..." Megan said at one point, smiling, showing her 
mischievous side.

We had once discussed the possibility we were sisters, twins... Megan 
had asked her parents if she had a sister she didn't know about. The 
answer had been a confused "no" followed by a categorical "of course 
not". She confessed that sometimes she felt lonely when she was younger. 
She wished she had a little sister to play with.

"Why not a little brother?" I asked, sitting up on the bed, staring at 
Megan's quiet beauty and the lightness of her hair -- color and 
weight...

"I don't know," she said, looking down, her long hair cascading down her 
shoulders and full breasts. Then she looked up, her blue eyes locking 
onto mine. "A sister seemed more natural to me... Don't ask me why... I 
don't know. It's just how I felt."

"Maybe you're right."

"Why?"

"I have a little brother and we can hardly get along."

I woke up from my reverie. The door bell rang once and then twice. It 
must be Megan. Only she would be that impatient. Megan came from a big 
city and her big-city girl impudence was one of the reasons I found 
Megan so fun to be with.

We greeted each other when I opened the door. Megan was upset... 
Aggression was in the air, that much I could feel, but I hesitated about 
raising the subject. Although we were best friends we were still 
somewhat strangers to each other...

We opened the books, notes, and sketchpads... and studied. Hard. I’d 
look up and watch Megan covertly, but my friend would be too 
concentrated to notice. I would experience urges to ask her what was on 
her mind, but she would keep her silence. I knew how hateful it could 
get if someone pressed for something when I wasn't ready for it. Jake, 
for one... When I had more or less given up, Megan closed her books and 
sighed.

"Gonna stop. Too tired to go on..."  Without putting a hand in front of 
her mouth, Megan yawned and then added, "Guess I'm not sleeping enough. 
But I won't bother you. Just go on. I'll go downstairs and fetch a glass 
of water. Wanna some?"

I shook my head. Once Megan gone, I could not concentrate anymore. The 
printed pages went blank... I felt so strange... Megan had such a 
strange effect on me. Every time Megan had to leave I felt an immense 
emptiness, as though half of my soul had gone away with her.

I jumped out of my bed. There was no point in staying there and feel 
guilty about it. We would have three more days to cram... I dashed down 
the stairs and went over to the living room. Megan sat on the love seat, 
staring absentmindedly at the wall. A creepy feeling of deja vu came 
over me. Not only she really looked like me but also she seemed to have 
a couple of behavorial traits that I recognized just too well. A shiver 
shot up my spine. This was getting eerie.

I sat next to Megan.

"Are you ok?" Megan didn't look at me. Her thoughts were definitely 
miles away.

"I guess."

It was frustrating not to be able to ask her more... And then as if 
Megan had read my mind, she asked, "Did you ever get so mad at your 
folks you wished they were not your parents anymore...?"

"What are you getting at?"

"My dad wants to forbid me to see Jason... He says he's no good, like 
every goddam boyfriend I introduced to them."

"And Jason, what does he say about it?"

"He doesn't know."

Tears were welling up in Megan's eyes. I reached out for a tissue and 
handed it over to her. She smiled, her mouth drawn into a whispered 
thank-you, her hand touching my cheek ever so lightly. For a moment we 
sat there, staring at each other, until Megan leant forward and kissed 
me on the lips. It was so deliciously sweet and tender and soft... which 
made me groggy, as though I had gulped down half a bottle of Jack 
Daniels. That kiss hadn't taken me by surprise. I had once dreamt about 
it. We were at a party, wearing long white wedding dresses -- both of 
us; Megan was my bride and she kissed me, a passionate kiss, very much 
like that first kiss...

We kissed further, holding each other close. Explanatory words weren't 
necessary. The touch of wet, sensual, soft lips was all we wanted...

Back at school we wouldn't talk about it. It was taboo, it seemed. It 
had happened... No point in crying for more. However, when we were among 
friends Megan would play a little game with me, brushing her leg against 
mine, her hand falling "accidentally" on my lap, grazing my breasts... I 
wished she stopped that game. It got me worked up for nothing. Fingering 
myself would be an outlet but for how long? Yes, because Megan would 
ignore me when we were alone...

Why girls were so difficult to read?... I would immediately understand 
what Jake meant or was planning to... But with Megan... sigh... it was 
hopeless.

A month later Megan came over to my place, almost breathless, her eyes 
red, trembling from the cold... It was almost Christmas, and the snow 
wouldn't stop falling, delighting children and parents alike. I dragged 
her to my room before asking what the hell had happened.

"Just sit down, Julie... You're not going to believe this... My mom... 
she told me everything... She... Oh God, how can I explain this?"

"Just calm down." I wanted to throw my hands around that desperate girl. 
I wanted to assuage her pain, whatever that was. I began to hate Megan's 
parents; they seemed so cruel and uncaring. "I'll get you a glass of 
water."

"No, I don't want to. Just listen, because if I don't tell you now I 
probably never will... I- I'm your sister. We are twins... Not 
identical, but we are twins..."

Shocked at first, and reasoning a few seconds later, I stated, "Megan 
that's not possible, and you know that. Our birthdays don't even 
coincide."

"I was born on the same day as you. My mom... *Our* mom... showed me my 
birth certificate and yours... You were adopted. She was only sixteen 
when she got pregnant... She could only keep one of us."

"You're lying, Megan. I don't believe a word of it."

"Why not?" It was the first time Megan really looked hurt if not 
outright furious; her hands on her hips, probably ready to strike.

"Because you've got a twisted sense of humor or just want to frustrate 
me even more with one of your little games."

"What games?"

"Getting me excited, playing the temptress with me, seducing me with 
those looks of Mata Hari and then leave me out in the cold... Those are 
the games you play." I didn't mention how often Megan talked about 
wanting a sister... That must be wishful thinking. Incestuous wishful 
thinking, for that matter...

Megan smiled a twisted smile and came closer. Megan hugged me, hushing 
me, lovingly, tenderly. Megan's red eyes gazed at me, scaring me 
somehow. What the hell did Megan want from me? I couldn't understand... 
And this story of us being sisters didn't make any sense, nor the fact 
that Megan was kissing me again, this time with her mouth open, her 
tongue searching mine, her lips thirsty for kisses. Slowly Megan's lips 
went down my neck, sending thrills of pleasure up my spine. Megan's 
breathing speeding up... I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Stop. STOP."

"What?"

"How can you say we're sisters and the next minute you start kissing me 
like that?"

"I didn't think about it. I didn't plan this, if it is what you're 
thinking."

"Ok. Just think about it... before we start something for the wrong 
reasons."

Utter fear set in. I began to avoid her and before long she understood 
the hints I was handing out. Her victim look couldn't hurt me more, but 
I figured it was better that way -- for both of us. I couldn't sleep at 
night, though. I got mad at her, because of her mind games... I thought 
I was going crazy. Doubts became stronger and stronger... Suppose she 
was not lying... Suppose she was saying the truth... Could she be my 
sister, my twin sister? Mom and Dad had lied to me all these years, 
omitting the fact I was adopted??? So many times I had teased Jimmy that 
he couldn't possibly be my brother... We were so different, in 
everything! He had brown eyes, dark hair and a skin that tanned a 
hundred times faster than mine -- much to my envy, I must add. He hated 
Bono... "He sings like a girl," he'd say, punching on my stomach. 
"Sepultura and Metallica are *the* stuff, yeah!!!" Talking about Beavis 
and Butthead...

I went out with Jake more often and tried to concentrate on my studies. 
Lucy was still a little hurt because I had more or less dumped her for 
Megan. I had tried to convince her that was absolutely not true; deep 
down I knew she was right, though. Megan was so magnetic and beautiful, 
with her flowing shiny blond hair, her easy smile with two dimples to 
match, her shapely long legs, her prominent breasts, her sharpness, her 
outspoken way of being... Half of the male population of our school were 
in love with her... The teachers loved her, and word spread that Jason 
had been voted the luckiest guy around. Sometimes I'd overhear a few 
derisive comments about her, how smug and unfriendly Megan Lockwood 
was... It was the price of popularity, I decided. I had heard the same 
kind of criticism when I started dating Jake and made the cheerleader 
squad. The green-eyed monster lurks everywhere...

Megan and I didn't speak to each other until a few days before Spring 
Break. Megan had cut the cheerleader trials as well. She was throwing a 
party at her house to celebrate her last success. It was a party I had 
to go to... Cheerleaders had to stick together. The bending of that rule 
could cost me my spot in the squad.

In a way I was happy I had an excuse to see her house, at last. When I 
got there I caught a glimpse of her mom and dad but they were gone 
before I could see their faces. I was somewhat curious about my 
supposedly biological mother. The guts to confront Dad and Mom with 
Megan's claims had subsided with time; I just could picture the smirk in 
Jimmy's face if he learned about it. He'd probably become the happiest 
little jerk on earth.

Megan, as usual, was the center of the party. She was wearing her 
cheerleader outfit when our eyes met and I felt again that jolt in my 
heart.

"Hi," she said, her smile vanishing from her lovely mouth, becoming 
serious, her eyes gaining the usual intensity when we were around each 
other.

"Hi," I replied. Those were the only words we exchanged for a long while 
that evening. Most of the time I spoke with Martha, our head 
cheerleader, and Jill, a very good friend of mine. Suddenly someone had 
to refer to how much Megan and I resembled each other.

"If I didn't know better I'd think you were sisters."

"We're not," I snapped. As soon as I said it, Megan got up to her feet 
and stormed out of the room. Stupefaction was visible in every face. I 
did my best to cover up my anger and disappointment. I had hoped she'd 
long forgotten her obsession about us being sisters. After all I was 
wrong.

Martha stared at me questioningly. I replied with a shrug. She said, 
"Maybe I should talk to her..."

"No," I heard myself say. "I'll talk to her." I was afraid of what Megan 
might say if she was upset. Probably she'd blurt everything out to 
Martha and I definitely wanted to prevent it at all costs. We had 
kissed... and we were sisters... according to Megan... That would sound 
terribly wrong.

I climbed up the stairs and knocked at her door. The door was open. I 
walked in the room without waiting for an answer. It took time before I 
could make out where she was. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring 
again into space. Realizing I was there in her room, she switched the 
bedside lamp on.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm worried about you."

"Since when?"

"Since you've walked away like that and left all your guests wondering 
what the hell's gotten into you."

"Afraid of the gossip mongers?"

"Frankly, yes. You know how mean people can get if-"

"If I spill my guts, right?"

"Yes."

"Not to worry. I won't. I wouldn't squeal on my own sister."

"Would you stop that? I'm NOT your sister."

"Yes, you are and I can prove it. If Mom was here she'd tell you that 
herself..."

"Why doesn't she?"

"I told her you weren't ready for it, yet." A long silence followed, the 
ticking of her old fashioned alarm clock was the only sound to be heard, 
apart from our breathing.

"Come here," she said, with sadness in her eyes. I did what I was told. 
How could I not? Who would refuse anything to a girl like Megan 
Lockwood? She made me sit next to her, her arm locking mine, as if she 
was afraid I was going to spring up and leave that room of hers. "Look 
at me," she commanded, her lithe fingers on my kin turning my face to 
hers. "God, you're so beautiful."

"Megan..." It was a protest, a weak one by the way, which died in her 
mouth. We kissed again, the same overwhelming feeling of belonging and 
craziness rushing over me. What were we doing? What the hell were we 
doing??? I let her kiss me, though. She made me roll over in bed and put 
the weight of her beautiful body on mine, so that I couldn't escape. We 
kissed and kissed... her soft lips on mine, tasting so sweet... Her 
endless tenderness was driving me crazy and for the first time I let 
myself go. She was in control... She wasn't forcing me into anything but 
knowing that she was calling the shots lessened the guilt... She was so 
passionate, her hands brushing over my breasts, her mouth licking my 
ears and going down my neck, licking me... That wet feeling made me 
shiver... No boyfriend had made me feel like that -- ever. Soon lust 
took over and my platonic admiration for her turned into sexual 
desire... I encircled her waist and opened my legs to allow her thigh 
come in between and against my crotch... I was getting wet... and wanted 
some contact down there...

"God, you're so beautiful, Julie... So beautiful." She was gazing down 
at me with her dreamy eyes. I pulled her closer and made her kiss me. I 
had heard that compliment a million times before but those words coming 
from Megan's mouth were so magic... Suddenly we broke apart; someone had 
knocked and wanted to get in. It was Martha. She was worried about us, 
because we were taking so long...

The next day we couldn't be apart even for a second. Our hands searched 
each other under the tables. She would touch my leg and go for my 
thighs, brushing my skirt up, leaning toward me, whispering into my ear 
and then smiling as if she was telling me a joke. We had become sexually 
crazed. During breaks she would drag me into the women's room and to one 
of the stalls and we would kiss and kiss until our lips hurt. I knew I 
was falling in love with her... head over heels... Her hands would knead 
my breasts, and run all over my body, making my knees weak. The feeling 
was so intense that I had to bite my lips to keep myself from moaning. 
Then we'd wait for the right moment to leave the stall and come back to 
our unsuspecting friends.

I didn't know how she could do that -- to look so damn innocent after 
another attempt of hers to fuck me in a public place.

That afternoon after school we had to shake our friends off... Megan 
made up a headache and asked me if I could drive her home. Once in the 
car she came closer, her breasts against my arm, her hand on my leg, her 
fingers sliding up and under my skirt...

"Megan, not now... We can have an accident."

Megan laughed, elated... She wanted us to kiss... her hand still resting 
on my leg, too close to my panties, keeping my desire going. I wished we 
were alone in her room where we could kiss and make love.

"Yes, Julie," she whispered into my ear. "Just our luck... Mom and Dad 
are away for the weekend. We'll have the house for ourselves."

She said "Mom and Dad" as if were related... Megan didn't know how to 
give up, I thought. Maybe it was her secret fantasy, to imagine she was 
fucking her own sister... It charged her up... It was a double taboo... 
to be broken.

When we arrived at her place and we closed the door behind us, she 
kissed me there in the hall. I let my school stuff fall on the floor and 
held her close, while her hands rummaged under my skirt, teasing the 
waistband of my panties. She tightened her grip on my ass, pushing my 
crotch against her thigh. She wore a short skirt as well. She said she 
had done it on purpose. Her pussy would be available for my hands... I 
had blushed when she said it... "Pussy" had always sounded too crude to 
me, but in her lips it sounded erotic, exciting, forbidden...

"Come, Julie. Let's go upstairs."

And so we did. We crumbled together on her bed, laughing. We kissed, 
long and tenderly. When we broke our kiss she smiled down at me, her 
eyes full of joy and a kind of strange pride. She unbuttoned my blouse 
and got rid of it, lifting me deftly as though she was used to do this. 
She kissed me between my breasts, licking there, exciting me beyond 
belief.

"Oh Megan," I moaned, forgetting everything. This was our moment.

We kissed again, her tongue searching mine, my hands caressing her back 
and lifting her skirt. I felt her crotch sliding against my thigh, 
sensing the wetness seeping through the lacy fabric of her panties. She 
undid my bra, freeing my not so large breasts... Her breasts were bigger 
than mine... I cupped them under her light summer dress; it was her time 
to moan.

"Do you wanna suck them?" she asked, sending me an impish smile.

I didn't answer. I didn't have to. She lowered the straps of her dress, 
letting it fold around her slender waist of a stunning blonde. Her 
breasts were beautiful. She didn't have to encourage me or anything. I 
was sold at this point. She teased me with her temptress eyes and with 
the globes of flesh I wanted to touch so eagerly.

"Come on, lick them. They're waiting for you." She meant her nipples, 
erect, sensitive to my hands that pulled them together and felt so soft 
under my fingertips. I began to kiss them, licking those nipples, 
enjoying the wonderful yielding feel of a pair of female breasts in my 
hands. That softness made my juices flow, while her hand circled my 
lower belly and came closer to the center of my excitement. I did the 
same, touching her flat stomach, sliding down to her femaleness. She was 
as wet as I was, and the fact that I was able to excite another girl 
that much was something inconceivable to me at that point.

"Oh Julie, don't stop," she sighed huskily, pulling my hand back onto 
her pussy, as she called it. "That feels good, what you were doing..."

Megan's leg continued its task, hitting the right spot. I closed my legs 
around her thigh, trying to increase the pleasure it was giving me. I 
kissed her, my hands under her panties now, touching her pussy 
tentatively. She stopped me, standing up. She let her dress slide down 
her legs as well as her panties, showing me her trimmed patch of blond 
pubic hair, very much like mine... It was almost unbearable to see that 
gorgeous All-American girl smiling at me, her long blond hair cascading 
in soft curls down her round full breasts, her slim golden body of an 
athlete and her blue eyes overflowing with lust for me...  And again she 
came over, covering my naked body with hers, her thigh between my legs, 
now getting some help from her fingers... She got frustrated with my 
waistband. In a movement she eased my panties off, licking my breasts 
and pulling them together. I moaned. She smiled at me, kissing me for an 
eternity, her fingers exploring my damp pussy. She put one finger in and 
began to penetrate me, with care and alert for any reaction of mine. My 
womb started to tremble, screaming for more. I pushed her finger in, 
making clear to her she could fingerfuck me. Understanding my need, her 
pink soft lips kissed me with infinite tenderness while her hand brought 
me closer to orgasm.

"Can you feel it, Sis?" she whispered in my ear, sticking her devilish 
tongue in my ears, her fingers touching my clit in the right spot, using 
precisely the right pressure. "Can you?"

At that point I didn't care anymore if she called me "Sis". Maybe I 
loved her more for that. My brain seemed to explode with pleasure. I 
felt as though I was falling and falling... If we were related, I didn't 
care anymore. When my orgasm came, I moaned deeply, pressing my legs 
together and against her hand. Her fingers stopped, still deep inside 
me, understanding that any movement now would ruin everything. We stayed 
in that position for a few minutes. Megan played with my hair, caressing 
and weaving curls, gazing at me, her eyes half- closed.

"I love you, Julie."

I didn't say anything. I kissed her, because my throat wouldn't obey me. 
I couldn't speak. All I could do was to make her understand I wanted to 
reciprocate.

"You don't have to," she said, sliding her hand out of me. Staring at 
her thoroughly drenched hand, she smiled and said, "You really came for 
me..."

"Stop it," I said, feeling sudden warmth in my cheeks, trying to laugh 
it off. I pulled her passionately against me and kissed her.

"My, my, my... You really want me, baby."

"Yes," I retorted, ignoring her jesting mood. "More than anything."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Even if we-"

"Even if we, what?"

"No," she said, sitting up on the bed, breaking our embrace, and turning 
her back on me. "Forget it."

"Even if we, WHAT?" I insisted. She had prickled my curiosity. Now I 
wanted to know.

"I don't want to freak you out."

"You will, if you don't tell me."

She cast a sad glance back at me, then she looked ahead, her long blond 
tresses falling down her back. I moved over and stationed myself behind 
her on the edge of the bed, leg against leg, my breasts against her 
back. My pussy started to react again. It felt nice to press my crotch 
against the warmth and softness of her ass. I also had free access to 
her breasts and legs, feeling them, caressing them, producing a few 
thrills in that beautiful body I began to worship so much. I kissed the 
nape of her neck. She moaned, opening her legs further, guiding my hand 
to her womanhood, warm and waiting to be ignited.

"Oh Julie... Julie." Her voice was trailing off, her back leaning on my 
breasts, exciting me once more. My fingers soon found her clit. I didn't 
touch it directly because I knew that could hurt her. Instead I let my 
fingers circle around it. But she was impatient...

"Not so slowly. Just fuck me, FUCK me, Julie."

I obeyed her. Her hands caressed her own breasts, taking my free hand 
with them, urging me to feel her all over. I masturbated her, inserting 
my fingers in her dripping slit, recognizing familiar places. It was as 
though I was bringing myself off; the only difference was that I heard 
another girl's moans, feeling her body on fire against mine. When she 
came, she exhaled deeply.

I encircled her waist with my free hand, pressing her even closer, her 
lips trying to find mine. We kissed for a very long time, until she 
whispered, "I love you."

She made me lie on her bed. We hugged each other, my head on her 
shoulder, my hand playing with one of her breasts. We didn't talk. We 
both wanted to enjoy the moment in silence. She'd smile from time to 
time, although I knew something was on her mind.

"Meg?"

"Yes?"

"Tell me."

She sighed deeply, looking up, staring at the ceiling. "You're not gonna 
like it."

"Test me."

Hesitation still radiated from her clear blue-sky eyes. "Suppose we were 
sisters... Would you feel the same for me?"

"Megan, not again."

"I warned you... but you wanted to know."

"Ok, suppose we were sisters..." This time I was willing to go along. I 
figured we had to talk this thing over or it would never go away. "So 
what?"

"You wouldn't mind?"

"I don't know... But we aren't. So why worry?"

Megan got rid of my weight, straightening herself up on the bed. "You 
still don't believe me, do you?"

"I can't, Megan. That's crazy. Just listen to yourself. I would never 
ever sleep with my own sister. That's just disgusting."

"That's what a lot of people say about lesbians and gays."

"That's different. This'd be incest. Can't you see that?"

"If we love each other, why would that matter?"

"Because incest produces abnormal children, that's why."

"We can't have children, Julie, or you forgot about that?"

I blushed. Of course I knew that. I was not that stupid...

"I just can't understand why you keep pushing on that subject. It seems 
an obsession of yours."

"It is. Why do you think I moved to this small town? Because I knew you 
were here."

"What do you mean?... You're trying to say... you knew all along I was 
your sister?"

"Sorry I lied to you... I found out about our birth certificates a 
couple of years ago. I showed them to Mom... She cried a long time 
before she could admit she had separated us and give you up for 
adoption. I think I hated her at that point. Not anymore... because I 
convinced her to make amends, that is, looking for you. Since then I've 
dreamt about you every single day... When I saw you for the first 
time... I don't know... It was the strangest day of my life, because you 
looked so much like me."

"But why this charade?" I asked, my doubts growing stronger. "Why did 
you wait so long to tell me?"

"Because I couldn't; I just couldn't. Mom wanted ME to tell you... she 
couldn't either. She'd crumble and cry if she did."

I kept shaking my head. I still couldn't believe it. Suddenly she opened 
one of the drawers of her vanity and took a small paper bag out. Photos 
of us together, just after we were born... The birth certificates with 
Megan's and my first name on it. I was Julie Lockwood after all... not 
McCarthy. I looked at her; there was no denying. I was really her 
sister. And we were twins... My heart sank. I began to cry.

She held me close, her naked body against mine. Her body heat was 
suddenly welcome in that cold room. She patted my hair, looking sad and 
worried. Then I got mad.

"If you knew I was your sister, how could you do this to me? Why did you 
kiss me? Why did you want to make love to me? That's really sick, you 
know."

"I didn't plan it...  It just happened."

"Those things just DON'T happen."

She threw her hands up, a signal of desperation which I recognized as 
well. There was no denying. We had to be related.

"Maybe because I wanted to know you so bad... Maybe because I missed you 
all my life. It just became too much... I just fell in love with you. 
I'm sorry."

It was her time to cry. We were so desperate for love, it seemed. That's 
why all this had happened. And all the lies... For a moment I hated my 
parents, which after all were not my real ones... They could have told 
me. If they had, probably this would never happen.

During Spring Break, we saw each other every day. The sexual tension 
between us seemed to have vanished into thin air. We would still hug 
each other but we wouldn't go further. We would cry, trying to summon up 
courage to confront our parents about all this mess. Eventually we did. 
There was a lot of crying, and guilt, and accusations... My real mom 
almost had a stroke. I felt pity for her but nothing else. My heart was 
too empty to feel anything. After the Spring Break there was a big 
uproar at our school when our reunion became known. They even threw a 
surprise party for us. At first I felt deep embarrassment, then only 
pride... I was proud Megan Lockwood was my sister. Everybody said she'd 
be the next prom queen, while I'd become the next head cheerleader as 
soon as Martha graduated.

When our biological mom and Megan's stepfather decided they had enough 
of this small town, Megan moved in with me. I think it was the happiest 
day of my life. Finally we were together... Mom and Dad arranged for a 
new bed in my room, welcoming her as if Megan was a child of their own. 
Seeing their generosity, I forgave them. To have her back seemed to 
assuage all the pain.

>From time to time I still would feel the same old intensity in Megan's 
eyes. That's why she was so magnetic. She could hypnotise anyone with 
those blue eyes of hers. Although I tried my best to repress it, my old 
feelings for her returned. To my alarm I realized was falling in love 
with her again. But I couldn't, I just COULDN'T... When she resumed her 
dating with Jason, my heart broke in two.

Going out with Jake was the right thing to do, I figured. I tried to 
forget her... but if we lived under the same roof and shared the same 
room, I was doomed to fail. I knew something would happen... I just 
didn't know what or when. Soon, I hoped... or else...

THE END


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