Separation Anxiety
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Author note: This is going to take some time to build up. I'm trying to build framework in this chapter without cutting out too many possibilities for the future. The first few chapters I write will be boring origin story stuff and little to no sexual activity. If you get too impatient, feel free to contribute. Maybe even go with an alternate timeline/reality after this chapter to get to the sex faster. Just make sure to keep continuity with this intro chapter when you go off the reservation.
This summer was going to be lit. I was coming home from my sophomore year at university and had all kinds of plans to meet up with friends that I hadn't seen in a few months. Not just the ones that didn't attend the same school as me - I studied abroad during spring semester so I was beginning to miss even my old roommate and long-time friend Dan.
I choose the term "long-time friend" rather than "best friend" because my best friend is my twin sister, Jenny. We are fraternal twins so we definitely look related but it's not like anyone confused us when we were little. While we both had fairly toned athletic bodies from playing years of soccer. I dreamed of being the American version of Beckham or Ronaldo or Messi while my sister played because she couldn't stomach the idea of me being better than her at something. But other than our athleticism our physical similarities come to an end. I stand about 6'2" with slightly wavy dark hair that I keep relatively short while my sister is 5'7" with straight auburn hair that tumbles down between her shoulder-blades. My brown eyes are severely near-sighted and require either glasses (which I prefer) or contacts while my sister has perfect 20/20 vision in her greenish-hazel eyes. Aside from my nice physique I consider myself incredibly average-looking while my sister has always been popular due to her natural beauty. Despite all these differences, they are subtle enough that you can definitely tell we are related but Jenny basically got the attractive versions of every gene we share.
Jenny and I are about as close as siblings can be. I mentioned her competitiveness earlier and I'm no different. When we were babies, we unwittingly competed over who could walk first. Who would say the first "mama" and "dada." We competed in school with grades. Some times our dad was worried it was going to create a permanent and unhealthy divide between us but it did the complete opposite. We do nearly everything either together or at the same time in a different place. It's almost like we have a mind-meld going on and while I can only speak for myself, I feel we are happiest when we are together. I had a blast studying in Italy for the semester but at some point almost every day I felt homesick or incomplete. I think things were made worse by the fact that the apartment I was renting was down the hall from a couple of Italian girls going to the same school and one of them looked eerily similar to Jenny. Her name was Giuletta and if she was just passing by or if I only saw her in my peripheral vision, I swore I saw Jenny instead. Fortunately, Jenny would call me or connect via FaceTime every day to see how I was doing and it was always the boost I needed to get through the homesick feelings.
As I pulled into the driveway to my dad's house, I noticed a new car in the spot I usually park. Is that for me or did my family have company over? I knew Dad would have both of his cars in the garage as well as my step-mom's car. My dad was a supremely successful lawyer and despite him having our already large house renovated to include a 4-car garage, it still wasn't enough room due to there being 4 kids plus 2 adults. The last car stall in the garage was eternally occupied by grandpa's old Aston DB5 that was always missing this piece or that part - it never truly functioned. That left us 4 kids to fight over the 2 "good" parking spots in the driveway while the other 2 got shafted with parking on-street. To be honest, parking on-street wasn't that bad. We lived in a safe neighborhood and the lanes were wide enough that no one had clipped any of our cars. But my sister and I were particularly picky due to our mom.
Mom died in a car crash when Jenny and I were only 2 years old. We know it's completely irrational to worry about parking on such a safe street due to this event, but it is what it is. We weren't the only ones to suffer repercussions about Mom's accident. Obviously, Dad was completely blindsided by Mom's death and basically quit his law practice. After a full 2 years of grieving, Dad finally accepted that Mom wasn't coming back and that he had to move on. Enter my step-mom, Rebecca. She had been one of Dad's good friends from high school before they took different paths in college and lost touch with each other. After Dad had begun to get his life back together, he reopened his practice and one of his first clients happened to be Rebecca's ex-husband, Richard (Rebecca and Dad intentionally call him "Dick" despite his protestation that he doesn't like that traditional nickname), seeking legal advice about divorce. Apparently he found another woman he wanted to be with and Rebecca wouldn't sign the divorce papers. Once Dad found out who Dick's wife was, he almost went through with a plan to ruin Dick financially as revenge for treating his old friend, Rebecca, so poorly. In the end, she tempered Dad's wrath and instead he had a new set of papers drawn up that heavily favored Rebecca in the divorce proceedings without Dick noticing. Rather than a bunch of money and stuff going to Rebecca directly, it was put in their daughters' names who are now my step-sisters Evie and Ellie.
Their biological father, Dick, was a businessman and made a lot of money while being unfaithful to his wife. Financially-speaking, the divorce papers Dad drew up basically set the twins for life. Unlike Jenny and I, Evie and Ellie were identical twins. They were only 5 months younger than us. Dick was half-Korean so the girls inherited some of the cute, slender features Korean idols have while still being tall and slightly curvacious like their mother. They had straight dark hair and those almond-shaped eyes. Despite growing up with them since I was 5, I still saw them as not being the same kind of sister my twin was. I was old enough to understand we weren't really related and as such I had fantasies about them from the first boner I ever got as a kid. I began to notice them in ways I didn't notice girls before. When we hit puberty, their breasts began to come in sooner than Jenny's. I frequently cursed the fact that their mom had to marry my dad. I was stuck in this house with 2 hot quarter-Korean girls whose chests seemed to get bigger every other week. This problem grew over the years and it didn't take a detective to notice all of my high school girlfriends were Asian or some mix. By the time we all left for college, Evie and Ellie were packing 32Ds. I had spent so much time looking at their chests, that I almost didn't notice Jenny had grown into her body as well. One night she was complaining about needing new clothes with our stepmom before making a comment off the cuff about her 36C bras. Well then... now I know.
All 4 of us got scholarships to the same university which was good because it was fairly expensive and we could carpool back and forth for holidays. It was only a few hours drive from home so it was far enough that we didn't feel like we were still living so close to our parents but going home for a weekend was still within the realm of possibility. But it was summer break now and since I was the last one to get home (my flight out of Rome was delayed because of shit weather), I didn't get that usual parking spot I liked so much. I also didn't recognize this car. It's clearly new because it still has the dealer plate on.
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