Eighteen Goes into Thirty Six Twice
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John Doe. One day, he would be known to everyone in the world. Through nothing magical or especially technical, he would accomplish something so statistically abnormal and so socially unacceptable that it would shake people's perceptions for generations to come.
On July 15th, 2018, he would turn eighteen years old. He would be sharing the party with his sister, Summer. The two of them had lived a rather undesirable life. Neither was popular with other people, did excellently at sports or athletics, or had many of the material things that were so common among their peers. Rather, they lived mostly on the internet in their own small worlds. They also rarely spent time with each other. It had just always felt more comfortable being alone.
But on their birthday, that would forever change.
Their parents had gone out to work. Both their father and mother were obsessive about getting their job tasks completed, even though the workplace didn't much value their contributions. It's not because they were stupid or doing poor work, but because the institutions had been taken over by carelessness - a "do only what you feel you have to" attitude. Apathetic and self-serving people had seemed to flood the interview rooms more and more each year.
Both parents often came home angry and exhausted, and avoided their children. That was fine by them, of course. John and Summer had little interest in interacting with others, and had openly expressed that they didn't enjoy holidays, birthdays, and so on. Their minds were on shaping the world to be more the way that they wanted it to be. And if they wouldn't do that, they'd keep themselves isolated with what they loved.
That night was no different. Though their mother and father made a pit stop to wish each of the fraternal twins a "Happy birthday" in their rooms, they were left alone.
But at 6:00pm, John noticed that his internet connection was dead, and that the modem was showing no data reception. As usual, he pulled out his small USB voice recorder and went about quietly creating a speech that he would later edit for a blog article. It was as he was pacing in his room that he noticed through the window that his parents' primary car was gone. When the car was gone this late, he could be certain that they were either out drinking or staying over at a friend or relative's place. They'd left him alone for the night with his sister. Her car was still blocking his in, because - as usual - he'd been going out less often than she had this month.
In the middle of the concluding summary to his final article, the lights in the house went out. A loud thunder clap startled him. The sound was like hearing the sudden shattering of a large oak tree. Pressing the snooze button on his alarm lit up the screen to show the time as 7:35.
It wasn't long before he heard Summer exit her room, the door to which was across the hall and a few feet down from his. She murmured something and made her way to the bathroom. Her next vocalization was audible throughout most of the house. 'Who's home?!', she'd shouted.
John sighed and stepped over to his door, pulling it back just enough to peer out into the hallway - though he couldn't see anything. He knew the dimensions of the upstairs floor by muscle memory.
"Over here, Summer.", he'd drearily replied. "It's just us."
Her feet padded over the hardwood floor closer to him, and he stepped away from the door.
"It's barely open, use it to feel your way in. When your hand is on the door and the other is stretched out, you can grab my rackspace. Use it to walk over and you'll be at my bed."
She sighed.
'I can't believe this. I was in the middle of editing my post. .. I'd worked a long time on that one.'
He felt her slump down beside him.
"So what was the site you were working on this time?"
It would get hot soon, but, as far as they figured, it'd just be as simple as going down to the basement and stripping. It had become a habit for them individually when no one else was home. The cool air pooled there made it especially relaxing in the days of summer heat. It saved on the a/c, and there was plenty to keep busy with. The basement had been claimed a long time ago as their personal fun room. First with games, then with esoteric memorabilia and creative studio hardware. It was like a place where desks, games, computers, and miscellaneous stuff went to die. In comparison, their rooms were practically barren.
Their parents avoided both the lower and upper floor - instead always holing up in the living room, kitchen, their bedroom, or their combination storage/exercise room. The twins used the other upstairs room as a junk/storage closet - divided down the middle.
'It was my post on a roleplaying forum. I was writing up a sex scene. Well, it was a transition to a sex scene that I had been planning.'
Though she couldn't see it, his eyebrows lifted. It was unusual to hear her talk about sex in general. It wasn't something that either of them was comfortable with casually discussing - mostly because they felt that others were uncomfortable with casually discussing it. Between the two of them, well .. they just avoided that kind of thing most of the time. It felt weird to be talking about sex with each other because they were both virgins and - to be honest - they didn't want to stir their feelings for each other.
Summer and John had always felt little tinglings of attraction toward each other, and both were aware of it. It wasn't hard to notice when he'd stare at her breasts for a second too long, or she'd scope out his body from the abdomen down.
Summer had gotten her looks mostly from her mother - or so she'd tell you. They had the same forehead, the same eyes, the same jawline, nose, lips, and blonde hair. There was a bit of her father in the way her face was set that softened her from her mother's sharper looks. John, on the other hand, had the same Germano-Irish look that his father had. He had a deep brown color to his hair - almost black in certain light or when wet. If you'd put them next to each other, no one would think them to be related, much less fraternal twins.
That only made it easier to fantasize about each other. They'd both had erotic dreams that had somewhat shaken them. Incest wasn't wrong in their eyes - both were culturally abnormal. What made them anxious was the idea of becoming awkward around each other or having to deal with others' reactions. Neither wanted to share a passionate glance or blush if anyone was around.
They'd been teased about kissing by aunts and uncles as kids because of how often they'd played together. That was probably the start of their separation. They'd both gotten so conscious of their sexual attraction that they tried to avoid being around anyone when feeling horny.
But they both knew that tonight they'd be down there, naked together. Neither of them really knew what to do about it, but try to be casual.
'So,', she interrupted his thoughts. 'Are we going downstairs, or what?'
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