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Hi there,

This is an old new story. Intrigued? Just read on and send your comments to
the usual dwelling of the guilty party. ;)

-jan




The Reunion

By

Jan Vincent


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 if I could trust him anymore.

I waited for Megan to arrive at my place. We had to cram for our 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," Megan said, facing our teacher.

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,' I thought. Megan was an impatient girl. She 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 our 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 what was going on... 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 from seeing 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,
her slender body 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
Mata Hari looks 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 angry staring 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 and dark
hair, whereas I had blue eyes and light blond hair. Besides, his skin tanned
one 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. All of a sudden 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 that, 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 her bed, staring into space again.
Realizing I was in her room, she switched the bedside lamp on.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm worried about you."

"Since when?"

"Since you 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 were 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 girl'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 to ourselves."

She said "Mom and Dad" as if were related... 'Megan doesn'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 to 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 eyes of a temptress 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 hypnotize 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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