Getting better step by step.

A hot shower and another hours long cry works miracles, giving you the strength to make the hardest step, asking for help. You spend the morning looking up therapists online and after a particularly painful discussion with your mother and father, they agree that you will do better on your own and seeking professional help, and they agree to give you some money to get started.

You are half hoping your therapist will be a sleazy stud or babe with boundary issues, but instead they are incredibly unfuckable, maddeningly patient, and insultingly obvious in their observations...all of which helps you accept things you already recognized. Like your sister for instance. It is not uncommon for long lost family members to share intense sexual attraction once they reunite as a part of transference of years of emotion built up and bursting out in the wrong places. Your therapist would remind you here that they aren't wrong places, just unhealthy ones, which lets you know you might be ready to talk to Emma again.

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"Oh my gawd, we are such twinsies. My therapist said the same thing to me. It's like we were estranged but still living in the same house. Then we connected and SPLOOSH. Oh she also says I totes fall back on childhood speech patterns due to unprocessed trauma, so if I start talking like a teacher that's why." Emma laughs instead of crying and you join her, then you both end up crying anyway. You end catching up and comparing conquests and their cocksmanship, getting catty about competition and feeling really connected again. It's a great brunch at the little hole in the wall a friend took you to once.

Emma finally feels comfortable enough to ask the big unasked question. "Okay, so Maggie actually doesn't hate you anymore, and we are still cock solid and seeing other people on the side, but we agreed it would be best if I went back to being your twin sister and we can all be besties." You know it won't be as simple as all that, if only because you can tell by the way Emma is fellating her straw she still has some crossed wires where you are concerned and you are pretty sure the hard on threatening to burst through your panties is for her and not your elderly waiter. At least you hope so, you've got enough hang ups as it is.

"Emma, we both know it won't be that easy, but as long as I get my twin back, I don't mind pretending like it will be until it actually is." You hold her hand and you both pretend you aren't imagining each others tongues twirling, and after awhile, you actually aren't. Of course, then you find yourself actually wondering if dirty old men make better kissers, so you get the check and make plans to meet Mag'Emms soon.

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Weeks pass and things are going great with Mag'Emms, but you barely get to see them for all your studying. You missed Prom and didn't meet the requirements for graduation, but over the Summer you have surprised all your teachers by pulling your grades up and on got the credits you need to graduate. You've been working nights to save up for school, interested in psychology or whatever grabs you next. You have actually started enjoying being alone, but now you are ready to take the next hardest step and seek out closure. It's crazy, or as your therapist would say, 'unlikely to result in the desired outcome, but maybe just unlikely to result in the desired outcome enough to work.