Dark Allures

Growing up my sister and I were never good at sharing things. Our mom thinks that after sharing a womb for nine months we couldn't handle sharing anything else.

We fought over the toys we played with, the music that played in the car, where we would go for dinner. We even fought over friends that we made when we first started school. Demanding the other kids in class to pick which one of us they liked more.

When I started playing soccer, she joined a team. When I sprained an ankle, she had to break an arm. When I wanted to learn to play the guitar she had to as well, and she had to be better than me.

That's probably why despite being twins we ended up so different. At a certain point we had to pivot our tastes away from the others so radically we wouldn't constantly be fighting over everything. Not that the fighting stopped completely.

She took up running in highschool and became more of a party girl. Meanwhile I stayed at home and spent more time on my computer. Making friends online that she wouldn't be able to steal away from me.

At eighteen years old you wouldn't even think we were cousins, let alone brother and sister. She bleached her hair blonde and straightened it everyday. Taking on this whole pink pastel style, with crop tops, mini skirts, nails and lashes. Braces to make her smile perfect and a skincare routine that seemed more complicated a ritual than summoning demons.

I took the style of having no style. Keeping my hair brown and curly, using baggy shirts to hide the fact that I wasn't physically any bigger than my sister. Little care for how I looked, or smelt. To a stuck up perfectionist like my sister, my mear existence was an affront. She called me gross or a loser, but I took that with pride. A kind of assurance she wasn't going to try and steal my things anymore.

But despite us being so different now, there was still one place where our tastes aligned…

“Finn!.” Mom's voice boomed up the stairs.

Uuughhh. I knew exactly what was coming.

“Come down here and say hello to your sister's friend.”

I hated that she still treated me like a kid. That she still took any excuse to me out of my room. Being stubborn would just make things worse, so I took a deep breath and went downstairs to get this over with.

“Ah, here he is.” My mom announced as I dragged myself down the stairs. “Out of his cave and into the light.”

The three of them were standing at the door. My mom, Sam, my sister and Candi.

“Say hello to our guest Finn.” She scolded me.

“Hi Candi.” I dryly replied as my mother rushed over to mess with my hair.

Candi was such a contrast to my sister, but in a very different way than I was. Sam was petite, fit and an eyesore of vibrant colour choices. Candi was…. to put it politely, a big titty Goth Gf. Dark hair and flawless pale skin. Fishnet stocking gripping into her lovely thick thighs. She wore tight jeans shorts and this tiny v neck crop top with a leather jacket on top. Her tits practically exploding out, and she definitely didn't wear a bra. Through the thin black material of her shirt were big hard and pierced nipples poking out. Just begging for someone to suck on them.

She was way cooler than me. Or my sister. Just the way she stood, the way she chose to dress. It showed so much confidence. And she had tattoos! Some cutesy little designs and some bigger more artistic pieces over her arms. I never put much effort into anything, but around her? Whenever I was near Candi I just felt this need to impress her, to make her think I was even half as cool as she was.

“Gosh, Finn! You smell disgusting!”

“Moomm.” My face went flush, Sam giggling in the background.

“When was the last time you showered?” She was fussing over my hair, trying to keep it out of my eyes.

“Mom please.” I pushed her hands away. “I said hello, now can I go back to my room?”

I felt pathetic as I said it. Asking my mom if I could be dismissed in front of the two girls. Sam was loving this, giggling in that annoying high pitched tone and whispering in Candi's ear. Candi didn't seem quite as amused, she was just staring at me. I couldn't read the expression through the dark, stylised makeup she wore. Was she pitying me? Or just embarrassed for me.

“No. Dinner's almost ready, so you can stay down here like a civilised human being and keep Miss Candi company while your sister helps set the table.”

“Umm, what?” Sam said. Suddenly far less amused. “We've going out to a party tonight mom! We don't have time for dinner!

“What lame ass party starts this early?”

“Like you'd ever get invited to a party freak!”

“Samantha!” She strained her voice. Trying not to shout in front of the guest. “Be nicer to your brother! We are a family, we don't treat each other like that!”

She took a breath to calm herself. Speaking more softly, as if she hadn't just been on the verge of exploding.

“This is Candice's first time staying over. It's our duty to keep her entertained and to feed her a lovely home cooked meal.”

“I'd love to taste some of your delicious creations Ms. Farley.” Candi said.

“Wonderful girl.” She smiled, turning off to the kitchen. “Hurry up now Sam.”

“Uuughh.” Sam groaned. Scowling at me. “Don't do anything creepy loser.”

“Fuck you.”

“Don't touch, or even look at her. I'll be done in a minute.” She turned to Candi and that scowl brightened into a smile. She checked to see if mom was in the kitchen yet and then gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Holding her hand while their lips met. “Sorry about this.”

“We still have all tonight.” Candi smiled back. Giving my sister a slap on the ass as she hurried off into the kitchen.

“Finn!” My mom yelled out again. “Have you asked your sister friend if she would like a drink yet?”

“Of course I have!” I shouted back.

Yeah. Her ‘friend’ alright. Her very good friend.

Such good friends they couldn't keep their hands off each other at school. And were regularly seen making out in the library when they were supposed to be studying.

Food, clothing, movies, games. Me and my sister didn't share any of the same tastes. But when it came to women?

We both had the exact same taste in women.