Characters/pairings: Murphy/Connor, their mother Spoilers: No Rating: Pretty innocent, but if twincest really creeps you out, you probably shouldn't read it.
Copyright: I don't own BDS, but someone does.
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"Aww ma, do we hav'ta wear suits?" Murphy squirmed as his mother tried to tighten the tie.
"Yeah, ya do. And ye better shut yer mouth about it or I'll make your bum red." With a quick jerk the tie was snug and she began fussing with his hair, trying to get the part perfect.
Murphy eyed his mother as she went to work on his hair, wondering if she was to be tested today. With a warning glance, he knew that he better behave.
"Okay." She put the last swipe on his geled hair. "Now go get yer brother so I can torture him the same."
Murphy darted off towards the room he shared with Connor. Connor was in front of the mirror, already dressed with the tie secure around his neck.
"What the hell?" Murphy stopped short in the door way.
"You better not let ma hear you talk like that, she'll wash yer mouth out real good."
Murphy glanced over his shoulder be could tell his mother was still in the bathroom down the hall. "I'm not worried 'bout her. Look at you, all dressed up. You looking to pick up a cousin or something?"
Murphy ducked as Connor swung, but Connor, anticipating it, dropped his fist and bonked him on the head. Murphy shoved his brother away, patting down his hair. "Lay off, or ma'll want to do it over." He ignored Connor's smirking.
"C'mon, ma'll be wanting to do yers next." He grabbed Connor's hand and dragged him to the bathroom, but their mother wasn't there. Catching sight of her in the kitchen, Murphy began leading the way, "Ma! Ma! I caught him. He didn't--."
"Aw shove it Murph'." Connor tried to pass his brother as they went through the doorway, so he could look like he came willingly. But the arch into the kitchen was narrow and the two ten-year-olds had grown over the autumn, and for a minute neither could move.
Over the course of them bickering on who should move out of whose way, their mother's laughter rung out. Stopping long enough to glance at her, she pointed above them. Both glancing up, they saw the sprigs of mistle-toe hanging above their heads.
Still laughing, their mother nearly screeched, "Go ahead and kiss boys, don't want to break tradition. Bad luck, ye know!"
Red flushing both their faces, they turned away from one another, one heading to the kitchen, the other to their bedroom.
