My eyelids are heavy, almost unable to keep them open. Somehow I know I've commited a sin and that I must be punished. Even so, my orders were stated to me loud and clear. I'm laying next to you, my role model, my soul, my twin, my brother. I love your lips, so smooth and beautiful, and I know that it's my duty to protect you from any harm. I want to be in your shoes, if for only an hour. You are so perfect, my beautiful brother. I'm watching your chest, the way it moves up and down, almost a puzzle that I can never figure out. I know every inch of your body, every thing you love, and ever food you eat. I watch you so closely, because you are me. When you talk in your sleep, I know what it is your dreaming, it's about Mother, and not me.

Why must I be cursed with desire? When you walk around and think I know that you are not thinking about me. I want to be noticed, but It always seems that you are busy with business that doesn't concern me. So I sit in a corner and wonder why, you wont notice that I love you eyes. I love the way you dictate, the way people will follow your every command. You are so hypnotic, I can't understand. You're hair is so silky, it's almost like mine, but you were born first, so of course, yours is better. Big brother wouldn't understand why I think this way, sometimes I sit and wonder what I really need to say.

I want to wear your clothes, they are just like mine. Leather that shows off your muscle, clearly something I dont have. I'm so girlish that I bet you think I'm a girl instead. You dont even notice when I kiss your feet, when I worship your body, when I fight for you. Somehow I think that I want to die, maybe you'll miss me, on second thought, maybe not. Your hands are so soft, sometimes I caress them in your sleep, every moan that escapes your lips make me want to sleep like this forever.

I sometimes go to town just to get the food you like, even if it wastes my money, I hate to see you cry. When you laugh I look forward to watching your lips curve, wishing that mine could lay upon them all the day long. I want to touch your neck and chest, to watch you move. I want to hear you moan my name, and worship me like I do you. I want to rip your clothes off and watch you turn pink, I want to fuck you hard and fast and hear you beg for mercy. I want to watch you go into ecstacy with me and not before me, I want to fall on you and feel you caress me.

Big brother watches me close to see if I mess up, so that you can punish and bring pain into my life. I love to fell you beat the shit out of me, I love to watch your angered face look at me. I want to wipe that smirk off your pretty face, I want to sit you on my lap and rock you. I want to kiss your neck and sing to you. I want you to see me god dammit, why wont you? I think I hear big brother coming. He never would understand what i'm feeling. He always thinks I'm just another girl, that he can throw around and fuck up my world. But you save me each and every time, taking me into your arms and soothing me. You hush me and then kiss me, the feel of your lips can kill me. I want you brother, can't you hear me? Untill you know, I shall stay to myself, wishing and wanting you to feel my body as I want to feel yours.

" Yazoo, are you sleeping?"

How can I sleep with your chest moving like that. I'll just do as you wish and fall into sleep.

" I am brother, I'm sleeping with you . My twin, Kadaj."

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So how did you like it, I'm scared that you are going to flame me, so please dont, it's the first time I've ever been in Yazoo's POV so be nice... R&R