A/N: Okay! So here I am again trying desperately to write something that I personally like. I wrote this story before hand and decided to post it for the hell of it. It's a bit weird and stuff so, I think all the creepy people such as myself will enjoy it. This is in fact TWiNCEST so if this kind of thing peeves you please exit now, and go watch some South Park and get a sense of humor. For the rest of you, ENJOY! ^.^

Revelation of Truth

If I was to die, the last thing I would want to see or think about is my brother. I would want to see the last time he gave me a true smile. I wouldn't think of my future wife or kids, just him. All because of how much guilt I feel. I remember the day as if it was yesterday, the day I destroyed my brother.

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"Hey" George whispered in my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist. I cringed. Why the hell is he doing this in public? He always agreed with me that it would be kept private, but we don't really agree anymore.

"Hi, uh, George…can we go talk?" This was it though, I was sick of his shit. I was leaving him. I don't care if he's my twin or not, I can't stand the looks I get. I want my family back; I don't want to be disowned anymore. I love them all the more too much. I sound like a girl. Fuck.

He sat down across from me and looked down at the leg of the chair I was sitting in as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. George could tell what was about to happen. Our feelings meshed oddly like that, he could tell what I was going to do when ever he looked into my eyes. That's why he wouldn't look at me.

"George, I love you" He looked up the chair a little more, to my knees.

"I love you too, Fred"

"Then you will understand what I am about to tell you" He nodded and I continued, "When we first starting going out, it was great. There was nothing that could stop either of us from being together. But that has changed now"

"It hasn't changed, you have" He said, finally looking at me, "I can tell. Every time I go near you, you freeze up. And when I touch you, you shudder and cringe. I pretend not to notice. It's hard, but I'll keep doing it".

"I don't want you to. I can't do it anymore. I do not enjoy living a bloody lie" I said, my voice slightly rising with annoyance. How could he want to do that?

"It's not a lie! Maybe you might change your mind!"

"What the fuck?! George, that's ridiculous! I won't do that! Stop acting like a dolt and get with the picture. I do not want to keep going on like this. I'm sorry, but I will not, and I can not" I looked at his face in a sideways glance, just in time to see a tear slide down his cheek. I quickly looked away feeling my own tears well up.

Standing up, I looked at him once more before I spoke.

"I'll always love you George" I whispered.

He did nothing nor said a word. He just sat there, staring at the chair I was sitting in as I walked out the door.