Fade into You
She could hear him scream through the wall. It wasn't all that loud to be fair but she could always hear him. She just assumed it was a twin thing. She acted like she hated him every day, she ignored and verbally teased him every day at school but at night when it was dark and no-one else was around she could give in to how freaked out she was for him.
She swung her long legs out of bed and crept quite silently out of her room and down the hall a bit to his. A moment of doubt struck her but she shook it off and knocked quietly at his door. She heard his response to her unanswered question. I'm fine mum go back to sleep. He thought she was mum, she turned the door knob and let herself in.
He was in the process of changing his pj bottoms, his soiled ones were round his ankles, and he had his drawer open looking for some clean boxers when he realised she had come in.
He had turned bright red when he had realised she could see he had wet the bed again and worse he was naked from the waist down - she assumed he felt it was more ammunition for her to use against him. He told her to fuck off and tried to get his feet out of his pjs and clean shorts on at the same time but got all tangled up.
She hadn't spoken yet - but what was she going to say. Are you okay? seemed stupid. Had another bad dream? was pointless - clearly he had and clearly it was terrifying enough that at 17 he was still wetting the bed in terror. So she said nothing. She walked silently towards him and the drawer. He scrambled backwards, she could see he was unnerved, he was used to her being mean and uncaring towards him not silent and she supposed that was maybe a little creepy.
She took some clean boxers from the drawer and handed them to him and then knelt down to help him get his pjs off. He kept his hands in front of his cock and balls and she kept her eyes averted anyway. Tonight was weird enough without turning this into some weird incestuous twin porn story. He dropped the boxers down to her and she helped him get his feet in them and then stood up. She turned away while he bent down and pulled them up. When she turned back he was dressed and rubbing his hand across his face. He still looked confused at her, and she was still not talking to him.
She stepped closer to him and took his hand and led him from the room, back down the hall and into her room where she put him into bed and got into bed beside him.
They were silent for a few minutes and then he asked her what the fuck was happening. She was quiet for a few minutes longer and then spoke. ' i'm scared for you Paul, I'm fucking terrified. And I'm jealous. You're mum's favourite, you have mac and dad left and i have no-one who cares whether I'm happy or sad or even here. And that includes you. we're twins and you hate me, and i wake up every night hearing you scream and feel even more alone.'
She stopped then and turned her head away. She could feel him digesting what she said, and then felt him reaching across for her hand. She felt him entwine his fingers with her own and then heard him whisper ' I don't hate you Anna, sometimes i don't get you and since dad left you can be an utter bitch but i don't hate you. You have me, always have had me and more than likely always will. I don't think bed-wetting teenage boys are top of the list as potential boyfriend material for girls. Even more so are boys who have end of the world nightmares and end up in bed with their sister.' He squeezed her hand. She rolled onto her side and put her arm round his waist and told him to sleep.
For the first time in six months Paul didn't have a nightmare. Anna was just pleased she didn't wake up in a puddle of pee. Or at least that's what she told him. In the light of day they went back to being antagonistic to each other, but every night after the first scream Anna would bring him back into her room, clean him up and help him sleep.