Pulling ones self out of bed before the sun could be a difficult task. Especially if the body is worn and the mind is drained. Slumber was always a decent solution to fatigue. Dreams on the other hand, were not so nice. The subconscious will always find a way to express your fears, to give you little clues in dark rooms. Maybe you'll understand, maybe you will not. That is up to you and your perception.
The twin's rose before their room mate. They dressed quickly, daring not a word until both were headed down the steps of the dilapidated complex. Each nursed a cigarette, enjoying the burn, cold air intensifying their early morning high.
"Why did she nail ye in the nose?" Conner asked, a smile creeping over his face.
Murphy sighed, debating on whether or not to ignore the question. On one hand, his brother would possibly let it go. On the other hand, he may just press the matter acting like the child he was at heart, and embarrass Murphy in the process. Giving in was best.
"I called 'er a bitch."
He winced while his brother broke into a fit of laughter. "I would 'ave punched ye too. I'm surprised she didn' break it."
The sun had yet to rise, eyes were having to adjust. They followed the path of light from the street lamps, noting just how dead it was. Being in an Irish neighborhood normally meant a hustle and bustle even before they had pulled from their warm beds.
"I learned me lesson."
"Bet ye did." A retort followed by more laughter.
Connor and Murphy reached the small convenient store, one opening the door, holding it with hand so that the other would catch the handle and follow behind. They were greeted with a smile from behind the counter, exchanging pleasantries, having a brief conversation on what the service would be like this morning. All hoped that the priest would finally speak on something other than hell. Maybe more about the atrocities surrounding their every day life in Boston. Connor searched the breakfast isle, reaching quickly for a few packaged pastries. Murphy took three insolated cups from a newly cleaned counter, adding sugar and creamer to each before filling them with black, fresh coffee. "She like's Coffee, righ'?" He asked, using a straw to stir each cup before adding a plastic lid.
"ye should know this, brudder." Connor answered, leaning in to grab a cup, tasting and making a funny face. "Taste's like shit, Murph."
"Shut it!"
The older woman behind the counter smiled. Seeing the twins go on as they were brought back memories of her own children at that age. While she had many, they were much older and had moved farther out.
Each placed their grabs onto the counter, eyes skimming for cheap packages of full flavor cigarette's.
It was Murphy who spoke up first, asking for three packs of smokes. He pulled his wallet free and paid, taking the plastic bag that was offered, placing each item inside carefully.
On the way back to the apartment, they noticed that the streets had blown up with people. Many were dressed nice, heading to homes of family members, most getting ready for the morning service.
Despite his earlier comment, Connor finished his coffee quickly, tossing the empty container in a trash bin sitting just near someone's front steps. "Are ye goin' ta try and work this out wit her?" He asked, pulling a cigarette from his pocketed pack.
Murphy nodded, taking a sip of his still nearly full cup. "yeah." he paused for a moment, looking to his brother.
"ye won't be flirtin' wit her will ye?"
Connor gave a puzzled look. "huh?"
"I know ye had sex wit her, Conn. I saw it and she told me."
Another long pause.
Connor exhaled a cloud of smoke. "It was only the one time an I wont be doin' it again. Are ye mad about it?"
Murphy shrugged "I don' know. We can talk more 'bout it when we git finished with church."
A nod was all that was necessary.
Kat was having a down right nightmare. She dreamed of death. The body of an unrecognizable man lay in a pool of his own blood. A black hand gun was clutched tightly between her fingers. Had she killed him? It was surreal. Vines started wrapping around the body, flowers sprouting from between patches of deep green leaves. She could have sworn that her ears were picking up familiar accented voices. The girl was tossing in her sleep, mumbling unintelligible nonsense. Sweat was starting at her brow. Her body ceased its moving, brain recognizing something soft pressing to her forehead. It was out of dream land and into reality.
Blue eyes opened slowly, vision blurred, confusion settling in.
The dream, forgotten.
A soft smile spread.
Murphy lay beside her on the pallet, a cup being held by his left hand. "Hey" he whispered, leaning in once more to place a tender kiss on her forehead. "You git enough beauty rest, girl?"
Kat moaned, shaking her head. She scooted forward, pressing her body into his. "I wanna go back to sleep.." he placed an arm around her, pulling her chest flush against his own. "No, love. Yer comin' at church wit us."
"I'm not Catholic." She tried to justify going back to sleep.
Never the less, it did not work. Murphy stood, sitting his cup on the floor nearest the window. He reached down, taking a firm hold of the blanket and jerked it away. Kat screeched, clawing for her blanket, looking more like a vampire trying to hide from non-existent sunlight. "Give it back!" She shouted. Murphy chuckled, balling up the material and tossing it, easily, to Connor.
"ye watch it" The blonde warned "She might' jus' bust tha' nose of yer's again."
Stealing Kat's blanket was like taking honey from a bear. A short, young, angry bear. Murphy had a half cup of hot coffee thrown at him while Connor's cheeks held a scratch. They found it hilarious. They even went as far as flushing the toilet while she showered. There was no way the neighbors didn't hear her cursing and shrieking. "How the hell did I ever get burdened with you two!"
"Ye didn' have anywhere at go, lass. Remember?"
Oh, she remembered. How could she ever even think of forgetting?
"Ye were wet and scared. Jus' like a mean little kitten." Murphy smiled.
"Someone had taken yer purse and ye jus' couldn't seem at git anyone ta believe yer age. All ye wanted was a pint!" Connor chuckled. "So we saved ye. Took ye in. Even helped ye git yer shit together."
She rolled her eyes. "I was not that helpless!"
Both men looked at each other then to her , nodding. "yes ye were" They said in unison.
Kat turned the knob, easing the water flow to a full stop. She reached to grab the towel that was placed upon an old chair just outside of the shower curtain. Murphy perked up instantly upon seeing a naked arm. He shoved at his brother, giving a serious look. "Out" He mouthed.
Connor rolled his eyes and motioned towards the clock on the wall. "No time" he whispered. "We 'ave at git to mass."
She was fully unaware of the attempt. Murphy wanted to have her to himself. It was early. He was horny. And why wouldn't he be? The man was starting to feel like a damned teenager all over again! He couldn't even find peace in slumber. She was freshly washed, he did love clean skin, and still naked.
A soft whine came from the darker headed twins lips. "Fine…" He began to think of the most horrendous things possible, hoping that something would drain the blood from his erection.
It was true that they saved Kat from, more than likely, becoming someone's bitch or a street walker. The girl was on her own in a city where she knew no one. A place that was completely foreign to her. People weren't as nice as they were back home in Georgia. There was no southern hospitality here. Then again, that was quickly fleeting back home. She would never admit how much they helped her. The girl wasn't too prideful. Yet she would never admit to them being her hero's. It was embarrassing.
When Kat pulled the curtain back, she was wrapped in the over large blue towel. Her hair was still damp, straight, clinging to the sides of her face. Murphy had been smoking the last bits of his cigarette while Connor sat at the kitchen table, waiting. Murphy swallowed hard, hands going to grab yet another smoke. His blue eyes darkened, cheeks flushed, and that heart started a vigorous tempo. Connor watched as his brother rushed to light the cigarette, hands fumbling. He rolled his eyes. "I tink ye should hurry and git dressed before this horn dog starts humpin' yer leg." Kat quickly looked to the 'horn dog' in question. A smile spread across her pale face. ' So it's that serious, huh?'. In her mind, it was alright to go about with her thoughts. She had been teased and harassed all morning. "Hey Conner."
The blonde looked to her "Yeah?"
"Look away."
He didn't have to be told twice.
Murphy got a fantastic view as his dear lass, naked as the day she was born. He bit into the filter of his cigarette and stared in morbid fascination. Kat held the towel in one hand, feet carrying her to stand between him and the bed opposite of his own. She leaned in, taking his cigarette with her free hand. "What's wrong, love?" A deep inhale, smoke sticking, burning.
"Ummm…Yer naked. An Connor is still in here." He began to pray to God.
"You want me, Murphy?" And the way she was speaking! Her voice was sultry, smooth. Murphy let his eyes slide. They moved from her pretty face, down to her ample bosom and finally stopped at the smooth skin between her thighs. He could have sworn he was salivating.
"Why not call off church and we can spend the morning in bed..?"
This time, it was Kat who got hit with a cup of liquid. The mood was lost. Murphy burst into laughter, rolling over onto his side while his dear love gasped and glared at Connor.
"No time! Church!" he chastised.
They were late to service. All seat's were filled, save for a place to stand just near the front door's. Connor and Murphy were wearing their usual get up. Old blue jean's, black shirt's, black pea coat's, boot's, and their rosary's. Kat chose something different than her usual bum gear. She wore a black, sleeveless dress. Since the air was cooler than normal, the girl donned her black long sleeved sweater. Just a hint of make-up. Those vibrant blue eye's stuck out. Many people couldn't help but to stare. Murphy felt his head grow three time's it's usual size. While he tried his best to keep all thought's on the service, he couldn't help the growing number of perverted scenario's. Connor was also trying to pay attention to service. He couldn't seem to keep his eye's from Kat. Their sexual adventure played through his head. Over and over again. While, on one hand, he had sworn to himself to never touch her in that manner again. The other hand ached to be filled with something sweet. Their fucking was by far one of the best for him. Every now and then, those eye's would travel back to one of the many speaker's.
His last stare down did not go unnoticed. Murphy bit into his tongue. He was beginning to think that his forgiveness and trust would not be as easily won as first thought. Anger and jealousy was starting to bite at every nerve. The twin's were known for their bickering and scrapping. Never for something like this.
Ma surely would have beat the two then give Kat a stern talking to.
Kat made it outside first. Connor and Murphy were off to the normal routine of kissing the feet of their beloved savoir. She took a cigarette from a pocket hidden away on the inside of her sweater, lighting the papery end and inhaling deeply. Her mind was not on either of the guys. A weird feeling swam in her gut. Their was something abnormal in her dream world. While she couldn't remember the dream, she could remember the feeling. It was not a good one. It frightened her. Inhaling deeply once again, she carefully leaned her body into a rail. Her eye's gazed down below, a smile gracing those lip's upon seeing small group's of children run along. She continued to watch and smoke, paying no attention to anyone else around.
A hand harshly jerked her body from the rail, spinning around to face it's owner. 'Murphy?'
Kat's eye's were wide, her heart thumping. "What the hell? I nearly hit you!" He had a look she could not place. His own eye's were dark. Mouth twisted into a frown. "We need ta talk, girl." Murphy began to quickly walk, pulling her along by her upper arm, finger's never loosening from their firm grip.
"About what?" She struggled to keep up, nearly failing miserably. He did not speak, only continued that furious pace, ignoring all of her question's, save one. "Where's Connor?"
"Shut it!"
Kat glared, immediately trying to jerk free of his hand. "Let me go! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
This went on, people watching in morbid fascination, until she was pulled into their apartment building, up the stair's and pushed into the front door. After catching her balance, she sat in a chair next to the kitchen table. "You better explain yourself, Murphy. I don't have time for bullshit."
Murphy's body stiffened, feet carrying him to sit opposite of her. A cigarette was pulled free and lit, elbow resting on the cleaned table top, chin resting in the up turned hand. His eye's focused on the girl. "Why did ye 'ave sex wit Connor?"
"Why are we talking about this?" Kat glared, hands going to rest on her knee's. "I thought were going to just leave it alone?"
He smiled angrily "No, I saw how he was lookin' at ye durin' church."
"What? When?"
"Why did ye sleep wit me brudder? Do ye want him, still?"
"Fuck you."
She stood, walking to stand behind the chair, and pushed it to rest under the kitchen table.
Murphy stood just as she, nearly knocking his own seat to the floor. "Answer the fuckin' question, girl! Is it tha' hard for ye too?" He took a hit from the cigarette, holding it in his lungs until a burn started to make itself known.
"No!" Kat yelled back, slamming her hands onto the table top. "I fucked your brother because you left me! I was alone! I needed a distraction! He is my friend and I trust him!"
"Who started it?" That deep voice calmed .
She let her gaze go to her hands, cheek's flushing. "I did…."
He flopped back down into the chair "Kat, tell me this last thin'."
Her canine's held tightly to her tongue "What?"
"Who has the bigger cock?"
Kat frowned, staring him dead in the eye. "Do what?"
"Ye fuckin' heard me"
Her mind whirled, memories of the two plastering pictures "I think…"
"Don't think! Jus' answer the question! "
She glared once more, wanting so much to break his nose. "You."
Murphy held an emotionless face for a solid minute before his lip's broke into a shit eating grin.
The front door burst open causing Kat to jump, eye's going wide.
"There's no fuckin' way that she's telling' ye the truth!" Connor stalked inside, yelling at his brother. Murphy gloated "Yes, she is! I'm older, ye fuck!"
At first, Kat had no clue what was going on.
She soon remembered a conversation they had with their Ma just month's earlier.
Connor was right though. This time, she did break Murphy's nose.
AN- Help me add to the story! What do you want to read? :)
