Crystal's POV-

The kids were growing so fast, they were twelve already. Not kids, pre-teens. I remember when I was twelve, I got into Bunnymund's case of alcoholic eggnog. Not fun, he yelled at me for hours. Emily has been growing distant from me, no matter what I do... I could be nice, and she would just scoff and walk away her hands on her hips. Charlie is in soccer, he works so hard. Gives me high fives every time his team wins. I feel like I'm getting old...

I walked downstairs, I slept in. It was a weekend, I needed it. Charlie and Emily were on the couch, laughing. They are really close, maybe a little too close... I don't have a problem with them being best friends, but I think Emily has a crush on her brother. It's not right to have that kind of love for a sibling, it's plain wrong. I keep an eye on them, making sure Emily doesn't try anything.

Emily's POV-

I heard my mom walk down the steps, she was watching us. Then I heard her go into the kitchen probably going to make coffee. Dad went shopping, so it was just us and mom. I looked at Charlie, that adorable smile fits him so well. I couldn't help but think of him differently, I loved him more than a brother. It was hard with mom around, she watches us like a hawk!

I looked around, making sure mom wasn't watching. I pressed my lips against Charlie's lips. Just for a few seconds then pulled away, it was my dose of medicine for the next couple hours. He kissed me back, slow and romantic. He was my brother but I didn't care, I loved him! I heard our mom and pulled away, scooting a few inches away from him. Mom came out of the kitchen, and sat in the middle of us. I got up, and went upstairs.

I went into my bedroom and laid on my bed, taking in slow deep breaths and blowing them through my mouth.

"You kissed your brother? Naughty girl."

I looked up, and smiled. It was Riley, she was my ghost-friend. She was fourteen, getting hit by a passing car was her death. She wasn't sad, and she told me she liked roaming the earth, she was glad she had someone like me to talk to. She said all the other spirits, were drunk, or suicidal, or homicidal. No one was okay with being dead like she was. "I can't help it..." I blushed.

"It's okay, If you're happy that's all that matters."

I nodded. I heard a knock, and Riley disappeared. "Come in." I said, and sat down on my zebra print blanket that covered my bed. Charlie opened the door and sat next to me. "You okay?" He asked. His voice was getting deeper, puberty? Nah, his body was still the same shape. "Yeah, perfect now that you're here!" I kissed his cheek. He put his arm around me and held me close, his body heat was warmer than mine, giving me a fulfilling sensation I can't get from anyone else.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him back with me so we laid on the bed staring up at the ceiling. He wrapped his arms around me pulling me on top of him, kissing me. I kissed him back, staring into his big brown eyes. We were in love, despite the fact we are twins. I smiled placing a kiss between his eyes, he intertwined his fingers with mine. "I wish we could run away together..." I whispered, letting my body press against him laying on him. I could feel my breasts squished against his chest, he didn't seem to mind. "Me too." He replied, placing a kiss on my ear lobe. I let out a whine, a pleading whine. My ears were sensitive, a touch tickles and satisfies me. He let his tongue run over my ear, and below it on my neck. I bit my lip letting out a soft moan.

How could something so simple feel so good? I moved my hips, accidently brushing against his crotch. Charlie moaned, and I blushed sitting up. "Sorry..." I said looking away. A blush was still spread plainly across his face, burning away little by little at his confidence. "It actually felt good..." he muttered, I looked at him and giggled. "Your face is so red!" I fell off the bed and laughed.
"It isn't funny!" he crossed his arms. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Oh, c'mere." He pulled me back on the bed, and crashed his lips on mine. He tastes like cinnamon, and smells like cherries, I'm addicted to his rose-pink lips. His chocolate brown hair and eyes. He's my drug, adorable, sweet, funny, immature at times, but he's the best person in the world!

The touch of his hands is enough to make me crazy, his tongue is a hurricane tangled with mine. His eyes are a river of melted chocolate. He's mine. All mine!