It was only for a second but it felt like a blissful eternity, but when I realized who I was kissing I freaked. I was about to get off Mabel, but she pushed me off before I could react.
I fell out of the room, and she got up and closed the door in my face. For some reason, I heard Morgan Freeman say, "It was at that moment he knew, he fucked up." He just sat there, with a blush so big and red it made his face look like a tomato. "You ok, kid?" My Grunkle Stan asked. "Y-yeah, I'm okay." And with that, I got up and to get a drink from the kitchen.
When I found nothing appealing in the fridge, I decided to just get a glass of water. I sat on the couch and watched tv, I must have dozed off, cuz next thing I knew, I was dreaming. I could barely remember anything. when I woke up, all I could remember was that it was a wet dream, about my twin, Mable.
I sat up with a jolt, 'oh my god, how could I think about my twin that way, my sweet, innocent, loveable, huggable, kissable, sexy twin. No! Stop thinking like that, she! Is! Your! Twin!' "Uuuuuuhhhhhhggggggggggggggg!!" 'Why can't I stop!' But deep down I knew the answer, I loved her, as more than a twin.