Warning: Incest

You sigh and shut your laptop. There’s no good reason why you keep doing this to yourself, but you’re starting to think maybe you’re some kind of masochist. Jake isn’t interested in you at all, at least not like that and the more you talk to him the more obvious it becomes. He’s oblivious to your hints, but you can’t fault him for that because you’re too scared to come out and say how you actually feel about him. Every little thing he does is a reminder to how great he is, and even more of a reminder to what you can’t have. You’re not even in his league. He’s got everything going for him; good looking, great sense of humor, even his clothes and hair are picked and styled to perfection. You can’t really think of any flaw he might have except for maybe his choice of movies but you could work on that if he’d give you the chance to show you.
You sigh again, and walk down to the living room. Your twin brother is already in there watching TV, bowl of Cheetos resting on his chest, and taking up every inch of the couch with his body. He raises his head slightly and nods; you offer a small quirk of the lips and nothing more. When you approach the couch, he picks his feet up to give you room to sit down and then drops them down into your lap.
“Hey,” he says without looking at you. You slouch down, elbow digging into the armrest and you lean your head on your hand.
“Hi,” you reply shortly. That’s enough to get him to focus on you instead of the TV, though you aren’t sure if you like that much better.
“Everything okay?” he asks, and you meet his eyes and see his brow furrowed in concern. He sets the bowl down on the floor and sits up, keeping his legs on you though.
“I don’t know, I guess. I’m just dumb,” you start and his brow just knits even tighter.
“That’s the biggest load of bull I’ve ever heard. You’re not dumb, you’re smart. Smarter than me, and okay maybe that doesn’t mean much, but seriously. What’s going on?”
“It’s just Jake-“
He cuts you off before you can even say anything else. He’s heard similar versions of this same story countless times by now. It’s probably getting really old to him.
“Let me guess, you guys talked and you made some kind of advancement that he shot down and then you took it personally and came down here.”
You nod. He rolls his eyes.
“Come on, bro. You need to just get over him. He’s not into you like that.”
You push his feet off you and cross your arms over your chest. Leave it to Dave to tell you stuff you already know.
“I know that, okay? But you don’t know what it’s like. He’s not like anyone else. He’s smart, funny, outgoing. Everything I’m not and that’s what makes him so perfect and that’s what makes it hard for me to just get over him. It’s not simple.”
“It is simple, it’s totally simple.”
“How can you-“
He cuts you off again, only this time with his mouth on yours. It’s a small gesture, and it doesn’t last long but he lingers over your mouth and you can feel his warm breath against your lips before he pulls back completely.
“It’s that simple,” is all he says. Your brain has completely shut down, and you don’t say anything. You don’t even move apart from breathing and he goes back to looking at the TV as if nothing happened. You have been thrown through a loop. Of course you would have never considered your brother as a potential love interest.
But looking at it now, it makes more sense than anyone else does. No one gets you quite like he does, though he has the unfair advantage of being your twin. But you compliment each other so nicely, it’s like yin and yang which is so cliché to even think and you know if you told him that he’d never let you live it down. And it’s then that you realize that it’s not just the physical things that matter to make someone perfect and you don’t even know what you saw in Jake at all anymore. Without a word, you crawl over Dave’s lap and lay down on top of him. He seems startled, but says nothing and weaves his fingers in your hair and plays with it while you both watch whatever show he chose to melt his brain with. When it switches to a commercial you lean up return the favor, and you’re not surprised at all when he kisses you back. It lasts longer than the first, and you establish a rhythm that’s slow and deliberate because it’s not like there’s any real hurry. You have your whole lives to do this if you wanted. The kiss ends when the show comes back on. You both settle back against the couch, you can see a small smile on his lips and you feel your own smile in return.
“Took you long enough,” he mockingly chastises and you do nothing but grin as you nuzzle into his chest and breathe him in.