Love Knows No Gender or Other... Lol

The Twins

My name is Chris, I have a twin named Lance. We were born on a stormy night in L.A late November. My mother Lilith remembers this night as the greatest night of her life. My dad Paul says he wishes it were different... See my mom had a dula instead of going to a normal hospital we were born at a birth center. The full water birth and all... Dad wasn't even in the room. The lady said he was a distraction. To this day dad says that it's the birthing processes fault that we both turned out the way we did. Which was two healthy baby boys with blue eyes and blonde hair. Just want he wanted... Sports was his thought...
We had a normal childhood I think so. I liked dolls and my brother like moms high heels and jewelry... Boys are supposed to do that... Right? Well I think it was normal. Dad would get so mad he would just leave for a bit... No abuse so don't think that...

This is the big kicker my mom was a busy body once her maternity leave was up she went back to work; dad had never left work so a nanny was brought in. We didn't really connect with our folks all that much. They bought us a lot of stuff and came to school functions when they were not swamped. No maternal instincts one of our many nannies told us once.

I hit puberty early well for my family it was... It was just the beginnings if it I was twelve. My voice stated getting scratchy and I got tall. My hair darkened which was a shame to mom an dad. Instead of pale blonde like Lance mine was more dirty blonde. My eyes darkened out as well dark blue depths mom called them. It was my emotions that really took the hit. I had always noticed I liked Lance more than I should. He was the one person that could calm me when I got mad, and when our parents didn't know what to do with me any more. He could make the day worth while. He was the sweet one out of the two of us. With his pale blonde so close to white but not quit there hair, and his piercing baby blue eyes. It gave him that something interesting since I was the plain; always in trouble for something, side our parents didn't seem to need.

I didn't understand what it meant to like my twin until I got sick. I got the flu bad. The nanny we had at the time; Fawna, literally separated us. To keep him from catching it too. (She lost her job after this by the way) She pretty much left me all alone in one of the up stairs guest rooms. I woke up one night to the sound of something in the room moving. I sit up and it's Lance. He is changing my bed, cleaning up putrid substances off the floor and has brought my medicine plus broth to eat. He notices that I'm watching him and smiles. Telling me to rest up so I can get better. That he misses me being there to play. We were fourteen at the time, he still loved to play games, but with such a big house full of stuff more for grown ups we had to do something to keep us out of trouble... So games of the imagination kept us busy. He loved to pretend I was his husband and we lived a fancy life. That was just one of many games he enjoyed.

On our sixteenth birthday, Lance told me; his big secret, he was gay, and that I wasn't allowed to tell dad... He said that mom knew and was happy for him. I smiled at him holding him close breathing in his sent... Oh how I loved his smell; a natural honey and mint, like the tea he drinks. It always makes me smile. I told him I was too but only had eyes for one person... He said that he was the same... That's when he kissed me.

It was well a loss of words for sure. I just kissed back with all that I had. I never even half thought he would share the same feelings as I did for him.

Our worst luck happened; in that same happy moment, dad walked into our room to call us down for dinner...

He jerked me by the hair of the head... That's all I remember. I woke up a day later at the hospital two towns over with mom in the chair next to me...

From here our lives where going to get a bit rocky...