A question caught me by surprise-4

I couldn’t breathe. It was like the weight of her confession was
pressing down on my chest, stripping the air from my lungs. I felt like a
goddamn coward.

“It’s weird, and it’s gross, and it’s fucked up, but it’s how I feel,”
Jennifer whimpered, fresh tears spilling from her eyes. “Aren’t you going
to say anything?”

That was the moment that I learned that as unforgiving life can be, once
in a while you get a second chance. I had no idea what I was supposed to
say, and for a few seconds I just stared, trying to formulate a coherent
sentence that captured exactly how I felt about my sister. And then a
little voice in the back of my mind reminded me that we were twins and that
sometimes words were overrated. And so I kissed her.

The next several minutes were a blur, my mind overwhelmed by sensation
and emotion. I let everything I’d been trying to hold back, the love and
pain, into that kiss, savoring it, searing it into my brain. Slowly, the
fear that it wasn’t real, that this was nothing more than the tortuous
machination of a desperate subconscious faded away, and I began to simply
enjoy the simple sensations. The faint scent of strawberries. The slight
pebbled texture of her tongue. The steady cadence of her breath.