I like to be able to pack a bag and go wherever I want on whim; I like my walls not smeared with finger print marks, and I definitely enjoy not having the heavy weight of someone's life on my shoulders.
While me and my twin’s life are indefinitely intertwined, it’s how we like it. He’s my lifelong companion, in a sense, and I don’t see the need for a serious relationship or marriage. I’m content, beyond content, really.
We have our businesses, ones we thoroughly enjoy running. We have the club, and we have pockets of fun with whatever woman we want to. Sometimes we share and other times we have our own flings.
Life is graciously uncomplicated and enjoyable. Honestly, it’s a miracle we’re happy here in Tampa, sticking close to our family and figuring out what direction we want.
“Oh my goodness, Brynny, you’re a mess,” my mother Maggie says as she comes outside. “It’s almost dinner time, you gave her a cookie?” she scolds and I shrug my shoulders.
“It’s what she wanted.”
My mother sighs, like I’m exhausting. In fact, I think she thinks we’re all exhausting, maybe not Aiden, my older brother. He was kind of perfect in every sense; I guess minus the fact he also doesn’t plan to give her grandchildren. Sometimes I wonder if Lincoln knew that by giving my mother grandchildren thewhole adopted cousin fucking thing would be swept under the rug.
By the way my mother looks at the chocolate-covered menace of a child, that theory would be correct. I can’t deny that she’s cute, favoring Penny more in looks with her bright blonde hair and baby blue eyes. But even as cute as she is, I don’t want my own.
“Where’s your brother?”
“Going to have to be more specific. I do have three of them.”
“The one that you shared a womb with and they had to cut the two of you out of my body, making sure I never had any more children again,” she says, wiping the chocolate off Brynn’s face. Though I notice she doesn’t take the cookie away from her either.
“Working.”
“But it’s Sunday,” she says, like we don’t have dinner with the family every goddamn Sunday like clockwork.
“You know, you could have sons who you never see, versus ones you see at a minimum once a week.”
My mom glares at me, picking up Brynn, wiping her hands and holding her on her hip. Part of me wants to reach out and take her so my mother doesn’t hurt herself, but I know she won’t appreciate that.
“Let’s go eat,” she says in a baby voice to Brynn, and I follow them to the dining table.
The rest of the family is there, minus my twin. My parents, Maggie and Jeff. My aunt and uncle, Holly and Tim. My oldest brother, Aiden, and his wife Jessa. Lincoln and Penny, and their two children.
There are four empty chairs as I approach, one for me and Gavin, and the two empty ones I believe are left vacant by my mother, manifesting that we will each find someone and settle down.
It’s best that my parents don’t know the intricacies of our lifestyle. We’ve never brought women here for family dinner and I suspect we never will. I can’t see either of us ever being that interested in someone enough to shake up the life long dynamic that we have. Maybe we’re too codependent on one another, but it works.
We’re happy; it’s enough for us, so it will have to be enough for my mother.
My brothers and Penny know how we operate, and they don’t seem to care.
When I sit down and look over at Lincoln, he looks pissed. Not that it is uncommon for my dickish brother, but since he settled down with Penny, he’s become a lot nicer.
“What crawled up your ass?” I ask, and he glares at me.
“Dennis Commercial giving you more shit again?” my dad asks him.
I’m thankful Lincoln took over the family business, because I don’t want to touch it with a ten-foot pole, but he seems to thrive under the pressure.
“Something is up with their board. They’re lowballing us on every project and winning. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I’m going to get to the bottom of it,” he says.
I basically tune out the conversation, eating my mashed potatoes, asparagus, and roast.
The sooner I get out of this dinner, the sooner I get to have some fun. Depending on how late Gavin’s charter takes, he might come too, but I doubt it.
We were against going to Avalon, but since Lincoln doesn’t go anymore and Aiden and Jessa only go from time to time on specific nights, it turns out to be a safe place for us. It makes things easier.
There are no expectations of a relationship. It’s all to have fun and live out fantasies in a safe environment. I mean, god knows we paid a premium price for that peace of mind.
