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Clarice
yelled from somewhere in the kitchen and they froze. “Are you sure you
don’t want to come with us?” she kept yelling. Charlie hoped against hope that
she would say yes, but he knew she wouldn't.
    Kimber started shaking with laughter
and soon Charlie had joined her. “I'll see you soon, okay?” she said. She touched
his arm briefly and the sensation of her touch scorched a path from his arm to
his cock in seconds. Charlie gritted his teeth.
    “Okay,” was all he could say.
    Then she turned tail and bolted, long,
brown hair flying out behind her while he remembered wrapping his hands in it
and tugging just hard enough to make her moan. He needed a cold shower. Badly.
    * * * *
    Janette was pouring him coffee when he
came down, hair wet, starving, and ready for caffeine. “So she was here last
night. That’s what all the weirdness was about?”
    “What?” The best defense, he figured,
was to play dumb. “Um, I don’t think so.”
    “Really?” She handed him a mug that
said PRINCESS. It was technically Clarice’s but she was nice enough to let him
use it ‘whenever he wanted.’ “When did your hair get so long?”
    “What?” Now he was just confused. He
stuck two pieces of potato bread in the toaster and took a few scorching sips
of his coffee. “Mmm, perfect.” Maybe if he changed the subject…
    “Do not change the subject,” she
snorted. “I saw her roof had collapsed and I thought, Hmm. Charlie is nothing
if not chivalrous. Then I saw how your bed was messed. Like maybe there’d been
two people in it instead of one.”
    “You are paranoid,” he said, but
turned his face to the window to watch yet more snow drift lazily from the
militaristic gray sky.
    “And then…I found this !” His
sister—even worse that she was his twin and figured his business was hers—brandished
a black elastic ponytail holder at him and shook it as if proved every theory
she held.
    “A hair band!” He allowed himself a
deep breath and a laugh. “Oh, no! Not a hair band. It’s not as if either of the
two ladies, one big, one little who are always infiltrating my domicile
use…gasp…hair bands!”
    “Not black. I wear the ones with the
gold crimp on them. And Clarice…”
    She had just walked in and grabbed a
juice box from the stash in Charlie’s fridge. “What about me and when are we
leaving? I really need to get a Christmas tree. Pronto!”
    Janette laughed. “You don’t like black
hair bands, is what I was saying.”
    Charlie rushed forward, “I’m sure it’s
yours Clarice. It’s really no big deal.” But as he talked his niece shook her
head morosely.
    “Not mine. I do not like black hair
bands.”
    “I’m sure you own one,” he said and
buttered the toast when it popped. Clarice held out her hand and he handed her
a hot buttered triangle like a well trained uncle.
    “Nope not me. No way.” Her face was
set in a stubborn mask. When Charlie looked at Janette, she sported the same
look.
    “Why not? Not one? One black elastic?”
    “Nope. I do not like them. They make
me feel bad.”
    “What?” He wanted to smack his own
forehead but tried to stay calm. He could feel his twin studying him like some
newly discovered fungus.
    “Black is sad. I don’t do sad,” Clarice
explained and took another piece of his toast.
    “See. I knew it wasn’t hers. And it’s
not mine…” Janette gave him the face that meant she’d say more but big ears
were in the room.
    Not knowing where her mother had
discovered the hair band, or her inference from finding it, Clarice looked up at
Charlie and said, “It’s probably Kimber’s. I think she loves you.”
    Charlie choked on his coffee.
    “Clarice! That is a bit much.” But
Janette laughed softly.
    “You're right. Okay. I think she has
the hots for you.”
    This time when he choked on his coffee,
he just kept choking.
    * * * *
     It hadn’t taken long. Charlie has
been shocked and his sister had just shaken her head. “It was a toss-up.