Inseparable - Irish and Amaranthine

[Irish]

It wasn't unusual for Friday nights to be a shared movie night in the Black household, with Kyle, his twin sister, and their parents enjoying one of any number of films. Old, new, funny, scary, it all varied. This movie night, however, was another where their parents had decided to leave them to their own devices. Being sixteen, they were left alone quite often, and being summertime, their parents took advantage of having them watch the house while they spent their own time together. That particular weekend they had gone out of town to visit some relatives, with the twins once again left home alone.

Kyle didn't mind. He and his sister were close, and had no issues spending time together. And the times they were left at home, they had near unlimited freedom to do as they will. That evening, before they were planning on starting the movie of the night, he was getting snacks ready in the kitchen. Dressed in a pair of dark green gym shorts and a black T-shirt, he carried a bowl of popcorn and their drinks into the living room, where the TV sat waiting for the two of them.

Fairly tall and rather slim, Kyle had a build suited for running, though he never really pursued an interest in sports, instead finding more interest in creative outlets. He sometimes dabbled in photography, or in the written word - be it another's work or attempting his own. His hair was dark brown, short, and unkempt, and he sported blue gray eyes that was inherited from their father's side of the family. Reaching the sofa, he placed the popcorn atop the coffee table and reached for the remote, calling for his sister. "I'm gonna start the movie!" he said, urgently.

 

[Amaranthine]

Aria was quite like the boy she shared a womb with - on the tall side with dark hair, though hers was long and had a slight curl to it. The one main difference came in the contrast of their eyes, hers the olive green of her mother while his were the slate gray of their father. She was quiet and studious, though still quite social. One thing was for sure, she wasn't a partier - that was part of the reason she found herself with the house just to her and her brother on Friday night, when many other parents would be worried that their sixteen year olds would be getting drunk and high and having all sorts of wild, risky sex. Aria had, quiet frankly, never engaged in any of those behaviors - if you excluded the sip of stolen wine her best friend Kayla had given her at her birthday party when she was fifteen.

When Kyle called for her, she was in her bedroom changing in to something more comfortable. She had wiped the light spattering of makeup she had been wearing that day and had put on a tight pale grey tank top and black cotton shirts that, frankly, barely even covered her ass. "One second!" She called back as she took a pair of hooped earrings out of her earlobes and put them down on her desk. She had been out with Kayla that day which was why she was made up, and now that she was settling in she wanted to make herself as comfortable as possible.

Two minutes later she was pacing down the stairs from her room to the living room. "Okay, start," she said to him as she settled down on the couch. She pulled her legs up in to the middle and offered Kyle a smile. She had to say, she really loved movie nights with him.

 

[Irish]

Once she appeared at the top of the stairs, Kyle watched her descend. There was no beating around the bush. He had a good looking twin, and he knew people at their school agreed. He held some protective tendencies, when it came to the idea that some guy might want to get into her pants. Chalk that up to being her brother, surely.

When she joined her on the sofa, he leaned back in his spot and pressed play on the remote, setting it aside. He relaxed, placing one arm on the arm of the sofa and the other over her legs, his hand lightly resting atop her calf. Being her twin, Kyle felt a definite closeness with his sister, comfortable in nearly every way. That was the reason he felt no awkwardness as he lightly brushed his fingers over her bare leg as the film began to play.

 

[Amaranthine]

Everything about them was casual, comfortable - Aria found not trouble at all in the light brushes of his finger tips against her leg as the movie began and instead found a familiar comfortability in the gesture. Kyle was like her rock, the one person she knew she could always rely on and the one person she would always trust to keep her best interests at heart. Over the years he had helped her avoid making several bad decisions, mostly involving boys, and she was grateful to have him around. She loved him more than she loved anyone else.

"So how was your day?" She asked as she adjusted one of her legs - the closest one in angled slightly so that her knee pressed gently to his lower abdomen.

 

[Irish]

"Pretty chill," Kyle responded. "Went to the woods with Cory and scared some potheads who didn't see us on the trail," he said, referring to one of his few friends and his one best friend other than Aria. They often went on some short adventure or excursion after school, just to see what they get up to. Nothing to haphazard or reckless of course, for the most part. "What about you?" he then inquired, allowing her leg to stay oriented as it was against him. As they lounged, the movie playing on uninterrupted and the last evening light disappearing slowly outside, Kyle was as comfortable as could be, letting his fingers brush along the skin of Aria's leg, from her knee and even gently over her mostly exposed inner thigh, the motions short and lazy. It was primarily an unconscious gesture, so at ease with each other that intimate touches were comforting, even welcome.

 

[Amaranthine]

"Oh you know," Aria said with a sigh as she rolled her eyes. She really hadn't been up to much that day - she had met up with a couple of her friends earlier in the day, gone for lunch with them. SHe was even looking in to getting a part time job and had dropped off a couple of resumes. It was rather dull, though she had definitely enjoyed getting to hang out with Sara and Emma. "Had some lunch with my friends, ended up at Emma's for a bit." The conversation is casual as is the touch and her only reaction to the way he stroked against her flesh was pure comfort. She adjusted her position, rolled her knee just slightly out without even realizing what she was doing to give more access to her soft, sensitive inner thigh area.