* Baby Jules ~ Twins ~ Part Two*

~Twins~
Part Two 1

Once inside the comfort of the hallway I eased a little into the unfamiliar. My heart still pounding violently against my chest as the blood rushed through my body sounding like the ocean swirling in my ears.2

Raine stood with her hands on her hips, her fingernails pinching at her baggy, Grey, T-shirt. Her hair running way past the tip of her ass, tossed freely over her shoulders, drawing out the sharpness of her silvery, storm, eyes.3

I stood still. I had not yet had much of a chance to catch my breath or to wrap my head around the fact that it felt like I had some competition now. Like my father always said, Karma has a funny way of sneaking up behind you and biting you fair on the ass, especially with the unexpected. Though as my eyes never ceased to leave her slim body I found myself being surrounded by feelings I did not understand.4

Was I jealous? Maybe.5

Raine had the body I would kill for and by the looks of it the attitude that I claimed to have. Yet at this point ion time I felt as if she had already out me in my box. Like she owned something over me I could not see as yet and that was a feeling I did not want to have.6

I was me, a free roller. Nobody owned me, not even my own mother. Although I had to give her credit for the whole Pop – n-raise journey. There were some things I could not deny she owned over me.7

“Raine,” my mother screeched toddling out of the kitchen. Her tea towel wrapped around her neck like some Arabic scarf.8

Raine smiled politely. 9

I knew that smile for I myself had used that many times with my mother.10

“Aunt Rita,” she said letting my mother wrap her strangling, tuck shop, lady arms around her fragile, body.11

“God I haven't seen you since you were thirteen and my you have changed. I swear you two could pass as twins.”12

I almost choked on her words, as I held my hand over my mouth to contain all the horrible things that were erupting in my mind from escaping my cruel, cynical lips.13

Raine who seemed to dislike the idea herself left go of my mother, rubbing her nose as if she had just done a row of cocaine and ran her hand through her hair.14

“I wouldn't say that exactly,” she said her virile tone stronger than before, offending my mother.15

“Well it must be a fad these days for young girls to look like the living, dead,” my aunt popped in. Her heavy arm now resting painfully on my shoulder.16

My mother noting the awkward vibes that had filled the room like deadly gas, unwound the towel from her neck hanging it over her wrists like some restaurant waitress and directed every one's attention towards the kitchen.17

“Would you like to make a start on dinner? I am just about done with desert, but please be my quest and begin without me.”18

I had a lot of love for my mother at the moment. Sometimes she could just make everything better and this was one of those moments.19

“Sounds like a spiffy idea to me,” I said trying to keep my eyes away from Raine's perfectly, toned stomach as she extended her arms behind her head, stretching and flexing her arms.20

“If it isn't to much Rita I would really prefer that we eat dinner together, as a family. It is just something we like to do, a tradition in my household if you will. Just like when we were kids if you remember back so long ago?”21

I looked at my Aunt. Her smile now looking slightly artificial.22

Was it just me or was she taking a stab at my mother's parenting skills?23

My mother nodded, trying to smile as she stepped back into the kitchen.24

“I do remember” she shouted, her voice trailing.25

I knew she had been offended. I also now knew where Raine got her attitude from.26

“Maybe you might want to take Raine up to your room Jules,” Uncle Zack added, sounding nervous around all of us women. 27

He was probably praying that my father would make it home for dinner so he would not end up in the middle of something that I could feel was brewing. Although I had no recollection of the past, all but the pain in the ass Raine had been and still seemed to be.28

I picked up her luggage, my heart beat now back to my regular pulse.29

“Okay,” I said watching him follow the Two woman into the kitchen. My eyes returning to Raine.30

“Wow that was fun,” she stated picking up her luggage. Smiling a genuine smile for the first time. She seemed amused by our mothers slight tiff.31

“You don't have to tell me Twice,” I muttered under my breath, just loud enough for her to hear.32

Raine looking at me strangely again, swiveled her body around sharply, taking to the stairs.33

“Well hurry up Julian. You really are a dope star. Did you get dropped on your head as a baby or something?” she asked mocking me in her booming masculine voice. Leaving me to tremble trying to think of a smart ass comeback.34

I gave up as I was once again rendered silent, taking the stairs closely behind her. I never looked back. Not being able to revoke myself from giving her a once over.35

This was so bizarre. My mind was telling me things, sick things, strange things, dirty, little, hot things. Thing that I wanted to do my cousin.36

I turned my head looking down the stairs as we came to a halt outside my bedroom door.37

“So this is your room then?” Raine asked seeming impressed with my decor.38

“Indeed it is,” I stammered regaining my composure, “Indeed it is.”