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couldn't help sharing a secret look and a small,
hesitant smile. It reassured me that things were going to be okay,
weird as the situation might be. There was some kind of sexual
tension there, which was fucked up, but he was still my one and
only brother. It would take a much, much bigger problem to ever
ruin our relationship.
     
    Probably it would have helped if either of us had
someone in our lives. A boyfriend, or girlfriend in my brother's
case, to keep us occupied might have prevented our minds from
seeking each other out. It was hard to say though, because I had no
idea what exactly was happening to us. Some kind of twin powers
activating maybe, if only that wasn't too 'Saturday morning
cartoon' for the real world.
     
    I tried looking it up online at one point just to see
if maybe there was some plausible explanation, but nothing came of
that. I didn't even know where to start, other than typing in
things like 'shared dreams' and hoping for the best.
     
    I found myself actually excited for bedtime that
night, partly because by unspoken agreement Tyler and I wouldn't
talk about our dream world while we were awake. Also, I was coming
to realize that I might be an even bigger perv than what I accused
my brother of being.
     
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    "I seriously think we might have some kind of
twin-powers," I said.
     
    "And I'm pretty sure those aren't a real thing,"
Tyler said.
     
    "Then how do you want to explain this?"
     
    He sighed and threw an arm over his face, as if to
block me out. He was lying on his back on the dream-bed while I sat
nearby, hugging a pillow to my chest.
     
    "Gremlins?" he said eventually.
     
    "Gremlins. Right. 'Cause that's so much more sensible
than my idea."
     
    "I don't know, alright? But there's gotta be some
kind of reasonable explanation."
     
    "Twin-powers," I insisted.
     
    "Whatever makes you happy in that little head of
yours."
     
    I swung my pillow at him, and I would have caught him
full in the face had his arm not blocked most of it.
     
    "Hey, easy there!" he said. "You know stuff like that
just makes us wake up."
     
    "Yeah, but you deserved it. You were being
patronizing."
     
    "Sorry." Tyler rolled over and folded his arms under
his chin. He looked at me thoughtfully. "You know, whatever's
really going on, it's really not such a bad thing. I never thought
about it until recently, but we sort of haven't been spending as
much time together the past couple years as we used to."
     
    "Wow. I so did not see that coming. Are you gonna get
all emotional on me now?"
     
    "No, just... you don't feel that way at all?"
     
    I bit my lip and pretended to think hard. "I guess
maybe you're not the worst person in the world to hang out
with."
     
    "Gee, thanks."
     
    "Kidding. You're right, it's not so bad spending time
with you. Even if you're a massive perv."
     
    "Liking boobs is normal, it doesn't make me a
perv."
     
    "It does when they're your sister's boobs. Perv."
     
    Egging him on was just such an instinctual thing for
me, I probably would have done it even if I wasn't trying to lure
him toward me.
     
    "You know what, say it again," he said. "Say it one
more time, I dare you."
     
    I smirked and leaned forward, exaggerating my lip
movements as I spoke. "You're a huge perv."
     
    He crawled toward me, slowly and deliberately, and I
made no attempt at escape. He stopped right in front of me for a
second, then pushed me back so I was lying flat. I still had my
pillow, and I clutched it tighter to me in an attempt to hide any
visible signs of nervousness.
     
    "Fine, I'm a perv," Tyler said. "But I can't help
noticing that you don't actually seem to mind all that much."
     
    He pulled the pillow away from me and tossed it
aside. I reached for it, but he put a hand on my shoulder to hold
me down. I hoped the changes in my breathing and the flushing I
felt in my face weren't as apparent to him as they felt to me.
     
    "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
     
    "I think you know what it