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Not that we were even twins. And it wasn't as if I killed my brother, not really, even if it sometimes felt as if I did. Of course, if the people who said these things were the men Davis and I met the nights we went cruising together in gay bars, they meant something rather different by their words.

As children our mother dressed us as twins. 94 votes, 64 comments. They meant: Do you guys ever have sex with each other? But I lived. Sometimes when I crawled into his upper bunk to lie beside him, my shoulder touching his, I believed we were living together in just one body.

I was younger, like Abel. Was it paradise, living like that, with someone made of the same flesh and blood as I? When Davis and I were little, we lay awake at night in our bunk beds, devising a language only the two of us could understand.

The bassinet into which I was placed was still warm from his having so recently lain there. Which one of you is older? You two must feel a special closeness.

But in fact he was older, by fifteen months. Why am I the one who must bear her displeasure? Everyone is always shocked to. Read the most popular gay brothers stories on Wattpad, the world's largest social storytelling platform. He meant: Why have I come out to our mother while you continue avoiding to do so?

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Have you done it? Of course, it could just as well have been I who died, had it not been for what he once referred to—it was an accusation, he was angry—as my "instinct for survival. Abel was a keeper of sheep; Cain, a tiller of soil. I come from a family of 6 (5 x boys and 1 x girl) and both of my younger brothers are gay too.

Was that our story, except with the roles reversed? Even so, the neighbors often strained to see the resemblance between us. Why have you left me here standing alone? Matching woolen pea coats and Buster Brown lace-ups, khaki shorts and striped T-shirts, pajamas imprinted with pictures of cowboys and Indians, Davy Crockett coonskin caps.

Not that we were identical. People imagined I was, because I was larger. Like having a twin.