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  Now I was feeling bad. I shouldn’t be doing this. He’s my brother and as much as I want Faith, I can’t sabotage him. Maybe I should just tell her the truth.

  “He’s looking this way,” she said.

  Faith grabbed me and started to kiss me awkwardly at first. I adjusted where I was standing and held her in my arms. Suddenly, the kiss was on track and became super intense. The noise of the frat party seemed to fade away and it was just the two of us kissing. Then, just as suddenly, it all came back.

  “Faith?” said a male voice suddenly.

  Kyle had spotted her and walked across the room. Kyle was a tall, lanky kid, handsome and arrogant. He definitely had a swagger about him. He was wearing a sweater with his fraternity’s letters and holding a red cup full of beer in his hand.

  “Hey, Kyle,” she greeted him coolly. “Surprised to see me?

  She moved to face him but kept my arms wrapped around her waist.

  “Yeah, actually,” he said, while sizing me up. “Didn’t think you were into freshmen. You owe me some money, Logan.”

  “I’m Mason, you dipshit,” I snapped. “You’d think he’d be stupid enough to show up here?”

  “Obviously, yes, but that’s cool,” said Kyle, backing up. “Back up quarterback at our school has to be treated right. Glad you found yourself a slut to bang.”

  “You asshole,” said Faith, her face red. “You’re a piece of human garbage, Kyle!”

  “I just want my boy to get laid, is all,” he said innocent, with an over exaggerated shrug. “A dumb girl like you would bang anyone. Am I right?”

  “Fuck you, Kyle,” I snapped, pulling Faith behind me. “She’s not a slut and she’s more than just a girlfriend. We’re engaged.”

  “Engaged?” said Kyle in disbelief. “Hey, man, it’s your funeral.”

  “Apologize to the lady,” I insisted moving towards him. “Don’t make me get ugly.”

  “You come into my frat house and threaten me?” said Kyle pointing to himself.

  He might have had an inch or two on me, but he was skinny. I could take him.

  “When you disrespect my woman, I do,” I clarified. “Now apologize you bag of shit.”

  “Or what, freshman? What are you going to do?”

  Kyle pushed me back with each sentence. He was calling me out. I really didn’t want to get into a fight and get ejected from gameplay. I pushed back.

  “What do you think is going to happen, Kyle? I work out every day,” I threatened. “Maybe I just break you over my knee, you skinny fucking beanpole.”

  “Guys-guys!” said Faith. “Forget it, Mason. He’s not worth it.”

  “Yeah, listen to your future wife there, Mason,” said Kyle. “Now get out of my frat house. You’re officially uninvited.”

  “Is that the best you got?” I said, taunting him. “You don’t want to go?”

  “Not really,” said Kyle, kind of bored and casually straightening out his shit. “I don’t need the backup quarterback injured. I got bets on the football team. Wouldn’t want to be accused of skewing the results because I personally injured one of the players.”

  “Yeah, like you could,” I scoffed.

  “I could get some of my bros to throw you and your lady out,” he threatened, glaring at me. “That would be sweet.”

  “C’mon, Mason, please,” begged Faith, she grabbed my arm and pulled. “Don’t do it. It’s fine.”

  I relented. We walked out of the frat house. I still had most of my dignity intact and I hadn’t sabotaged Mason, but after that kiss, I now wanted Faith more than ever. What the hell was I going to do here? Could I tell her I was really Logan? She’d probably be pissed off at both of us. Mason and I had switched places before, but never like this. Faith’s feelings were on the line. I wasn’t sure, but it might break her heart to find out that we tricked her.

  Chapter 8

  Faith

  Mason walked me back towards my dorm. He was so brave defending me from Kyle! It’s like he found his confidence! Although, he was a little weird at the beginning of the night, but I’m sure that was just nerves.

  “Thanks for defending me,” I said, looking up at him. “Kyle’s such a jerk.”

  “Oh, no problem,” said Mason. “I don’t like that guy either.”

  “You didn’t have to say we were engaged, but it was sweet what you did.”

  “Yeah, I’m not sure why I said that,” he admitted, looking down at me. “Are you cold? Here, have my jacket.”

  He put his jacket around me. It was warm and comforting and smelled faintly of his cologne. We cross the quad together slowly.

  “Listen, I got something to confess,” he began. “I hope you won’t be mad.”

  I stopped and looked up at him. Something about his appearance had seemed off all night. At that moment, I realized.

  “Are you Logan?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said, running his hand through his hair. “Mason didn’t want to miss this, but the head coach called him in tonight. And you can’t deny the coach. Are you mad?”

  I thought about it. I mean, I was attracted to both of them and they were twins. They shouldn’t lie to me, but at least he told me.

  “Don’t do that again,” I said warily.

  “I’m sorry,” apologized Logan. He reached out for me. “It’s just that, I think you’re really great too and I’m the one that asked you out first.”

  “Well, now I’m not sure if I want to go,” I said, feigning annoyance, walking just out of his reach.

  “Aw, c’mon,” said Logan. “You and I really hit it off.”

  “Wait a minute, were you trying to be a jerk to me in the beginning to sabotage your brother?” I asked.

  There was an awkward silence.

  “Yes,” he reluctantly admitted. “Half way through I regretted it and stopped. Then Kyle came over.”

  “You’re a little sneak,” I said, pretending to be hurt.

  “C’mon, Faith,” he pleaded. “I really like you. Plus we’re engaged now.”

  “We’re not engaged!” I laughed. “I don’t even have a ring.”

  “I’ll get you one. You know, to keep up appearances,” he offered.

  “Make sure it’s a big one. I want a huge diamond!” I demanded playfully.

  “How big?” he asked.

  “The size of a dog’s head!”

  “Do they make them that big?”

  “They don’t make diamonds, silly, they dig them out of the ground!”

  We shared a laugh and then my phone rang. It was Angelica, my sister. Normally, I wouldn’t answer, but she usually didn’t call this late. I figured it was an emergency.

  “I’m sorry, Mas--- I mean, Logan. It’s my little sister. Let me see what she wants,” I said. “What’s up, Angelica?”

  “Faith, you have to come home,” said Angelica. She sounded like she had been crying.

  “Why? What’s wrong?”

  “Mom is freaking out, okay? She’s not dealing with the stress well at all,” she said. “You need to quit school and come home.”

  “Angelica, you don’t understand,” I tried to explain. “If I can just make it through school, I can get a better job. Then I can support the whole family!”

  “Mom is crying over how to pay the bills, Faith! We’re running out of money! How are we going to eat?”

  “We’ll figure it out,” I insisted. “I can’t talk right now.”

  “You don’t even care, Faith! All you care about is your college friends!” cried Angelica.

  “That’s not true! You know that’s not true!”

  “It is true! If I was old enough, I’d have a regular job and I’d help! But where are you, Faith?! Huh?! Where are you?!”

  Angelica hung up. She was a bit of a hothead. I tried to hold back the tears in front of Logan, but I couldn’t.

  “Jeez, what was that all about?” he asked. “Are you okay?”

  “I can’t talk about it,” I sobbed. “But I’m f
ine. It’s a family thing.”

  Logan spotted some of the flowers the maintenance crew had planted for the landscaping. He picked some for me and brought them over.

  “Here,” he said. “My friend, Gregory, is going to be pissed, but you enjoy these.”

  “Thanks,” I said taking the flowers.

  “Believe me, I know what it’s like to have family problems,” he said. “Our parents never paid attention to us. When we were younger, we used to act out. I got in trouble in grammar school, middle school, high school---“

  “I could see that in you, but not Mason,” I acknowledged.

  “Oh, Mason acted out worse than me!” he explained.

  “What? No way,” I said.

  “Oh, sure. Don’t tell him I told you, but in second grade, he peed his pants on purpose just to get my mom to come in and bring him a new pair of pants. Then as soon as she left, he did it again!” laughed Logan. “I thought it was pretty funny at the time.”

  “What about you?” I asked. “What did you do for attention?”

  “I used to get into fights with the other kids,” he explained. “I’d curse at my teachers, I’d throw stuff--- Whatever I could do to get into trouble. One time, I just left.”

  “You left your school? How old were you?”

  “Ten, I think. Just walked off the playground and kept going,” he explained.

  “Oh, my God,” I gasped. “What happened after that?”

  “Well, the police were called, but I was hiding from them. Whenever I heard the cars, I would duck in the bushes. I ended up in the parking lot of this apartment complex. Some woman found me and called the cops. I just didn’t want to go home. I insisted that the cops keep me until both my parents came to get me. Anyway, they eventually sent me home and you know what I found when I got there?”

  “What?”

  “Both my parents had left! They had talked to the cops and arranged for Marta, our nanny, to be there. Once that was all fixed, they left to do whatever,” Logan said a little bitterly, his eyebrows drawn together. “At least your mother cares.”

  “Oh, I’m sure your parents care,” I assured him. “They just--- Well, they just have their priorities a little out of whack.”

  “I’d say a lot,” said Logan, sniffling a little. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get all emotional. It’s just that--- Well, you know.”

  “Yeah,” I said agreeing.

  “What about your folks? You want to tell me what’s up with them? Your mom?” he asked, looking down at me.

  “I’m actually too embarrassed to talk about it,” I said. “I hope you don’t mind. It’s just--- Well, my parents want my life to go one way and I’m seeing it go another. Plus I think--- You know what--- I can’t.”

  “It’s okay,” said Logan nodding in understanding. “You tell me when you’re ready. Maybe you and I can finally have that dinner sometime.”

  “I’d like that,” I found myself saying.

  Oh, God, but I’m also attracted to Mason. What a mess you’ve made, Faith! How am I going to choose between these two hot brothers? Plus they’re pretty volatile. What if they start fighting over me again. Oh, God!

  “I should probably call it a night,” I said. “Thanks for tonight. I enjoyed myself despite Kyle and whatever.”

  “Yeah, sorry to deceive you,” said Logan.

  We kissed. It just seemed natural in that moment. Then we moved closer and he took me into his strong arms. His kiss was passionate and wanting. I could’ve stood there all night kissing him, but eventually I pulled back. I took off his coat and reluctantly handed it back to him.

  “Thanks,” I said. “Good night.”

  “Good night.”

  Chapter 9

  Logan

  Walking back to my room was tough. I really wanted to stay with Faith. Damn, she was sweet. Must be weird dealing with so much family drama. Guess in a way, I’m lucky. When your parents are gone, there’s not a lot of drama to deal with. Hell, I would’ve been happy to have a little drama once in a while. At least my folks would’ve been there to yell at me. Still, I was sensing something else was going on with Faith.

  No sooner had I thought that, I heard steps running up behind me. For a second, I thought it was Kyle come to even the score. But when I turned around, it was Faith.

  “Hey, what’s up?” I asked.

  She seemed flustered and suddenly too bashful to say.

  “It’s okay,” I said. “What?”

  “I just wanted to thank you again for sticking up for me at the party and I--- Well, I find myself really attracted to you and Mason. I’m not really sure what to do about it,” she said awkwardly. “Is that weird?”

  “Well, we are twins,” I noted.

  She looked up at me and we made eye contact. The moment seemed right, so I leaned down and kissed her. She got swept up in the moment and wrapped herself around me, pressing her full breasts into my chest. I almost lost my balance.

  I noticed a nearby park bench and guided her towards it.

  “Let’s go sit there.”

  The park bench was in the shadows a bit. We wouldn’t have total privacy, but some. You’d literally have to be walking the quad and walking into the same shadow to notice us.

  I was getting seriously hard. Faith smelled amazing. I kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. She kissed and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I could taste her lipstick and her perfume.

  Moving my hands, I started touching her around the waist. I moved up towards her breast, but hesitated. Faith stopped, looked around and put my hand right on her breasts. I didn’t want to get into her clothes too deep. She’d end up half naked and we were outside.

  The kissing lasted for a while. It was pretty hot and heavy on the park bench. I decided to push my luck and I put my hand on her bare knee. I slowly started to caress her inner thigh. She responded by kissing me harder and making encouraging noises.

  My hand slowly went up her dress and onto her panties. I could feel that the outside of them were smooth, silky and a little damp. I let my fingers dance around the exterior for a little bit. Faith was kissing me harder and really getting into it.

  I opened an eye and checked around. So far, the quad was empty and I didn’t think we were making enough noise to attract attention. I slipped a finger inside her panties. She was completely shaved down there! Nice! I put my finger inside her wet, hot box. Moaning into my mouth, she grinded on my finger a little bit.

  “Oh, Logan,” she gasped. “Mmmm.”

  My finger started to go in and out of her slowly, getting faster. I could feel the amount of wetness increasing. She started to shake on the bench next to me, building to a climax. Finally, she buried her face in my chest and I could hear her stifle a scream.

  “Oh, my God,” she gasped, pulling back a little so she could look up into my eyes. “That was intense.”

  “You wanna go back to my room?” I suggested. “We’d be more comfortable. After all, we are engaged.”

  She smiled, but politely declined.

  “I can’t right now,” she said disappointed. “It’s too soon. I had sex with Kyle and then he dumped me. It really hurt to be used for sex. Be patient with me?”

  “Sure, okay,” I said brushing away the stray locks of hair from her face. “Do you want to tell me what was going on with that phone call?”

  She sighed for a while and straightened her dress out. Looking off in the distance, I could tell she was mulling it over. Then she looked up at me and started to tell me.

  “I’m embarrassed,” she said. “My family is losing their house. My dad is sick and can’t work anymore. We can’t pay the mortgage. My mom wants me to quit school and get a job to support the family. But I’m so close! I only have one more year till I graduate! Just the rest of this semester and the next one. Then I could get a good job, but--- I don’t know if I can make it a year.”

  “I could just buy your parents’ house,” I said.

  “What? What do you me
an?” she said, her eyes wide, not really processing.

  “Just what I said,” I explained. “My folks are super wealthy. I could just buy the house. It’s not that big of a deal.”

  “It’s a house. It’s like $200,000,” explained Faith. “That’s a lot of money.”

  “Not to me it isn’t,” I assured her. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. We’re not super flashy or whatever. I have a regular car, but my parents are millionaires, so…”

  “I don’t know, Logan,” she said, looking down, unsure. “That’s really generous of you. It would solve my immediate problem, but--- I don’t know how I feel about taking money from you.”

  “Well, you could look at it like a loan, if you want,” I suggested. “Pay me back whenever or don’t.”

  “Then it’s not really a loan, it’s a gift,” she corrected. “Not that I still won’t consider it, but---Wow, you have that much money?”

  “My folks work in politics,” I explained. “You would not believe how much money gets thrown around in Washington. I mean, it’s crazy. My dad told me some stories. These millionaires and billionaires will dump thousands upon thousands of dollars into a campaign just to have a little influence.”

  “It’s not…illegal or anything, right?” she asked carefully.

  “Oh, no-no-no, nothing like that,” I assured her. “These are all legal transactions, although some of them are secret and ethically questionable.”

  “I don’t mean to pry, but would it be your money or your parents?” she asked.

  “Technically their money, but don’t worry about it,” I assured her. “They owe me. If they’re not going to show up for my football games and generally ignore me, the least they can do is cut me a check when I need it.”

  Looking at Faith, I could tell she was conflicted. I didn’t really understand it. Money never meant anything to me. I guess it was because we always had it. Whenever I wanted something, all I had to do was ask. Guess that made me spoiled, but so what? This was different. I wasn’t asking for a dirt bike or a trip to Cancun--- This was to help a real family in distress. If anything, it was more like charity. I guess I’d better not phrase it that way to Faith, though, she might feel insulted.