
In principle, the fact in love with a woman who had a twin sister should not be embarrassing, regardless of the inevitable anecdote. I'm not the first nor the last to pass through this situation. But I admit that when I met which was to be my sister felt a strange familiarity, as if to kiss my girlfriend for the second consecutive time. Contributing to this (it must be said) the readiness with which it corresponded to my greeting, as if that was not the first time we met. And when I discovered that the harmony between the two women extended to the smallest details of his character, I put aside mutual stability that meant for both and started asking me questions that could not respond. I could not, even though I tried, stop looking at my sister with the utmost stealth, every time we agreed the three to have a drink or celebrate a birthday. I could not stop making love to evoke, imagining his body would react with the same range of gestures and moans that I already knew. I took the best that I knew the shameful obsession unhealthy answer my questions, not dwindled over the years, and I agree that, under the education that I had been taught small-my lustful thoughts deserved exemplary punishment. Now, the sister of my wife has finished falling in love with someone identical to me, I think a sentence-a-too clearly.
Text and image from Pedro Herrero
Text and image from Pedro Herrero
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