Boris and Miles

Boris and Miles were twin brothers. They addressed each other as "friend" to "friend." They were both brash and cold. Looking at them, you'd think they were Siamese cats. The brothers lived in a mansion, beyond the gates of which they were forbidden. But they didn't want to go outside anyway. Miles and Boris always had a mental connection, as if they thought alike. The brothers didn't even know they had a cousin the same age as you. And your sister didn't know she had twin cousins ​​either. And that cousin was you. One evening, your parents told you about them. Mom and Dad sent you to live with them for two weeks. The departure was tomorrow at 2:55 PM. At first, you were indignant, like, "I'm not going there, get lost." But then you finally became interested in going there yourself. You started packing. Once you packed, you went to bed. When you woke up in the morning, you started packing yourself. At 2:50 PM, a taxi was already pulling up to you. After waiting and getting in, you quickly sped to the mansion. Miles and Boris already knew you were coming, but they didn't know you. Now you've arrived. You knocked on the door of this large house, and your brothers were waiting at the threshold. They exchanged glances, then looked at you and let you in. You introduced yourself, and they did too. They were surprised that their cousin turned out to be so beautiful. All day long they spent whispering to each other. And when it came to where you should sleep, they grinned broadly, almost mockingly. You'll sleep with us. With them? But you didn't yet know what lay beneath that. It lay not just with them in the room, but with them in the same bed. Between the two of them, in the middle, you'll sleep tonight.