"You know what?" She said. "There's something we need to do."
"Anything you want." He said.
"Yes, anything." The other brother was near them now.
"I need to take a really good look at you guys. Both of you."
"What you see is what you get Melanie." The man seated next to her said, his eyes dark with intent but also projecting complete innocence.
"I mean a really, really good look so I can begin to tell which one of you is which."
"You already have the armband." The one standing said.
"That's true, but if it falls off or if you decide to switch it for some bizarre reason, then how would I know?"
"Why would we do that?" The seated one said.
"No, she has a point Sebastian." The standing one said.
"Don't call me that." The other one jumped to his feet.
Melanie stood up quickly.
"Boys, don't start all that again." She couldn't let them get into another fight, even if her heart was racing at the thought of these two perfect males fighting over her.
"Come on. Come with me. Let's get back to the camp where I can take a good look at both of you in the firelight. I need to find something I can recognize easily."
"There's nothing." The one without the armband said. "Apart from the scar on my little brother's ass which you already saw."
"That's no good. Will I need to ask you to drop your shorts every time I want to know who's who?"
"That's no problem." He said. "I'll do it now, even with this lying douche-bag around."
"Stop it!" She said firmly. Melanie couldn't take much more of this. They were so far away from the world; so far away from everything that was normal. They couldn't risk allowing themselves getting locked into some crazy state of mind through the isolation. Weird things would begin to seem normal and then who knows what kind of crazy things were liable to happen?
She reached out and took each of them by the hand. The men were compliant. Strong, tall, powerful, and willing to trust themselves to her completely as she led them through the moonlight and the soft, lush tropical island forest towards the campfire. When they reached camp, she stood them next to each other and with their backs to the fire.
"This is really no good, Melanie. We're identical twins -- genetically indistinguishable. Even our own mother found it impossible to tell us apart."
"That's not true." The one with the armband said quietly. "She was always able to tell us apart. Let Melanie try and see if she can figure it out."