Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2001 04:58:26 -0400
From: C. E. Jordan <c.e._Jordan@MailAndNews.com>
Subject: ELI AND EVA 4

ELI AND EVA
c.e. _jordan@mailandnews.com

Copyright by c.e. Jordan


(from E&E 3)

    They had that "deer caught in the headlights" look again, and didn't say
anything and didn't move. Hans kneeled between them. It was his turn to
touch. With each hand moving over a face, he felt for textures, soft
matching contours; he followed the delicate curves of foreheads,
eyebrows, noses, and ears, caressed slender necks. And on each face,
as if reading braille, his fingers traced duplicate lips, committing to
memory the rosy flush, the fullness of shape and structure, and how they
quivered in response to his touch.
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                                                  ELI AND EVA 4


     The twins could hardly breathe. The room closed in, and the universe
collapsed to dimensions large enough for only one unusual trinity. And in
that universe, the heat of a sensual super nova was starting a quiet
conflagration in their young bodies. Eli couldn't help himself, he grasped
Hans' fingers as it passed near his lips, and pressed it into his mouth.
The salty fingertips moved in the soft, moist, cave, and Hans let out a
small breath--a sound like surrender.

     Hans was suddenly too warm, and unbuttoned his shirt. He collapsed
face up between the twins who rearranged pillows and snuggled right up
against him. Eli threw his right leg over Hans' blue jeaned ones. And
Eva's lips were moving on his face--frantic, maddening little
brushes--back and forth, back and forth, while her left hand moved
searchingly over the faultless skin of his flat belly. Hans grasped her head
holding it still and pressed his mouth honestly against the girl's.  He
darted his tongue between Eva's lips. Gasping, she opened up. Hans'
pink tongue flickered past her lips, pressed against her teeth, then filled
her mouth with soft sweetness as it rotated insistently around her own
formerly numb tongue. Their teeth clicked briefly and the sensation was
as if their two heads had suddenly merged into one, and it seemed to
Eva, that they'd never, ever, be separated again. But when they did detach
themselves, one from another, Eva's heart pounded, panicked, for she
knew then, that she and Eli were at the mercy of this boy who could make
them feel so...so...

     She had no words for it.

     Eli had been staring as they kissed. It seemed different, and he wanted
to experience it. He asked, "What was......how do you do that?

     "You never did it?" asked Hans.

     "Not like that. Show me how." he demanded.

     Hans was about to reach for Eva again to demonstrate, but Eli put a
hand on his shoulder. "That's not gonna show me nothin'. Do it to me."

     "Go on Hans," said Eva, "show him."

     Hans rolled over onto Eli, shifting until he was fully on top of him. Eva
watched, breathing through her mouth.

     Eli felt the sweet pressure as the heavier boy moved his pelvis slowly
against him. He breathed "Yesss," as Hans' live body, his hardness,
drove directly against the tight knot at the center of his own Levis. Eva sat
close by with a finger in her mouth watching them intently. Every
movement the boys made, had its poignant echo within her own body.

     Hans brought his face so close, Eli thought he was about to be kissed.
But instead, Hans sat up straddling him while he shrugged his shirt off
and tossed it aside.

     "Come Eva, help me take this sweater off your brother."

     Eva scooted over. Eli raised up, so, in effect, he and Hans were  sitting
in each other's laps facing one another. Kneeling behind her brother, Eva
helped Hans peel the tight tee shirt from his body and pull it up over his
upraised arms.

     "Ohhh, that's so much better," said Hans enfolding Eli's slender, pearl
pale body into the comfort of his own golden embrace. Eli fell backwards
taking the other boy down with him. Hans pressed his mouth against Eli's
ear, and sucked at the sensitive lobe. Eli groaned when he felt teeth
nibbling at it, and when he felt the mouth suck on the tender flesh of his
neck. Eli was desperate to be kissed, but all he could murmer was,
"Please . . . please . . ." as Hans, once more, sat up and gently rode him,
rocking up and down, sometimes moving slightly side to side.

     Hans caressed and stroked Eli's arms and palpitating belly. Beneath
his moving fingerstips he could feel the thumping heart beating out an
erratic rhythm. Then Hans leaned over to touch his tongue to Eli's
nipples--two coral-colored pennies dropped upon the narrow chest. They
immediately tightened into hard little points. This sight must have
fascinated Eva, for she too leaned over to lick and nibble. Eli clutched their
heads to him, one wool soft, the other, all silk.

     Finally, Hans' mouth--active, searching, sucked at Eli's lips, his chin,
his nose, then plunged back to the familiar yielding cavity, circling and
probing with both tongue and fingers as though he was desperate to
climb all the way into the other's body.

     Eli was totally invaded. He felt congested, swollen from head to toe like
an over-inflated balloon. Stretched to the limit, he hung on desperately,
locking his legs and arms around Hans. His spine arched and stiffened,
and his brain melted into icy explosive fragments as his body spasmed
and jerked convulsively off the floor.

     The boys broke apart, panting, and astonished.

     Totally sucked into a bottomless whirlpool of sensation and desire, the
children felt like the very surface of their skins had been abraded;
super-sensitized, so that a mere touch from within their special trinity
could cause an eruption in each tiny particle of their bodies; an explosion
that would scatter their molecules and recombine them into some other
arrangement--a new triad creature whose energy would generate
constant, everlasting pleasure.

     A bit scared, they stayed apart for a while, and looked half-heartedly at
a
dull TV program. Then they raided the kitchen and brought back to the
comfortable bedroom, the junkiest food they could find: potato chips,
cokes, and cookies. It was now night.

     "Where will I sleep?" asked Hans.

     "Oh, with me," said Eli, casually.

     "Oh no," Eva grabbed Hans playfully , "he's gonna be sleeping with
me."

     This sportive larking about, this frolicsome tug-o-war, inevitably drew
them back onto their irresistable course; a helpless drive toward an
inevitable goal.

     So, with his `Eva-n-Eli'  piled on top of him, Hans surrendered once
more.
"Both of you . . ." he whispered, "I'll be with both of you tonight."

     This time he took Eva into his arms and they rolled together until he
was on top of her.

     The twins had the same face, but what were the differences in loving
them? Kissing her, clutching her softness to him, the contrasts were
subtle. Holding Eli, he knew all the possibilities of that body, as much as
he knew himself. With the boy, pleasure was always evident, something
one could see, hold, and feel. Eli redoubled and reflected back to Hans in
a physically assertive sense, the totality of their combined and enlarged
desire.

     Eva body was all about subtleties, he couldn't feel her directly in the
same way as he did Eli. But in many ways her slight body was yielding
and all encompassing; he could easily become submerged in her. And
her passion was as intense as her brother's.

(to be continued)