Date: Sun, 18 Apr 2004 02:08:43 -0400
From: rondoray@webtv.net
Subject: THE OTHER ONES

DISCLAIMER
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This story is fiction and bears
no connection to people in the
real world, past or present.

It concerns boy/boy and boy/man
sexual expression, also boy/boy/
man and if this is not your thing
then you are advised not to read
it, if you have an open mind
though why not try?

You might like it.

If it is against your local laws of
any kind, ditto, don't indulge, also
if you are under eighteen years
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THE OTHER ONES
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1
Brotherly Love
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Hello, I'm Chris Uvarsky, one
half of the twin team of Chris
and Martin Uvarsky, eleven year
old boy tigers.

Our mission when we accomplish
it, (There's no doubt about it, we
will) is changing Rodney Crowder,
our current screwed up kid in
residence to accept the ways of
sanity and decorum in an otherwise fucked up World.

He too is eleven, beyond that
all resemblance between him
and a human being ends.

We owe him the effort, we
believe he can be saved >>
maybe by love.

We're cool with the fact that
by his own option he doesn't play
with us, just by himself, no kid in
their right mind wants to get
close to him cause he doesn't
know from showers with soap
and warm water and his Mom
doesn't want to straighten him
out on that either, why I'll never
guess.

In school when he doesn't get
by with playing hookey our home
room teacher keeps two rows of
empty chairs around him in
every direction and points the fan
away from all life forms present
any day of the year to divert his
body odor in another direction.

We're sure he's not retarded,
not really, but his senseless,
weird and totally selfish rude
behavior has fooled so many
people.

Anyway, me and my Bro were
playing 'Good Guy, Bad Guy'
in the woods that surround the
Family farm where we live in
Kansas.

"I can see you clearly and I could
kill you now but I want you alive"
my Brother's sweet voice intoned
melodically from an unseen point
of origin.

He can't sound mean even when
it's in character, he's just too
damn nice, we were still having
fun with our game though, it was
a real hoot.

"Please don't shoot me, I want
to live" I cried out plaintively and
he said "I want you to live too so
I can hold you for ransom and get
a lot of money from your rich
Daddy".

Then I heard running feet on the
dried leaves pounding my way
and I looked around and the
running stopped.

Martin was still unseen to the
best of my visual recognizance
but I knew he was close by,
very close by, I could feel him.

"I'm closer to you now, next
time you'll be my prisoner" and
I believed that totally cause my
Brother was good at this kind of
play, a really stealthy combat
commando.

Maybe it was just children
innocently passing time but
I wanted him to catch me cause
I knew what would happen when
he did.

He and I would be in our very
own heavenly paradise and it
wouldn't be child's play then, oh
no, gosh no, mmmmmmm.

It would be the deepest case
of Brotherly love the World has
ever known but we didn't care if
the World ever knew, more fun
for just us, uh huh, ooooooooh.
he was gonna catch me soon.

I continued along in the warm
June air trying to not make noise
on old Autumn leaves that were
never cleaned up in the forest,
the woods was regarded as a
wasteland and who rakes leaves
in a wasteland?

Stealth was impossible.

Maybe I'm young but I'm not too
light footed, only when I dance
or do sports, I still neither heard
nor sensed anything but then from
out of nowhere his arms were
around me, tightly enough to
restrain me but loose enough not
to hurt.

"I've got you again Chrissey, you
can never escape me" and he
kissed me on the neck.

Then I turned around and faced
him and we had a full draught,
totally sexy kiss, thousands of
degress hotter than Tom Cruise
and Britney Spears had ever
done on the screen and both of
our souls went into each other
right there.

"Maybe I wanted to be caught by
you" I gasped, panting, I was
already out of breath just at the
thought that I was again in the
arms of my twin, my Brother, the
boy who was MY LOVER!!!

He put his lips next to my
ear and thickly rasped, "Let's
put the fuckin' blanket down
Chris and lose the clothes".
he said and he pulled a thick
blanket out of my knapsack and
we took a corner in each of our
hands and spread it flat over the
carpet of dried leavs on the
ground.

Then we removed our T-shirts,
play shorts, sneakers and socks
and stuffed them all in my ruck
sack, (lots of room in there now
that the thick blanket was out).

We pulled a new jar of Vaseline
Petroleum Jelly out of a small
side pocket on the camping bag,
then we placed the backpack off
where it would not disturb the
new game we were playing as
we both layed down, we had to
embrace each other, totally
naked, sweetly kissing, breathing
heavily still.

Our hearts raced in anticipation
of the joys and pleasures that
awaited just ahead for us as we
slowly and lovingly passed the
time.

I rolled over and layed face down
and by this act I knew that I had,
without saying a word offered my
self as the first one to get the
other one's cock in his butt, I
needed that very much right now.

He spoke saying, "I get to be
Daddy first huh, is that the way
you want it."

Yeah, both of us guys had our
virginity taken by our Father a
scant two months ago when we
had our eleventh birthday, he
said it was an extra birthday gift
but he had to hold on to it cause
it was a part of his body but we
kids could play with it anytime.

We both had an early puberty
at only eleven years of age,
mine happened as a nocturnal
emission, Martin had his first
wet cum when I was sucking
his cock, it couldn't have cum
at a better time.

Shortly after we had done with
the cake and the off key singing
of 'Happy Birthday' and the
unwrapping of all of the neat
presents that we got he said he
wanted to go in our room to have
some 'Man talk'.

Man oh man, it truly was a total experience but right now it's just
us two lovin' sibling kids.

Until our Pop returns from sunny
Mexico where he's doing some
executive field work for the big
corporation he works for we'll
have to get along without him.

We DO miss him on our get
togethers though, as I said he
gave us both the first time ever
in our lives to find out about how
to love.

He is one of the C.E.O.s for
the company and so he has to
travel a lot.

"Yes" I moaned into my folded
arms, my face buried , "Oh yes,
I want that the most, please
make love to me".

We didn't rush into things, it
would be minutes before we
wanted to make any sexual
connection, right now we just
did some almost innocent fore
play and enjoyed the longing,
the anticipation of pleasures
soon to occur.

Softly, oh so tenderly Martin
began to caress my buttcheeks,
kind of like he was petting a
dog.

One of most satisfying and
also one of the spookiest things
about having an identical twin
is that I can take stock of myself
anytime I want just by looking at
him.

"Oh yes, that feels so good" I
said as I looked at him lovingly,
spellbound by the enchantment
of his stroking hand.

When I layed as I was then face
down in anticipation of receiving
him in my rear end I knew at
once just how beautiful I looked
to him cause I had seen him the
same way on many occasions
a short time before I was to put
my organ into his own dark, soft,
warm inner regions when it was
my turn to be on top.

"You are so beautiful Chrissy,
I always thought that only Angels
were as pretty as you look to me
right now" and I swear I could
see my backline, (Actually his
backline but identical) in my
head as clearly as in a digicam
pic.

And it wasn't like looking into a
mirror when I saw his front as
he layed next to me, it was
more like seeing a video of my
own face, we both had these
meltingly soft eyes that were so
big and innocent looking, the
full, protruding, ultra sexy lips
that so many Russian and
Czech boys seem to be born
with, we wanted to kiss each
other all the time and other
stuff too.

Then he ran his hands on my
thighs, they were slightly tensed
in expectation.

"Let's kiss again, we both have
the lips to be super kissers".

We were born in America but
we knew our heritage, our
Nana, (Grandmother) who lived
in the house with the Family
had come to the U.S.A. right
from Russia, we didn't have a
Slavic accent but we knew
our old language, she taught
it to us from the time when we
were little babies.

"Super duper duper kissers"
I moaned as once again I
tasted the gift of his tasty lips.

We weren't built like jocks but
our bodies were okay, pleasingly
plump but not too overweight,
we didn't consider ourselves
fatties, more like some artistic
renderings I've seen of 'Cupid'
or 'Eros' by ancient sculptors.

Rodney was a fatty, just one
more indication of the slothful
life he led.

When we started his makeover
we were going to put him on
a diet.