Date: Fri, 23 Apr 2004 22:20:07 -0400
From: rondoray@webtv.net
Subject: THE OTHER ONES 3

Country Living
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     "Martin" I whispered.

     "Yeah?"

     Talk is cheap so I said no
more, the fervent sanctity of the
moment spoke for itself.

     Breathlessly we began to
move, almost timidly, the love
and the wonder of our joining
was like it was brand new and
full of adventure every time we
did it again.

     As I slowly moved in and
out of him he squiggled into the
ground and sighed, "Oh my,
oooooo" and I gently kissed the
back of his straw colored hair,
shaped just like the bowl Mom
used to cut it with, "Push it
way in Bro' push it in deep" he
begged.

     "Maaaaartin, you are so fab"
I told  him, "You too" he shot
back, "Just the very best".

     I held my hands under his
armpits with my palms facing in
and my thumbs on the back of
his shoulders pressing into his
back between his shoulders
with the right side of my face,
I could only gasp and pant, he
was taking my breath away, oh
yeah, one time he told me he
thought that I was breathtaking
too.

     "That's nice" he said, "You're
doing that so good now," mmm
it was so sweet, we were being
drawn together even closer yet
by the sensual love we shared.

     "Oh yes" I gasped and then
I began to lick on his ear and to
kiss the side of his neck and his
ear again, "You're mine" I said
"You're all mine" and  then he
twisted his head around as far
as he could and his mouth was
a justified target for a kiss.

     My aim was perfect and our
red, moist, panting lips made
contact as we both moaned
softly "Mmmm." as our slithery
tongues flicked in and out of
each other's mouths.

     Then we both broke the kiss
and gasped for air as we caught
our breath.

     The smells of Summer filled
the air, the grass, the trees and
the flowers and us, it all had
such a fragrant and sexy
essence, "Chrissey, you're doin'
alright" he said to me "So are
you, oooooh don't ever change"
I answered and I bore down a
little harder, my heart pounding
as my blood roared thundering
in my ears, "Soon Bro, soon"
I crooned.

     Even now we were both
getting tighter, I went into his
hole more forcefully yet and he
too rammed back into me with
even greateer intensity.

     "Martin" I moaned urgently.

     "Aw Chris, yessssssss" and
now we were both moving like
magic, then he screamed very
loudly ''PRESS DOWN HARD
CHRIS, JAM IT INTO ME'' as
he fiercely clawed the blanket
he began to sob wildly as I
rammed into him, even more
forcefully  then before,

     ''OH MARTY'' I groaned and
I wrapped my arms around him
tightly, then we both had went
as far as we could go, no turning
back now, our hearts were
beating like drums.

     Then we moved slower and
slower trying to prolong our
orgasm as long as possible and
not wanting to stop until we'd
done all we could for each other,
then, we finally halted our
movements and layed silently,
holding hands as we were.

     I looked at his watch which
was facing up as we layed still
and I said, "I guess we're out of
time, we have to go back now
or we'll be late for supper" and I
rolled off of him.

     I reached out and grabbed
a strap on my backpack and
pulled it to me, then we got our
clothes on and Martin carried
the bag as we headed back
on the half mile walk to our
house.

     "I hope we don't keep the
other ones waiting" I said, 'The
other ones' was more of our
code talk, it was a basic theme
with variations, essentially it
meant anyone whe wasn't me
or my Twin Bro collectively but
we also referred to folks by
name if we knew their name at
all.

      "C'mon let's go at the
double,we'll never get there in
time just walking" so we began
to jog shouting ''EINS, ZWEI,
DREI, VIER, WHO IS GOING
TO BUY THE BEER, LINKS,
RECHT, LEFT, RIGHT!!'' and
kept it up and we were home in
no time, shucks, we often run
everywhere anyway.

     "I can already hear Rodney
yelling his head off" Martin
keenly observed and there was
no doubt about it, as we got
closer to home there was our
own personal public conscience,
sitting on the fence, screaming
as loudly as he could with a
snarl on his visibly dirty face,

     ''YOU'RE LATE FOR
SUPPER, YOU'RE LATE FOR
SUPPER.''

     "You're not our Mother" I
told him, "Why should you
care?"

      "Cause you're late for
supper, that's why" he
mindlessly repeated.

     Ignoring him we went into
the house and I hung my back
pack in the vestibule.

     Everybody was seated at
the table when we went into
the dining room, Nana looked at
us and said, "You missed
Grace"and she bowed her head
and said "Please Lord, make
Christopher and Martin truly
thankful for what they are
about to receive, amen" while
we waited, then she made the
sign of the cross as we did too,
then we joined the other ones
in the evening meal.

     Grandma and Joe the hired
hand who was allowed to eat
with the Family sat on one side
of the table, Mother sat on one
end and if Father were here now
he would sit on the other end
and me and Martin sat facing
Nana and Joe on the other side.

     After we had both consumed
a small kielbasa sausage, two
golf ball size potatos and sipped
on our cold lemonade I said to
Joe "Joe, could you please pass
the pickles" and he did.

     "Me too please Joe" said my
twin and then we both had a
whole sweet gerkin apiece.

     After this we cut them into
three pieces with a sharp knife
the table provided, six pieces
between the two of us.

     Myself, Joe the gardener
and Martin were now sharing
data in a secret code we had
devised, none of the other ones
could possibly know what we
were saying.

     Here's how it works.

     That we wanted to meet with
Joe tomorrow was understood
when I asked_him_to pass the
pickles which were always put
on the table every day by Nana.

      She knew they were one
of our favorites and even though
she did not know of our code
she did love us and always
wanted us to have access to
them at the main meal every
day.

     Once we had a pickle we
would slice it into three pieces
with a sharp knife the table
provided.

     Each pickle slice symbolized
a half hour in the day, always
affecting the three hour span
between nine in the morning to
to twelve noon.

      We began to eat our pickles
bit by bit with a small fork as we
chewed slowly and Joe watched
us carefully out of the corner of
his eye.

      When Martin was down to
one slice of pickle and I was
down to two Joe asked "Would
you guys like another pickle" and
Martin said "No Joe, this'll do"

      We had just agreed that it
was convenient for us all to meet
in Joe's cellar office the next day
at ten thirty in the morning, just
the time Joe had stopped the
clock by offering us more
pickles when we had three
pieces, (Half hours left plus nine
o' clock) thereby telling us that
that was when it would be
convenient for him to receive
us.

     All this trouble just to get
to Joe's big dick.

     Then we had our dessert,
banana cream pie, Nana's own
recipe, one that even tops what
some pastry chef's have to offer.

     Not only that, she gave us
each a brown, lunch size paper
bag stuffed with something and
said "Here, for my babas, some
of my molasses taffy for you to
have later."

     ''BOY!!'' I yelled, "Thanks
Nana."

       What a Nana.

       Then, Mother and I went
upstairs to her room to watch
'The Brady Bunch' on the T.V.
she had in there for herself to
watch in bed while Nana went
off to watch T.V. and also to
work on a home made afghan
she was making as she enjoyed
the show, in the end the heavy
cloth cover she was making
would be a masterpiece of
interwoven design.

     Martin, a big fan of Arnold
The Terminator went up to our
room to play 'T-two' on the
playstation.

     When he saw the movie he
fell in love with Ed Furlong too.

     Joe went back to work to
finish up till he retired for the
day.

     Our Family provided a
bungalow just for the hired
hand out back, Joe always had
a job or two he was on for
the never ending maintenance
of the house and grounds and
he was a hard worker, always
at it, today he was sharpening
the scythe and the trimming
shears.

     Offering my bag I said "Nana
made my favorite candies today
Mother, would you like to have
one" and she said "Why thank
you Chris."

     As we unwrapped the wax
paper the candy was wrapped
in Mum said, "What episode of
'The Brady Bunch' do you like
the best Chrissey?"

     I looked at her and said
"You have to promise me you
won't think I'm naughty" and
she said "Okay."

     "I like the one where Bobby
Brady has to wear an old pair of
pants from the last year that are
too small for him now cause
he's grown bigger since then
and then they split down the
back when he has to climb up
on a ladder."

      "Yeah, I like that one too"
she said, "It's so funny" and I
loved her more than ever as the
T.V. sang 'Let me tell you >>
'bout a man named Brady, etc.
as crickets sang outside and
the faint sound of thunder
could be heard in the distance.