Date: Fri, 20 Mar 2009 22:35:07 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hey Mikey Ch. 12

This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,beliefs,
and in some cases, experience.  Come to think of it -- it mightnot be all
that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at timesbetween males, so
if this offends you, you are invited to retreat.  If youare too young or it
is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kindif story, shame on you
for reading it - - please stop here.  If not, - -ENJOY!  Cast of
characters:

Michael Timothy Headly -- That's me!

Spike -- (Diane, my big sister)

Mary -- My mom

Tom -- My father.

Gilbert Blank -- Friend from Woodland

Joey Gray -- Gilbert's "little brother"

Bobby Pepper -- New friend

Arlo Gates - Orienteer

Randy Samson -- Arlo's roomie

James Samson (Jay) Randy's adopted brother and ... My Twin!

... From Chapter 11:

"That's all you wanted?"  I asked, when Randy kissed me.

"Well -- maybe not ALL.  I owe you this!"  He said and he went directly for
my gold.  At first he lay his head on my pelvis and just sucked and tongued
it.  I could feel his day's stubble on the tender skin above my pubes.  I
started to thrust involuntarily.  He picked up his pace and before I knew
it, he was bobbing on me like a pro.  When I was ready to shoot, I warned
him and he just stayed there and kept bobbing until there was nothing left
to bob on except a piece of limp flesh -- which he still sucked like a baby
on his momma's breast.

I was enough spent that I didn't object or even ask why he was crying and
saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"  I don't think it was meant for me, anyway.

After my breathing slowed down, he came back up and lay on his back,
pulling me up on top of himself, then holding me as close as he could,
while tenderly and rubbing my back and neck ... and butt.

As I was almost dropping off to sleep, he said, "Please don't tell Jay.  I
feel like I am in love with you!"

I didn't say anything to counter that statement ... as I had to others.  I
felt the same way.  I just exulted in the feeling of love and security
... no matter how false it might be.

Chapter 12

"Hey M.T. Head!"

"Hi Spike!"

"How are you doing, Little Brother?"

"Hey -- not so little any more!  And Mom tells me that you have been losing
weight.  What's up?"

Spike somehow got all the homely genes in the family.  Maybe a nicer tern
is "plain".  Sorry, that's all there is to it.  That's probably why she
never cared much to keep herself trim either.

"Oh, that!  Heh!  Well, there's this guy - "

"Hah!  Nuff said!"

"No -- it's not!  He really liked me ... as a friend ... like all guys do.
Only with him it was different.  I really think we could have had
something!  I thought maybe we DID have something.  But he was hung up
about my weight."

"So ... is he ... "

" ... out of here."

"That's so lame!"  I said.

"Well, that's what I thought ... at first, but - " She said.

"It is!  It's shallow and - "

" -- now I am seeing it a little differently."  She said.  "He is a nice
guy, but why should he have to put up with my fat ass when he could have
Suzy Mulliger -- and NOT have to put up with the lard?  I mean -- she might
not be as good a lay as I am ... but she may be too."

"Was HE a good lay?"  I asked.  I guess my sis decided that now that I'm an
adult she can share things with me that she -- didn't -- before.

"He's young.  He can learn.  Do you remember Dale?"

"Oh, yeah -- that older guy that Dad didn't like!"  I said.

"Dale was 45.  I can see why Dad didn't like him -- now.  But he had
technique!  What Danny lacks in technique -- he makes up for in -- size!
He's big -- and I'm not talking his body ... if you get what I mean!"

"I think I do.  Randy, one of my roomies is very tall and his -- is -- well
-- probably about right for his size."

"OOO!  Can you take it all?"

"Not in both ends.  He's too big for my throat."

Okay, I am getting a little carried away.  She probably didn't need to know
that!  Before I could tell her that we haven't done anything more, she
said,

"Mikey -- let me ask you something: do you think that you are anywhere
close to -- um -- satisfying your curiosity -- about man sex?"

"Oh -- um -- huh?"  I asked.

"I mean - Danny and Dale -- oh -- and Willie Larson in high school -- are
the only guys I ever got that close to.  And I THOUGHT I was in love with
each of them.  But ... I notice that you were well -- close -- with all
those guys here in Williams.  But I mean -- you WEREN'T that close with
them.  I was a little worried about those guys from Woodland.  Gilbert and
Joey seemed nice enough, but they did seem a little um -- loose.  You DID
meet them in that bar in Frisco!"

"They were clean!"  I said defensively.

"Yes, I suppose they were and I suspect so was Bobby.  He and Gary are seen
all over town together now.  Word is that they are an item.  Gary's so big
and one of the stars of the Williams football team.  No one wants to
suggest anything funny is going on, but -- everyone pretty much knows."

"REALLY!  Bobby and Gary!  Well, they were best friends.  I guess they just
had to - "

"My point is -- I was kind of hoping that maybe you will grow up one of
these days and - "

"Oh yeah!ด I shot back.  Now that you've had YOUR fun -- you want me to
settle down and ... Spike!  I'm only eighteen!"

"Almost nineteen.  And please don't take offense.  I'm just your loving
sister who's worried about you.  You're 2000 miles away, for crap sakes.  I
don't want anything to happen to you.  There's only one of you!"

Should I tell her?  I think I'll wait!  On the other hand ...

"Spike, - "

"That's another thing.  Will you please call me Diane?  I want to shed that
image."

"Oh.  Okay.  Um -- Diane -- um -- wow!  That feels weird!  Well, anyway --
um -- DIANE -- if I tell you something -- can you keep it a secret from the
parents?"

"Dear brother, I've been keeping secrets from them for about as long as
you've been alive!"

"Well -- there's this guy that I want to bring home with me - "

"You mean this Randy?  The tall guy with the big - "

"No -- it's not him.  Sis, I never did anything serious with him."

"Oh!  So this other guy -- is -- someone you're more -- serious about?"
She said very much enthused.

"Diane, - um -- he is Randy's brother.  His name is Jay -- well, James, but
everyone calls him Jay.  He's my age and - "

"That helps -- a lot -- being the same age."

"I mean -- he's exactly my age.  He was born -- well -- probably minutes
from me.  We came form the same -- mother."

Spike -- DIANE -- was silent for a full 15 seconds.  "What -- what -- are
you telling me, Mikey?"

"He's my twin, Sis.  We are identical in every way, except -- I'm right
handed and he's a lefty."

"Wow -- true identical twins?"  she started laughing -- almost
uncontrollably, then, "This is one of the richest things I've ever -- I
studied about that!  Is his heart on the other side too?"

"Yup!  He's a lefty and it shows in his art.  Most artists are lefties, you
know."  I said.

"Well, what YOU don't know is -- complete identical twins are opposite in
all physical characteristics.  If he's artistic -- you are probably, as
well.  You see a lefty thinks critically from his right brain -- which is
the more artistic side.  But one of you has his brain flipped as well.  If
he was the first to develop -- before splitting into two embryos -- you're
left brain lobe is where the right would normally be -- and vice versa.
Like I said, if he's artistic -- you probably are too.  You just never
developed it.  Good grief, Mikey!  Here we are going on and on about the
science of this thing and -- geez Louise!  My brother is a twin!  Oh my
gosh, Mikey -- and I have to keep this a secret -- form Mom and Dad?"

"You said you would!"  I reminded her.

"I hope you plan to bring him home for Thanksgiving!"

"He's part of a close Mormon family.  He may not be able to come.  He's
still in high school."

"Shite, Brither!"  She said.  "You better try!  I'll pay both your way
home!  Just get him here!"


"I might want to bring Randy too."

"Why Randy?"

"Because I love him too."

"You LOVE him?"

"Not THAT way!  He's become -- um -- a good friend."

"Is he cute?"

"He IS -- very cute!"

"I'll pay his way too!"  She said, enthusiastically.

Uh-oh.  I was a little worried about her enthusiasm.  Do I tell her now?
Yes.  "There's something else.  Randy can't see."

"Can't see?"

"He's totally blind."

"Oh!  Wow!  Um -- that's interesting!  Can't see, huh?  What a shame."

"He lost his sight in a snow storm.  His retina was burned -- or
something."

"Blind -- wow.  That's too -- um -- yeah.  Well -- um - "

"Does that mean you don't want me to bring him?"

Please don't tell me that Randy's blindness would change your mind! I
thought.

"Um -- oh!  No!  Not at all!  I want to meet your brothers -- um --
brother!  Um -- does that make him YOUR brother too -- and mine?"

"You're weird!  Anyway -- I will try, but Thanksgiving is such a family
holiday."

"Then bring them the week after!"

"The problem is -- the week after isn't a 4-day weekend."

"Oh -- yeah.  Then it's settled.  I'm telling Mom you are bringing home two
friends for Thanksgiving!  YOU work it out!"

"I'll do my best."

"Mikey?"

"Yeah?"

"You're my budd!"

"I know!  And you're my Sissy!  Bye, DIANE."

"I love you ... Bye, Sweetheart!"

"Love you too!"

"That was your sister?"  Said Randy, walking in my door.

"Yeah.  How much did you hear?"

"Well -- I heard probably all of it, but I wasn't eavesdropping -- if
that's what your wondering."

"Oh no!  It wouldn't have mattered.  But we were talking about you."

"Oh ... what?  About me?  I hope it wasn't all bad!"

"No ... it was mostly good!"

"Mostly, huh?  That implies that part of it WASN'T good."

"None of it was bad!"  I teased.

"You tell me -- and I'LL decide that!"

"I told her you are blind."

"You told her THAT?!"

"I'm sorry.  Was that wrong?"

"Well -- er -- no, but -- I'd rather not be just categorized as blind
... you know?"

"Well, it WASN'T the first thing told her about you."

"What else did you tell her?

"Well, for one thing, I told her that I love you."

"Oh!  Um -- well -- er -- um -- hey, about the other night -- I mean -- I
said something that I need to clarify."

"I know what you are going to say, and it isn't necessary."

"Yeah ... right!  How would you know what I'm thinking?"

"Let me try.  You got caught up in what we did and in the passion of it,
you told me you loved me -- or rather that you thought you were in love
with me."

"Yeah -- and - ?"

"And now that the heat of your passion is gone -- you are regretting saying
that.  I know that one -- too well."

"Look, Mikey -- I'm sorry but -- I mean -- that's why I have hardly talked
to you since -- since -- then.  I just -- I'm sorry -- sorry -- if I -- um
-- gave you false hope."

I could tell he wanted to touch me, but was afraid of making things worse.
I took his hand and put it up to my face.  "It's okay, Randy -- really it
is.  What I was going to tell you was that I knew what was happening.  I've
had experience - " I thought about what my sis said.  " -- maybe too much
experience.  But I knew exactly what was happening when you said that.  I
decided not to say anything at the moment.  I guess I should have said
something, but then I forgot -- and I'm the one who is sorry to cause you
to agonize over me!"

He sat down next to me on the couch.  "I DO love you, Mike."

"And I wasn't lying to my sis that I love you.  I also told her that you
are very tall and have a very nice dick!"

"Nuh-uh!"  He exclaimed.  "You DIDN'T tell her that!"

"Actually I did.  But I told her we haven't done anything serious."

"Did you tell her we did some things that WEREN'T serious?"

"Haha!  I told her we haven't has anal sex."

"Geez Louise, Mikey!  That pretty much implies that we've done pretty much
everything else."

"Everything important!"  I said.  "Haha!  That's exactly what SHE said!"

"What?"

"She said Geez Louise!"

"Now I GOTTA meet your sister!  But, no!  I CAN'T.  She knows I have sucked
your dick!  But -- Geez!  If she's as good looking as you are -- I WANT to
meet her!"

"You've never seen me."

"I've seen Jay!  That's all I need.  If she's anything like you two - "

"Remember -- we have different biological parents."

"I still want to meet her!  Do you think she'll ever come out here to see
you?"

"She wants us to come out to see her -- and my parents.  She even will pay
our way!"

"Oh my gosh!  But she knows -- um -- and that -- um -- you've sucked me
too!  How can I -- Why did you have to tell her THAT?"

"I'm close with her.  She didn't have a sister.  I didn't have a brother.
We talk!"

I could see a smile creeping around his mouth.  "When -- when are we
suppose to -- um -- go?"

"She want's both of you to come home with me for Thanksgiving.  I told her
that you are a strong Mormon family and that Thanksgiving is a family
holiday -- so - "

"Ah -- but God is not a respecter of days!"

"What's that mean?"

"It means we can celebrate Thanksgiving any time.  If I get an opportunity
to go to California -- my parents wouldn't care.  We'd just have our turkey
day another time."

"That easy, huh?"

Before I was finished he had flipped out his cell phone and called his
brother.  "Yo!  Yup!  Hey, Mike wants us to come home with him for
Thanksgiving.  I know.  I KNOW!  But they wouldn't care if we got this
chance.  Yeah.  Yeah.  Well, I think after their little surprise next
weekend -- they'll be okay with anything you want.  Well???  Okay, Bye,
Bud!"

"Let me talk to him!"  I said.

"Mike?"

"Yeah."

"How -- I mean -- who -- um -- I'm not sure I can afford - "

"My sister is paying all our ways."

"Cool Beans!"  He said.  "Um when you come Friday night - " And he told me
all the plans he had in breaking this little surprise to his parents -- who
still have no idea that he knows he's adopted or that he's a twin -- as far
as we know.


ญญญญญ "Hi Spike -- er -- I mean Diane.  It's all set.  Yup!  Do you want to
make the reservations?"


"You do it.  Use mom and pop's card.  I'll pay them back.  I'll just tell
then that you're bringing two buddies home with you.  You know they'll like
that."

I felt a little badly for Arlo, but he said his parents WOULD be expecting
him.  But he wasn't planning to miss our surprise this weekend.  He wasn't
exactly invited, but we couldn't tell him no.  And as it worked out, he
helped us.

I talked to Jay several times and we decided to dress exactly alike --
Levis and a white tee, white socks and blue classic Vans.  "Do you have a
leather jacket?"  He asked.

"Yeah, it looks kind of like a motorcycle jacket."

"Perfect!"  He said.

When we got there, we walked in and I saw Randy and Jay's dad first.
"Where's mom?"  Asked Randy.

"In the kitchen."

"Will you go get her?  I have someone who wants to meet her."

This man who I had never seen, looked at me almost like I wasn't there.  He
must have thought that Jay went out to the yard to meet his brother.  "Um
-- we already know Arlo.  Nice to see you again, Arlo."

"There's -- ahem -- someone else."  I couldn't help smiling.  Mr. Samson
looked at me querulously and said, "Something's going on, but ... we'll
bite!  Just a minute."

He had a wide smile on his face as he walked to the kitchen and said, "Our
boys have something up their sleeve I think, but they need both of us out
here."

>From the kitchen, Mrs. Samson said, Should I call the girls in from the
back yard?"

"NO!"  Said Randy.  "I mean -- not yet."  When Mrs. Samson appeared, wiping
her hands on a towel, Randy grabbed my arm.

"Take me to my mom," he whispered, taking my arm.  I led him to her and he
went around back of her.  I retreated back to Arlo.  Then he called loudly,
"Jay!"

Both Mr. and Mrs. Samson looked at Randy and she said, Your brother is
right - "

"Hi!"  Said Jay from behind us.

I stepped away from Arlo.  Jay had on his identical clothing including the
black leather jacket.  He walked to me.  We looked each other up and down.
He put his spread hand up and I met it with my own.  Then we heard the
little shriek.  We looked and Randy caught his mother from falling down.
With his dad's help they eased her to the floor.

"I don't know what's going on, but this is not funny!"  Said Mr. Samson.
"How did you -- omigod!"

"Dad!"  Said Randy.

"How -- how long -- have you -- known?"  He said.  Mrs. Samson was still
speechless.  "Oh my -- er -- your identical!  Which one of you is - "

"I'm Jay."  Said my brother.  "I found out and reacted about the same way
as mom did."

"They didn't tell us!"  Said his dad, angrily.

"YOU didn't tell ME!"  Said Jay.  It was said with emphasis, but not
angrily.

Mr. Samson looked at the floor, where his wife was still trying to make
sense of what her eyes beheld.  Finally she said, "You -- you -- you --
have a twin?"

"Amazing, ain't it, Folks?  Well, they say everyone has a twin somewhere in
the world ... don't they?  I was just lucky enough to find mine.  Or
... Oh!  Um ... was there something that you wanted to tell me?"

Mrs. Samson looked up at her husband, with a perplexed look.  "Um -- maybe
we should have a moment alone with our son."  Said Mr. Samson to everyone
else in the room.

"I'd like my brother to be here too."  Said Jay, taking my hand. "Arlo,
maybe you and Randy can go out to the back yard with out sisters."

I couldn't miss the hurt look on Randy's face.  As soon as they were gone,
Jay's dad said, "Jay -- in the first place -- you need to know that -- this
doesn't affect our love for you in the least."  He looked like he expected
something in return, but when it didn't come he continued.  "Also, Mike, is
it?  Yes, Mike is NOT your brother.  Obviously you have the same biological
parents, but -- I am your father, she's your mother, and your real brother
and sisters are in the back yard."

Jay pulled me closer.  "This IS my brother!  We're alike in too many ways!
I've been doing a lot of thinking about this Dad.  And you know what?  The
only answer to this is -- we were twins in the pre-existence too.  That's
the only logical answer.  So we ARE brothers! I don't know why you didn't
tell me about this, and I was ... sooo pissed ... at first!"  When he said
"pissed", both their eyes widened, but didn't say anything.

"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry, but -- I lost a lot of trust -- in you -- when I met
my brother.  So -- I talked to some people.  I told the bishop I would be
telling you this today and asked him to keep it a secret too.  But everyone
I talked to told me the same thing: that you love me and that whatever you
did, no matter if it was the right thing to do or not -- you did because
you thought you were doing the right thing."

"Honey, - yes!  That part's true.  We prayed about it and never quite felt
satisfied with anything impressions we got.  So -- maybe it WAS wrong, but
-- we did nothing.  I'm so sorry you had to find out in this way!"

"Well, I still get some pretty uncomfortable feelings about it - "

"What kind of feelings, son?"  Asked his dad.

"Sorry but ... pee-aye-ess-ess-ee-dee!  Pissed!  Even with all the advice I
have gotten -- and logic tells me to forgive you -- and for the most part
-- I have.  But I still wake up sometimes ... again, sorry, but pissed."

"Son, sometimes a new idea takes time to process.  We always planned to
tell you somehow after preparing you for it.  But - "

"My parents told me on the day I graduated high school!"  I inserted.

"Wait a minute!  You've already graduated?"

"Yes, Mr. Samson.  I was born -- oh, heh, you KNOW when I was born!"

"Of course!  So you started early, whereas we kept Jay back.  Did you have
any problems starting early?"

"I was at the top of my class.  Anyway, I was just getting used to being
adopted when I met this hunk at a party."  I hugged him close from the
side.  "And it was a costume party at that.  When I came out of the
bathroom, and it was time for everyone to take off their masks, we looked
at each other.  We both thought it was some kind of joke at first."

"We -- we -- had no idea that you were a twin, Jay."  Said his mother.
"All we were told was that you and your parents were in a horrible auto
accident, but because of the child restraints, you were not killed -- on
the way home from the hospital.  Actually we didn't get you until you were
three weeks old.  Someone else started to adopt you, but for some reason
they didn't get to keep you.  For whatever reason we got you."

"And -- we love you, Jay!"  Said his dad.

"I know you do.  And -- oh -- there's something else I need to tell you."
He said, then, "OUCH!" Jay looked over at me.  I knew what was coming.  I
squeezed his had so hard that it hurt him.  I shook my head.  "And -- um --
I guess I'll leave that for later."  He said.

"Um -- maybe it's time to invite the others in."  I said.  "I know Randy
needs to know that you still love him as much or more for the way he's
handled this."  I said to hopefully divert the attention from what Jay
might have been going to admit to them.

"I can tell already that Mike has been raised by goodly parents!"  Said
Mrs. Samson.  "Um -- why don't you two go into Jay's room for a few moments
so we can kind of prepare your sisters for what they'll see."

Jay led me to his room.  We closed the door as we heard the others being
called into the house.  We tossed our leather jackets on his bed.

Jay took my hands and looked me up and down. "Every morning I've had to
wake up and wonder if it was really true."

"Me too.  But all I had to do was get used to the idea of my twin.  I can't
imagine what it must have been like with just finding out about the
adoption thing too."  I said.  Then I looked him up and down and added,
"You look SOOOOO good!"

"So do you!"  He said laughing.  We just spontaneously grabbed each other
and kissed on the lips -- a deep passionate kiss!  "I didn't realize how
much I missed that, either!"

My hopes skyrocketed!  We stood and held each other for what seemed like an
eternity in heaven to me.

"Jay -- Mike!"  Commanded Mr. Samson's voice.  "Please come out and let
your sisters see you!"

We opened the door.  We walked out hand-in-hand.  Jay's little sisters ran
halfway across the room and then stopped.  They looked at me, and then at
Jay.  Then they started to giggle.  They didn't know who was who.  Then the
smallest one ran to Jay and the other ran to me.  They were about 8 and ten
years old.

We both received and picked up a sister.  I whispered, "I'm Mike."

"I know!"

"How did you know?"

"You didn't wink at me!"  She said, but she hugged me as if she knew me
forever.

Then Randy said, "I have a request."


"What would that be, Son?"

"Can we have Thanksgiving next week?"

"Oh my -- that IS a request!" Said Mrs. Samson.

"We could do it the week after Thanksgiving, if that's a problem.  Jay and
I want to go to California to meet Mikey's parents for Thanksgiving."

"Oh.  Um -- can't you do that another - "

"We need the four days off school to travel.  We can come here any time."
Said Randy.

"That's true," Said Mr. Samson.  "And when you do come, we want to invite
your roommates too!"

"That's very kind of you, Mr. and Mrs. Samson."  Said Arlo.

We had a nice dinner and watched a rented video, appropriate for preteens,
and then we had to decide who would sleep with whom, since there were not
enough rooms for everyone.  "I want to sleep with my brother!"  Said Jay.
I was very please with that until he added, "I`ve really missed you, Rand!"

I looked at Arlo.  "I guess that puts you and me together!"

"Ah'm easy!"  He said grinning.

I hit the bathroom first.  Then while Arlo was getting ready for bed, in
the bathroom, I lay there wondering what Jay and Randy would be doing
tonight.  I was actually feeling jealous!  This takes sibling rivalry to
another lever altogether!  As I lay there, feeling sorry for myself, Randy
came in, in the dark.  He knelt by my bed, as was his m.o., and put his
hand out.  I took it and lay it on my heart, coving it with my own.

"I'm sorry, Mikey.  I know you were hoping to be with Jay.  But -- he wants
it this way, I guess.  Please give him time.  He always needs time to
digest things."

"Yeah, I got that from what he said to your parents.  It's maybe best that
he DID have some time to adjust to the idea of being adopted before
confronting your mom and pop."

"Yeah.  I was surprised that he's been as nice as he has. Well, anyway,
I'll see you in the morning.  And Mike -- I love you!"  He said, and he too
kissed me passionately.  Maybe it just runs in the family!

"G'night, Randy.  I love you too."  I was going to pull him up on top of
me, but Arlo came back.

"Oh!  Sorry!"  He said.

"It`s okay, I was just leaving.  G'night Arlo."

"G'night Randy."

After Randy left, Arlo climbed into the bed with me.  He wasted no time in
cuddling up next to me.  "Ah'm gonna miss this when y'all go to
California!"

"Do you cuddle with Randy?"

"Not too much."

"Only a little huh?"  I said, sarcastically.

"Well, since you came, it seemed like the thing to do.  Ah sleep like a
baby like this."  He said as he lay half on top of me, his head on my
chest.  "Ah hope you don't mind."

I hugged him to me.  "I don't mind at all!"  I said, as I thought, "I
actually needed it!"

Early in the morning, I awoke to Jays hand on my arm.  "Hi."  He whispered.

"Hi."  I said.

"Hi."  Said Arlo.

"Oh -- Arlo!" whispered Jay.  "Would you mind going in with my brother -- I
wanted to talk to Mikey a little."

"Shore thing, Jay."  He said and he padded across to the other room.

"Mike, I wanted to tell you something."  He climbed under the covers with
me.  "I guess what I did last night was a little sucky -- at least that`s
what my brother says.  I'm sorry.  I really have missed Randy.  I always do
when he's gone.  I'm still not quite used to having another -- um -- ME --
around.  It's kinda cool -- kinda spooky -- if you know what I mean.

"I -- um -- agree with the cool part.  It just answers so many questions
I've had -- about feelings I've had for years -- like someone else was
invading my space or something -- I remembered a dream I had when I was
nine years old.  It was my ninth birthday.  I dreamed I had a twin brother.
I didn't even - "

"What?"  He exclaimed.  What?  When did you have that dream?"

"On my -- well, our -- ninth birthday."

"Shee-yit!"

"What?"  I asked.

"I just remembered -- I had that same dream.  I asked my mom if I was
adopted -- I think!  Or maybe that was a dream too!  Oh -- that's even MORE
spooky!"

"You think it's spooky?  I don't.  It just means we've been connected all
these years.  What's spooky about that?"

"I dunno.  I guess it's just we grow up believing something and now this
stuff seems to be trying to blow it out of the water."

"How does this conflict with your beliefs?"


"Man!  I believe that we came here form somewhere else -- you know?"


"No -- I'm afraid I don't know."

"Oh.  Well, as Mormons we believe that we lived with God, as spirits,
before we came here to be with our earthly family."

"Oh yeah, you were saying something about that to your parents earlier.
And your brother has mentioned a few things to me."

"What do you think?"  he asked.

"I dunno.  It kind of makes sense to me.  I actually like your idea that we
were together as twins in -- what did you call it?"

"The Pre-existence."

"Oh, yeah.  So -- how does this other stuff contradict what you believe?"

"It's just that -- no one's ever said anything about anything like this.
ESP -- all that stuff -- I don't think we're supposed to believe in that
kind of stuff."

"Would your father know?"

"I dunno.  Maybe we can ask him."

I yawned.  "Sorry.  I don't sleep as well as Arlo does with him on top of
me."

"Is Arlo gay?"

"I don't -- know.  HE doesn't know.  It seems like since I came into your
lives, everyone is mixed up!"

"What?  Everyone?  My brother -- I mean -- Randy?  Is he wondering about --
if he's gay, too?"

"I don't think so."

"I don't think so either!"

"Or do you not WANT to think so?"  I asked.  "The first night that we slept
together, he thought you were me when he woke up.  He was dry humping me.
We both shot our load.  He said, `Oh no, not again, Jay-Jay!'  So I am
guessing it happened more than once.  He was afraid that he made you gay."

"That's ridiculous!  I'm gonna set him straight on that one!"

"By the way -- were you going to tell your parents yesterday -- before I
squeezed your hand -- that we are gay?"

"You mean when you almost broke my hand?  Yeah, and I'm glad you did that.
That might not have been the best time to tell them.  Also, sorry!  I also
thought later that it wasn't fair to you to out you without asking.  So --
if I get a chance -- and the conditions seem right -- later on today --
would you mind if I tell them?  I really hate lying to them.  And not
telling them is like lying."

"I guess it's okay.  It has to be harder for you to tell then than it is
for me."

"I may tell him when we ask about that ESP thing.  He likes it when I ask
him gospel questions."

I yawned again.  "Oh -- sorry.  You probably want to sleep some more.  He
turned over and spooned up into me.  "Oh -- that's right -- you probably
can't sleep so well like this huh?"

I pulled him in closer.  "I'll take my chances!"  I kissed his neck.  He
giggled as he felt my boner stiffen up, and wiggled his butt.

Somehow I was asleep when we heard his dad saying, across the hall, "It's
almost time for breakfast guys -- oh!  I guess we've been playing musical
beds!"

Hearing him step across the hallway, I quickly scooted back, so I wasn't
touching Jay.  My eyes were closed when he came in.  He didn't announce
himself loudly as he did across thaw hall.  He opened the door and walked
quietly and looked down at us.  He smiled and shook his head.  "It's time
to get up and at `em, boys."  He said gently.  "Geez -- I can't tell which
of you is which!"

Jay grinned up at his father and said, pointing back at me -- "I'm his
brother!"

Laughing, his dad said, "Well, breakfast will be in about 15.  I'll get out
now and give you some privacy."

He closed the door.  Jay turned toward me and said, "Thanks for scooting
away so quickly.  I think I'd rather tell him than have him find out by
mistake!"

I came closer and kissed him and grabbed for what I was certain would be
his morning wood.  I was not disappointed.  He reciprocated.  Without as
much as a word, we both got the other off.  When we were done, he grabbed a
cum rag from a side table, and cleaned us both up.  I thanked him with a
kiss.

"We probably shouldn't sleep together again while we are here -- especially
after I tell them about -- it."

"I guess you're right."  I said, reluctantly.

"I love you more and more, Twin!"

"Me too!"  I said, my spirit soaring.

Notes: Well, we know what our boy wants, and what we want for him.  But --
we don't always get what we want ... exactly ... do we?  Comments are
welcome to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com.  Thanks and ... Love, Steve