Date: Fri, 22 Apr 2005 16:27:42 +0100
From: Story Teller <storymeister@gmail.com>
Subject: IDENTICAL DESIRES, Incest, Gay

This isn't so much a sex story as a story with sex in it.  I hope at
least some of you will enjoy my efforts.  The usual copyright rules apply
and any comments are welcome.


Chapter One

All my life I have heard stories of how intertwined are the lives of
identical twins, well ours weren't.

Even as children we never seemed to get on, fighting and arguing over the
slightest thing: not only did we refuse to dress identically, we refused
to even wear each other's clothes.   When we were eight our parents were
divorcing and my father returning to America, so it seemed almost natural
that David would go with my father while I, Christopher, would stay in
Britain with my mother; David was devoted to Dad while I was very much my
mother's son.

Over the next few years mother ensured that contact was maintained as
much as possible, sending letters , photographs and so on, but I soon
came to think of David as a sort of cousin that I used to know: I missed
my father even less.

Tragedy struck when we were 13 and my mother died suddenly.  There was
some discussion about my going to America but my maternal grandparents
were keen to take care of me, and I think my father was finding that
looking after one son was more than cramping his lifestyle so it was soon
agreed that I should stay in Britain at least until my education was
finished.   Life continued, my grandfather taught me the joys of fishing,
which we did together regularly and rugby,  which I played at school and
university.

As a family we drifted further apart.  There was talk of us meeting for
our eighteenth birthday, but I had just started university and David had
moved to California to work with a computer company and to get away from
Dad, who had long since returned to living his own life.   For some
strange reason the two of us started to communicate more, firstly by
letter and the occasional telephone call, then by email, keeping each
other informed on what was happening in our lives.   We discovered that
despite our lack of closeness we had both suffered phantom pains when the
other was ill or injured, like when we were fifteen and I spent a summer
  sitting around because I kept getting pains in my right leg.  Gran kept
telling me it was growing pains, but I found out that David fell from a
wall that summer and broke his leg.

Our next plan was to spend our twenty-first birthday together, but I was
graduating and David was changing job, house and town at the time so
again it proved a disappointment.   When David announced that he was to
be married and asked me to be Best Man  we were determined that nothing
would stop my going, and nothing would have, except for acute
appendicitis on my part.   When I phoned him after the operation he was
actually relieved, he had felt the pain and thought I had been stabbed:
the wedding went ahead without me and we began to think we were destined
never to meet.

Over the next few years we communicated almost daily, telling each other
all about our lives, except for one thing, I never told him I am gay.   I
suppose my argument would have been that the occasion never arose, but he
never asked about my love life so I never said anything, I figured that
there was no point in complicating things.   Other than that one detail
we grew closer than ever:  when David's marriage went wrong after less
than three years he really opened up to me and depended on me a great
deal.

Eventually, by the time we reached twenty seven, I decided that my career
was stable enough, and my income healthy enough, for me to take a month
off and visit my brother.   It was decided that I should fly to San
Francisco where David would meet me so that we could do the tourist thing
for a few days before moving on to Oregon where David had the use of a
small cabin. It was our intention to do some fishing and to take the time
to get to know each other.   Finally we were to meet again.

Chapter Two

The flight was booked and paid for, I was going to America to see my twin
brother: I was more excited than I ever would have expected.   I had my
clothes sorted and laid out for several days and packed the night before
I left.  I had gone that afternoon and had my normally thick hair cut
short, figuring it would keep me going for the month.  I decided to
travel in my favourite Diesel  boots, a pair of well-worn Levis and a
blue Nike top.

On the day a co-worker drove me to the airport and I started on my
uneventful journey.   When I arrived at San Francisco International I
hurried through passport control and customs to see David standing
waiting for me -- in his Timberland boots, Levis and blue Gap top.   He
told me later that he nearly was late because at the last minute he
decided to have his hair cut before coming.  We must have been a sight to
behold, two identical 6'1" well built guys hugging and talking over each
other until we both stopped from exhaustion.

The first four days were spent going round the tourist route, riding the
street cars, eating lobster at Fishermen's Wharf and so on, with long
meals in the evening talking about our lives.   He took to calling me
'Kid' because he is 35 minutes older than me.  One of the first things I
noticed about David was his touchiness, he had hugged me til I couldn't
breath when I arrived but since then he would just reach out and touch my
shoulder or knee, pat my back or just put his hand on my arm as he
talked.   I am not tactile by nature, I suppose his American upbringing
was different from my British.  I didn't find it offensive or
embarrassing, just totally new, and something I couldn't emulate at
first.   I was happy to stare at him, looking at someone else and seeing
myself.  It was weird too, because if I started to think how handsome he
was it was like narcissism, then I would remind myself that he was my
brother.

On our last evening in San Francisco we ate in the hotel then had a
couple of beers in the bar.   I suppose it was the alcohol, but half-way
through one of my stories, David suddenly asked, "Are you gay?".  I just
said yes and kept talking.   Later I asked why he had asked and he said
he had suspected it for several years.  He had built up a theory that if
we could feel sympathetic pain, we should also enjoy sympathetic
pleasure, and that sudden unexplained hard-ons could be because the other
twin was having one.   He said that sometimes when he got a hard-on he
had a strange pleasurable feeling in his arse at the same time.
Eventually he decided I was doing something that he wasn't familiar with.

We had a long talk, telling more and more of our feelings before getting
to bed sometime after 2am.   Next morning we set off in David's 4 wheel
drive, taking a leisurely drive with David insisting that I see as much
as possible and stopping off overnight at a small but clean motel. We
shared a twin room   and after finding somewhere to eat returned to have
an early night.  I decided to shower and as I was climbing out David came
in to have a piss.   He took one look at me and laughed, saying, "We are
different after all", and with that he pulled his cock out; he was
circumcised, I was not.  "Christ, I forgot about that", he said.  "When I
was nearly ten I had a bit of a problem with my urine.  When dad took me
to the doctor's he decided to have me cut at the same time"   I just
stood looking and thinking thoughts that no one should think about his
brother.

We arrived at the cabin mid-afternoon on the following day and I was
pleasantly surprised.   It was small but excellently fitted out with a
modern kitchen/ sitting-room, a bathroom and 2 bedrooms.  There was a
stream flowing about 30 yards from the door which David assured me was a
creek, and it flowed into a large lake only about a mile away.   I knew I
would be happy here.  We set to unpacking and sorting our stuff out.  We
had a couple of beers then David cooked a meal for us both which we
washed down with a bottle of Californian white then had an early night.

Next morning we made an early start on the creek with what turned out to
be a good day's fishing.   Like many such days, we hardly spoke to each
other, David working about 100 yards downstream from where I had set up.
We had a good catch of trout but had decided only to keep four good ones
and let the rest go.

When the sun started to go down behind the mountains on the horizon we
called it a day and packed up our gear.   We decided that, since we would
probably be sick of fish within a few days we would make this special.
While David cleaned up I gutted the fish, stuffed them with butter and
black pepper and wrapped each one in tinfoil.   I got a fire going by the
creek then I went and showered.  By the time I returned there was a good
bed of hot embers so I laid the fish on and threw some potatoes and
carrots directly onto the fire.   We drank some beers until the
vegetables were sufficiently cooked.  I took them off and peeled the
charred skin off (my years in the boy scouts hadn't been wasted) then
opened up the fish parcels.   David had put an ample supply of beers into
the keep-net and left them submerged in the cold water, so we had plenty
to drink as we enjoyed the fruits of our day's work.   We sat talking
well after dark, throwing more wood on for light and heat against the
night chill, but didn't think to go indoors.  Sometime after eleven I
stood up and went to the edge of the water to have a piss.   As I was in
full spate, I felt David's arm around my waist and he joined me to empty
his bladder. "This is the life, Bro", he said.   I turned to look at him
and I still don't know what happened but suddenly we were kissing.

Chapter Three

We stood together, our dicks pressing against each other, David's tongue
pushing at my throat.   I finally pulled away and walked quickly towards
the cabin trying to clear my head and make sense of what was happening: I
went inside, hit the toilet,   locked the door and started to shake.  I
was almost hyperventilating with fear.  Had I done something?   Had I
ruined the relationship with the brother I loved?.  I heard David come in
and go to his room and eventually I returned to mine.

I had calmed down sufficiently to decide that I would need his help to
get to a train or bus station then I would make my way home.   After
about 20 minutes my door opened and David stood there. I was trying to
get my mouth moist enough to apologise when David said, "I'm really
sorry, kid, I don't know what made me do it, please forgive me".   He
came over and perched on the edge of my bed and I could see he was
crying.  "I don't know what I was thinking, I still don't, I'm not gay,
never felt anything like that in my life, and I'm still not sure what my
feelings mean, but I have wanted to do that to you for the past three
days".   I struggled to speak and finally told him I blamed myself, that
I must have done something to encourage him but he insisted the blame was
all his. I told him I had thought it out and I had decided that I should
go home as soon as possible.

"NO", he shouted, "Don't leave, please", and he cuddled me to him.   We
held each other for an eternity and a half and finally our lips met
again.  He lay on top of me and we pressed against each other's body,
both cock-hard until   I felt David start to push against me.  I suppose
animal instinct took over and we both humped until we climaxed.  I felt
David's cock expand and shoot and that made me fire off a heavy load.

We lay, exhausted, in each other's arms  laughing and kissing until
eventually we fell asleep.   I awoke about 5.30 with David spooned
against me and his rigid cock jammed between my thighs: I was still
unsure how to react, maybe it was a one-off that he would want to forget,
maybe it was the beer we had consumed that had made us careless.

I eased out of the bed and went for a shower, pulled on a robe then went
to the kitchen to start breakfast.   First thing to do was get the coffee
made, then I sat down for my morning kick of caffeine and nicotine.
David came in, reached over and gave me a long, tongue-spiked kiss and
said, "Good morning, Kid, I hope you slept well, because I had a great
night full of wonderful dreams".

"No regrets?", I asked.  "Fuck, no, it was what I wanted and it was
better than I expected", he replied,   "I hope we can get to know each
other lots more".  He kissed me again then went for his shower while I
finished preparing breakfast.

We had another good day fishing, although at times I found it hard to
concentrate, and in the evening I stuck some fish in the freezer and
prepared a meat casserole that we could help ourselves to.   I was lying
on the sofa wearing a tee shirt and tie-waist trousers, David was in his
bathrobe: David mixed a jug of lethal martinis and we mellowed with the
evening. We were listening to music when a particular song reminded David
of his ex-wife and we talked for a while about his marriage and his
relationships, then he asked how long I had been gay.   I gave him the
stock answer of "All my life" then told him of my pubescent stirrings, my
'messing about' at school and my eventual discovery of sex while at
university.   With the mixture of the martini, the memory of what had
happened the previous night and the reminiscences of my past I was
feeling decidedly horny and it was beginning to show, my dick was
certainly showing it's presence.   I glanced over at David in time to see
him pull his bathrobe tighter across his lap and he burst out laughing.
"Caught", he said, "you're starting to turn me on little brother".

I changed the subject, started talking about our grandparents and my life
in Britain, I was succeeding in deflating my hard-on; suddenly David
said, "You like getting fucked, don't you?"   I started to blush like a
13 year old virgin and said, "What makes you think that?"  He laughed and
said "I told you, I could feel it sometimes when you were doing it".

"It has been known, with the right guy", I said.  "Sometimes I prefer to
be on top, other times it just turns into blow jobs".

"Blow jobs, the great American dream", said David, "Every guy wants a
blow job".

"You should have said earlier", I said, then burst out laughing, partly
to lighten the mood, partly to cover my embarrassment at being so bold.
David poured another 2 martinis and changed the CD and we sort of settled
into a comfortable silence.  As the alcohol started to bite I lay looking
at my mirror-image   stretched out on the floor.  I thought his eyes were
closed but he suddenly said "You are either going to have to stop looking
at me or do something about that bulge"   I realised that my trousers
were, indeed, tenting, I tried to adjust myself but David said "Don't
worry about it, look what I've got", and opened his bathrobe to reveal
his beautiful cock in full erection.   He sat up, reached over and pulled
the drawstring on my pants and tried to slip them under my hips but I had
to rise to give him access.  I leaned forward to take hold of him but he
pushed me back and said "Relax, I want to try something".   He gently
pushed me right back then gently took my cock in one hand while fondling
my balls with the other. I was thinking that things couldn't get better
than this when he pulled my foreskin back and I felt the slight touch of
his tongue on my exposed head.

I sat straight up and looked at David, he smiled up at me and said, "I
was hoping I might get a blow job tonight, so I thought I should find out
what it's like from the other side".   He slipped my cock into his mouth
and although I felt him gag slightly, he kept on sucking.  I moved
forward until David was flat on his back and I was sliding my cock in and
out, fucking his face without pushing too far: I moved around without
removing my cock from his mouth and was able to swallow his cock in a
perfect 69.   While I was concentrating on giving my brother the best
blow job of his life I was also aware that he was doing a sound job on
me, and I was getting very near to a climax.   I withdrew his cock from
my mouth long enough to warn David that things were about to happen and
he might avoid a surprise if he finished me with his hand.  This only
encouraged him to redouble his efforts so I carried on too.   I grabbed
David's hips and rolled over so that I was on my back and David was on
top. That way he could control how much he took and at the same time it
let him fuck my mouth.   As we got nearer to the pinnacle I took my hand
away and let him slide his cock into my throat, that did it for him and
he pumped his seed into me.  I managed to raise his body enough that I
got a taste of the last globs of cum and let him taste my own juices.

We lay for what seemed ages just holding each other around the waist,
still in a sort of 69 position; finally I managed to ask if he was OK.
"OK?, I feel like I'm having the best high of my life", he said, "I feel
like sucking my brother's cock and swallowing his sperm is the most
natural thing on earth".   Eventually we roused and had a quick shower
together before going through to my bedroom and cuddling each other to
sleep.

                                  Chapter Four


I awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee and bacon.  I went
through to the kitchen and David was at the cooker.  "How many eggs,
little bro, and how do you like them".  I placed my order then sat down
to eat. "Don't hang about, kid, we're going swimming", said David.
Stupidly I said, "I can't go swimming, I didn't bring trunks".  David
laughed like Hell then said, "OK, I promise not to look at your dick if
you promise not to look at mine".   I realised how stupid my comment had
sounded and started to blush, which got me a little kiss on the forehead
from David.

We packed some snacks, some beers and a couple of towels and walked
along the water's edge until we came to the lake, a beautiful pool with
hills on three sides.  We walked the path around the lake til we came to
a little rocky outcrop and clambered over until we came on a large flat
stone which was not only big enough for us both to sunbathe on, but
provided a perfect diving off point into the clear waters below.   We
quickly stripped off and dived into the cold clear water and swam and
splashed around like 10 year olds for about 45 minutes before climbing
back onto the rock to rest.

We ate a little, had one beer each then lay back and relaxed.   Because
of the surrounding rocks the place was a little sun trap and David
rightly insisted we cover ourselves in a sun filter, especially the bits
which don't usually see daylight.

We each rubbed ourselves everywhere we could reach then David asked me to
do his back which I did in a long leisurely massage. When I had finished
I lay on my stomach and let David lay his big hands on me.   He rubbed my
shoulders and my sides then followed my spine to it's end.  He then began
to knead my buttocks, spreading the lotion evenly.   I felt his cock
brush against my thigh, I was pleased to know it was at least as hard as
my own.    Suddenly I felt one slippery finger trace the line of the
crevice of my arse-cheeks sliding downwards then back up more firmly.

"Do you think you will need this greased?", David asked.

"I hope so", I whispered as his index finger brushed against my
sphincter.   He hesitated and held the point of his finger on my hole so
I raised my hips and pushed back on him.  David moaned and lay forward on
me and kissed my neck and ears.   He positioned himself above me and
started to push his rigid cock into the crevice of my arse: he seemed a
bit nervous, as if he were afraid of hurting me or something.  I turned
beneath him and held him, kissing his face then gripped his shoulders and
turned him onto his back.   I could then curl my legs either side of his
thighs and sit on his rampant member.  I took hold of it and eased it to
my opening then I pushed down gently.   Once the swollen head was in I
paused slightly then I descended smoothly until my twin brother was
firmly embedded in me.

David was moaning as I rhythmically rocked back and forward, his cock
moving no more than one inch in or out of my butt.   I started to build
up a motion, rising and falling on that magnificent piece of manhood.
Feeling myself near climax I slowed down a bit, then David grabbed my
legs and pulled them forward, forcing me back then followed me forward
until I was on my back with my legs in the air and David was
power-driving himself into me.   This proved to much for both of us, I
shot my cum over my chest and stomach which caused David to empty his sac
into me.  We sort or fell sideways then just lay there until we
eventually parted.   The rest of the day was spent in a wonderful dream
of cuddling, kissing, sucking and swimming, it was the happiest day of my
life.

The rest of our time in the cabin was like a honeymoon.  We continued to
fish sometimes, but other times we just lased around, naked and happy.
Every evening ended with us in bed having hot passionate sex.  One night
I fucked David but it was obvious that he didn't enjoy it.  I realised he
had done it purely to please me.  I explained that he didn't need to do
it, but if he wanted it, it would get easier and better.

We had planned to spend the last few days of my holiday with our father
so the last night in the cabin was like some sort of marathon, we fucked
and sucked until well after daybreak.   I fucked David a second time and
he admitted it felt much nicer than before.  We realised that we would
have no opportunity to satisfy each other when we were at Dad's house,
but we were wrong, David sneaked into my bed during the night and we made
love while Dad slept next door, we were still humping 3 hours before my
flight home.

Epilogue

I came home with very mixed feelings, I loved my brother more than ever,
I loved the sex we had together but I didn't think of him as a lover.
David tried to tell me something similar and I assured him that I felt
the same.  Shortly after I left David started going out with a nice
woman; I met a couple of guys who interest me.

Six months after my visit David came back to Britain for 2 weeks and we
fucked like rabbits at every opportunity, the next year I went back to
California and we took up our sex life like we had never been parted.
This has now become the pattern in our lives.  David is living with his
female partner, I have been having a relationship with a nice guy for 15
months, but twice a year I meet up with David and we fuck each other
silly for a couple of weeks.   My partner doesn't know, neither,
obviously, does David's all they know is that while we are visiting each
other we go off on our own and do not get disturbed.

Will it become more permanent?  I doubt it.

Are we happy?  Yes, definitely.