Date: Thu, 8 Feb 2007 16:33:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Matt Wess <cow91387@yahoo.com>
Subject: Only Beautiful Men: Part 4

      I woke in the middle of the night with the sense that something
wasn't right.  The sound of something or someone passing closely to my
bed, and the floorboards squeaking had quickly pulled me out of a
comfortable dream.  My eyes flew open.  I slowly sat up and once my eyes
adjusted to the darkness I checked for the source that caused the noise.
      My twin brother, Jordan, was sound asleep in his bed, snoring
slightly, and tangled up in his sheets.  I thought maybe he had gotten up
to go the bathroom and that's what I heard, but that's when I heard the
noise again for the second time.  This time it seemed to be coming from
the hallway.  Heart thumping quickly, I squinted against the darkness
that still pressed heavily against my eyelids and that's when I saw it.
      A shadowy figure quickly passed my slightly ajar bedroom door.
Startled, heart starting to really pick up speed, I slipped out of my
bed.  My bare feet landed softly on the cold hardwood floor.  I thought,
perhaps it was my dad.  He never mentioned if he was actually going to
stay overnight at Lindsay's house.
      The sound of a cracking gunshot somewhere outside made me nearly
jump out of my skin.  What the hell was going on?  I quickly stumbled
across my dark room, tripping over random pairs of shoes and fumbled for
the light switch.  I was overwhelmed by the amount that quickly flooded
the room.
      Then I moved quickly out into the hallway immediately switching on
the light.  For a heart pounding moment, I was ready to see a random
figure there that was originally concealed by the darkness.  There was
nobody there.  From there I burst into my dad's room and switched on the
light.  He wasn't there, but on his bed was a sing red rose resting on
his white pillow.
      Another gun shot rang out.
      I dashed back to my room deciding to wake Jordan, but when I got to
my room there was a surprise waiting for me.  And it was sitting on my
bed.
      Lindsay, our next door neighbor was sitting cross-legged on my bed
holding another long rose.  She was studying it as though fascinated, and
didn't bother to look up once I entered.  She just continued to turn the
rose around and around, looking at it from every aspect.
      Jordan was up and looked confused.  "Kyle, what the hell is going
on here?" He asked, almost out of anger.
       I stepped a little closer to Lindsay.  "Lindsay," I said slowly,
"I thought you left on a business trip."
      "Boy, roses are deceiving flowers," she said as though she had not
heard a word I said.  "They're so pretty and they send messages to humans
that says, 'go ahead, pick me up, I'm beautiful aren't I?'  Then you go
to pick it up and you get jabbed by the thorns."  She finally looked up
at me.  "Kind of like beautiful men.  Only beautiful men would send out
that signal and then you go to pick them and you get jabbed."
      "Did you trip get cancelled?" I asked, feeling a bit sick in my
stomach and ignoring her comment.
      She let out a small laugh.  "Trip?  Yes, you thought I went on a
trip and you thought you're mom did, too."
      This time Jordan spoke up.  "Wait a second," he blurted out.  "Mom
didn't go on a trip?  Then where the fuck is she?"
      Still smiling ear to ear, Lindsay looked back down at the rose,
"Silly rabbit,"
      "Tricks are for kids," came my mom's voice from behind me,
finishing the statement.
      Everything was so weird to me.  First my mom said she was leaving,
and then Lindsay said she was leaving; now here they were back.  Standing
in the same room as me and being incredibly creepy.  Not to mention the
gunshots.  Was someone dead?  A horrible feeling swept over me.  "Where's
dad?" I asked, looking from my mom to Lindsay and then back again.
      My mother stepped into the room and shut the door behind her,
locking it.  "Oh your father, well, I thought he was over at Lindsay's
watching her house, but I did talk to him recently and man oh man did he
have some interesting things to tell me."
      If I was feeling sick before, I felt absolutely disgusted now.  My
dad had blabbed.  My mom knew of everything we've done.  I wanted to run,
run away forever but the only way was out the window.  I wanted to run
away, yes, but not die.
      "Yes," my mom continued, and then addressed Lindsay and Jordan.
"Do you know what the two of them do in private?  They masturbate and
fantasize about Jordan, pretty hot, huh?  And get this, Kyle and Chris
have actually had sex.  That's even hotter."
      I felt all my insides collapse.  My whole life seemed to be
ruined.  Questions were streaming through my mind.  How did she know?
Was this all a set up?  It had to be.  I could never face my brother
again.  After tonight, I decided I would leave town.  It was the only
solution.  Still, I took a shot at denying everything.  "I'm not sure
what on earth you are talking about."
      My mom reached into her pocket and pulled out a tape, just big
enough to fit in a tape recorder.  "Are you sure, Kyle?"
      "Play the tape, Margaret," Lindsay said excitedly.  Meanwhile,
Jordan looked absolutely confused.  He kept on looking around at all of
us trying to make sense of it all, but it seemed like nothing was coming
to him.
      "Not yet," my mom responded.  "I have one more interesting piece of
information.  Apparently, neither Chris nor Kyle has ever had a 'piece'
of Jordan."  She turned to me.  "Now's your chance.  Go for it."
      "What?" Jordan and I said together.
      Then my mom pulled out her gun.  For a brief second my heart
stopped beating.  She was pointing it at me.  This was not my mom.  No
way.  This was the devil I was facing.
      "Go on, entertain Lindsay and I.  Kyle, you misjudge me, I know how
to use this.  Your father found that out the unfortunate way."  When you
come to a situation in life where a gunman (or in this case a gunwoman)
is telling you what to do and all you have is your jockey shorts on you
don't disobey.  So I shakily walked over to Jordan's bed, well aware of
the fact that my mother had the gun trained on me.
      I crawled onto his bed, which sagged slightly under our weight;
after all it was a bed for only one person.  Jordan looked highly
disgusted as I leaned in and kissed him firmly on the lips.  Suddenly
forgetting that I was being held at gunpoint, all my fantasies, emotions,
and sexuality rushed to life.  Jordan gave in and we gently eased our
bodies down to the pillow.  I felt his hand run up my bare leg and then
smoothly he ran his fingers up my shorts.
      He grabbed hold of my penis that became instantly erected.  I ran
my fingers tenderly up his firm chest, traced his large nipples, and then
removed the sheet that had been covering his bottom half.  He was wearing
the red boxer briefs that I had been wearing previously and they were
tight on him, like I imagined.
      I moved my lips down from his lips, to his scruffy chin, down his
Adam's apple, and then down his hard chest, while he continued to pump me
quickly.  I let out a little groan as his other hand lingered over my
testicles.  He removed his hands from my underwear as I moved down lower
on him and slid down his underwear.  His penis was gorgeous and extremely
erected.
      He was attracted to me after all.
      More turned on then ever, I moved quickly, my mouth taking in the
warmth of his penis.  He tensed up as my tongue rolled across his
testicles.
      Within in seconds our bodies were in full motion, he was deep
inside me and we were both breaking out in a sweat.  He held onto my hips
as we moved quicker in sync.
       A firm hand was placed on my shoulder not belonging to Jordan
stopping our motions.  We both looked up, sweat glistening on our bodies,
panting heavily even though we had stopped.  It was my mom and Lindsay.
Both of them had their clothes completely off and both Jordan and I
accepted them gracefully.  He pulled out of me and reached out for my mom
who had an excellent body.  His hands worked quickly over her body as
they had done to mine.
      I reached out for Lindsay who was younger, and just as beautiful.
Pretty soon the four of us were on a bed for one person, intertwined in
each other.  I was pumping Jordan's penis while caressing Lindsay and
allowing her tender lips to run down my body, her slim fingers cupping my
testicles.
      Suddenly the door opened.  We all stopped and turned to look as my
dad entered the room, completely naked and as hard as a rock.  He was
holding the camera and set it aside.  Without words, Lindsay slid off of
me and my father took her place.  He gently laid his large, muscular body
against mind.  I felt the hardness of his penis press against mine.  I
fished around in the covers and then held up Jordan's underwear, showing
it to my dad.  "He was wearing it," I said and we both got a good laugh.
      However, he stopped my laughter with his lips pressing against
mine.  My hands traced up his muscular back, ran through his hair, and
then down his chest as his firm penis entered inside me for the third
time that day.  We were sex machines.  Something felt incredibly right as
he slid out and then pushed back in and within a few moments I could no
longer take it.
      My whole body shook, tensed up incredibly, and I climaxed at the
exact same moment Jordan did.  I watched as a load of his cum slid down
his precious, hard teenage penis.  Quickly following us my dad erupted
all over my chest.  We all laughed and collapsed on the bed.
      The five of us.  Sweaty, out of breath, and even though we weren't
as turned as before, Jordan and I were still touching each other.
"Weird, huh?" he said.  "How we both erupted at the same time."
      I smiled, and looked up at the ceiling.  "Must be a twin thing."
      "I got most of it on video," my dad told everyone.  "But next year,
honey," he said directing his attention to my mom, "you have to be more
convincing with that gun."
      "I'll try, but I don't like to be the devil," she admitted, but we
all laughed again.  "Lindsay was great."
      Lindsay took a bow.  "Thank you."
      "Happy nineteenth birthday, Kyle and Jordan." My dad said, and then
my mom and Lindsay chimed in.
      This was our game.
      The birthday game.