Date: Tue, 7 Jun 2011 22:15:44 +0200
From: Mark Gouwen <lthawk34 (at) xs4all (dot) nl>
Subject: Symmetry part 3

Category:  gay male / incest
Part 3 of a series

LtHawk

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The following story is an erotic work of gay fiction. If you are not of
legal age to read stories of this nature or you are offended by the subject
matter contained here do not read any further.

In real life, always play safe.

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                                 Symmetry
                                 Chapter 3


Feet and toes..

Feet and toes. Like when we were babies.. when all was okay. I stand there
in what we consider our private forest in Jamie's arms. We stand in
eachother's arms, really. Back together after three years of being lonely.
Or two years, as Jamie claims. Whatever, it felt like ten!

I really am sorry. So, so sorry for hurting my other self. In one horny
minute, I split the Siamese twins we were into two seperate, hurting boys.
Because we were Siamese twins, joined at the soul.

Fifteen years old and I'm crying. I'm sobbing my heart out. One part of me
dimly realises what a baby I am but the rest is too far gone to care. It
is okay! Jamie says it is okay! We are still bestest buddies. Eat your
heart out, Melissa. You are your girl cunt can't have him. Not this
connection, this closeness.. you will never have his soul!!

We're back to we. We'll hold eachother, just like before. My cock twitches
in response. I nuzzle my face against his neck, my neck.. our? There never
was a distinction before.. before I made my big mistake.

We step apart and look at eachother, shy but filled with relief, as I
silently curse those blasted porn actors who make it seems guy fucking
doesn't hurt.

"Toes and feet," I say out loud. "No more. Or.. can we spoon?"

Jamie shrugs. "I guess so."

What? He doesn't care? The mere idea makes me go hard and fills me with
happiness. Together again, one tangled up being of legs, arms, heads and
bodies. Wow, makes me almost dizzy with longing. So I act cool. I daren't
show my own hurt. Better go with the flow now and see how far we'll come.
With a pang I realise that we are just a little bit closer to being truly
one. There is a long way to go.

"So eh..," proposes Jamie, "wanna hunt rabbits?"

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After putting our snares back into the public tree hut, we walk back to
the farm house. Back to a damn good thrashing, probably.

"Do you love me, Ste?"

My heart catches in my throat. "What kinda question is that? Course I love
you. I love mom and dad too, and Bill, and Cathy and Christy and little
Sam and Neil.."

He puts his hand on my bare shoulder, sending a thrill and a shiver
through me. "No, not like that. I mean... love.. like, I dunno.. like what
people who get hitched feel for eachother."

"You mean married folk.. like mom and dad?"

"Not like uncle Bob and aunt Marsha!" We chuckle. The never-ending marital
problems of our mom's eldest sister are legend. I wish they'd just call it
quits. As it is now we duck a lot during christmas lunch.

"Yeah, like mom and dad I guess."

I didn't know what to say to that.. I'd never thought about that. Luckily,
Jamie didn't press the issue. He seemed lost in thought himself. So I
looked around and tried to enjoy the orchard that was blossoming again.
All those zillions of itty-bitty flowers..

Turns out you can't right a wrong by bringing a present. Dad grabbed us
both by our arm the moment we walked into the curing shed. We tried to
make a big deal of the free game we brought but he ignored that totally.
Half a minute later, we were unceremoniously shoved into our room.

"AND STAY IN UNTIL YOU'VE MADE GOOD ON YOUR PROMISE TO YOUR MOTHER!"

SLAM!

...

"Well, fuck."

We looked around and came, as usual, to exactly the same conclusion. The
room really was an impressive mess. We outdid ourselves, to be brutal
about it.

We both nodded. Exactly in sync. Made my heart flutter. "Better do-"

"-something about it."

A double grin.

So we set to work. It took us more than half an hour to even make a dent
in the piles of junk. Best thing was actually that we found some comics
we'd been looking for. We put books back on the shelves, sorted tools into
their boxes, picked up dirty clothes and threw them into the bins mum
keeps for that, rescued a half-finished model airplane from death by
crushing and even hoovered around the place.

"Does look-"

"-better, yeah.."

Feet and toes.

We had decided to shower cause we were hot and sweaty and it was just
before dinner. I couldn't stop looking at Jamie's naked feet and
especially at his toes. Those feet and toes I would get to hold tonight,
kiss, sniff, suckle on.. wow! We walked to the bathroom together and shied
back at the door, slightly embarassed. Things would be like we would
shower together. No more, though.

So I let him go first. Stood there, not knowing what to do. Dick hard as
steel, bouncing against my tummy. God! I really want to jump right on top
my brother and .. and I don't know really, do everything. Not like in the
porn vids but.. better, I guess, everything. Love him totally, finally be
one, without..

Damn. I'm crying again. I hear the shower stop so I put my knuckles to my
eyes and rub them dry. When Jamie comes back in I keep my head down and go
right into the bathroom. I do steal a look at his wet naked body. So
beautiful.

In the shower, I lean agains the cold tiles, letting the water rush over
me. I'm crying for real now, bursting with longing and fear, fear that we
will not really come back together. I wank without thinking and barely
notice my hips buck as I cum.

I gotta stop crying!