Date: Sun, 18 Apr 2004 02:08:43 -0400 From: rondoray@webtv.net Subject: THE OTHER ONES DISCLAIMER ---------------- This story is fiction and bears no connection to people in the real world, past or present. It concerns boy/boy and boy/man sexual expression, also boy/boy/ man and if this is not your thing then you are advised not to read it, if you have an open mind though why not try? You might like it. If it is against your local laws of any kind, ditto, don't indulge, also if you are under eighteen years of age you shouldn't browse here. ========================= THE OTHER ONES -------------------------- 1 Brotherly Love ------------------- Hello, I'm Chris Uvarsky, one half of the twin team of Chris and Martin Uvarsky, eleven year old boy tigers. Our mission when we accomplish it, (There's no doubt about it, we will) is changing Rodney Crowder, our current screwed up kid in residence to accept the ways of sanity and decorum in an otherwise fucked up World. He too is eleven, beyond that all resemblance between him and a human being ends. We owe him the effort, we believe he can be saved >> maybe by love. We're cool with the fact that by his own option he doesn't play with us, just by himself, no kid in their right mind wants to get close to him cause he doesn't know from showers with soap and warm water and his Mom doesn't want to straighten him out on that either, why I'll never guess. In school when he doesn't get by with playing hookey our home room teacher keeps two rows of empty chairs around him in every direction and points the fan away from all life forms present any day of the year to divert his body odor in another direction. We're sure he's not retarded, not really, but his senseless, weird and totally selfish rude behavior has fooled so many people. Anyway, me and my Bro were playing 'Good Guy, Bad Guy' in the woods that surround the Family farm where we live in Kansas. "I can see you clearly and I could kill you now but I want you alive" my Brother's sweet voice intoned melodically from an unseen point of origin. He can't sound mean even when it's in character, he's just too damn nice, we were still having fun with our game though, it was a real hoot. "Please don't shoot me, I want to live" I cried out plaintively and he said "I want you to live too so I can hold you for ransom and get a lot of money from your rich Daddy". Then I heard running feet on the dried leaves pounding my way and I looked around and the running stopped. Martin was still unseen to the best of my visual recognizance but I knew he was close by, very close by, I could feel him. "I'm closer to you now, next time you'll be my prisoner" and I believed that totally cause my Brother was good at this kind of play, a really stealthy combat commando. Maybe it was just children innocently passing time but I wanted him to catch me cause I knew what would happen when he did. He and I would be in our very own heavenly paradise and it wouldn't be child's play then, oh no, gosh no, mmmmmmm. It would be the deepest case of Brotherly love the World has ever known but we didn't care if the World ever knew, more fun for just us, uh huh, ooooooooh. he was gonna catch me soon. I continued along in the warm June air trying to not make noise on old Autumn leaves that were never cleaned up in the forest, the woods was regarded as a wasteland and who rakes leaves in a wasteland? Stealth was impossible. Maybe I'm young but I'm not too light footed, only when I dance or do sports, I still neither heard nor sensed anything but then from out of nowhere his arms were around me, tightly enough to restrain me but loose enough not to hurt. "I've got you again Chrissey, you can never escape me" and he kissed me on the neck. Then I turned around and faced him and we had a full draught, totally sexy kiss, thousands of degress hotter than Tom Cruise and Britney Spears had ever done on the screen and both of our souls went into each other right there. "Maybe I wanted to be caught by you" I gasped, panting, I was already out of breath just at the thought that I was again in the arms of my twin, my Brother, the boy who was MY LOVER!!! He put his lips next to my ear and thickly rasped, "Let's put the fuckin' blanket down Chris and lose the clothes". he said and he pulled a thick blanket out of my knapsack and we took a corner in each of our hands and spread it flat over the carpet of dried leavs on the ground. Then we removed our T-shirts, play shorts, sneakers and socks and stuffed them all in my ruck sack, (lots of room in there now that the thick blanket was out). We pulled a new jar of Vaseline Petroleum Jelly out of a small side pocket on the camping bag, then we placed the backpack off where it would not disturb the new game we were playing as we both layed down, we had to embrace each other, totally naked, sweetly kissing, breathing heavily still. Our hearts raced in anticipation of the joys and pleasures that awaited just ahead for us as we slowly and lovingly passed the time. I rolled over and layed face down and by this act I knew that I had, without saying a word offered my self as the first one to get the other one's cock in his butt, I needed that very much right now. He spoke saying, "I get to be Daddy first huh, is that the way you want it." Yeah, both of us guys had our virginity taken by our Father a scant two months ago when we had our eleventh birthday, he said it was an extra birthday gift but he had to hold on to it cause it was a part of his body but we kids could play with it anytime. We both had an early puberty at only eleven years of age, mine happened as a nocturnal emission, Martin had his first wet cum when I was sucking his cock, it couldn't have cum at a better time. Shortly after we had done with the cake and the off key singing of 'Happy Birthday' and the unwrapping of all of the neat presents that we got he said he wanted to go in our room to have some 'Man talk'. Man oh man, it truly was a total experience but right now it's just us two lovin' sibling kids. Until our Pop returns from sunny Mexico where he's doing some executive field work for the big corporation he works for we'll have to get along without him. We DO miss him on our get togethers though, as I said he gave us both the first time ever in our lives to find out about how to love. He is one of the C.E.O.s for the company and so he has to travel a lot. "Yes" I moaned into my folded arms, my face buried , "Oh yes, I want that the most, please make love to me". We didn't rush into things, it would be minutes before we wanted to make any sexual connection, right now we just did some almost innocent fore play and enjoyed the longing, the anticipation of pleasures soon to occur. Softly, oh so tenderly Martin began to caress my buttcheeks, kind of like he was petting a dog. One of most satisfying and also one of the spookiest things about having an identical twin is that I can take stock of myself anytime I want just by looking at him. "Oh yes, that feels so good" I said as I looked at him lovingly, spellbound by the enchantment of his stroking hand. When I layed as I was then face down in anticipation of receiving him in my rear end I knew at once just how beautiful I looked to him cause I had seen him the same way on many occasions a short time before I was to put my organ into his own dark, soft, warm inner regions when it was my turn to be on top. "You are so beautiful Chrissy, I always thought that only Angels were as pretty as you look to me right now" and I swear I could see my backline, (Actually his backline but identical) in my head as clearly as in a digicam pic. And it wasn't like looking into a mirror when I saw his front as he layed next to me, it was more like seeing a video of my own face, we both had these meltingly soft eyes that were so big and innocent looking, the full, protruding, ultra sexy lips that so many Russian and Czech boys seem to be born with, we wanted to kiss each other all the time and other stuff too. Then he ran his hands on my thighs, they were slightly tensed in expectation. "Let's kiss again, we both have the lips to be super kissers". We were born in America but we knew our heritage, our Nana, (Grandmother) who lived in the house with the Family had come to the U.S.A. right from Russia, we didn't have a Slavic accent but we knew our old language, she taught it to us from the time when we were little babies. "Super duper duper kissers" I moaned as once again I tasted the gift of his tasty lips. We weren't built like jocks but our bodies were okay, pleasingly plump but not too overweight, we didn't consider ourselves fatties, more like some artistic renderings I've seen of 'Cupid' or 'Eros' by ancient sculptors. Rodney was a fatty, just one more indication of the slothful life he led. When we started his makeover we were going to put him on a diet.