Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2004 23:51:40 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Rejoined Halves

			      REJOINED HALVES
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "Call it." I said as I flipped the quarter into the air.
     "Heads." Carl said as he watched the quarter flipping and as I caught
it, he said, "Tails."
     I'd been burned by his switch before. I held my hand in place on the
quarter on my wrist and said, "Pick one or the other, Carl."
     "I did. Now which is it?"
     "Heads or tails?" I persisted.
     His hand, so much like mine, clamped onto my upper hand's wrist and
began to pry at it, but I was expecting this, too. You can't fool you own
twin brother, after all!
     "No!" I said. "Call it, heads or tails."
     "Let me see the coin."
     "Heads or tails?"
     "Let me see it!"
     "Heads or tails!"
     "Boys, boys!" Mom came up, grabbing at us ineffectually. Both of us
dwarfed her in size, two eighteen-year-old boys just over six feet tall and
her only five foot three. Carl and I were both athletes, too, though Carl's
game was swimming and mine was basketball. Still, we looked alike as ever,
the only way a casual watcher could tell us apart was by our clothes.
     When you're half of a set of twins, you have problems that other
brothers don't. When you're young, you get dressed alike, and everyone
goes, oh, aren't they precious! And then you get older, and it's presents,
two of everything just the same. Two footballs, two bicycles, all just
alike, right down to the decals and the bell.
     That can do things to your head, growing up as half of a whole, one of
two, separated by the word "and" or lumped in together as "the Winzig
Twins." Carl and Karl Winzig. Not even a full name to call my own, just a
letter!
     For Carl and me, it had been a near-total breaking away from each
other. By mutual consent, we had begun the division of our lives. If we
both got red sweaters, one of us wouldn't wear it, ever. I had two sets of
many of my clothes, the result of such "cute" matches from relatives and my
mother, who never gave up on wanting us to be just the same, one on each of
her arms like a couple of bracket marks around a word. In school, we took
separate classes, and as I said, got into separate sports. Carl lifted
weights and swam and played tennis, the solitary or single-player pursuits,
while I was always part of teams, and played sports to keep in shape. Our
parents gave up after about two years, we got separate bedrooms. And I
started using my middle name, Joe, leaving the name Carl for my brother.
     But we couldn't do a thing about our genetics. Carl and I looked just
alike. An unfortunate incident at the hair salon last week had even left us
with identical haircuts. That wasn't a big deal, our problem was that next
week was Thanksgiving, and we had house company. Aunt Colleen and Uncle Bob
had come out to stay with us through the holidays, all the way until after
New Year's Day, and they were going to stay with us.
     Which brings me back to the coin toss. One of us had to give up his
bedroom for the next six weeks. Given our history, you can see how
underwhelmed we both were at the honor, and I had suggested a coin toss.
     Only Carl cheated by saying both heads and tails (like he had) and
then when I'd reveal the coin, he'd say he won. After all, he'd said
"heads" when it was heads, hadn't he? So no way was I going to show him the
coin until he chose one or the other, clearly, once and for all.
     "Mom, make him show the quarter." Carl whined.
     "Mom, make him choose heads or tails."
     "Now, now, boys." Mom said. "Can't you work this out between
yourselves?"
     "Yeah." I said. "Let's do Rock-Paper-Scissors." I put away the quarter
sight unseen and Carl and I squared off.
     He would still try to cheat me. I really only had one choice. He would
start with Rock. If I had chosen Scissors, he'd keep the Rock and win (fair
and square, I admit), but if I chose Paper, he would quickly extend his two
fingers to make Scissors, and if I chose Rock, he'd extend all four fingers
to make Paper. My only choice was what I did, I chose Paper, but extended
only two fingers quickly with my fingers pointing downward, and the others
I lifted more slowly. He saw my two fingers, thought I picked Scissors and
chose to stick to Rock and clenched his fist tighter; that's when I lifted
my hand up with all four fingers and declared, "Paper. I win."
     "Hey, no fair!" He said. "You cheated! Mom!"
     "Now, Carl, he didn't cheat. I was watching." Mom finally got
involved, it was the only way these things would end. And maybe what I did
wasn't very fair, but you can see why I did what I did, and I was going to
end with Paper all along anyhow.
     "But Mom!" Carl started in and Mom cut him short. She really wasn't
very patient with Carl and me.
     "Now, Carl, you get your clothes together. We'll put your other things
in boxes and store them in the basement until Bob and Colleen leave." Aunt
Colleen was my father's sister, Mom didn't care much for them,
either. "Let's all just make the best of things while they're here. It
won't kill you two to sleep in the same bed, you shared a bed until you
were twelve, remember?"
     "Don't make me remember." I said with feeling. "He snores."
     "So do you!" Carl said.
     "Then you can wake each other up all night long until you get used to
it. Now, Joe, go help Carl pack his things."
     "I'll get the boxes off the back porch." I smiled at Carl. It wasn't
that often I won these things as you can imagine, so I was enjoying my
victory. Fair and square, too (well, mostly).
     Carl avoided me the rest of the day, easy enough with relatives coming
by to visit with Aunt Colleen and Uncle Bob.
     I was in my room working at my computer when Carl came in. "Hey,
bedtime." he said to me. He sounded contrite. Hell, I was feeling contrite
myself.
     "Which side of the bed do you want, Joe?" Carl asked.
     I turned around. "I don't care. Pick whichever you want."
     "Fine." He said and pulled his knit-shirt off over his head. As he
lowered it, he said, "Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't want to give
up my room." He sat on the bed and peeled off his sneakers, then his socks.
     "I understand that. Me, neither." I said.
     "Is that why you cheated me?" Carl asked.
     "Carl, you're the one who always cheat." I returned. "I just knew you
were going to cheat and made my choice accordingly. If you'd played fair,
you might have won."
     Carl looked at me, then shook his head. "Joe, you're a mighty strange
guy."
     I shrugged. "We set out to be different from each other. You chose to
be the one who charges in without thinking or looking. That left me with
being the one who plans ahead."
     "Whatever." Carl said, ending the conversation, and standing up. "You
and me were always different." He unzipped his pants and shucked them down
his legs, leaving only a pair of small briefs, red with white trim. He
always wore colored briefs; I wore either plain white briefs, or boxers in
patterns. I was looking at his brief, the bulb of his balls distending
them, when Carl asked, "How do you sleep?"
     "Huh?" I said.
     "How do you sleep?"
     "I close my eyes and count sheep." I said derisively.
     He smirked. "I mean, do you wear your briefs in bed, or pajamas or
what?"
     "Oh! Uh...." I trailed off. I slept nude, and had for the last couple
of years, but I hadn't let on to any of the family. "Whatever you want to
do is fine."
     "Sleeping nekkid, huh?" That was how he pronounced it, "nekkid."
     "Yeah." I said. "You got a problem with that?"
     "Nah." Carl said. "Me, too, ever since we came back from summer camp
that year."
     "You, too?" I said, surprised. The camp counselor in our tent had
slept nude, a big, handsome stud of a man, he had been so casual about it
that he had converted most of our tent to nude sleeping. I had continued it
when we'd returned...but I hadn't thought Carl had done the same.
     "Sure, it's more comfortable." Carl said while he scratched his
balls. I stared at it and he kept scratching, then he said, "Getting a good
look?"
     "Huh? Oh!" I said, turning away. "Sorry."
     "That's okay." Carl said. "Curious, huh? Me, too."
     "Curious?"
     "I mean, you're a guy walking around with my body." Carl said. "I
mean, look at you! Look at me!"
     "I know." I said. "Stuck wearing someone else's face!"
     "It's your face, too." Carl said.
     "You're not going to start wearing exactly what I'm wearing, are you?"
     "Maybe." Carl said. "What would you do if I did?"
     I thought about it a couple of heartbeats and said, "Start wearing
something else."
     "Don't want to look like me, huh?"
     "I don't want to look like half of a set of matching bookends." I
clarified. "Do you?"
     "I don't know." Carl mused. "It might be fun, don't you think?"
     "No." I said.
     "When you coming to bed?" Carl said.
     "What's your hurry?"
     "I want to check you out, the way you checked me out." Carl said
matter-of-factly. "Want to compare our equipment, see how alike we really
are. You want to, too, don't you?"
     "I've already seen you." I pointed out.
     "I mean really take a look." Carl said. "Get up against each other,
measure it."
     "Measure what?" I said and didn't wait for an answer. "You're
disgusting."
     "I'm curious. Aren't you?"
     I paused a bit too long. "Not really."
     "Sure you are. So come on, get nekkid with me and we'll measure them."
Carl said. "I also want to see if you have the same hairs I do. Here, on my
left thumb, I just got three hairs. How many do you have?"
     I looked at my left thumb, said, "Huh! Me, too, just three hairs."
     Carl's thumb came up and he said, "Let's compare them."
     I let him press his thumb against mine, but I was looking past it at
his cock, waggling there.
     "We got the same thumbnails." Carl observed.
     "Uh-huh." I said, not really paying attention.
     "We got the same wrinkles over our thumb knuckles, too, I think." Carl
said.
     "Uh-huh."
     "Do we have the same cock size?"
     "Uh-huh."
     "Can I see it?" His prick began to swell and fatten up.
     "Uh-huh."
     "So let me see it."
     "Uh-huh. Huh?"
     "So let me see it." Carl said. "Come on, take your clothes off, like
me."
     "I don't know."
     "Aw, come on. It's time for bed anyhow."
     My hands went up to my shirt and I undid the buttons. Carl's hands
reached up and helped me undo them. I looked into his eyes. I hadn't done
that in a very long time, looked right at Carl. So much of my life had been
denying his existence, other than to make sure we didn't look like each
other, ever, much as I could. Now I was looking at him...and it was like
looking in a mirror.
     My shirt came off without my feeling it. I only felt Carl's hands
brushing it off my shoulders. Then he was pulling my t-shirt up over my
head for me. It was like taking off my defenses along with the shirt. It
peeled off, and with it all my hesitation.
     "Yeah." Carl said as his hand tossed the t-shirt over to one
side. "Look at that. Just like me."
     "It's like looking at a mirror." I admitted. My hand touched his chest
and then cupped one nipple. He did the same to me, and it was like a mirror
image thing, each of us had our right hand on the other's left breast.
     "Jeez, Joe!" Carl breathed. "I can't believe how much you look like
me. It's like I'm touching myself. Come on, get the rest of them off. I got
to see all of you."
     He let go of me and got onto the bed, lay there on one upraised elbow
supporting his upper body, watching me. Looking at me, his other half.
     I moved like in a dream, sitting down and unlacing my shoes, peeling
off my thin nylon socks, reaching up for my jeans and unbuttoning them,
removing everything that had made me different from Carl all these
years. Turning into my twin brother's other half once again.
     As I moved over to get into bed, his arms reached up for me, and it
felt so good to rest myself into them, as they moved over and met and
crossed on my back.
     Our lips matched and when they did, I groaned and my body moved itself
to get even closer to him, and I scooted up and felt his cock touch mine,
and Carl grabbed them and pressed them tightly together. I would have said
he was making his vaunted measurement of each other, but he didn't try, his
hand was holding us tightly, and he was moving them, a slow, liquid motion
that caused me to shudder, and I let go of his lips and threw back my head
to moan.
     "God, Joe!" Carl sighed. "Why'd we ever stop sleeping together?"
     "Wanted to be different." I gasped out. "Tired of being the same,
treated just alike, like we were only one person."
     "Think maybe we went too far?"
     "I don't know." I said. "I just know that I want to do this."
     "Me, too." Carl panted. And he kissed my neck, and the kiss was pure
fire. As he moved down my neck and onto my chest, that line of fire
followed it, and I got the hardest damned erection I'd ever had! He moved
down and when he did, his cock left mine and it felt like I'd lost a part
of myself, and I groaned.
     But Carl wasn't just sliding down the bed, he was pivoting around
rapidly as he could. His tongue dug into my navel as he squirmed on his
stomach, and I watched his buttocks dancing up and down as he wormed
around, bringing his lower body up to the head of the bed. When his legs
hit the headboard, he got onto all fours. He got briefly up onto his knees,
his upper body still bent over me, and he grabbed me by my ankles and he
heaved me along with himself as his upper body fell back onto the bed, I
ended up some two feet lower down, my feet dangling over the edge of the
bed, and I saw them what he was doing.
     I moved to join him, then, bringing my crotch to his face while my own
face dove towards that glistening, gleaming tower of his. Like my own, it
looked like my own! Carl's lips fastened onto my cock and I felt an instant
jolt of pleasure quite unlike my own attentions to my dong. This was more
like raw joy climbing my cock from the glans to the base, and up into my
body, flashing up into me like a strike of lightning, and I moaned softly.
     When my lips slid over Carl's dong, he moaned, and it was the
companion to my own moan. He dove deep down onto my prod and I felt the
heat surrounding my pud, filling my senses with delight, and I quickly did
the same to him.
     It was so natural, so simple, for us to move in identical
synchronicity, to match stroke for stroke, motion for motion, and it was
like I was sucking on myself. I can't describe how I felt, doing this, we
matched each other so well, far better than any other sex partner I've had
since then. Maybe it was because our bodies were the same size, our muscles
formed the same way, our very genetics calling out for the same stimulus
and the same abilities. I just know that this was something...special. Like
every movement I made was duplicated upon myself, so that I couldn't tell
where I left off and Carl began, where he stopped and I started. I felt
like every droplet of saliva upon Carl's cock was matched to one on my own,
I could tell when to add more spit to the mix by the feel of Carl's lips on
my dong, know what pleased him by the swirling waters of my own desire that
washed up on my body in a breaking surf of ecstasy.
     Even when climax began to crawl into my brain, as my every extremity
tingled like a million pinpricks of joy, I knew that Carl was feeling the
very same as me, the very same. I didn't have to gauge his delight, wonder
if his pleasure was matching mine, I knew it without question the same way
I knew my own. We were one, the two halves rejoined at long last, and the
pieces still mesh without a fissure to be seen after.
     As my orgasm ignited, as I groaned and thrashed in my sexual abandon,
I was met with the hot, creamy load of Carl's jism flooding my mouth and
throat, I could suckle at the tender flesh and know that every milky jet
that shot into my mouth was matched by my own cock pumping into Carl's, and
I didn't want this moment to end, ever, to be left forever in this
position, locked in sexual congress, our bodies cycling and recycling the
jizz through our bodies and out of our cocks, an eternity of ejaculation,
an orgy of orgasmic bliss that never ended.
     And when my body did fall slack, when I felt Carl laying his head on
my inner thigh as he panted and the sweat of his hair touched and stroked
my leg hairs, I felt a moment of regret, not for the sex, but that it had
ended, that I couldn't sustain it any longer, the disappointment that
orgasm is not forever, it ends, and you are left behind to go on without it
once again.
     Carl rose up and turned around and I scooted back up to lay my head
upon the pillows once again, and this time my arms rose to envelop him and
pull him down to me, and our legs intertwined and pressed against each
other in a puzzle of locking limbs, our arms snaring each other like
spider's webs, holding each other tight, and the kisses we gave each other
were promises.
     I could say that we talked then, but we were brothers, after
all. There was only the thanks of two sated bodies exchanged, and from
there, we moved into a comfortable sleep that beckoned with warm hands to
join it, and when morning came and mother's call came to us, we rose and
looked at each other, and it was the look of comfortable cohabitation. All
the friction of the years had evaporated, our conflicts revealed as our
desire to be closer to each other, and now we were close, it was no longer
needed.
     When we walked into the dining room, my mother looked up at us, in
surprise. "Why, Carl and Joe! This is a first."
     "What?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.
     "Our clothes, doofus." Carl reminded me.
     "You're wearing the same clothes!" my mother exclaimed. "Oh, my, don't
they just look adorable!" my mother gushed, the need to say those words for
so many years made it just burst out of her. "Aren't they so cute dressed
like that, my two little angels?"
     "Aw, Mom!" I said. "So we look alike. What's the big deal, anyway?"
     "It means you two are finally starting to act like brothers." Mom
said. "I dreaded putting you two into the same bed. I figured you two would
be in a fistfight before dawn. How did you two sleep; it must have felt
strange having someone else in bed with you all night long."
     "We slept just fine." Carl said. "We turned in unison all night." And
he grinned suddenly. "I guess we sleep just alike, too."
     "We do a lot of things alike." I agreed. "We found that out last
night."
     "I hope you find a lot more things in common." Mom said. "Now, which
one of you is going to carry the trash down to the street for me this
morning?"
     "Rock-Paper-Scissors?" I asked Carl.
     "Sure." Carl said and we threw a round.
     I had to take the trash down. Carl and I may be lovers now, but my
twin brother still cheats at Rock-Paper-Scissors. In future, I decided, we
were going to stick to cutting cards!

				  THE END
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