Date: Tue, 7 Jun 2011 22:15:44 +0200 From: Mark Gouwen Subject: Symmetry part 3 Category: gay male / incest Part 3 of a series LtHawk ========================================================== 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. Comments are more than welcome at lthawk34 at xs4all dot nl * * * * * * * * * 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?" ------------ 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!