Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2000 21:57:44 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: TWINS REUNITED

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                                 TWINS REUNITED

   When Mom and Dad divorced four years ago, they decided to split up my
brother and I.  Barry went with Dad, and I stayed with Mom. We were
devastated, but they felt it was best.  From birth, they'd always tried to
make us different. But we weren't different. We were, and still are I
think, two halves of one person. They tried to discourage this, but we
cried and carried on until it was easier to let us have our way. But the
divorce was adult stuff, and we didn't have much to say about it. We were
only 9. Oh, we cried and carried on...at least I did...for weeks. And I'm
sure Barry did the same. Dad took him to New York, while we stayed in Los
Angeles. They even denied us writing privileges.
   We didn't dress alike...exactly. They had to be the same, but if I wore
the white pants, Barry would wear the black ones. If he wore a red shirt,
I'd wear the same one in blue. He parted his hair on the right...me on the
left. Half and half. I'm right-handed, he's left-handed.  You get the idea?
   Now, at 13, Barry was coming back to me. Dad was killed in a terrible
accident, and Barry demanded to be returned to Mother and me, even though
Dad's sister, Ruth, wanted to raise him.
   I was more excited than I'd ever been in my life. I wondered how much he
might have changed in four years. I didn't go with Mom to the airport...I
wanted to meet him at home.  You see, there was another little thing
between us. From infancy, Barry and I had almost never quarreled. We
adjusted. And we had a habit that, in the early years was considered
'cute', but later drove our folks up the wall. So we had to hide it. You
see, Barry and I always kissed each other on the lips!
   Nothing passionate, and certainly not anything sexual. It was just a
sweet, noisy touch of the lips. As little kids, Mom and Dad got a kick out
of seeing us smile at each other and lean over for a kiss. We did this
maybe ten times a day. But when we got older and started at school, Mom
explained to us that we should stop it, or at least not do it in
public. We'd already tapered off, naturally, by then. We kissed when me
met, when we parted, when we woke up, and when we went to bed.
   We couldn't see any reason why it was wrong. To us, it was the right way
for our feelings to be expressed. But after being seen, and teased, when we
did it in the schoolyard at recess, we just stuck to putting our arms
around each other's shoulders. They still teased us, but not as much.
   I wondered if we would still want to kiss when we met. That's why I
didn't want to go to meet him in a crowded airport. I knew what people
would think of two 13-year-old boys kissing each other on the lips! Even if
they were identical twins. Besides, we'd both reached puberty since we last
saw each other. Would that make a difference?
   I was so nervous waiting for them to get home. I kept brushing my hair,
which was still parted on the left. I changed my shirt and pants three or
four times, and must have applied enough Clearasil on my few tiny zits that
I looked like I was wearing makeup or something. I caught my reflection in
the mirror and stopped. "What was I doing? Why was it so gosh-darned
important to look extra special? He's only my brother! I stopped fussing
and just stood there looking into my closet. I closed my eyes and
concentrated. Suddenly, I don't know why, but I knew exactly what to
wear. I grabbed my yellow Bart Simpson T-shirt and my white pants.  That
over with, I paced in the living room, constantly peeking out the drapes. I
felt really silly.  Like a dumb school-girl or something. But heck, my
brother was coming!
   When I heard the car pull up, I nearly panicked. I just stood there
frozen, deciding not to peek out the window. I went over by the fireplace
and just stood there. I wanted to see him walk through the door. I couldn't
figure out what I was so nervous about. I should have been jumping up and
down.
   Then the door opened and Mom walked in first. She had a big, happy grin
on her face.  Then she stepped aside, and there he was! He broke out in a
big smile.  "TERRY!"
   I must have smiled bigger than I ever had. He looked at my clothes and
burst out laughing!  There he stood in a plain green T-shirt with black
pants. Then he did a big spin. Homer Simpson, with a big disgusted look,
was on his back! It was almost unbelievable. We laughed for a long time.
Mother knew us well enough to catch what it meant, and she started to
giggle too.
   He slowly stepped down into the living room while I made a similar
approach toward him.  We stood there awkwardly for a while, both unsure
just what to do. We did a silly shuffle with our right hands, about to
shake, but instinctively drawing them back. He smiled and shook his
head. Things hadn't come to that point. Slowly, our lips drew together. It
was the only way we knew to say hello! It was soft, quick, and noisy. We
beamed our pleasure at each other!
   "Good Lord!" Mom teased. "Grown boys still kissing each other!" Then she
came over to us and put her arms around us both. "Well, it's kinda
wonderful, I guess.  I'm just so happy to have my boys back together
again. If that keeps your brotherly love intact, you just go right
ahead. But I think you're gonna look real silly when you're 60!" We all
cracked up at that.  "Not to mention how your wives are gonna take it."
   "They'll just have to get over it!" Barry shrugged, chuckling. I
chuckled too, but not as much. For some reason, the idea of Barry and I
married made my stomach ache.  Then I remembered I hadn't eaten all
day. Mom must have been reading my mind--or heard my stomach.
   "Well, you two buckaroos get reacquainted and I'll go rustle us up some
grub. How's that?"
   "Great!"
   "Swell" We agreed on that.
   "Come on up and I'll show you our room," I said. "I've changed it around
a lot."
   "Barry can have his own room now," Mom said pleasantly.
   "NO!" we both cried together--without even thinking.
   "B-but why not? Why be cramped together in one small room? You're
getting older and you're going to want more space for yourselves."
   "Uh, we'll think it over, Mom. Come on, Barry!" I rushed him upstairs,
our combined 'NO!' still ringing in my ears. We'd said it automatically,
but Mom was right. It would be dumb. I guess it was just that we couldn't
stand the thought of being separated so soon.
   "Hey! Neat posters," he said, looking around the room then flopping on
the bed. "Cool room, Terry!"
   "I--Is it still, uh, our room?" I asked, a little confused.
   "Boy! We sure jumped on that one, didn't we?" he laughed. "Two rooms
makes more sense, I guess, but let's share for a few days, OK? We got lots
of things to talk about, an'...an' then maybe we won't mind. We'll only be
about three steps apart, instead of 3,000 miles."
   "That sounds good. Gee, I sure missed you, Barry!"
   "Me, too!" he gushed, getting up off the bed. "All the time. Our kiss
wasn't enough. How about giving your big brother a hug?"
   "Huh! Whadda you mean 'big brother'?"
   "By five minutes, you little squirt!" He grabbed me tightly. We wrapped
our arms around each other and stood that way for a very long time. I knew
we were feeling the same thing.  That part of us had been missing for a
very long time--and now we were whole again! We finally pulled
away--neither one of us embarrassed--and kissed again.
   "Gee," I said, "I just noticed. How'd you ever get a tan living in New
York?"
   "Well, we do have sun, dummy! Actually, that's kinda funny. For some
reason, I used to spend a lot of time laying out in the sun. When I was at
home I'd go up on the roof and use sun reflectors like others do. But I
don't even like the sun that much!"
   "I like to go down to the beach all the time," I said.
   "Say, that one's an art poster over there. A Rigoli! You like art?"
   "I don't know. I don't think so. But lately I've talked Mom into taking
me to museums and stuff like that."
   "Yeah? Dad and I used to go to the Metropolitan all the time. New York
has lots of neat places like that..."
   "Barry!"
   "3,000 miles!"
   "There must be lots of other things like that, don't you think?"
   "Maybe we know each other better than we think!"
   "What's my favorite movie?"
   "Uh..." Barry racked his brain. "THE MATRIX! I saw it four times and
hated it each time." I gasped. "What's mine?"
   "Ah. I don't know. Heck! I don't know." I was disappointed, but as much
as I tried it just didn't come to me.
   "Oh," Barry was just as disappointed. We both thought we discovered
something very important. "It's still ET."
   "No it's not!" I blurted. "It's something that...that must have been
rated R, cause it had naked teenagers in it!"
   "HOLY SHIT, TERRY! TEEN NYMPHOS was a dirty movie one of the boys
sneaked into school. It was his dad's. I forgot all about it, but it was my
favorite...it still is! And I was thinking ET. We're not reading each
other's minds...we know things about each other. We just plain KNOW IT!"
   "Gosh!" It was getting really weird. "But how'd you watch a dirty movie
at school?"
   "Oh. You don't know. The last two years I went to an all-boys boarding
school. I lived at school. Four boys to a room. Some of the richer kids had
their own video machines."
   "Sounds neat!" I said.
   "Naw, I hated it," he squinched up his face.
   "How come? Cause it was all boys?"
   "No, that was okay. It was the phony routine and discipline. And you
never had much privacy. Especially when you wanted to...you know!" He made
a jacking off gesture that made me blush. Then I realized we really did
have a lot to talk about!
   "BOYS, LUNCH!" Mom yelled up the stairs. "Right away!"
   "Y-you do it, doncha?" he asked me, excitement in his eyes.
   "Well...you should know whether I do!" I laughed.
   He thought for a moment, then looked up at me and cried, "Jeez! You do
it all the time!  More than I do!"
   We started laughing so hard we had to stifle our mouths. We couldn't go
down to lunch like that. We could never explain what was so funny to Mom!
We went down the stairs, still falling over with laughter, then tried to
walk into the kitchen with straight faces. It was no use.  We'd made such a
big deal out of trying to stop laughing, that it only made it all the
funnier.
   But Mom didn't pry. She just smiled--glad to see us so happy. "After
lunch why don't we head over to your grandparents? They're really anxious
to see you, Barry."
   After aunts and uncles showed up, we didn't get back home until late. By
then, we were really bushed and headed straight up and started to get ready
for bed.
   "We both gonna fit in your little bed, Terry?"
   "We always did," I yawned.
   "Yeah, but we're a lot bigger now." We both stood there naked except for
our undershorts, looking each other over, taking in the differences since
we last saw each other that way.
   "We sure got long legs now," I remarked.
   "Yeah, and..." Barry gulped. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
   "Unh hunh," I smiled. "Let's check!"
   We walked over to the long mirror on the closet door. We studied each
other's reflection and compared them. Then we smiled and hooked our fingers
into our waistbands and slowly slipped our shorts down. Two identical cocks
flopped out, with the same amount of fleecy hair growing there. We didn't
have any hair last time we looked at each other.  "W-we got bigger there,
too!" I gushed.
   "Yeah, it's all that pounding away!" he giggled.
   "They sure look the same," I said. "If they got switched, we'd never
know it. Hold yours up, let's look at our balls." I lifted my dick, and we
pressed closer together and closer to the mirror. They even hung the same
way--except his left ball hung lower, and my right ball hung lower.
   "D-do you t-think they're the same size...I mean, when they're hard?"
Barry stammered strangely. That wasn't like him. After all, we'd examined
ourselves like this all our lives.
   "Let's get 'em hard and find out!" I suggested.
   "OK!" We started to play with ourselves, a little embarrassed. "Uh,
let's kill two birds with one stone," I suggested. "Let's find out if they
feel the same, too!" I reached over and grabbed Barry's pecker. He let out
a strange little moan. Then he grabbed mine. We watched the reflection of
two identical boys working up each other's identical cocks into rigid
boners!
   "It feels just like I'm jacking my own dick," Barry said, "but better!"
   "Yeah, I know what you mean," I agreed. Then...we both altered our
strokes.
   "You like it this way, don't you?" Barry asked.
   "Wow! And you like to do this," I rolled my fingers over his knob,
smearing his leaking juice around, causing him to shivver. We weren't
looking in the mirror any longer, we'd turned toward each other and watched
two hands stroking two identical hard cocks.
   "We know just what to do," Barry stated the obvious, then added a
suggestion that shocked and excited me. "I think we should do it for each
other all the time, don't you?"
   "You want to?"
   "Sure, why not? Some of the boys at school used to get into each other's
beds after lights out and jack each other off."
   "D-did you ever do it?" I gulped.
   "A couple of times," Barry admitted, "it was better than doing it alone,
you know? The guys were always calling each other queers, but I think
everybody was doing it. Somebody said Tommy Jensen liked to give blowjobs,
but I don't know. He never denied it, though. I was friends with one of his
roommates, and one night I snuck into their room just after lights out
because I wanted to borrow his flashlight. I needed to study for a final
and I needed it to read under the covers. From the other side of the room I
could see that Tommy wasn't in his top bunk, and there were squishy sounds
coming from the bunk below. And it didn't sound like jacking off--it
sounded like sucking noises. I whispered to my friend, 'what're they doin'
over there?' 'Hunh, where? Oh, that? It's just Tommy blowing Franklyn. You
want a knobjob? Just go over and hang your dick out. He'll suck it. I gotta
get to sleep.' He turned over. My dick was getting hard, but I didn't have
the nerve to go over there, so I just tiptoed out. I didn't want to take
the chance that my friend was bullshitting me!"
   "You mean, you'da let him do it?" I gasped.
   "Sure! I always wondered what it would feel like putting your pecker in
a mouth. I...  I..." he started to giggle, "I even tried to reach my own
once, but it was impossible."
   "Ha Ha Ha. Me, too!"
   We smiled at each other, then our smiles dissolved into something
mysterious. "Are...are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked.
   "Usually," I gulped.
   "It'd...it'd just be like...well, since our dicks are exactly the same,
we could almost be...  we could figure it was just..."
   "Sucking ourselves!" I finished his nervous thought.
   "Yeah!"
   "Let's get on the bed!" Just in case, I locked the bedroom door.
   "Y-you want the light off?"
   "Heck no!" he cried. We yanked our shorts off and excitedly pulled down
the covers and snuggled up together. Automatically, like we'd done a
million times before as soon as we hopped into bed, we kissed. It surprised
us both for a second, then we put our lips together again, and something
magical happened that had never happened when we kissed before. We grabbed
for each other's boners and layed there kissing for a long time.  Really
kissing! Barry stuck out his tongue and licked my lips. I tried it,
too. But when I did, he sucked my tongue into his mouth. This was
important! We stopped jacking and hugged each other furiously, rolling
around on top of each other, pressing our bodies together, and keeping
up...keeping up...that wonderful stuff we were doing with our tongues! We
didn't mind it when we tasted each other's spit. We were flopping our
tongues back and forth, then sucking our lips together!
   Finally, we had to pull apart to catch our breath. "Oh, Barry!" I cried,
kissing his neck.  "I've missed you so much. I love you!" I thought for a
moment I shouldn't have said that, but I knew it was the truth--and we'd
never, ever lied to each other.
   He knew I meant more than just loving a brother, because he pulled my
face in front of his and kissed my nose. "I love you too, Terry. I guess I
always have."
   "What we're gonna do," I whispered. "We're gonna do this all the time,
aren't we?"
   "If we like it. Gee, that was silly. I know I'm going to like it, and I
know you will. How come we didn't know all this before?"
   "We never got boners before!" I giggled into his neck. "But since we are
gonna do it all the time...let's pretend this first time. Let's pretend
that it really IS our own cocks we're sucking!"
   "No," he said, "I can't do that. Maybe tomorrow. I'm gonna suck YOUR
cock. I'm gonna lick YOUR balls!"
   I felt a little dumb. "You're right, as always," I agreed. "That's the
only way it can feel, isn't it?"
   He put his mouth up to my ear and whispered lewdly, "Yeah. Now get your
mouth down there and suck on my hard prick. Give me my first hot blowjob,
cocksucker!  And don't hold anything back. Remember, you're queer for my
body. Do anything you can think of, cause that's what I'm gonna do to you!
Then turn around and put your dick in my mouth!"
   His dirty words shocked me so much my body started to tingle. I knew he
was right.  Except for sucking dicks, I didn't really know what else queers
did. So I decided to do anything I could think of that would make him feel
good. I would read his inner secrets to find out what those things were.
   I knelt up and stuck my dick in his face. He opened his mouth and slowly
wrapped his lips over it, knowing I was watching his every move. He sucked
it a bit, then licked all over the head, and up the shaft, sending shivers
through my body. He felt up my balls and stroked my thighs. He didn't care
that I hadn't started on him yet; he knew I'd do it when I couldn't stand
it any more--when I'd watched so much that I just had to try it myself. I
could have watched and felt those tingles for hours; but he was right. I
had to get down there!  Some day I would watch him for hours, maybe. Right
now, I wanted to blow my big brother--by five minutes!
   I twisted around and buried my face in his pubic hair. It smelled
nice. I rubbed my cheek over his dick, flitting my tongue out. I tried
teasing him, but it was no use. I was only teasing myself. I wanted his
prick in my mouth! I lifted it up and stuffed it between my lips. Then I
started to suck on his boner like crazy. It wasn't like I thought it would
be. It was ten times better--a hundred. I wanted to suck it right off his
body and swallow it!
   I climbed up on top of him and started to fuck his mouth. I kept pushing
my head down until I could take him all the way to his balls without
gagging. He banged the back of my throat.  I wondered what it would be like
when our dicks grew bigger.
   We went crazy on each other. We rolled around in different positions
sucking and licking cocks and balls, and bellies and legs. When he was on
top I could see his asshole. It was flinching! I touched it, wondering if
he would mind. Part of the dirty movie he'd seen crossed my mind. I knew
what he wanted. I put my nose in his hole and rubbed it around. I liked the
smell. Then I licked it! He gave a loud moan, so I licked it some more. I
loved licking him there! I wondered if I was tasting any shit, but I didn't
think so.
   I tried to send him a message that it was really good. But it didn't
seem to be working. So I got on top and lifted my dick out of his
mouth. Then I quickly sat down on his face, grinding my asshole over his
mouth! I didn't know if he was enjoying it or not, but by then I didn't
care.  If he ever wanted to breathe again, I decided in my excitement, he'd
better start licking!
   Barry did better than that. He felt my ass up and shoved his tongue in
my hole! Oh, it was wonderful! I bent over and got my head between his legs
again. For a long time we curled up together, licking at each other's
assholes! I was going crazy. Right then, my brother could have farted...or
even pooped!...and I wouldn't have stopped licking! Barry wouldn't have
stopped either...I knew that.
   Suddenly, he yanked away from me. I fell on the bed, face down. He
grabbed my hips and lifted my ass up. Then he crawled between my legs and
licked all over my butt, putting hickeys on my cheeks, and sucking right on
my asshole. He pulled me apart and began to fuck his tongue in and out of
my hole. I was writhing and thrashing on the bed!
   "Okay, Terry," he pinched my ass, "You want your butt sucked? I'LL SUCK
YOUR BUTT! MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT, BABY, I COULD EAT YOU OUT FOREVER!"
   "Suuh-mi," I moaned, "suuh-mi!"
   "Hunh?"
   "S-suhh..suck me, I'm gonna come!" I made my words clearer.
   Barry pulled my prick back between my legs and really started to go to
town, taking it all the way. I let out a squeal and felt my cock squirting
a heavy, creamy load into his mouth. It seemed to go on forever; and in the
pulled-back position, I felt I was jetting lots more than I usually
did. But he didn't gag, and he didn't pull off until I'd been completely
drained. Finally, I collapsed on the bed. He slithered his naked body on
top of me and cooed into my ear.
   "Oh, Terry, that was delicious! Your cum really tastes good. And you
came so much! I thought you'd never stop--and I hoped you wouldn't."
   I turned my head up to him and smiled. "Does it taste as good as yours?"
   "About the same. How do you know I've tasted my own?"
   "You shoot into your hand and eat it while you finish coming."
   "You're right! And you...let's see...ah, you like to put your legs up
against the wall and shoot down into your mouth, don't you?"
   "Hah! But I stopped that...and I'll bet you don't know why."
   "Hmmm. Yeah, cause you kept shooting into your eyes!" he laughed.
   "Wow! We can read each other!" I gasped.
   "Well, that last part was just a guess," he admitted. "cause I tried it
a couple of times and that's what happened to me!" We giggled more.
   "Now that I know your cum is gonna be yummy," I said with a dumb smile
on my face, "let me at it!"
   We traded places. Barry layed back on the pillows and I crawled between
his legs--which he happily spread wide open for me. I started on his balls,
pulling each one into my mouth and gently sucking on them. I watched his
dick jerk and steadily go straight into the air. When he had a full, firm
boner snapping around, just aching for the touch of my lips, I made like I
was about to go down on it. Instead, I eased my hands under his thighs and
threw them back. That left his hairless, pink asshole completely exposed to
my gaze. I ran my tongue up and down his crack. He closed his eyes and took
in a deep breath. Letting it out, he looked directly at me.  "Ahhh!" he
moaned.
   I lifted his ass higher and looked at him while I licked his
butthole...especially the little flap of skin that hung out right at the
top. I really liked that, and hoped I had one--it was fun to play with! I
reached around and jacked his cock. Then I pulled it down and took turns
licking his knob and anus. A little suck on his velvety knob, then down for
a quick flutter on his wrinkled hole. A little of this...a little of
that...until I was driving him crazy!
   He reached under his butt and pulled his asshole open--keeping it that
way. I knew what he wanted. I stuck my tongue out into a stiff point and
drove it in, tasting his insides! He had a kinda goofy, sexy look on his
face. He was in ecstasy! He wanted me to act like a hungry queer for his
body, so I did, realizing I WAS A HUNGRY QUEER FOR HIS BODY! I purposely
made nasty sucking noises while I slurped down there. He bent his cock down
to me and nodded erratically. I scooched up on my knees and pulled his
bottom into my lap. Then I bent down and sucked in his prick. I squeezed it
at the base, and began to bob up and down, sucking hard. I was determined
to give him a blowjob we would both remember.  I knew I'd never forget
mine!
   He held his body rigid and his eyes rolled around. And then he started
gushing! Sensations hit the roof of my mouth. It was salty. It was
peppery. It was bitter. It was sweet. It was creamy, but with lumps. IT WAS
DELECTABLE, AND I GULPED IT DOWN!!
   Barry started to hump his ass up--jabbing it into my mouth in his
excitement. I had to hold him tightly to keep his prick from slipping out
and spraying all over him.  Fuck that! I was selfish...I wanted every last
drop!
   "Ohhh, Teeerrry!" He slumped, and fell completely relaxed. I fondled his
bottom while I licked his cock clean...licking down his shaft to gather up
the little stream that had run down to his balls when he'd filled my mouth
to overflowing.
   I crawled up to him and we hugged, both breathless. He gently licked a
little bit of juice from my chin. Then we kissed.
   "Whew! That was the greatest!" he said. "We didn't leave much for
tomorrow!" he snickered.
   "That's okay," I assured him. "We'll just do it all again!"
   "And again, and again, and...hey, you'd better unlock the door in case
Mom comes in in the morning. She'd wonder why."
   "Good thinking," I got up to unlock the door. Barry smiled at me and
whistled. Even after all that, I blushed! I flicked off the light and
hopped back into bed...and squealed! Barry had stuck his hand over to the
spot right where my butt was going to land. I sat right on it. He chuckled,
and goosed me. We fell asleep in each other's arms, big silly grins on our
faces. I wish somebody had been around to take our pictures after we'd been
asleep for a couple of hours. I'd make a bet that we were still smiling
through our dreams!
   That first week was completely wild. Every chance we got, we were
fiddling with each other. At night, we'd try different ways of
coming. Eventually, we tried other things. Some of them were silly, but
they were all fun and exciting.
   It didn't take us long to try fucking. One morning I was on my belly on
the bed. Barry was coming--ramming his cock up my ass like a piston. I was
jacking off like mad, squirting all over the bed. The door opened.
   "Boys, I've been calling now for...OH MY GOD!"
   "M-mom?" Barry gasped.
   "Hunh?" I echoed his surprise, looking up in astonishment, just as Mom
closed her mouth and gently backed out the door.
   We sighed and shrugged, no need for words. We dressed and sheepishly
went down to the breakfast table. Looking guilty and properly ashamed, we
stared at the tabletop.
   She put a hand to each of our cheeks and smiled. "What do you think,
that your old mom's an ogre? Cheer up. Just tell me one thing. You've
always loved each other as brothers...this is stronger, isn't it?"
   "Yes, Mom," Barry grinned, "Terry and I..."
   "We're in love, Mom!" I blurted out. "Just like...like..." I didn't know
how to describe it.  I certainly didn't want to say like husband and wife,
or boy and girl.
   "Like two inseparable halves, right?" she finished. We both nodded.
"That somehow makes it even better. Not that it would matter to me if it
was regular homosexuality for one or both of you...or homosexual incest
between you if you weren't twins. I love you both dearly, and nothing could
change that."
   "You are the best, Mom!" We hugged her across the table.
   "Did...did you two always know this. Is that why you were always
kissing?"
   "We...we just discovered it, Mom," Barry said, "but we kinda think that
maybe it was always true. We..." he blushed and looked at me, "we don't,
you know, kiss the same way now!"
   "Hmmm, I can imagine," she laughed. "Now it certainly wasn't a sight for
a mother's eyes, but I gotta say...even though I was properly shocked and
surprised ...hearing my boys experiencing that 'special' pleasure, and
seeing the look of ecstasy in your eyes, Terry...well, it was a very rare
thing for a mother to experience. It was delightful, and gave me a very
warm feeling about all this. I certainly won't be walking into your room
without knocking any more! But I don't want you to ever feel inhibited
around me. I won't be listening at your door, and I don't want you to stop
kissing each other around the house. It's a good way to keep from letting
the small things get in the way of the more important feelings you have for
each other. Besides, if you ever stop doing it I'll know something is wrong
between you and maybe I can help patch things up. You know, get you to talk
it out together. Of course, I mean the regular kissing you've always
done. Not something that's going to have you rolling around behind the
couch!"
   We burst out laughing! "Don't worry, we'll keep that stuff in the
bedroom," I assured her, then I couldn't help adding a little tease. "Uh,
do you think we could get our room sound- proofed? Barry gets a little loud
sometimes!" I giggled.
   "You should talk!" he accused.
   "Boys, I'm a grown woman. As long as it's sounds of love, you two can be
as free and as loud as you want. It'll be music to my ears. But just in
case you get too wild, I'll take the room down the hall!"
   Mom reheated our breakfast, and we gulped down 3 platefuls!


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