Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2000 16:24:09 -0500 (EST) From: Marc Subject: Reflections In A Mirror Disclaimer: The following story deals with incest, watersports and scat between consenting gay men. If you find this subject matter offensive or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE! Reflections In A Mirror By Rim4you Prologue My name is Kyle. I'm twenty-four years old, considered good looking and keep myself fit working out at the gym and active in sports. I am also have a brother. Joey looks alot like me. In fact, with his jet black hair and deep blue eyes, square jaw, broad shoulders, chisled chest and washboard stomach, looking at my brother is like looking into a mirror. But then again, Joey and I are identical twins. Thank God our parents didn't try to give us names that matched or yielded into dressing us alike when we were growing up. No! Our Mom wanted Joey and I to have our own identities, characteristics and to keep us as two separate individuals who just happend to be mirror reflections of one another. Growing up, Joey and I discoverd that we had more in common than meets the eye. Chapter One "Come on, Kyle. Please! I haven't seen you since Thanksgiving. I miss you." "I miss you too, Joey!" I said, speaking softly into the phone. As I looked up from where I was standing, I caught my reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall of the livingroom of my apartment. Hearing Joey's voice and seeing my own image reflected in the mirror's shiney glass, I could have been talking to myself! "I'll drive on up after work tomorrow and we can spend the weekend together. Is that okay with you, Joey?" "That would be great, Kyle! There's this new club that just opened up. You'll love it." "Oh yeah?" "The guys are really hot and I know the owner of the bar." "How well do you know him, Joey?" "Well enough but ..." "But what?" "Not in the way I'd like to know him. Know what I mean, Kyle?" "Uh-huh!" I laughed. "I get your drift." "Who knows, Kyle. Maybe between the both of us we could coax Rodney into seeing things our way!" "Yeah right, Joey!" "Hey, brother of mine! We've always worked well as a team together. Know what I mean?" "Yeah. I do. But the chances of landing a guy who's into the things we're into, that's ..." "Unlikely but possible, Kyle." "Let me go so I can get some things together. That way I can leave straight from work. I can most likely swing it to where I'll only have to work just half a day tomorrow." "Great! I'll be home all day. You do know I'm off of work for the next two weeks, don't you?" "Yeah. Mom told me that the company you work for shuts down around this time of year for a couple of weeks. Mandatory vacation, huh?" "You got that right, Kyle. But I get paid for it!" "Lucky shit!" "Mmmmmm!" Joey moaned, into the phone. "Why you little fuck!" "Hey! Just because you're one minute older than me, Kyle ..." "I'm just teasing you, Joey!" "I know! I'm just hungry, Kyle. Know what I mean?" "Yeah! Me too." "Just get your ass up here, Kyle!" "I will! It has been awhile." "Too long, if you ask me!" As I hung up the phone with Joey, I wandered down the hallway leading to my bedroom. Why was I getting all excited all of a sudden? Why was my cock swelling within my tight jeans? After all, Joey was just my brother! But he wasn't just any brother. He was a very special part of me. An extension of me, that now for the first time in our lives, we lived a three hours' drive apart, I seemed to sense him, feel his presence all the more keenly. I flung myself on my bed and found myself hugging the pillow and grinding my crotch upon the mattress. "Joey! Joey!" I whispered, sliding my hands under me to squeeze the throbbing bulge between my legs. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I felt that Joey was thinking about me in a similar way at that very moment! I can't explain it. I just felt it and knew it. They say that twins have a kind of extra sensory perception regarding one another. I don't know how true that is with other twins but Joey and I perceived this sense rather early on. I didn't feel this way with my older brother, Kevin or my younger sister, Bernadette. Joey and I have always felt a special bond, a unique closeness which, although we dearly loved our brother and sister, set us apart. "Ah, Joey!" I moaned, rolling onto my back. I looked, for an instant, at my hands, so like Joey's in shape and form, before placing them on my chest and caressing my hard nipples the way Joey used to. I grasped my nipples between my fingers and squeezed. As I moaned with the pain and pleasure I was inflicting upon myself, I churned my ass onto the mattress beneath me, rotating my hips as if there were someone under me. Fucking me! Slowly, my hands trailed down my chest. Ever so softly did my hands trace the contours of my taut stomach. I raised my head slightly and watched, almost hypnotically, as my raging hardon, confined within my tight jeans, jerked and throbbed. Further down my hands descended until I grasped the object of my burning lust and desire. My full basket was warm to the touch. "Fuck!" I moaned, rolling my head from side to side, squeezing my hard cock. "Joey!" I gasped, between moans, as I rubbed and kneaded the mound between my legs. I didn't care. My mind was absorbed in my lust. Lust for myself and for my brother. "Yes! Yes!" I sighed, feeling relief as a warm trickle issued from my piss slit and spread its warmth and wetness onto my jeans. I continued to grope myself as the wet spot on my jeans became bigger and more noticable. The pallms of my hands became wet with a warm fluid. "Ah fuck! Joey!" I cried, as I yielded to the release of my warm, gushing piss. I could feel the gushing stream soaking my jeans and the mattress beneath me upon which, I continued to grind my ass. I brought my wet hands up to my face. I could see the trickles of piss running down my arms and still feel my cock spewing urine in a steady flow. I inched my the wet palms of my hands closer towards my lips. My tongue darted out and flicked traces of my golden nectar into my mouth. Over and over I licked my hands, sucking my fingers into my mouth and savoring the taste of my piss. I could feel the comforter beneath me becoming more and more soaked with piss. As my cock spurted its last drops of piss I lurched myself upwards and onto my knees. Gazing down at the soaked material of the comforter I dove my head downward and rubbed my face into that warm, wet, rank fluid, which still puddled before being embedded within the material. I lapped at the fluid and sucked into my mouth the material, drawing the flavor of my piss into my mouth while at the same time, snapping the buttons open of my jeans and in one quick tug, yanking them down to my knees, freeing my aching cock and waving my wet, hairy ass into the air for an imaginary lover to use at his pleasure. "Joey!" I groaned, rubbing my face into the well soaked comforter on my bed. Reaching back, I clasped my asscheeks within the grip of my hands and spread them wide. "I want you to fuck me so bad, Joey!" I moaned, imagining my twin brother mounting me and shoving his thick, veiny, ten inches of manhood into me. It would be like fucking myself with a cock of equal proportions and glancing back to see a mirror reflection of myself fucking me! My cock was jerking wildly with these thoughts of my brother. With the taste of my own piss still fresh in my mouth, I drew myself up and off of the bed. I pulled my black t-shirt off and flung it aside. Then I tugged my wet jeans down, kicking them off. For a moment I gazed at my nakedness in the full length mirror upon the inside of the master bathroom door which was open. As I looked at my reflection, I saw not only myself, and my hard, rigid, cock standing firm and erect. I saw in my reflection, my brother! The splitting image of me down to the last detail. "Joey!" I whispered, bending down and reaching under the bed for the gym bag containing mine and Joey's favorite toys. Retrieving the bag, I placed it upon the bed and rumaged through it. I found what I wanted. Mine and Joey's favorite toy. It was a double headed dildo, twenty-four inches in length. Being very flexible, it lay at the bottom of my gym bag like a snake ready to strike. As I wrapped my fingers around it pulling it out of my gym bag, I perceived its length and girth and shuddered. Did Joey and I actually impale ourselves upon this, I wondered? The massive rubber cock felt heavy in my hand as I took it out of the bag and climbed back on the bed, staring at my reflection holding such a huge object in my hand. My breathing became more and more rapid as my lust and desire mounted. I knew what I wanted and needed. I needed to be fucked, rough and hard as Joey always fucked me, and I him. I held in my hand the only object that connected Joey and I in a special way together. I gazed upon it with lust crazed eyes as if I were touching a sacred relic! "Lube! I need lube!" I whispered, to myself as I brought one end of the dildo, Joey's end, marked with a "J" in magic marker towards my mouth. Joey and I had marked each end of the dildo with our initials. One end had a "J" on it and the other a "K." After fucking ourselves with the dildo, Joey and I would reverse the dildo and lying facing one another, he would take my end into his mouth and I, his end into my mouth and while jacking off we'd suck the dildo coated with the slime and grundge of our assholes upon it. As I sucked Joey's end of the dildo into my mouth I fumbled through my gym bag for the tube of "Wet." I yanked it out along with a bottle of "Rush." With the dildo hanging from my mouth, I squirted some lube onto my hand and worked three fingers up my asshole! "Aaaaaahhhhhh! Fuck!" I sighed, as I penetrated my hungry hole. The dildo fell from my mouth as I reached for the bottle of poppers and took several deep hits. As the rush of exhiliration flooded my head, I grabbed the dildo and stroked it with the slick palm of my hand, lubing it up. Looking at myself in the mirror I positioned it at my asshole. "Joey!" I groaned, as I shoved his end of the dildo up my ass. The flaring head streatched my asslips apart. I winced at the initial shock and pain but focused upon Joey slamming his meat in one single thrust up my asshole. I gripped the rubber cock and shoved my ass down hard. "Fuck!" I yelled, as my asshole swallowed more and more, inch by inch of the dildo I was shoving, impaling myself upon. My body contorted with pain and pleasure. I reached up with my free hand and savagely pinched my right nipple sending a pleasurable shockwave of pain throughout my body. "Fuck! Fuck!" I screamed, as I watched in the mirror, panting heavily, as half of the dildo penetrated me. This was the point where Joey's ass would be pushing hard against mine. Our firm butts grinding against one another while our rectums sucked greedily at the rubber cock. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" I hollered, as more of the rubber dick snaked its way up my gaping, hungry asshole. How much more could I take? Still my greedy hole sucked more! I arrived at that point where it seemed that my guts were turning inside out. That stabbing sensation in the pit of my stomach. I lurched forward and fell onto my elbows. My eyes riveted upon my reflection in the mirror. "Fuck me, Joey!" I growled, feeling the dildo sliding out of my ass. "Fuck me, brother!" In my imagination. In the reflection I saw in the mirror, my mind captured my brother pounding his huge cock in and out of my ass. Grasping the slippery dildo as firmly as I could, I began to fuck myself with it, driving it in and out of my ass roughly the way Joey would. Nobody fucked me the way Joey did. He sensed my needs, to be penetrated hard and rough. In like manner I shoved the dildo as deep as I could up my ass, the way Joey would. I'd let it slip completely out of me and ram it back in. All the while my cock jerked about wildly! "You filthy fuck!" I hissed, as I bucked my ass back upon the dildo, feeling my waste, my shit oozing out of my fucked hole and onto the comforter. As I fucked myself, the stench of my shitty hole began to drift up towards my nostrils. I became more and more turned on as the aroma of my filth swirled within my nose. I slid myslef back down further on the bed, my face sliding along the surface of the comforter until I perceived my face rubbing, penetrating something that reeked of asshole. The substance felt warm against my lips and the scent that filled my nostrils was sharp, raw and pungent. As I drove the dildo deep within my ass, I darted my tongue out. A tangy, bittersweet flavor filled my mouth. I glanced up and saw my reflection in the mirror. My lips and tongue were coated in a pasty, brown goo. "Mmmmmm!" I moaned, as I swept the filth from my asshole into my mouth. The more I fucked myself, the more I felt my asshole oozing its stink contents along the shaft of the rubber cock and onto my hand. I knew that I wanted to do. What I needed to do to make this act complete. Groaning loudly, I yanked the dildo out of my ass. In doing so, my well fucked bowels spewed their contents upon my bed. The stench was overwhelming but as I hadn't orgasmed yet, it plunged me into a state of wild, raunchy abandon. Rubbing the dildo into my reeking pile of shit, I rolled over onto my back and grinded my ass into the smelly muck I had produced. Holding Joey's end of the shit coated dildo over my mouth, I lunged my head forward. Wrapping my lips around the shitty dildo, I sucked and sucked. At the same time my free hand flew up and down cock. The taste of my own shit filled my mouth. It's ripe aroma swirled within my nose. "Fuck! Fuck!" I screamed, as I arched my back, my body tensed, and rope after rope of thick, white cum, spewed from my dick high into the air. "Joey! Joey!" I moaned, as the weight of my body sunk and seemed to melt into the mattress beneath me. The last spurts of cum dribbling out of my piss slit, running down my shaft. My hand milking every last drop. My body heaving and sighing as my tongue swirled across my dirty lips. As I came down from my explosive orgasm and my breathing came back to normal, with deep sighs inbetween, the phone rang. I laughed thinking to myself what a time for the phone to ring! I rolled over onto my stomach and felt my cock and balls squishing into the stinking pile of shit on my bed. I cringed for a second as I felt my dick sinking into my warm filth. I leaned over and picked up the phone in my messy hand. "Hello!" I barely whispered. "Kyle!" came the voice on the other end of the phone. "Joey!" I responded, warmly, grinding my crotch into the warm, smelly pile of shit on my bed. "I just ..." Joey's voice trailed. "I know, Joey!" I rasped, into the phone. "You were just jacking off, weren't you?" "Yeah! A real dirty jack off, Kyle!" Joey breathed, breathlessly. "I was just thinking about you, Kyle ... and ..." "Me too, Joey! Me too!" "I just need you, Kyle! I miss you! I just hate the fact that we're apart now. We've never been apart! Not like this!" "Joey! Joey!" I responded, hearing the emotion in my brother's voice. "I really miss you too! Why did you have to move away?" "I don't know, Kyle. Being stupid perhaps. Trying to see if I could be separated from you but ..." "But what, Joey?" "I can't, Kyle! I just can't! I need you! I love you, Kyle! You mean more to me than just as my brother." "Ah, Joey!" I sighed, hearing his voice crack with emotion. As kids growing up, I thought, whenever Joey got hurt or filled with a sudden emotion, he'd turn to me. At times his deep, blue eyes would spill with tears and I'd hold my brother close feeling his pain, his hurt, In each other could we find that comfort and solace we needed. Not that Mom or Dad, nor Kevin or Bernadette couldn't comfort us when we hurt. It was just that between Joey and I, there was something there that was so special and so intimate between us that the rest of the family didn't intrude upon. "Kyle!" Joey sobbed. "You've been drinking, huh?" "Yeah! So what? I just miss all of you guys. Mom, Dad, Kevin and Bernie ... but ..." "But what, Joey?" "I miss you the most, Kyle!" In my mind I could see Joey's tears streaming down his face, hear his voice chocking with emotion. It was obvious he was homesick, being the first among our siblings to break away and move. Kevin, Bernie and I lived but a short drive from Mom and Dad's. But Joey ... "Please, Kyle!" Joey sobbed. "Please come up this weekend!" "Sssssshhhhhh! Joey! Don't cry. I'm coming to see you. I'll be there tomorrow. I promise." "There's more, Kyle!" "What do you mean, Joey?" "The place where I work ..." "Yeah?" "Well ... uh ... this time we shut down for good. I'm out of a job, Kyle! Stupid me. I'm not like you, Kyle, to save my money and things like that ..." "Hey! It's okay little brother! I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you! If you need money ..." "No! I just need you, Kyle!" "I need you too, Joey! If you want to move back home, I've got plenty of room for us." "Us as in what, Kyle? Just as brothers? I love you more than that!" "I know, Joey." "You hate me, don't you?" "No! Never! I love you too, Joey." "Then why did you let me move away?" "Because it's what you wanted to do, Joey. I wasn't about to stand in the way of what you wanted." "But ..." "We'll talk about it tomorrow, Joey. Okay?" "Yeah! I just wanted you to know how I really feel about you, Kyle!" "Oh, Joey!" I sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow. Don't worry. Everything will be okay." "I love you, Kyle!" "I love you too, Joey!" As I hung up the phone I grabbed one of my pillows and hugged it tenderly. As the tears welled up in my eyes, I knew in my heart all that I felt towards my brother. I knew that I didn't just love him but that I was in love with him. Did he really feel the same way towards me? ****************************** I welcome your comments. Write to me at Rim4you@webtv.net