Date: Fri, 17 Jul 2009 10:02:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Tim Stillman Subject: bi/incest "Antonio and Bree: A Spree" Antonio and Bree: A Spree By Timothy Stillman I had been ice skating this cold snowy dusky gray afternoon one day before Christmas break was over, and feeling like the world was ending, not only because I was 14 and school was starting its long limp way to June, but because I had lost my friends, Antonio and Bree. Brother and sister in love. I was in love with them both. I stopped to pull up my mittens and look with half closed eyes as the blue wind came to meet me and burn my face and tousle my long hair. They had been?discovered?and their mother was mortified. I knew they had been having sex for two years at least. Twins. And exciting beyond boundaries of beauty to see them make love, for they had let me watch, which unnerved me and saddened me, and once they let me join in; I got back to my house before I wept. I wanted hot chocolate and would go to the stand and buy a cup after I skated a little longer. My muscles, my heart, my head felt good, here in the wrap-up tight cold and I always wanted it to be Antonio and Bree and me, skating, charcoal figures in the ending of this lovely delicate snow world; having chocolate; then going back to their house empty this time of day and watch them kiss, 13, they were, and that would never happen again. Mental wards for them both, separately. And I had only their school photos to remember them by. For them, love was fun, it was joyous, stripping to skin in one of their rooms and full of giggle sunshine, no matter the gloom of a winter day; no matter winter?s deepest most haunting soliloquy; they were summer and naked they were golden pennies, as they let me sit naked with them on the bed as I masturbated, allowed to touch here and there, and one time..one time? I began skating again. I had been at it a long time. Their parents had moved. The scandal was hushed up. Love is wrong. Sex is wrong. Being 13 and being 14 is wrong and being star dust look alike twins is wrong and it seems so is everything else good and new and happy and sublime. I took off on my silver skates once more. I was alone at the rink, for it was desperately cold. I had fallen in love with Antonio early on and when I discovered him with his sister, I thought of that end scene in the movie of The Cement Garden??..but Julie, you?re his sister..? as they went on making defiant love as the circling red lights on top police cars shown through the window above their bed. I missed them and it had been a month which had been a terrible winter holiday for all of us. I felt myself hard in my heavy jeans and I skated till my cock went down. I would touch Antonio?s flanks just feather like with my hand as he lay on top Bree and they were perfection and ice cream and blue skies and slim and her breasts were beginning to bud, and both had beginning pubic hair, not shaggy and always in need of a trim, like mine, and they deep throated as her brother moved inside her and their breaths were ragged and I watched him digging into her and wished so he had been fucking me instead. Sometimes I pretended I kissed them, sometimes I pretended they had at least a tenth of love for me that I had for them. I was their friend. They were my obsession. And they had let me between them in bed and they had masturbated me and let me do the same to both of them at the same time. How wonderful to rub Bree?s cunt and to rub up and down her brother?s cock all pink it was as her lips and labia and sometimes I can skate for hours and their faces with their slightly too long chins and their buck teeth that looked on them charming can glow in my mind for all the hours I skate and they were dancers in life. You just knew it. Their parents were well-off. Antonio and Bree were champion students in class and in sports. And I longed to suck her breasts and to rub and pinch Antonio?s at the same time. To do everything with each and both sexually that could be done. I try not to think of them now, where they are, what is being done to them to make them ?normal? to make them ?sane.? How many people were slaughtered in wars today? How many babies died of diseases that could have been cured overnight had they had the right doctors and medicine and knowledge turned in their direction? You can have your goddam sanity and your goddam reality too, much good may it do you. But not, god forbid, love between brother and sister, the way their faces lit up and eyes of warm buttery love when they saw each other, when they went down on each other, when they lay there and rubbed their hands on each other?s bodies and let me feel as well, so I stopped skating. Went over and got the hot chocolate, paid for it, and sat on the snowy bench and felt snow invading and covering with kind relaxing drowsiness my body and making me feel safe, making me feel always 14 and if I turned around at just the right time, if I turned at exactly the right increment, another dimension would open up, and Bree and Antonio, and Antonio and Bree, would be standing there, hands in pockets of their warm Land?s End coats, their eyes bright and mischievous and on their lips the gate way words we?ve decided to let you have your way with us. And things would always work out that way, because they had to, because when love like that comes to two people and I am lucky to be their friend who they gave such great and intimate kindness to, it should not be torn apart by morons in their half wit self imposed sagacity and their silly-assed little smirks and authority authority authority?those words started repeating in my brain, then going faster as if in a dervish as I felt my eyes close and lids heavy like iron that I could not raise by any amount of strength and school was tomorrow and my two friends in all the world would be forever absent. I opened my paper thin eyelids, I took off my skates, stood dizzily, held to the back of the bench a moment, then tied the skates and threw them over my shoulder, as I began the long walk home. I felt like I was a million years old.