Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 18:53:27 +0200 From: Dampies Dampis Subject: The clone sagas 3 It was later, and supper had been enjoyed. We had watched the sun over the Camps Bay Atlantic and we had caught up on details of the other's life. We concluded that we had been separated at birth due to my mother's inability or unwillingness to care for two more boys. The choice to keep me had been an arbitrary one, much like circumcising the one and not the other, the toss of a coin that had sent Seth off into the world and had kept me. I tried not to feel bitterness towards her for picking me to give up, and I made it work for me by imagining that she had turned her back and told the nurse to "pick one and take it away". Benjamin confirmed that she had loved him passionately but that she had been a self-centered woman who had always kept him on the knife's edge of rejection by threatening to bail out through alcoholism, infidelity, hypochondria and suicide threats. Nothing was sure in her wild world and she diffused that onto her ecosystem through her tenuous hold on existence. I concluded that I had been the lucky one. Seth had ended up with a pair of robust and adventurous wanderers that had dragged him from one country to the next in an effort to squeeze the juice out of life itself. As a result he confessed to being a mixture of courage and fragility that attracted me to him as inexorably as if he were a bitch in heat and I was the howling dog on the other side of the fence. I longed to embed my knot in him so that we could never be separated again as I emptied my gonads in his receptive body, the pain of our inseparability being balanced by the sweet union of the fruit of out loins. That's when I thought it would be appropriate to share my Frankenstein project with Seth. "I have a surprise for you," I said. "Yeah?" he said absently, fondling Jones' ears (the Great Dane) and sighing contentedly at the blue-black clouds that rushed ahead of the Cape winds that so aptly mirrored our combined stormy natures. "Shit this is the most perfect location," I said, drinking in the fitting weather conditions in this Cape Of Storms, and wondering how I had found my way to be back here with Benjamin, my soul. I turned my head to gaze at him, expecting to see the beloved face of my twin and then, for the second time in only a few hours, feeling my reality contract and expand as I was sucked into a vortex into my past. In the doorway right behind Benjamin stood a younger me, there was no doubt about it, because he had hair, and the flesh above his eyes, although veiling deep-set eyes, had not drooped to all but hide the lids yet. His face was slimmer, pointy even, and I recognized the ski slope nose and the fuller, more youthful lips of a younger me. I stood up from the glass table on the balcony that overlooked the Bay with my heart thumping in my chest. "This is Benion," I said to Seth. "He's our clone. His biological age is 26, although his chronological age is much younger. I gave him my name and added a number. Not very original, I know, but you weren't here to help me." The vision of perfection stood in the glass door and smiled at me with my younger mouth, his green, navy-ringed irises dancing with laughter at my consternation. He looked taller than me from this angle but maybe it was only because I felt dwarfed by the force of his personality. He was me in the perfect year of my life, when I had been at the apex of my physical beauty, and now I could see why I had created consternation in my wake wherever I went. I had been unaware of my attraction, a recent ugly duckling that had belatedly turned into the swan I saw before me now. "Ben, he's sexy, like us," Benion said and I was amused to watch Seth freeze as the clone walked towards him. For some reason known only to the intricacies of nature versus nurture, Benion was four inches taller than the two of us, but besides that, exactly our duplicate. Perhaps it was because my mother had smoked and drank when she carried us. Only I knew that he shared one other feature with only Seth. But I was sure it wouldn't be long before that little cat was out of the bag. "Benion" glided towards me. He was dressed in only tight white briefs that cupped his manhood perfectly, scooping it outwards towards me in a dish of delight. I trembled with desire, even though I had only recently cum twice, but I tried to control myself. "Seth, welcome to our home." He gestured, including me in the `our' and I was grateful. "I was out for a walk on the beach and Benjamin texted me that he had stumbled upon you on the Sea Point Esplanade. What a happy coincidence." Seth was obviously taken aback by Benion's silky, voice. The beguilement lay not in the timbre, which was similar to ours, but in the tune it wove, an androgynous tenor, a melody on a pan flute. Although the young man walked more or less normally, there was a cat-like grace to his gait, something that was obviously the product of the added four inches he had on us, and perhaps the enjoyment of the novelty of the grace and virility of a healthy 26-year-old male body. I tried to pinpoint what it was that mesmerized me so about my clone. Benjamin had mentioned that he was chronologically much younger than his biological age. Perhaps it was the innocence that radiated like a balm out of his plainly adult eyes, and the lack of frown lines where both Ben and I could just about screw our hats on. He was like a Dorian Gray painting in reverse, and all the sin and sorrow of the world had landed on my twin and me and had been deleted off his radiant visage as if by magic. He stood in front of me and extended his hand, not in a handshake, but as if I was to grasp it, like he was the Pope and I was the supilicant. There was no presumption in his manner and I automatically grasped the proffered limb and held it to my cheek. He smiled my youthful smile and I could see that none of the wear that had been produced by the habitual grinding of my teeth had taken its toll on his gleaming grin. Is this how I would have been if I had not experienced the life that I had led? I held on to his hand with my left and put my right to his hair, and I remembered how thick and gleaming mine had been. "I've deleted the male pattern baldness gene that we suffer from. So he will age without losing his hair," I heard Benjamin say from a world I had temporarily left behind when this creature had swallowed my reality in his eyes. "How long have you been alive, Benion?" Seth asked and I knew he wanted to account for the difference in the boy, who clearly was not 26 by any description. "I have been with Benjamin for four years. If you are wondering what I know, Benjamin has filled my mind with beauty and music and love and spirit. I have been allowed to grow without the cares and stresses of the world. Like you and your twin, I am artistic and creative and I have had the luxury of being able to revel in only that which my heart naturally desires: Beauty, grace and love." My mind was reeling. This was the ultimate behavioural experiment. What would a bag of genetic potential become if it weren't encumbered by the world of growing up? When the curses of the fathers weren't visited upon him from hundreds of generations of psychological scarring? Is this man before me a pre-fall "Adam", as God had intended for me to be before evil had entered the world? I caught myself before I started to lose my mind in a cocktail of pseudo religious speculation. "I need a drink," Seth said and walked to the cabinet where a plethora of alcohol waited to be consumed. "Benion has also not been burdened with the baggage of male and female stereotyping. You may notice he is softer, less male than we are, you and I, even though we are not stereotypically male. Isn't he beautiful?" Seth sat down on a couch to enjoy his drink and Benion walked up to him and sat on his lap, putting his muscular, smooth arms around my twin's neck. Seth's hand naturally found its place on Benion's smooth, muscular brown inner thigh. We were pretty hairless. We had well-shaped legs and Benion was the personification of all our best qualities. "I want to kiss you, Seth, you are sexy." He put his face forward and planted a tender kiss on Seth's willing mouth and I could see that Benion's white briefs were beginning to strain under the extension of his male member. Seth was beginning to get caught up in the clean passion of his clone's sexuality and their joining was beginning to gain in fervor. Then Seth put his hand on Benion's chin and pulled him gently away, his eyes searching the unmarred innocence of our clone's visage. "Wait, Benion, wait. I want to get to know you as a person before I get to know you as a sexual being. Do you understand what I mean?" "I love you Seth, so I will accept anything you say and want of me. I love truth and beauty, and your request is that: truth and beauty. But can I sit here on your lap and enjoy the closeness of your body? You make me happy." Benion's language was other-worldly and gracious, as he was learning not from the brash reality of TV and society, but the raw material on grammar and concord, encased in love and politeness. I couldn't refuse my Clone's request. Having his radiant skin against mine was like being infused with a shot of honey and apple cider. His vibrant health and purity seemed to leech from me *weltschmerz* (a feeling of melancholy and world-weariness) and I experienced a real-time unburdening of my heart. Benjamin looked at me knowingly, a peaceful smile on his lips. * * * * * * * Again it was later. Benion had gone to bed, this after a pleasant evening with him and Seth. In spite of his innocence, or maybe because of it, the young man is a great conversationalist, his avid interest no doubt sparked by his thirst for knowledge and experience. He was at a mental age when he was absorbing at a tremendous rate, the natural neuroplasticity of his physically mature brain a tabula rasa to be written upon. I was very careful of what I exposed him to, knowing that he was like a sponge and that he had no foundations on which to lay violence and hurt and survive unscathed. It made me fear for children born into families where these experiences were tossed about like hand grenades and the innocents were caught in the cross fire, blameless casualties of the generations of uncaring implosion of hate and selfishness born out of the projection of guilt and shame. Seth looked at me levelly and shook his head slightly from side to side. "What?" Benjamin asked, a chuckle in his voice. I could see he was waiting for my comment. I tried to find words express the feelings that were germinating in my heart. I hoped that as I spoke I would also become party to the unknowable reservoir of emotion that meeting Benion had unveiled. "Trust my twin to come up with something that would make me question my whole existence. It's like having a child and not having the luxury of blithely being a shit and immature. It's like being confronted with yourself and having the opportunity to parent yourself and knowing that every word you say, every gesture you make, even every thought you think has the potential to be a landmine that will do irreparable damage to a masterpiece. It is the insane extravagance of being the subject and object at the same time. At least being the parent of an `other' you can claim not to know how things will impact the child, but here you have made us God of our own fate. Fuck you!" We laughed, and I got up and walked over to Ben. I sat next to him and kissed him softly on the mouth, tasting him and taking in the awareness of being home. I took his hand in mine and leaned into him, sliding down so my head rested on his lap and I was looking up at him. I felt his thickening cock under my head. "No, I want to talk about this Ben, so I'm not going to bring Little Ben out to play now. Let's talk about the future. You've created something that I'm not sure I want to let you enjoy on your own. What were you thinking?" I knew exactly what Seth was talking about. I tried to explain. "I'm not sure I knew what I was letting myself in for when I started this whole experiment, but as Benion was growing in the lab the significance of it all began to grow in me. I realised that when you react at worst, and respond at best, to another human being, you are interacting with the mistakes of their parents, *their* parents and *their* parents down a long, long line right to the first person that responded or reacted to the first other. It's a trail, a maze of humanity that is a defense against culpability, a web of unknown and unknowable interactions, a witches' broth of genetic serendipity and psychological alchemy that absolves you from ever predicting what would happen if you acted in a certain way. As I watched Benion take shape in the vat that grew him, knowing that he would be my exact genetic duplicate, I wondered what I would have been like if I had the opportunity to...just be and not have the demands of my childhood thrust upon me from day one. I wondered what I would be like if I wasn't imprinted by my needy and immature mother, my selfish and irresponsible father. I realised that I was creating a massive opportunity to prove" and we said it together, in stereo, like true twins "that I/you was/were a bigger fuck up than my parents." We laughed and I leaned down to kiss Seth's mouth again, my heart overflowing with gratitude and awe. "Ben can I stay here with you and Benion? I have found my family. Nothing in the world matters to me now. Like my parents I am a wanderer, and I have been looking for somewhere to plant my tent pegs. Can it be here? I can't bear to be away from you, and now from Benion again." "Of course, my heart," Ben said and stuck his hand down my pants to find my flaccid dick, which immediately responded to the warmth and intimacy. There's a lot more to talk about. My evil plans have only just begun. Let's talk about the details tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the next." He pulled his hand out of my pants and undid my jeans. I lifted my hips off the couch and pulled them down my thighs. I had taken my shoes off earlier in the evening, so I used my feet in turn to manipulate my pants down and off my legs until I was left only with my underpants halfway down my thighs. Ben put his hand under my scrotum and pulled my package up. I put my legs up and he got the message. He helped me so I was ass up. He kneeled on the couch so that my face was at his still clothed crotch and he had his face at my asshole. His tongue in my hairy man cunt was where I wanted him to be right now. I felt myself blossom into his mouth and I knew all was right with the world. I groaned with joy and fulfillment as he stuck his forefinger deep into my folded colon. Precum dripped on my face. I licked my lips and tasted myself. Some primeval part of me exulted as I acknowledged assimilating my genetic material into my essence, my being. My `other' was me. My mind exploded in a kaleidoscope of recognition.