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"The Psychic Seducer"
By Paul S. Stevens
Chapter #10
I was beginning to see that Xavier was dead-on with his insights and predictions. For a bunch of guys who were going crazy for me all of a sudden and professing who loved me more, none of them called, texted, e-mailed me, or even just unexpectedly dropped by. Perhaps I was worrying over nothing. Since I couldn't do anything about it now anyway, my mind drifted back to the Wuzzle video and it made me wonder if there were other animals besides dolphins that practiced this same sex phenomenon.
My curiosity got the best of me and I entered another Google search. I typed in: `gay animals' and hit the enter key. What I got was a fairly long list of species that engaged in male-to-male bonding that included other mammals like giraffes, whales, monkeys, and other assorted small rodents as well as several species of birds and reptiles and virtually all insects. Up to now, I thought it was strictly a human phenomenon that practiced that sort of thing and those humans that did it, mostly did it in secret. Finding out about all the different animal species that engaged in male-to-male bonding in the animal kingdom came as a complete surprise to me. The more I learned, the more of a major turn-on it became for me, and I finally told Xavier about my idea to make our next group fantasy about a `Wuzzle Party'. Since he loved dolphins, he loved the idea and had a few ideas of his own that might make it even better. I was inspired, and we discussed it until Xavier's foster mon called him on his cell phone to let him know that dinner was ready and to come home.
I saw Xavier to the door and hugged him before he left. We exchanged a few secret thoughts to each other psychically and off he went. I watched him walk down the sidewalk until he disappeared from sight. I closed the front door and was already missing him. The entire, `who loved whom' episode was confusing enough but as far as Xavier is concerned, I realized I was just as caught up in it as everyone else was.
The next morning at school, Xavier and I just happened to run into each other in the hall on our way to our first class. Now, whenever we're together at school, we use our psychic powers to communicate exclusively between us. We don't even think about it anymore. It's just easier to converse that way for us. Psychic telepathy was impervious to noise, so we could understand each other clearly without having to yell above a noisy crowd. Plus, whatever we said to each other stayed completely private to the point that it appeared to others that we didn't even know each other. The only thing about it was, we had to be relatively close to each other for it to work. We couldn't communicate with each other across the campus like you might think, but that was an inconvenience that we learned to live with.
One of the things we enjoyed doing at school outside the classroom was to walk down the halls together and psychically give boners to as many boys as we could who came within ten feet of us, just for the fun of it. Xavier and I could hardly contain out laughter as we watched nearly every boy around us casually try to hide their unexpected boners as they scurried past us. Some would shift their books in front of themselves to hide their expanding erections while others put their hands in their pockets to casually re-arrange and deflect their hardening dicks. Some of them walked funny as their balls got in the way. And then, the ones with the biggest cocks did nothing at all to hide their endowment to anyone who happened to notice, proud of what they possessed.
We were having so much fun that we hardly noticed we were already close to our destinations so we parted to go our separate ways to our respected classes. We psychically arranged to meet at lunch and Xavier told me he had something important to discuss with me. I was intrigued and wanted to know what it was right then, but he made it clear it wasn't something he wanted to rush through, so I agreed that we could talk more in depth about it then.
My curiosity was piqued, and I could hardly wait for lunch time. Finally, we met up in the lunch line and Xavier started to telepathically fill me in on what had happened since I'd seen him the day earlier.
First, he told me that after the previous night's dinner, Rudy and Jessie had gotten his cell phone number from Carl and they called him, found out where he lived, and paid him a short visit. He told me that at first, they just wanted to get to know him better since he was the newest member of their fantasy group and wanted to personally welcome him. Then they let him know that they suspected he had psychic powers like me. He told me he thought they were only guessing, but he didn't deny it either. They were going to find out eventually anyway and he didn't want to lie to them. Then they tried to get him to do a small group fantasy with just the three of them.
I don't know why, but I got jealous and hurt that Rudy and Jessie would go over my head and seek out sex with Xavier, sort of like stabbing me in the back. It's true that I wasn't exclusive with anyone and neither were they. They were free so see anyone they chose, but I still felt betrayed all the same.
Xavier psychically continued and said that he told Rudy and Jessie that I was in charge of the group's activities and if I approved the extra curricular activity outside the main group, then, and only then would he even consider it. Then Rudy and Jessie changed their minds, not wanting me to find out what they did and get kicked out of the group or get excluded from participating in the next group fantasy.
I was proud of Xavier. He was smart about the whole thing and knew that I would not like the idea they had proposed, and he handled the situation beautifully. I told him that I appreciated his kindness and consideration of my feelings and he was the perfect friend. Even though it got nipped in the bud, it did raise some concerns about the Oxytocin problem we had encountered. The guys who attested that they loved me, didn't come to visit me, but went to visit Xavier instead. So, the love issue did not disappear as we had hoped. A whole day had not yet passed, so I didn't get too concerned. I was glad to know that Xavier had my back. He easily saw how transparent Rudy and Jessie were being. Happily, he didn't let them manipulate him as they thought they might get away with.
Then, he told me what else had happened. His foster parent's had come across a newspaper article and told him how his former mentor, Dr. Vincas, was a major suspect in a criminal investigation. He was charged with the mishandling of governmental funds. He was also charged with a long list of additional charges in connection with the alleged operation of a women's shelter for pregnant teens. Charges were filed against the Doctor pending trial and he was being held over and detained at the county jail, pending the outcome of the trial. The charges were serious enough that the judge denied any bail for the Doctor, additionally, he had been declared unstable and a possible flight risk.
"Remember when you said you didn't think the Doctor could help us," Xavier said. "Well, maybe he could. I think we should go visit him."
"Are you kidding me?" I asked incredulously. "He's exactly were he should be. He's the last person I'd want to see right now."
"Think about it," Xavier pointed out. "He's got nothing to lose by telling us the truth. Now that he's in jail, he can't do anything to us from behind bars and he's going to be there for a long time to come. I say that we go see him and find out what he knows. He's got a lot locked up in that head of his and he might just be willing to tell us something we might find interesting."
I thought about it in quiet contemplation for several minutes, weighing the pros and cons in my mind. Maybe Xavier is right. If he doesn't tell us what we want to know, we'll be no worse off than we are right now. The bell rang and our lunch period was over all too soon.
"Okay," I agreed as we headed to our next class. "I'll find out what the procedures are and we'll go see him on visiting day."
When I got home, I immediately went online and found the story on Dr. Vincas and read it for myself. Then, I found out what jail he was being detained in and Googled their rules and procedures for visiting an inmate.
I found out what the visiting hours were and what days were available. Then I discovered that we had to be eighteen or older to visit. Since we were both still fourteen, that presented a problem. It had a slim chance of working, but I had an idea and went to work producing two fake student I.D. cards scanned from our real ones and printed them out with only the date of birth changed. On the day that we visit, we'll dress in a mature fashion and present our fake cards I'd made. I just hope it's enough to do the trick.
To coordinate our hours with school and our other duties, we decided to wait and visit the Doctor early on Saturday morning. Fortunately, the jail where the Doctor was being held was not far from home, so we rode our bikes there. We dressed maturely as planned and arrived a few minutes before eight that morning. The visitor's waiting room was already bustling with visitors that had arrived long before us. We found the visitor processing area and I took a deep breath. We filled out the necessary forms, showed our fake I.D. cards and went through an airport style metal detector. The noise and confusion being generated in the room helped us glide thru the registration process, mostly unnoticed.
To my credit, our cards got us through without setting off any alarms. However, the fact that I was in a jailhouse waiting room, and the two of us were minors using falsified documents to see an inmate made my waiting time seem like forever, rattling my nerves to the core. Xavier, on the other hand, was cool and calm and seemed to take it all in stride. Of course, it was my I.D. cards that had me worrying that I was going to end up serving time next to the good Doctor. About forty-five minutes later, our number was called and we were escorted through a maze of locked barriers and finally into the common visiting room.
It was a large room that was divided in two. The visitor's side of the room was separated by a bulletproof glass partition and on the other side of that partition was the prisoner's side. All along the glass partition, individual cubicles were divided into four foot sections, side-by-side to accommodate about ten visitors and guests at a time. The prisoner's side had one chair and the visitor's side had two, which was the limit of guests allowed per visit. There was an old fashioned telephone receiver provided to be able to communicate through the barrier. It was a bit scary and intimidating at first. I was nervous enough to be seeing the Doctor again, and having to deal all of those intense emotions was making me sick to my stomach. Xavier was holding up much better than I was. Perhaps it was because toward the end, Xavier was one of the Doctor's protégé's and they had a mutual respect for one another.
A couple of minutes later, the Doctor was escorted in and sat across from us, giving us both a surprised look. He lifted the telephone receiver and brought it to his ear. I lifted the receiver on our side and tilted the handset between Xavier and myself so we could both hear the conversation.
"Oh, my goodness gracious, it's you two," the Doctor exclaimed. "I couldn't imagine who might be paying me a visit today. You boys look good. How are you? You've always been my favorites. I'm so very happy to see you. Having you two come to visit me, makes my heart sing! What can I do for you boys?"
The Doctor's joyfulness didn't sit well with me. There was no doubt that it came from years of mistrust. Even so, I psychically sensed a warm and tender feeling coming from Xavier so I let him begin to explain to the Doctor what our visit was all about.
"This is going to be hard to explain," Xavier began. "Simon runs a fantasy group. Simon, myself, and seven of his friends all get together, and we have structured sex orgies together."
"No Shit," The Doctor squealed in delight. "Tell me more about that."
When an adult male gets sexually excited in my presence, their minds open up to me and I can read their erotic thoughts. The Doctor had become abnormally aroused and no doubt popped a raging boner behind that impenetrable partition.
"Well, before Simon met me, he put together this group and they did two orgies together," Xavier informed him. "The first one was a birthday party orgy, and the second one was their animal spirit guide orgy where everyone got to be their favorite animal.
"Simon did this before he met you, you say?" the Doctor questioned Xavier, then turned to me. "Simon, is that true? You were running a sex club before I made my last visit to your home?"
"It sounds weird when you say it out loud. Nobody has ever stated it that way before," I answered. "But... yeah, I guess so!"
"Did you use any psychic powers on these friends during the orgy?" the Doctor asked.
"Y... yes sir." I hesitated again.
I could see the Doctor's eyes dilate as his arousal level escalated to the stratosphere.
"I knew it, you little trickster!" the Doctor said with titillating excitement. "Theoretically, there's no way that Xavier could have received all the psychic powers and you Simon, not have received any at all!"
"Why do you say that?" I wondered.
"Because, you two are brothers... twins actually," the Doctor revealed.
"What?" Xavier exclaimed.
"No way," I said in total denial.
"It's true, it was kept from you all these years, I swear!" the Doctor confirmed.
I looked into Xavier's face and he looked into mine and we both tried to assimilate what the Doctor had just told us. I psychically read the Doctor's thoughts and detected no deception on his part.
"How can that be?" I questioned. "If we're twins, why don't we look alike?"
"Twins that look alike are identical twins," the Doctor explained. "You two are fraternal twins. Fraternal twins can look very different but still share the same hereditary traits."
"Why are our last names different then?" Xavier said, finally emerging out of his state of shock.
"For the sake of the experiment that you were both apart of, you were separated at birth. Xavier was placed in a company family home and Simon stayed with his natural mother."
"You didn't answer Xavier's question," I pointed out.
"Oh yes, of course," the Doctor continued. "We gave Simon his mother's last name, `Bentley', and we gave Xavier his father's last name, `Delpino'. Your adopted names are `Simon Bentley Mason', and `Xavier Delpino Pirelli'. I'm so proud of both of you! You've both grown up to be fine young men. And pretty hot too," he said, immediately blushing after saying so.
"You've got five minutes!" the guard informed us and then walked on to the next cubicle.
"We better get to the reason we're here," I pointed out to Xavier.
"Well, as I was saying," Xavier resumed. "On the group's third orgy, which was a deep space adventure, I was the ninth and newest member of the group. Simon and I psychically joined together during the orgy and our two psychic wavelengths created what we called, a psychic feedback loop. The next morning, the group was acting like they were in love with Simon, and when he didn't give them any satisfaction, they turned to me."
"Wow!" the Doctor sighed. "That's more than I could've ever hoped could happen for the two of you. How fantastic is that?"
"So, do you think we did any long term damage to our friends with our psychic feedback loop?" I questioned.
"No! Absolutely not," the Doctor revealed. "There are two types of psychic
phenomenon. Type `A' and type `B' if you
will. Type `A' is lethal, where type `B'
is benign. Everybody in the test group,
including the two of you, got the `B' type infused in their
Just then, the guard came to escort the Doctor back to the prison yard, leaving us no time to even say goodbye. We hung up the phone handset and headed back out the maze of locked doors and outside to our bikes. We got on our bikes and headed home in complete silence. Xavier was in shock every bit as much as I was. Visiting the Doctor turned out to be much more revealing than either of us were expecting.
I was both joyous and furious at the same time. I was joyous that Xavier was my brother, my twin, my best friend and my flesh and blood. That explained why we had so many things in common. Even though our facial features are worlds apart, we're both handsome guys. We had similar body structures and were both generously endowed. Our skin types and hair coloring were also alike and now that we knew we're brothers, it all made sense. We also had many interests in common. We both liked flower gardens, animals, (especially dolphins) and spirit guide mysticism as well as outer space astronomy. We also liked boys. Boys of all kinds since we were both preoccupied with sex with boys. If that wasn't enough, we both shared this amazing psychic power that worked primarily with other boys our own age. Now that we're together, we found that we compliment each other in a way that gives both of us the feeling that we complete each other.
Even though all those things are true, I was absolutely furious as well. I was angry that we had missed out on fourteen years of memories and experiences and were denied the opportunity of growing up together. And even though we shared a similar past, (being born and raised in the Company facility), the Doctor must have gone to great lengths to keep us from meeting even casually in fear of us learning the truth on our own.
Another thing was the fact that Xavier and I have been intimate with each other a number of times. A lot of people get grossed out by the thought of having sex with a sibling. I wasn't sure how I felt about that yet. Up to now, sex with Xavier has been stellar, but of course we didn't know we were brothers at that time. Now that we both knew the situation, how that would affect our relationship was yet to be seen. I guess I'm okay with it, so I think it will be determined by the way Xavier feels about it. We drastically needed to talk about it, but at the moment, I was in too much turmoil to talk about it right now.
Xavier and I reached the point in our journey home where we needed to go our separate ways.
"See you later," I called out to Xavier.
"See you later?" Xavier questioned. "You've got to be kidding? The Doctor just dropped the brother bombshell on us and you're not going to talk about? I don't know about you, but I'm on flipping fire here!"
"I'm all messed up right now, Xavier," I said to the point of tears. "I can't even think straight!"
"Bull!" he said. "If you're truly my twin, we're probably thinking the same thing I am. Let me guess. You're feeling exited, but weird. You're feeling happy, but angry. You're feeling confused and embarrassed... You could stop me at any time here."
"Yeah, okay. You're right," I said. "What do we do?"
"Come to my house," he suggested. "We'll talk this through."
We peddled over to Xavier's house. His parent's both work on Saturday and we had several hours of total privacy to talk about the impact that being brothers meant to us.
We went upstairs to Xavier's bedroom and I got comfortable on his bed. Xavier remained standing and proceeded to strip down to his Calvin Klein's before joining me on the bed.
"Those fancy clothes you had us wear to the jail were uncomfortable," he explained. "Feel free to get out of those things and relax with me."
For some reason, I felt awkward. That didn't make sense since we've been naked together on several occasions. So as to not make Xavier feel awkward in his own home, I acted like it didn't affect me and I stripped down to my Calvin's and re-joined him on the bed.
"Well, what do you think?" Xavier said with excitement in his voice.
"What do I think about what?" I asked, momentarily thinking he was talking about being stripped down to our briefs together.
"About being brothers of course," he said, rocking back and forth with anticipation. "Well I'll start first. I love it. I love being brothers. I love saying it. I have a brother. I love my brother. My best friend is my brother. My brother is my best friend! I thank God for my brother! My brother is Simon! Simon is my brother!"
Xavier's outburst of love and emotion was overwhelming and I started to cry. Xavier didn't understand my reaction and rushed to comfort me, throwing his arms around me.
"It's okay Simon," he soothingly said. "I've always been here for you as a friend. Now I can be here for you as a friend and a brother!"
"I love you too Xavier," I proclaimed. "I have the moment I laid eyes on you. My love was so strong that I had to look away from you to keep from popping the biggest boner of my life. Of course, you and the Doctor made sure I popped that boner anyway. When the Doctor asked for your help, you came over and started touching my cock, I did everything I could to prevent it from overwhelming me, but your touch was simply magical and I lost the battle."
"At the time, you kept looking away from my cock as I touched you," Xavier confessed. "So, you didn't notice how handling your cock made my cock react. As I made your soft boy toy come to life in my hands, my cock grew rock hard, inflating beyond my normal limits. It grew to be as big as mine..."
"Bigger!" I interrupted.
"Okay, maybe a little bigger!" Xavier relented.
"A little bigger?" I complained.
"Don't push it my brother," Xavier sternly said, and then continued. "Anyway, my cock got so hard from feeling you grow and harden in my hands that it made me more sexually excited than anyone else ever had. None of the Doctor's other boys had cocks that were as big as ours and it aroused me to the core."
"I didn't know we felt the same way about that encounter," I stated. "Then, it got even better after that!"
"The great thing is, we're both brothers psychically too," Xavier stated with pride. "That's the best possible kind of brother, don't you think?"
"Well, it's perfectly clear that we're both unbelievably thrilled to be brothers," Xavier began. "So, how do we tell the world that we're brothers?"
"We don't!" I sternly said.
Xavier's face contorted as if I had burst his bubble.
"Why not?" Xavier asked. "Are you ashamed of us being brothers?"
"Are you kidding me?" I said. "I couldn't be more proud to be brothers."
"What then?" he asked incredulously.
"Our identities are well established right now," I explained. "We have families now. Everything is going our way. It's true that we'll get to spend more time together, but if we declare that we're brothers, social services will have to get involved. They'll want to change our names and try to put us together with one family. Do you know how hard it is to place one teenage boy with one family, let alone two boys with one family? We are both incredibly lucky to have two amazing families that adopted us and live so close to each other. Most families who are looking to adopt, are looking for an infant, a newborn baby if possible. Most teenagers never get placed. Then we'll become part of the system. If we end up there, we'll probably become part of the Doctor's scandal and get sucked into the investigation. We'll have to stand trial and testify against the Doctor, which can drag on for years. Our psychic secret would become public knowledge, and that's one of the things I worried most about until the Company got disbanded. If our secret gets out, our lives would not be our own anymore. If we get placed with a family far from here, we'll lose almost everything. We'll have to change schools. Neither one of us has been going to our school for very long, but still, I'm not willing to change. We'll lose all our friends. Then, there will be no more group fantasies to share... Shall I continue?"
"No, I get it," Xavier said with a defeated tone as he slumped down in disappointment.
"We'll have to agree right now that we'll never tell anyone," I said. "Not our friends, not our parents, not our teachers, no one. Do you agree?"
"Yes!" he stated. "I agree.
"The two of us will always know between us, and that's good enough for me," I said, then hugged my new found brother, solidifying our bond.
"Brothers forever then?" he whispered.
"Brothers forever!" I stated. "Now, there's just one more thing."
"Oh, what's that?" he asked.
I stopped talking and broached the subject telepathically.
"How do you feel about sex?" I psychically asked.
"I love it" he psychically answered.
I laughed out loud and Xavier looked crookedly at me.
"No, I mean, how do you feel about having sex with your brother?" I psychically asked with hesitation.
"My first time having sex with you, my brother, was in your bedroom, and it was the best sex I'd ever had, and it was in front of the Doctor no less," he psychically confessed.
"Yes, I agree," I psychically concurred. "And every time after that has been great as well. So, are you okay with continuing to have sex with me, as your brother?"
"Am I okay with it?" he psychically asked. "We have psychic powers like no one else on earth that we know of, and we can combine those powers together that allow us to give each other the most earth shattering orgasms on the planet. Why would I want to give that up? And who better to share those earth shattering orgasms with than my best friend, brother, and psychic partner?
"Then, that covers everything and I'd say were good to go," I psychically said, ending our silent conversation.
"So, what do you want to do now?" I asked out loud.
Xavier, still being in psychic mode, said nothing, but reached over to me and massaged my soft cock trough the fabric of my Calvin's as he moved in for a kiss.
"I could already tell that this session was going to be one to remember," Xavier finally stated as fact as he closed the gap between us and sealed his lips around mine.
I reached over and fondled his boy toy through his briefs like he was doing to me and before we knew it, our cocks were rock hard and straining to escape our already tight briefs. I put my fingers under the elastic waistband of that one piece of clothing that stood between me and Xavier's tool and freed it from behind its flimsy barrier as we continued to kiss. Now that it had been liberated from its hiding place, it was mine to do with what I pleased.
I felt my telepathic powers begin stir to life and I broke our lip lock as I psychically projected that I was sucking Xavier's cock like the many porn stars I had watched do it online. At the same time, I took his real boner into my mouth, matching my real movements to the imaginary action that vividly replaying in the video player of my mind. It was so real that it felt like Xavier and I were actually the two boys in the porn scene, giving his cock the sucking of his life as the camera captured the erotically charged seduction on film for all posterity.
Xavier leaned back on his elbows and comfortably watched me work his monster cock over. I pulled down his Calvin's and slipped them off his legs, dropping them to the floor. I was virtually giving Xavier a double edged blowjob. The first was in the real world with his dick in my mouth, licking every inch of his cock from the head, all the way down to his curly pubes. The second was the one in his mind, virtually recreating the hottest blowjob I'd ever witnessed a porn star deliver on one of my favorite online videos. The powerful sensations Xavier derived from the two in combination put him on the fast-track to orgasm.
As Xavier's passion grew, his psychic abilities kicked in and he began to instinctively transmit his brainwaves into the room, initiating yet another feedback loop with me. While we were at the initial stages of our feedback loop, we were still in control of our actions as Xavier stood up from the bed and pushed me onto my back in the center of the bed. He quickly removed my identical Calvin's with one fluid motion and tossed them out of sight. Then he crawled over the top of me and assumed a sixty-nine position. He drew my cock into his mouth and I resumed sucking him.
Suddenly, our encounter doubled in intensity. Things were different this time. I was feeling an amazing connection with Xavier, one that I'd never felt before. It was a brotherly connection that was coming through. I could sense the presence of his soul inside me as he sucked me and I sucked him.
Then, I flashed back to the days when I could remember being in our mother's womb. Back then, I was in constant psychic communication with our mother and so was Xavier, but he and I weren't developed enough to communicate directly with each other. These new sensations I was feeling as we sucked each other reminded me of sharing our mother's womb together. I don't know why I never remembered that before. My foster parents always told me to forget about those memories, mostly because they didn't believe they were real. The older I got, the more I believed them and started forgetting about those seemingly impossible memories that only I seemed to know existed. It took this special sensation I shared with my twin to trigger those pre-natal memories, and now I know, without a doubt that the Doctor was telling us the truth. Xavier and I were in fact brothers and we just psychically crawled into each other's psyche like no one else on earth could do.
Xavier and I got caught up in our psychic feedback loop and got paralyzed where we were. We couldn't move to change positions, so we just stayed in the sixty-nine position we were in and continued to suck on. It was the only movement we were capable of doing with little to no effort. There was an odd comfortableness and familiarity to what we were doing and I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Then, another memory came to me. This sixty-nine position that Xavier and I were in was the same position we were in as we slumbered inside our mother's womb. I heard that infants often suck their thumbs in the womb. Well, Xavier and I were in such close proximity to each other that we blindly sucked each other's penis as a most desirable substitute to thumb sucking. We may have even given each other miniature dry orgasms that we came to depend on as a natural part of our fetal development. This must be why Xavier and I were so relaxed with each other when we had sex for the first time, just ten minutes after we first met, reuniting for the first time since we were separated at birth.
Our thoughts were flying fast and furious as our feedback loop neared its end. At almost the same second, Xavier and I climaxed. Xavier blasted my throat with his hot cum, drenching my tonsils on its way down my gullet as he pumped his load in me, pushing my head into his soft cushy bed. At the same second, my own load exploded upward, painting his oral cavern with my virile boy cream as I tried to launch it straight past his throat. We both tasted each other's hot treat and swallowed it down with gusto as if our gifts tasted like delectable candy.
The feedback loop terminated as we both climaxed, releasing its paralyzing grip on us. Xavier collapsed on top of me, and then rolled off as we tried to recover from our first acknowledging encounter as brothers.
"No wonder we're such nasty little horny boys," Xavier gushed as he tried to catch his breath. "I didn't know we were locked in a fetal sixty-nine position for nine months."
"Yeah," I said. "I didn't know we sucked cock before we could even see."
"Hey," Xavier laughed. "We should be in the `Guinness Book of World Records' for the world's longest blowjob, lasting nine months!"
That thought was oddly funny, but at the same time, it sent an erotically charged bolt of sizzling hot electricity down my spine.
"That's another thing we'll have to keep to ourselves," I insisted with a chuckle. "A fetal sixty-nine blowjob that lasted nine month is one thing, but having memories that reach back to the womb was just too fantastic. Maintaining the secret that we were twins is imperative. But having to keep our psychic powers a secret on top of all that other stuff was going to take a lot of effort. Besides, I don't know where some of those memories just came from."
"Some of those memories were yours, and some of them were mine," Xavier stated. "Being in psychic communication with each other makes it hard to know whose memories were whose. I guess it doesn't matter though because they belong to both of us now."
"So, you have memories from the womb too?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "I thought I was just crazy to believe I could have memories that far back."
"When I tried to tell my foster parents about mine, they told me it was impossible and to just forget about them." I told him.
"We're living proof that it is possible," he stated.
"And it has supplied us with valuable answers to a lot of important questions we needed to know," I added.
"Here is another thing we need to know," he said as he changed the subject. "My foster parents are going to be coming home in a few minutes, so we'd better get dressed. I don't want to be caught naked. That would only complicate things. Dad would be okay with it, but I don't think Mom would understand."
When we started to dress, I couldn't find my underwear. I looked around the room, and they were nowhere to be found. Xavier's pair was exactly where I had dropped them earlier. While I was searching, Xavier dressed into something more casual. Then he helped me look for my deceptively missing underwear. I was still naked, trying to find my silly underwear. Then, we heard the front door open and Mrs. Pirelli call up from below.
"Hey Xavier, I'm home," she chirped.
I flew into a panic. I was still naked and scrabbling to get dressed before I got discovered. We heard Xavier's mom begin to ascend the stairs so I threw on my shirt with the tie still loosely attached to the collar. I tightened the tie and buttoned the shirt as fast as I could. At this point, I was still naked from the waist down and my panic turned to hysteria. Xavier sprang to his dresser and found a clean pair of his Calvin's that were identical to the color and style of the ones I had been wearing. Then he tossed them to me directly from his underwear drawer intending for me to slip them on without question. I raced to pull them on. From the waist up, I was perfectly presentable, so I grabbed my pants and shoes and sat on the floor behind Xavier's bed, hiding the lower half of my body in case Mrs. Pirelli should look in on us. While I was on the floor, I slipped on my pants, throwing both legs into the leg slots at once.
"Oh, hello Simon," Mrs. Pirelli said as she looked in, making me jump out of my skin. "I forgot you were here."
"Forgot?" I questioned as I look at her from behind Xavier's bed.
"Yeah, I saw your bike out front," she explained. "Why are you on the floor?"
"I was doing some... sit-ups," I said.
I laid flat on the floor, quickly lifted my butt off the floor and pulled my pants the rest of the way on. Then I immediately sat back up.
"Like that," I said.
I did it one more time for good measure. While I was flat again, I tucked in my dress shirt, buttoned the waist and silently zipped the fly before sitting up again. Except for my shoes, I was fully dressed now and was able to stand up.
"Okay Xavier," I said. "It's your turn now!"
"Simon, why are you doing sit-ups in your dress clothes?" she asked.
"It was a dare," I said off the top of my head.
"Boys! I swear," she said, shaking her head. "You better not do anymore sit-ups before you ruin your good clothes."
"Yes, Mrs. Pirelli," I said. "Sorry!"
"No problem," she said. Then she turned to her son. "Xavier, behave yourself!"
"Me?" he yelped. "What did I do?"
"Don't go daring your guests to do stupid things." she growled.
Xavier started to get angry, but realized the situation wasn't worth getting angry over and quickly relented.
"Yes Mom," he groaned as he bit his tongue, keeping from saying something he'd regret.
Mrs. Pirelli walked on and left us alone after that.
It hadn't been a full day yet and Xavier and I were already acting like typical brothers. We were already borrowing the other's clothes and blamed the other for something they didn't do. It was wrong, but it felt good. Like Xavier said to me, I love being brothers. I sat on Xavier's bed and put my shoes on, finally being fully dressed as we laughed at the near catastrophe we managed to avoid. All in all, it was an unusual day, going to the jailhouse, visiting my old nemesis, learning about our sibling connection and opening the door to a new and exciting future with Xavier, my best friend, my best sex partner, my flesh and blood, twin sibling and newfound brother that I loved beyond what words could describe.
End of Chapter #10
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