opposite each other, trying
our damnedest not to show how cowed we were.
It was
Lily who saved the day. "Why don't you order for all of us, Clay? You know
this place better than we do." She turned to Clark. "Okay, tell me
all your secrets. I know all of Mark's already, and he knows all of mine. Shall
we go clubbing tonight? Or we could go tomorrow night."
"Oh,
I don't care," my brother lied.
"Well,
there is a cover charge on Saturdays, but I don't have any grass tonight. And I
can get some tomorrow. I like grass better than coke or X. Don't you? I hear
you can't get it up with X. Is that true? Of course, that's not a problem for
me. Well, except indirectly, you know?"
Clay
interrupted her. "Clark, did your brother tell you my daughter is totally
certifiable?"
"So
are we. That's why we love her," he replied smoothly. Now she had two
brothers.
Dinner
was like a movie. We didn't eat one thing that my brother and I could
pronounce— Bisque de Homard , Petit Pain, Carré d'Agneau , Asperges au sauce
Hollandaise, and Crème Brûlé . Plus, a bottle of wine. Very adult. It was during our second
glass that I felt Clark's toe in my crotch, and I slipped out of one shoe to
return the favor. By the time Clay handed the waiter his credit card, Lily had
called her aerobics instructor, and Clark and I'd begged off, ostensibly in
order to take Clay home. Both exhilarated
and exhausted, he asked for his third cigarette of the day.
When I
offered Clay one of mine, Clark seemed caught by surprise. When I offered him
one, he spazzed slightly but took it and turned to
our uncle with a skeptical smile.
"Are
you sure Mom and you are related?"
Clay's
magical laugh filled the night air.
We didn't rip off our clothes the moment the bedroom door was
closed, as I'd thought we might. Instead we just stared at each other for a
long, loaded moment before melting into the longest kiss we'd ever shared.
"You don't know how much I missed you," I
whispered.
"Oh, yes, I do."
We began to undress and touch each other all over. Certainly,
sexual electricity was in the air, but there were other things, too.
"Well, you know, don't you, that the Mazda Miata was
named Car of the Year in 1989," Clark was saying when he suddenly tensed.
"Stop! I'm close."
"Me, too. Should I get the Vaseline?"
"Clay might notice you've opened it."
I grinned. "I think that's why he put it there."
"Do you suppose he's figured out that we..."
"...play games with each other? C'mon, Clark, he had a
twin brother, too."
"Do you think he and Jay jerked
off together?"
"What do you think?"
My brother grinned. "I hope
so." He kissed me lightly. "I'm calmed down now. You can start
touching me again... if you don't mind... please."
Now it was my turn to kiss him
lightly. "I don't mind."
As I obliged him, he closed his
eyes contentedly. "Do you suppose they did other things?"
"Like what?" I felt the
touch of his hand finding me.
"You know... things...
blowjobs..."
"Oh, yeah, blowjobs." I
shrugged. "Who knows?"
"I was just
wondering..."
"Probably not. I think he
likes women with big tits."
"Okay. But that's not the
only thing in his DVD collection. What about Rest Stop Blowjobs?"
"Weird, huh? I just don't
know what to think."
"Tell me about the
movie."
"Well, the star looked so
much like you, I started to think about...you know, doing things like that to
you."
"And?"
"It scared me. If we did
that, would it mean we're queer?"
"Maybe." He paused.
"Maybe just queer for each other."
"Do you think we could be?
'Just queer for each other'? Not really... gay." I almost choked on the
word.
"Well, I've never wanted to
kiss anyone but you."
"Me either."
"Never wanted to go down on
anyone but you." "Me either. But it still scares me."
"That's okay. We don't have
to." He squeezed my dick. "Besides, it's probably messier than
jerking off, anyway."
"True. But I keep thinking
about the movie."
"Well, let's watch it,
then."
I nodded. "Just what I was
thinking."
I
our damnedest not to show how cowed we were.
It was
Lily who saved the day. "Why don't you order for all of us, Clay? You know
this place better than we do." She turned to Clark. "Okay, tell me
all your secrets. I know all of Mark's already, and he knows all of mine. Shall
we go clubbing tonight? Or we could go tomorrow night."
"Oh,
I don't care," my brother lied.
"Well,
there is a cover charge on Saturdays, but I don't have any grass tonight. And I
can get some tomorrow. I like grass better than coke or X. Don't you? I hear
you can't get it up with X. Is that true? Of course, that's not a problem for
me. Well, except indirectly, you know?"
Clay
interrupted her. "Clark, did your brother tell you my daughter is totally
certifiable?"
"So
are we. That's why we love her," he replied smoothly. Now she had two
brothers.
Dinner
was like a movie. We didn't eat one thing that my brother and I could
pronounce— Bisque de Homard , Petit Pain, Carré d'Agneau , Asperges au sauce
Hollandaise, and Crème Brûlé . Plus, a bottle of wine. Very adult. It was during our second
glass that I felt Clark's toe in my crotch, and I slipped out of one shoe to
return the favor. By the time Clay handed the waiter his credit card, Lily had
called her aerobics instructor, and Clark and I'd begged off, ostensibly in
order to take Clay home. Both exhilarated
and exhausted, he asked for his third cigarette of the day.
When I
offered Clay one of mine, Clark seemed caught by surprise. When I offered him
one, he spazzed slightly but took it and turned to
our uncle with a skeptical smile.
"Are
you sure Mom and you are related?"
Clay's
magical laugh filled the night air.
We didn't rip off our clothes the moment the bedroom door was
closed, as I'd thought we might. Instead we just stared at each other for a
long, loaded moment before melting into the longest kiss we'd ever shared.
"You don't know how much I missed you," I
whispered.
"Oh, yes, I do."
We began to undress and touch each other all over. Certainly,
sexual electricity was in the air, but there were other things, too.
"Well, you know, don't you, that the Mazda Miata was
named Car of the Year in 1989," Clark was saying when he suddenly tensed.
"Stop! I'm close."
"Me, too. Should I get the Vaseline?"
"Clay might notice you've opened it."
I grinned. "I think that's why he put it there."
"Do you suppose he's figured out that we..."
"...play games with each other? C'mon, Clark, he had a
twin brother, too."
"Do you think he and Jay jerked
off together?"
"What do you think?"
My brother grinned. "I hope
so." He kissed me lightly. "I'm calmed down now. You can start
touching me again... if you don't mind... please."
Now it was my turn to kiss him
lightly. "I don't mind."
As I obliged him, he closed his
eyes contentedly. "Do you suppose they did other things?"
"Like what?" I felt the
touch of his hand finding me.
"You know... things...
blowjobs..."
"Oh, yeah, blowjobs." I
shrugged. "Who knows?"
"I was just
wondering..."
"Probably not. I think he
likes women with big tits."
"Okay. But that's not the
only thing in his DVD collection. What about Rest Stop Blowjobs?"
"Weird, huh? I just don't
know what to think."
"Tell me about the
movie."
"Well, the star looked so
much like you, I started to think about...you know, doing things like that to
you."
"And?"
"It scared me. If we did
that, would it mean we're queer?"
"Maybe." He paused.
"Maybe just queer for each other."
"Do you think we could be?
'Just queer for each other'? Not really... gay." I almost choked on the
word.
"Well, I've never wanted to
kiss anyone but you."
"Me either."
"Never wanted to go down on
anyone but you." "Me either. But it still scares me."
"That's okay. We don't have
to." He squeezed my dick. "Besides, it's probably messier than
jerking off, anyway."
"True. But I keep thinking
about the movie."
"Well, let's watch it,
then."
I nodded. "Just what I was
thinking."
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