NaNoWriMo 2008: Day 19. Jesus Christ does this month ever end? (Strongish Qale warning this time, oh yes, oh very much yes.)
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Qale (aka Qale)
Nov 19 '08, 18:56
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�You bastard!� It was Hadyn�s screaming at the top of his lungs. The angry curse echoed strongly in the trailer. He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the collection of wooden sticks, rope, and ladders we had for previous acrobatic routines.
�Ow!� The yanking did my bandaged wound no favors. I glanced down and noticed they were already seeping with a bit of blood against the soaked, but drying t-shirt.
Once he had pulled me back out of the back of the trailer, he pushed me hard back towards the middle and our main living space. While my eyes probably were coated with pain and resolve at my decided action, his were filled with the rage. No doubt the look was quite the same as my own moments prior.
�You remember our mother? How she used to beat you with her shoe when she caught you doing things?� Hadyn�s voice was strong, and didn�t have the quivering crack in it like perhaps it would have before today. It had strengthened from its use.
�Haddy.� I tried to interrupt him but it was no use. I�d riled him up something fierce and with the shiver of pain running up my side, I was worried he�d hurt me far worse than my little shove had earlier.
�Shut up!� Striking me hard against my chest with the palms of both of his hands, I went falling backwards.
Landing next to the bundle of the clothes on the bed, my small frame bounced a bit. My elbows shoot back to catch my fall; I lay with one leg bent, the other straight, halfway off the mattress. My eyes wide, I look up at my brother towering over me. I�m scared to move.
�She hated us Devyn. Our mother called us demons. We were wild demons that jumped off the roof, wrestled hard in the backyard or the bed. She dumped us off at Vydden�s doorstep when she caught you and me jerking each other off. Do you remember that?� Hadyn�s face was red and his eyes redder, tears started streaming down his cheeks.
But all I could do was sit there and stare up at him in dumbfounded silence. The memory of that day seemed different in my mind, but maybe Hadyn had it right. He couldn�t remember who it was that was always standing up and defending the other back then.
�And then you grab me, wretch my hands�� My twin�s body lurched forward. One knee up against my straightened limb, his other brought down much higher along the bent one. As his lithe frame came down, he spread my legs apart and he didn�t stop coming down upon me until his body was flush up against mine. His green eyes blurred by the tears were inches away from my wide-eyed gaze. Was he really on top of me? �You tell me you don�t love me? We�ve been together this whole time, Dev. We�ve slept together, bathed together, we know each other like no one else, Dev.�
I wince as nearly uncontrollably I feel a stiffing in my groin. His body pushed up against my own, I even perceive that every few syllables he�s deliberately grinding his hips forward.
�So don�t tell me you don�t love me! Or, that if you don�t that it�s wrong how I feel about you, Dev. You understand?�
His hard stare down at me is broken only for mere moments as he glances to see my hands starting to rise up, as I�m about to push him off no matter the stitches in my side.
Quickly he�s grabbing at my wrists and despite everything people may have thought of Hadyn during the routines, he wasn�t the one who did the more dramatic of our stunts because he looked a bit more feminine or had a more graceful physique. He had more power than I. Struggling underneath his even more strengthened pin, I grunt.
Hadyn likely felt he had me then. He absolutely began to grind his hips forward, rubbing his body down against mine. Feeling the jutting hardness despite our clothing, only gave him more incentive that I was being turned on by this. And I couldn�t completely say I wasn�t for certain. He held my stare, one of the things even Vydden had said we�d lost during that terrible finale. But he stopped shouting at me.
In fact, he stopped saying anything at all. Instead the only noises were the rain striking the roof of the trailer at heavier intervals, my occasional grunts, and his increasingly stronger breathing.
With his bottom rising and falling, he wedged between my legs even more. His frame and pushing had brought me more completely on the mattress, and so Hadyn had crept even further as well. His hands on my wrists above my head ached, and the waves of pain radiating from my side hurt, but where his rigid cock rode along my own within our clothing there was actually something that didn�t feel like agony.
I don�t exactly know what happened. I should have been engulfed in returning rage against my twin brother. He�d thrown me down, yelled at me, and now was dry humping me. But Hadyn being so strong, so bold, and maybe even so right, made me begin to acquiesce.
With a bit of struggle, I lean up my head and kiss Hadyn�s lips briefly. I�m surprised when he pulls away. Wasn�t that what he wanted? He�d ruined my chances with Erin for this very thing, right? I squirm underneath him more. His hold relaxing just a bit with the pull back, I wrestle a hand free and wrap it about him. My hand thrust down into the back of his jeans and underwear. I grab at his ass even as I try to capture his lips once more.
His grinding resumed, the rubbing of our bodies together quickened with renewed intensity. Though Hadyn had rejected the first of my kisses, and even the second, with a few fingers sliding down within the crevice of his rear, he finally looks strongly at me. I peer back up at him, my eyes aflame with a hunger I�m not really able to understand.
With his hand that previously held my wrist tightly above my head, he reaches down in between our bodies and starts seeking the button of my jeans. After it�s pulled open, the fingers take the zipper and pull it down. His touch already upon my underwear clad bulge, I moan before I�m kissed silent.
Outside I hear vaguely someone calling our names. It�s a muffled sound thanks in part by the increasing rush of the rain on the roof of our trailer. But it was also hard to pay attention to such when Hadyn had released my other hand and I was bringing it to join the first in the tugging at my brother�s jeans. His underwear came down with them.
My tongue slipped past his, our kisses deepening hotly. He was surprisingly quite adept a kissing and I took immediately to his style of fast, fast, slow. He was also very aware of my side and the pulse of pain that was caused so often by the bandaged wound. Hadyn had slid to his side, and I�d turned as well. Our hands went to each other�s rigid boyishness, encircling each with closed fingers.
All the while, our gaze remained locked. I wasn�t quite sure what was hidden within those eyes, but at the moment all I saw was fiery passion that I was discovering I had hidden inside of me as well.
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