This is the second "Sick Day" story. Doesn't matter what order they're read in. This one might be a bit graphic, so... yeah. Highlight the second paragraph. The rest should be "normal." Or something.
Connection
They were 14 at the time – no sexual experience, no one to take their frustrations out on. But they were young men, and sometimes young men need an outlet.
It was how Morgan ended up with his mouth around his twin brother's straining c**k, his own erection pressed up against the side of the bed. They were mostly naked – their uniform pants had been tossed on the bed beside Tobias, and their crisp white button down shirts were wide open, and, in Morgan's case, hanging off one shoulder. He was enjoying this probably much more than he should have, and it showed in how he licked and sucked and nipped his brother's member. Tobias was panting loudly, and it was obvious from the sounds he was making that he was indeed enjoying the sensations his brother was causing – even if everything they had ever been taught went against what they were doing. But that didn't matter to either of them. They were horny, and they had no one but each other.
Soon, Tobias was cumming into his brother's mouth with a soft cry and Morgan, c**k rubbing furiously against the bed, followed soon after, swallowing the bitter almost-liquid in his mouth.
It was at this moment that their mother decided to come into the room.
"Boys, I'm doing laundry. Do you – What are you doing!?" Melissa exclaimed, her eyes not believing what she was seeing. A small line of c**-spittle had dripped down Morgan's chin, and he hastily wiped it off with the backside of his sleeve as Tobias covered his privates with the blanket and tossed Morgan's pants into his lap.
"Mom!" Tobias looked around, hoping to find an escape. This was a taboo, and he should have known they'd get caught. He sent a thought of "Fight or flight?" to his brother, who responded with a wide-eyed look and thought of "Both. Explain – if that fails, run."
Morgan couldn't look at his mother. She stood in that doorway, wondering faintly if she had done something wrong in bringing them up – if letting them see Sebastian and Myrddin was a mistake: she knew how randy they were. For a moment, she was a preacher's daughter again, wanting to say that incest in any form wasn't accepted by the Lord. But she had raised her son's to believe what felt right to them, and playing the Bible card on them wouldn't be fair. So instead she took deep breaths, tried to get her mind around what she had seen, and asked a single, not-so-simple question, "Why?"
It was Morgan who answered, "It wouldn't go away."
It was obvious to Melissa what he meant, and she didn't ask him to explain that, "Why this?"
"Would you have wanted us to go out and have sex with a random person? Because honestly, I was considering it." Tobias replied, trying to keep eye contact with his mother.
She watched them for a long moment, trying to decide what to do. She couldn't punish them – they had done something wrong, perhaps, but it was better than them going out and coupling with God knows who. But she needed to punish them, to show that things like this have consequences. It took her only a moment to decide.
"Tobias, I want you to pack a duffle for about a week." The horrified look on both boy's faces nearly made her lose her nerve, "You're going to stay with you father and Sebastian for a while. At school, you are not to talk to one another or make any contact whatsoever – and that includes mentally. Close that connection off. If you've got to have sexual relief, get acquainted with your hands. I'll let you two know when this is over."
The twins started to argue, but it died on their lips at the look they were receiving. Hesitantly, both boys went about getting their clothes back on and Tobias filled his bag with clothes.
Their mother watched them like a hawk, and twenty minutes later, after ensuring that the twins weren't mind-speaking, she dragged Tobias out of the apartment and down to the subway station.
And so began the worst week of Tobias and Morgan Vaughn's lives.
The first day wasn't that bad – in fact, they thought that perhaps they might even make it through the week without too much trouble. Of course, they had never been separated before, and did not know what to expect.
It was subtle at first, but gradually got worse. Tobias noticed that he was getting dizzy easily, and that his equilibrium was completely ********. Standing and sitting made his want to puke, and his vision had become blurry.
Morgan was experiencing the same sensations, and it all came to a head the fifth night of separation when "getting acquainted with your hands" wasn't working anymore. He had counted four orgasms – and he still had the hard-on from hell. And Tobias wasn't fairing any better, which may have been why neither could get rid of it.
At school the following day, they both sat far from each other as told, kept their connection closed, and felt as though they were dying. They were shaking, completely off-balance – and people were noticing.
Myrddin and Melissa were at odds over it: She thought they could handle it a bit longer, and he had a feeling that they would break soon.
He was right.
The eighth day began, and both boys were feverish, barely conscious – and worst of all, when they tried to check their connection, just to make sure that the other was at least still there, they couldn't find it. It had disintegrated.
Melissa knew it was time to reunite her boys when she heard Morgan mumbling about this in his sleep – she hadn’t wanted something like this to happen.
Myrddin brought Tobias home; he had to be carried in. But as soon as he saw his twin, he was on his feet, shaky, still unbalanced, and the two fell into each others arms. But nothing happened. They couldn't reach each other's minds. It was baffling, and it was painful. They had always been connected, they needed that connection. Despite their closeness, pressed completely against each other, they were still sick. Morgan could feel bile rising with his frustrated tears, and he grabbed at his brother pleadingly.
"Why can't I hear you?!" he wailed, fingers digging into Tobias's back like talons, as Tobias did the same. The pain was welcome, because it was better than the dead silence in their heads. They were in tears, crying and pleading with each other, the universe, with God. But no answer was forthcoming, and their pitiful state had brought their mother to tears and their father to wishing he hadn't accepted the punishment. This was wrong.
And to top it off, their close proximity had awakened the insatiable lust from only a few days earlier. As they held each other, trying to get back in where they belonged, the horribly pleasant friction told them what they needed to do. They were good actors when connected and coherent, and would have had no problem pulling off this caper if that had been the case. But as it was, they weren't in any condition to even try.
Melissa helped them to their room, and didn't have the heart to make them go to separate beds like she had wanted to. She didn't want to go to work, but everyone else had ducked out for the night and she knew that there was nothing she could do to help her sons, her precious boys. She left Myrddin in charge, who was skilled in seeing signs of lust and had noticed them the moment they cropped up in his sons' eyes.
The twins were entangled with each other in their bed, every inch that could touch, did touch. After Melissa left, Myrddin started to close the door behind him, turning long enough to say, "I'm going to turn some music on. I won't be able to hear anything you do in here, so try not to cause any accidents, okay?"
The boys gave an almost incoherent sound, but recognized the opportunity – and took it.
Now, this was no blow-job. Their childhood lessons flew out the window and the brothers, in an attempt to reopen that necessary connection, had full-on, penetrating sex. The idea of incest didn't matter – all that mattered was being able to hear again, to see again, to have each other back. And like a miracle, as they simultaneously climaxed, the channel clicked open and images and thoughts and sounds and tastes flooded back into their minds, their bodies, and once again they were alive.
They never told their mother exactly how they got back to normal, and only themselves and their father knew. Morgan had simply said that sleeping in each other's arms had done the trick, and Melissa believed it.
But she never forced separation on them again, and for that both were very thankful.
This act of "brotherly love" would only be repeated twice in their lives, and still, no one but them would know.
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