Date: Wed, 08 Sep 1999 02:06:43 GMT From: Mark Hernandez <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: MARK AND JARED I grew up on the plains of eastern New Mexico. My twin sister Marissa and I were the youngest of eight Hernandez children. We lived on a 3000-acre ranch owned by my father, Paulo. My mother Colleen was French. She had come to Santa Fe as a teenager to paint (she is an incredible artist). She met my dad, and the rest is history. My parents are devout Catholics (thus the eight children). And they made some beautiful children. Dad is half Mexican and half Apache. When you mix that with Mom's strikingly beautiful French features, you get yourself some awesome offspring. We were all dark (of course) with black hair and dark brown eyes. We had smooth, dark skin that was admired and envied by most of our friends. My name, by the way, is Mark. I am about six feet tall, and weigh around 185 pounds. I stay in shape by working hard on my dad's ranch. I also work out with free weights, and spend a lot of time at the pool (my parents had it built for the grandchildren). Marissa and I both left home right after we graduated from high school. She moved off to California to attend Stanford, where she had received an art scholarship. I headed for Albuquerque to the University of New Mexico. Being separated from a twin is a very traumatic event. I missed her terribly. We had always done everything together, and now our only contact was e-mail and telephone calls. I was absolutely thrilled when my parents told me that Marissa would be coming home in June for my great-grandmother's ninetieth birthday. I counted down the days. I was spending the summer back on the ranch, having finished my freshman year with flying colors. Marissa had planned on staying in California to work and save money. Getting to see her in June would be a dream come true. There was, however, one minor problem. Marissa had a new boyfriend, and she planned on bringing him with her. The thought of having to share her with some stranger literally made me sick. I knew I wouldn't like him. I really didn't even want to meet him. To make matters worse, Mom informed me that Jared (the boyfriend) would be rooming with me in the bunkhouse for at least the first night of their stay. "The house will be full of relatives," she explained, "and I need you and Jared to watch the children in the bunkhouse." The bunkhouse had been renovated into a dorm for the grandchildren to stay in when everyone was home at the same time. It had several bunk beds, and an upstairs room for the lucky adult who got selected to keep them out of trouble. I was the lucky guy this time, and I would be stuck with Jared all night long. June 12th finally arrived. My great-grandmother Hernandez was the center of attention. She looked like royalty, all dressed up in traditional Spanish attire. My brothers and sisters came from everywhere. Most still lived in New Mexico, but I had one brother in Phoenix and one in El Paso. Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, friends, and neighbors all converged on our house for the party. Cars were constantly arriving down the long gravel road that connected our ranch to the local, two-lane highway. At last, I spotted Marissa's car. I had intense butterflies in my stomach. When the car finally stopped, she stepped out of the passenger side, and flashed that gorgeous smile in my direction. We locked in one of those "I don't want to let go" hugs. It was great to have her home. Then, he stepped out of the car. He immediately captured my total attention. I have never seen another human being as beautiful as Jared. He definitely had a California look. He had sun-bleached blonde hair, deep sparkling blue eyes, and the most perfect smile you can imagine. Everything about him seemed perfect. His skin was clear and smooth, and tanned to a golden brown. Even his teeth were perfect, so white that they glistened. His body was muscular, but not big. He was wearing a white tee shirt that showed off his biceps (and that beautiful tan), and baggy shorts revealing muscular calves. I figured him to be a runner. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I was jolted back to reality when he reached out to shake my hand. "Mark, I'm Jared. I've heard a lot about you," he said, with that killer smile. "It's great to finally get to meet you. Marissa talks about you all the time." I was a little embarrassed by all this attention. I shook his hand and smiled. "It's nice to meet you, too," I finally said. Then, Mom arrived on the scene and whisked them both away to see the rest of the family (especially the guest of honor). I soon discovered that Marissa and Jared were planning on staying two weeks. I would have plenty of time to spend with them. I finally gave up on getting much time with either of them for the time being. There were just too many people competing for attention. The party lasted until around midnight. Finally, everyone headed for bed. I rounded up my six nephews who would be staying in the bunkhouse. Their mothers had taken care of their baths, and I was responsible for getting them quiet and in bed. I finally succeeded. After they were all asleep, I went on upstairs, leaving a light on for Jared. I was still up when he came in the door. I was a little nervous because we would be sleeping in the same bed. He didn't seem to mind at all, though, so I stopped worrying about it. I asked him if he needed anything, and then continued to get undressed. I stripped down to my underwear, and then pulled on a pair of running shorts. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He undressed facing me, but didn't seem to look at me at all. He pulled off the tee shirt, revealing a chest that could have been carved out of marble. His pecs and his abs were in perfect shape. He undid the shorts, and they slipped to the floor. He stood there for a minute in his dazzling white Fruit of the Looms. His dark tan looked even more beautiful in contrast to the white underwear. His tan seemed to be an "all over" tan, because there was absolutely no trace of a tan line. I wondered if he went to a tanning salon, or if he lay around a pool in the nude. He looked up, and noticed my shorts. "I usually sleep in my underwear, if that's OK with you," he said. "No problem," I quickly answered, not wanting to seem too eager. He switched off the lamp and crawled into bed next to me. My heart was pounding. I was afraid he might notice, so I tried to calm myself. Finally, he broke the ice and started a conversation. We talked for a long time. He told me all about life in California, and I told him all about New Mexico. After what seemed like hours, we decided to get some sleep. We both lay on our backs under a sheet and a light blanket. Our arms were at our sides. When I was sure he was asleep, I cautiously slid my arm in his direction. I just wanted to touch that beautiful body of his, even if it was just his arm. I stopped the second my skin touched his. I expected him to pull away immediately, but he didn't. I figured he must really be sleeping hard. I moved my arm feigning an itch on my head, and then put it back again, closer this time. Again, he didn't move. His skin was warm and soft. I could have stayed in that position forever. My dick had gotten rock hard, and it was driving me onward. I opened my fingers and gently caressed the side of his hand. I was completely shocked when he moved his palm into a flat, receptive position in response to my touch. I traced the lines in his hand over and over. He never moved, and never opened his eyes at all. But I could tell he was enjoying what was going on. Finally, he took my hand in his, interlocking our fingers. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I couldn't believe what was happening. He slowly slid onto his side, facing me. He pulled me toward him until our faces were inches apart. He gently brushed his lips against mine. He pulled me closer, reaching across to my back. We kissed again, deeper this time. He softly pushed his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch. Then, he pushed me onto my back, and climbed on top of me. His dick was pressed against mine, both screaming for release. He looked into my eyes with a hungry, lustful look that almost made me cum on the spot. After kissing my mouth some more, he started moving his kisses down my neck and onto my chest. He licked and sucked my nipples, and slid his hand down onto my crotch. He pulled off the blanket and sheet, and put his hand under the waistband of my shorts. When the head of my dick came into contact with his fingers, I thought I would die. It was like an electric shock pulsating my body. I had never experienced such pleasure. He pulled off my shorts and underwear, leaving me totally naked and vulnerable. Again, he looked into my eyes, seeking my approval to proceed. I smiled my assent. He began stroking and softly licking my dick. I spread my legs wide apart to give him complete access. He fondled and licked my balls, and finally took my dick into his mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned in absolute pleasure. He sucked and swirled and licked until I was ready to explode. "I'm cumming!" I finally shouted. I spewed my load into his mouth. He kept right on sucking, swallowing every drop. He held me in his mouth until I was completely limp. My entire body was completely relaxed. This had been the orgasm of my life. I knew it was my turn now. I pulled off his Fruit of the Looms and pushed him back onto the bed. I tried to do everything to him that he had done to me. I was inexperienced (as Jared quickly discovered when I scraped my teeth across his dick). Jared became my teacher. He quietly explained how to suck without biting. I soon got the hang of it. I sucked with all the energy I had. I used my tongue to swirl and caress the head while I fondled and massaged his balls with my hand. He was in ecstasy. He moaned and grunted and gyrated until I knew he was about to cum. I wanted to swallow his cum just as he had swallowed mine. Finally, with a deep moan, he shot into my mouth. I gagged at first, but I got it all down. The sweet taste of cum was something I had dreamed about for years. At last it was mine. I fell asleep that night cuddled up to his side. I had my head on his chest, and my hand cradled his cock. It was a night I wished would never end. But I knew I would face a million questions with the break of a new day. How would I feel about myself after having sex with my sister's boyfriend? How would she feel if she found out about it? What would Jared think about what happened between us? I was afraid of what the answers might be, but I had to know.