ZWILLINGSSEX 4

Jayson knocked on the door of his childhood home. It had been two years since his last visit which came after the passing of his biological mother. Since he and his father left when he was eight years old, Jayson hadn’t visited often. And the times he had visited it was for reasons similar to today.

The door of the farmhouse opened to reveal a short, deeply tanned woman of mixed Pilipino descent. She was thin and attractive hiding full C cups under her tank top.

“Jayson?” The woman asked.

“Brittany?” Jayson replied having only talk to her on the phone.

“Yeah. Wow, I would have recognized you anywhere,” Brittany said with a smile. “Come on in.”

Jayson walked into the house and found that nothing had changed from his last visit. The place even still smelled like cedar. That was one of things that he did miss. The smell of cedar always reminded him of this home.

“I’m so glad you came. I don’t know what to do anymore. He just lies there all day. If I don’t bring him food he doesn’t eat. I can’t even get him to leave the bedroom anymore. So I was thinking that since you two are twins you could help him somehow.”

Brittany paused as she fought back her tears. “I just don’t know what else to do.”

Jayson walked over to the fireplace and examined the pictures on the mantle. The most prominent was the one of him and Jaxson together. It was taken when they were seven and was from their first hunting trip. Both wore identical camouflage jackets and held identical kid-sized rifles. The picture reminded Jayson how much they had both enjoyed being twins.

The picture also made Jayson consider how different their lives would have been if they weren’t split up by their parent’s divorce a year later. Jayson still called his brother often from Los Angeles where he and his dad moved, but nothing could replace being with each other in person.

“Where is he?” Jayson asked leaving his travel bag and heading to the hallway leading to the bedrooms.

“He’s in his room.”

Jayson walked down the hall to their childhood bedroom. After a pause he opened the door. The bedroom was updated to that of an adult’s but it didn’t contain Jaxson.

“He doesn’t sleep in there anymore,” Brittany corrected when she saw Jayson’s confusion. “We moved into the master bedroom.”

Jayson looked further down the hallway and found his mom’s room. It was odd to think of anyone in there but his mother, but as he thought about it, it only made sense.

Jayson pushed on the open door at the end of the hall and found a completely renovated room. The farmhouse ceiling had been gutted and turned into an open ceiling with exposed beams. The room had been extended and painted to look like exposed brick, and the floors had been resurfaced to look like hard wood. This room in the country farmhouse had been renovated to look like a Malibu, California loft. Or more precisely, it was renovated to look like Jayson’s Malibu loft and the details were incredible.

Jayson scanned the room further and found a futon placed on the floor exactly where it was the last time his twin had come to California. And in the bed was an identical version of himself lying in his boxers on his stomach facing away.

Jayson stared down at his brother for a while then turned back to Brittany. “Can you give us a minute?” Jayson asked reaching for the bedroom door.

“Sure, of course,” she replied backing out.

With the door closed, Jayson looked down at his brother again. His 29-year-old body looked just as it had a year earlier. Jayson always considered Jaxson to be the stronger of the two even though no one could ever tell their two bodies apart. Both bodies had a hint of their dad’s dark Latino complexion. And both had a perfectly symmetrical smooth built chest and athlete’s legs.  Although both guys worked out regularly, both had to admit that it was mostly genetics.

Jayson, still examining his brother’s motionless body, slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Resting it on the ottoman that also sat next to his own bedroom door, he made his way to the futon. As not to startle him, Jayson climbed into bed with him, laid his muscular chest on the side of his brother’s back and slipped his arm around Jaxson until his palm was grasping Jaxson’s pecs. He then nuzzled up against his brother’s neck and breathed him in. The scent was raw and intoxicating. Still facing the other way with his eyes closed, Jaxson smiled when he felt the familiar touch.

Both guys lay with each other not moving a muscle until finally Jaxson turned his head. Looking into his brother’s eyes, Jaxson felt a wave of warmth. There was no where he would prefer to be than in his brother’s arms and he considered it way too long since the last time he was.

Jaxson comfortably examined his twin’s face, nothing had changed on him. His hair was still a golden brown. His nose was still straight and perfect. His hairless cheeks were still sharp and his chin contained the same dimple that made them unmistakably twins. Jaxson leaned in to kiss his brother’s fine lips. Seeing the approach Jayson pulled away. Returning his head to the pillow, Jaxson stared longingly at his twin instead.

“I missed you,” Jaxson spoke in a raspy voice.

“I’ve missed you too,” Jayson replied staring at his twin’s beard.

“Mom’s gone,” Jaxson announced as if Jayson didn’t know.

“She is.”

Jayson looked at his brother with sadness.  Jaxson hadn’t recovered as quickly as Jayson had, and the first time Jayson realized Jaxson wasn’t doing as well was when his brother stopped calling as often. It was typical for the guys to talk everyday on the phone. But when it dropped to once a week and then every two weeks, Jayson took it to mean that his twin needed more space instead of what it was, a cry for his twin’s help.

“Let’s get you into the shower,” Jayson suggested. Jayson moved his hand from under his brother and raked it through his twin’s wavy golden brown hair. Jayson had to admit that he missed having someone that he could so freely touch. As kids, there were never any secrets between the two. That had always created an intimate bond between the young boys that exceeded anything that Jayson knew in adulthood.

“Come on. It’s time to get up.”