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ACCEPTANCE
~ The Sequel to ~
Perceptions & Deceptions
Author’s Note:
This story takes place almost a year after the events described in “Perceptions and Deceptions”. The characters and settings featured in this story are fictional and any similarities to real persons and locales are purely coincidental. The characters engaging in sexual acts are aged eighteen and above. This chapter contains scenes of incest.
This story takes place almost a year after the events described in “Perceptions and Deceptions”. The characters and settings featured in this story are fictional and any similarities to real persons and locales are purely coincidental. The characters engaging in sexual acts are aged eighteen and above. This chapter contains scenes of incest.
~ Chapter 1 ~
Maple Valley
“So you’ve never thought about coming out to your family?” asked Dylan.
I paused in what I was doing (licking one of his nipples) and looked up, straight into his beautiful green eyes. For an uncomfortable moment, I was reminded how I’d found those identical eyes just as beautiful on Dylan’s twin brother, Deacon. I shook my head slightly, as if that would erase the painful memories of Deacon’s betrayal. I hoped I’d never have to see him again.
“Is something wrong?” Dylan looked concerned. I realized that I hadn’t replied his query.
I forced myself to smile and said, “No, nothing really.”
“It’s Deacon, isn’t it? You’re thinking about him. Whenever you do, there’s a certain look in your eyes.”
“It’s just that …” I took a deep breath and continued. “It’s so hard to forget. I know it’s been almost a year now but … sometimes, when I’m with you, I think of how you both look so alike … and then …” I could hear the break in my voice and felt my eyes moisten.
Dylan noticed it too. “I’m sorry,” he said and pulled me closer to him. The warmth of his bare chest was slightly reassuring. I felt bad for doing this to him. I knew he felt guilty about what his brother had done to me, but I also knew it wasn’t fair of me to burden him with the guilt. He shouldn’t have to feel as if he was to blame for Deacon’s actions, especially not when he himself had been a victim.
“No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I don’t mean to make you feel bad. It wasn’t your fault.” I could see that he was also close to tears. Dylan had told me that I was the first person with whom he’d had a proper relationship. I knew how desperately he wanted to make it work, and so did I.
I tried to make it up to him, reassure him that all was well, by gently pressing my lips to his. He responded passionately and started to kiss my neck feverishly. Abruptly he stopped.
“You haven’t answered my question, though. Are you going to come out to your parents?”
This was, of course, an inevitable question – one which I wasn’t entirely sure how to approach. My parents believed me to be perfectly straight and waited in anticipation of the day I would bring home a wife and start producing grandchildren. Lately, Mom had been even more eager since my brother Tony, a year younger than me, had had his first child. I didn’t particularly envy telling them that I was probably never going to have a wife, let alone offspring.
“I don’t know … I haven’t thought about it. My parents … well, they’re pretty much in the dark. I don’t know how they’ll take the news. I’m worried that Dad might have a heart attack. And my sisters are both still in high school. I don’t know if they can adapt to having a gay older brother.”
Dylan leaned back against the pillow and looked at me. “I don’t want to pressure you or anything. It’s just that, well, this is my first relationship, and I thought, you know, meet the parents, etc. It’s okay with me if you don’t want to. I just hope … they won’t have to find out the hard way.”
I knew what Dylan was talking about. He’d told me about it shortly after we’d first met.
As high school seniors, Deacon and Dylan were polar opposites. Deacon was the popular jock character, while his twin was the geek who got along well enough, but wasn’t exactly popular. The night it had first started was the twins’ eighteenth birthday. Deacon had a girlfriend, and he’d been hoping that she’d agree to sleep with him as his ‘present’. Unfortunately she hadn’t been quite so willing and it was past 2 a.m. when Deacon stumbled home from the party organized by his jock buddies, drunk as hell.
Dylan awoke from his sleep when he felt Deacon ripping the bedcovers off.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of it. I know you’re a fag. What you need is my cock up your ass,” said Deacon drunkenly as he ripped off Dylan’s boxers. Dylan was stunned. His brother had never revealed that he’d known Dylan’s lack of girlfriends was due to the fact he was attracted to the same sex.
Dylan tried to resist his brother. “Deacon, you’re drunk. And you know you can’t do this sort of thing with me. We’re brothers – hell, we’re TWINS.”
Deacon ignored his twin and forcefully turned him over. They were both identical, but due to Deacon’s athletic nature he was stronger and was able to overpower his twin. Dylan didn’t want to be an 18-year-old virgin, but he didn’t want to lose his virginity to his brother either. His tearful protests fell on deaf ears.
“Shut the fuck up, you’ll wake Mom. Trust me, you’ll enjoy this. Think of it as my brotherly gift to you,” sneered Deacon as he penetrated Dylan. He pushed Dylan’s face into the pillow to muffle his cries of pain. The worst thing was, Dylan felt that, despite the pain and the lingering guilt, he actually enjoyed the sensation of being fucked for the first time. He thought how it was wrong for twins to be having sex, but gradually he even forgot that he was getting fucked by his brother.
It wasn’t the last time. There were many more instances. Deacon didn’t bother to ask his brother if he wanted to be fucked. It was usually in the middle of the night; Dylan would find himself being stripped naked and fucked by his brother. He didn’t tell anyone about it, because of the shame.
But one night, when they thought their mother was asleep, Deacon was on top of Dylan, when their room door opened. Their mother had gotten up to get a glass of water and heard noises from their room. The sight of her elder son fucking his younger twin was too much. She dropped the glass, which shattered on the floor, and locked herself in her room. Dylan tried to get her to open her door, to talk to her, but she wouldn’t answer.
Sarah Sullivan's relationship with her twin sons dissolved overnight. The next morning, she told them that she wanted nothing to do with either of them. Dylan never got an opportunity to explain to her. She shut them out of her life. It hit Dylan the hardest, for he had tried to keep his homosexuality and the frequent sex with his brother a secret from her. Deacon didn't seem particularly bothered. When Sarah Sullivan suffered a sudden and fatal heart-attack ten years later, Dylan was her only son who turned up at the funeral.
This story isn't a very easy one to share with someone, and I knew that Dylan had a lot of trust in me to have told it to me so early in our relationship. So I made up my mind to tell my family and allow Dylan a chance to meet them. The upcoming Thanksgiving holiday would provide the opportunity.
To Be Continued ...
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