Gemini Complete

Warning, Inc within, if you are repelled by that use your little back arrow, otherwise read on!

The first time it happened it was an accident. Neither one of us intended for it to happen, it just did. We were on vacation. Our first real vacation as adults. We were done with school and we had time and money on our hands so what the hell. We picked out the location that to us the farthest from normal, we were rich Afrikaners that had grown up in London,Paris, and Johannesburg. It made sense to us to visit Tokyo.

Yes, we had been to Monte Carlo and Monaco, but Tokyo, its an orgy for all of the senses. We arrived at night and the skyline looked like the fluoresced viruses that I had been working with in school. Neon of all colors as far as the eye could see. The plane hit turbulence before we landed. We were coming in from the east over the mountains. We had flown in from London and changed planes in Moscow. Looking back, I think that the turbulence was another way of saying welcome to a different world, shaking us out of the old one and awaking us to a new one.

We de-planed and it hits you like a kick to the head. Slot machines with flashing lights, ringing bells, screaming women, LCD screens flashing flesh for rent and the latest craze. None of that for us tonight. Perhaps tomorrow.

We took a cab to our hotel. We had selected one that catered to a more adult traveler. Mainly to avoid the crazed party atmosphere that was going on at all hours. It was a hotel that catered primarily to a business traveler on a company expense account. It was subdued, done in luxurious neutrals, and gave an aura of discrete luxury. We had our Suite with separate bedrooms where we went to bed immediately exhausted from the trip.

I awoke first and showered and got ready. I woke him up and he got ready. We planned our day around tourist activities, drinking, shopping, a little gambling, not much enough to say that we had participated it. The second day passed as the first.

The third day was a Friday we elected to do something different. We had the concierge in the hotel contact an On-sen. I had read that this was the ultimate spa experience. Very formal, very quiet. As I tend to be the more retiring one I pushed for it, he agreed, in all likelihood more to humor me than any desire to go.

We took the bullet-train to the On-sen and arrived after a hour and a half. The staff at the On-sen hurled themselves to their knees when we entered. We were taken to our suite and informed of dinner. After washing up and changing into our kimono’s we awaited our meal.

The staff cannot have been expecting much, after all we were just Gai-jin. We mannered Gai-jin but Gai-jin none the less. We were able to participate fully. Our uncle had not raised barbarians. We are aware of the ins and outs of etiquette. We ate our meal in peace and afterwards we ordered a massage for each of us.

That being done I left brother dozing and took a soak in the cedar tub and rinsed my self off. I put on my bikini and walked down to the private hot spring that the On-sen had on property. Visually it was like an alien landscape rocks circled the area, not smooth rocks like those I see back home these rocks were volcanic, they were rough and jagged. The water had a pleasant smell to it, it was high in minerals and you could tell. It was winter so the steam gave if not the illusion an actual veil of privacy.

I don’t know how long I sat there, I must have slipped off when a familiar voice awoke me. “Margarthe, wake up.” My twin brother Mathias, my traveling companion roused me. He slipped into the water and relaxed. We talked about inconsequential things, Uncle’s upcoming birthday, what plans we should make, how since we were out of school now that he wanted us to come and work for him, not that we had any choice. We had learned long ago that whatever Uncle wanted he got.

It started as a splashing game like we used to play when we were small, I splashed him, he returned the favor. I tried to dodge his water assaults and he would grab me to dunk me under the water. I was able to slip away and began to taunt him. The game escalated. I was the stronger swimmer and was able to swim away from him and hid in a small grotto that was in the spring. You could not see it unless you were looking directly at it and given the amount of steam that was rising from the water the chances of him finding me were slim. Mathias began calling me and I would call back and taunt him that he could not find me. We were laughing it was all a game, a silly game like we used to play back before our parents were taken from us and we went to live with Uncle.

After searching for me my twin found the grotto were I was at and it started innocently enough as my “punishment” for mocking him one dunking. I tried to pull him down with me and we began to wrestle. Tickling, teasing each other, that playfulness that we had to bury when we were with Uncle, we had to be proper, serious, unemotional, here alone together we could show our true faces.

Mathias had me cornered as my sides hurt from laughing I asked him to stop. He joked “Fine Grethe, for a kiss.” I gave him one on the cheek, but then I tickled him back and it began again. He placed his strong arms around either side of me blocking my escape. He asked me, “What are you going to do now Grethe?” I don’t know what impulse drove this as we stood there in the water, I looked into his eyes and he mine and then we kissed. Not a chase brush on the cheek like what had happened a few moments before but a kiss filled with passion and longing, a longing for completion.

The kiss deepened and I felt his tongue caress my lips seeking entrance. I responded in kind. Our hands were everywhere seeking contact, seeking comfort or purchase on slick skin or rock. His hands were tangled in my hair, trying to pull me closer if possible, my hands roamed his strong back. I could feel his hard length against me and I knew that I wanted this too. I felt my center becoming slicker and hotter, an ache like I’d never felt before arose in me. Neither one of us were virgins, we had lost our virginity at 16 to people of no consequence, we had other partners since then but I had never felt so raw, so needy, or so in need of fulfillment than I did right now.

He moved his hands down to the halter clasp on my bikini top. He stopped kissing me and pulled away looking at me with that question in his eyes, “Go on twin? more.” We had always been able to communicate without speaking instinctively knowing what the other meant. Our Uncle used to joke that it was all that time we spent together in the womb and would often chide us to talk aloud. I gave him his answer without hesitation and pulled him close again and kissed him.

I was soon rid of my bikini top and guided him to touch my breast, I felt him roll my nipples in his fingers bringing them to peaks. He bent his head and replaced his fingers with his mouth. I could no longer contain the feelings that arose in me. I cried out “Don’t stop Matti, please”.

I moved my hands down to his swimsuit and felt his desire for me through the fabric. He moaned at the contact and I teased him by withdrawing touch and returning it shortly there after. He growled my name and pushed me hard against the rock wall rubbing his need against my body. I sought purchase on the wall and was able to find a ledge to sit upon.

I moved and brought him closer and we kissed again, two halves making a whole. I pushed down his suit and took his shaft into my hand a squeezed the tip and ran my hand down his length again and again and again. He bit into my shoulder and moaned out my name, his hands roamed down by body to my suit bottom. A few small movements later it was gone.

Still kissing I continued my relentless stroking of his member and he began to explore by depths. He placed one then two fingers inside of me while his thumb moved around searching for my core. Soon my brother pushed me up and replaced his hand with his mouth. It had never been his good, this hot., it had never felt so right. His mouth explored me and lapped and teased. He brought me to the edge and stopped, he pulled me back down and when I bent to return the pleasure he pushed me hard against the wall and entered me with a thrust.

We both cried out at the sensation, him melting into my liquid heat, me seeping into to his hardness. We began to move together towards our goal. He thrust in and out harder, and harder. His teeth grazing my shoulder. I cried out his name louder than I should have and he silenced me with a kiss. Harder and harder we pushed against each other the friction building something inside of us.

Harder and harder still he thrust against me. Biting and sucking on my neck. I did likewise and mewed out his name, begging him not to stop. I felt it building with in me, I pushed my self into a position where I could take more of him in, all of him, I had never felt so good, so fulfilled. I felt the tension with in my hip and I knew that I was close, so very close and then it came, it felt so good it was painful. My twin came instantly there after, his climax filling me.

We leaned against each other in the grotto, panting, his hands on my hips and his head against my breasts. My hands were interwoven with his hair and then trailed down his back. He spoke first. “Grethe, I’m not sorry that it happened. I replied, ‘I know Matti, I’m not either.” Without saying a word we gathered up our discarded suits and headed back to our room were it happened again. This time we meant for it to happen.


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This is a one shot from a characters perspective of a longer fiction I’m writing. I was inside my head and had to escape. I’ll post this separately and see what responses I get. I’m going to post this in the Originals for now and when I’m ready to post the longer story I’ll move it.

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