Soul Mates in the Moonlight Chapter 1 Love starts with a smile. by terry Jeff December 2007
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"Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and endswith a tear." he said to me. I stared across the computer screen knowing all too well those words were etched in my soul. My heart ached since the last time, we had could talked together online.
It was like heaven had brought us together to be as one. We would type for hours on end sending messages back and forth. Sometimes he wrote at the same time I did. It was uncanny the number occasions that would happen. It only reinforced the belief that we were meant for each other.
The moonlight was drifting in through the window, as I continued to chat. It moved across the floor to the bed with the white sheets.
It felt like he was there with me talking that first night, as if I had known him all my life. He understood my needs, wants, fears, failures, and even my successes for some reason. How could that be possible from the other side of the world? He comprehended me then and continues to do so today.
I still recall those words we spoke that day we met in person six months ago.
We are now brothers: I was eighteen years with the black hair, the blue eyes, and the build of a high school wrestling senior in a small town community. Everyone called me Tee for short. However, he was only thirteen years with blond hair and blue eyes. And, he played rugby and tennis.
From the very first day that we met we called each other. However, no one expected little brother and big brother. However, no one expected that we would continue chatting for such a long period of time.
My chat partner took his first rugby test today to see if he could qualify for the senior boys team. It is like a beep test. My friend needed to race to a designated point. Then, he had to rush back. He runs to a point. And he runs back.
"This is for rugby?" I asked
He nodded his head and looking into my ocean blue eyes and replied carefully,
"Running to a point and back is easy."
He laughed at me and continued, "I am not yet done talking to you! Be quit! You run to a further point, and then you return. Repeat the lap, all while being timed. When you exceed, when you drop below the limit you have to stop. I did eight circuits today! The record is ten!
"Not bad for a young pup like you!"
I rubbed his shoulders while gazing into those deep blue eyes of his once more, as he spoke about the test.
"Yep! One guy even fertilized the yard a little!" he smirked. "Well, if I did that I would be puking from the strain of that entire run. By God!... Watching the complete race could be exhausting! But, looking at you is never tiresome!"
As I observed him more closely, I replied, as I looked at him closer saying these words to him.
"Yes, the running is a killer. But, you have to do some things in life that may not make sense at the time."
He pinched me, as he said that.
"Stop! That hurts!"
"That's the point!... Life does hurt sometimes!"
As we talked that first time, which for me was night that first night him was morning that stretched into his afternoon, because we were on different hours and him in his afternoon hours because we are on the opposite sides of the world, our lives began to change for the both of us.
We shared secrets that neither one had revealed to anyone else. A secret world that was hidden even from ourselves. But, on that night we trusted each other and we talked and cried our eyes out until we could no longer read the screen.
It was precisely, then, that I knew I was falling in love with this person who lived across the other side of the world from me. How could that be? All we had to go on was written words: his and mine! We saw no pictures of each other: Just a trust in our conversation and the bonding of the spirit that brings people together.
I remembered role-playing the scene of little and big brother. I had no real little younger sibling, but here was someone to talk to and confide in. A person to whom was someone I could talk too. This was someone I would be able to tell my deepest secrets. Someone I could guide in life through all the ups and downs, because I had already been there.
We discussed our horrible pasts: the nights of being beaten and being raped by a relative or someone else. We talked of getting thrown out of our house and another relative taking us in to be their son.
We discussed ways to end the abuse that was going on in our lives, and which had caused so much pain. We proposed means to change our lives. How to stop the anger deep within ourselves before it would rage out of control. No one knew the anger deep inside us when it rages out and no one but us could really know, because we are being sexually abused by a guy who threatened to kill us if we tell anybody.
How can we tell others?... What will our friends think once they find out we have been raped, made to swallow stuff we never thought we would, forced to put our lips on places they were never meant to be?
We chatted about lying down together in bed while holding and comforting one another, as we talked and cried.
Sometimes just cuddling and kissing is all that is needed. This was something that everyone deserves: to be held and told they are needed by someone not to be used and abused!
The computer screen glistened it lights from the moonlight spreading across the room. We are lying down in bed. The crickets are chirping loudly. They can be heard, as the breeze blows through the window.
White crisp sheet are on the bed. The white crisp sheets were on the bed fresh smelling like our bodies that lie under them. I can see his blond hair resting on the pillow: My little brother, as I called him. I recline next to my friend the warmth of his body against mine. My arm encircles his upper torso: holding him, knowing him, caressing his chest with my finger tips' as he moans and pushes back into me.
He turns looking into my face and smiles. The moonlight sparkles off of his teeth, and I can see the top of his muscular chest exposed to the light. My finger slid across his upper body, as his deep blue eyes look into mine.
It is as if the ocean from his side of the world came crashing into my corner of the earth. My fingers continue their journey sliding down his abdomen along ridges exploring and exposing areas I was unsure to touch on his torso. He moaned looking up at me. Then my friend leans in to kiss me gently on my lips.
I return his gesture, but with great ardor!
I push with passion on his lips. My tongue moved in, while he explores mine. My hand slides down, urgently exploring his hot body and kissing. Our eyes remain closed with our hands clasped.
We wanted each other. We knew that from the moment we first talked proceeding with the love from that fateful day. It was now how do we do this with love that we had already built into our relationship. Can my lover and I remain united when so many other fail? How do we stay together when so many people fall apart in their attempts at lasting love?
We finally pull away while breathing hard and gazing into each looking into each other's eyes.
"I love you, little brother."
He looked up with those deep blue eyes twinkling from the moon light and whispered into my ear,
"I love you!... You will never know how much."
I said! "I realize and you have any idea how long I waited for a little brother just so I can look after them. Someone I could talk too. A person who cares about me, and I can care about them. A friend to share my emotions, hurts, feelings and experiences with for as long as time will allow us to do so"
"You know I wanted to make love to you." I said as he nodded his head.
"I would let you, because I know it is love."
I search his eyes, and I can tell in my heart he would die for me. I look at him reclining on the white sheets with my arm under his head: the blond hair lying in all directions.
He scoots closer to me, put his head upon my chest and laid down his hand upon my upper biceps. I felt his hip against my leg with his upper leg resting on mine. One hand reaches up holding his upper back and my other hand touches his knee that was on my body. Soon I hear his breathing begin get rested and mine also does as the moonbeams tripping went across the floor to our bed.
I awake the next morning and my arms were wrapped with a pillow. This can't be had I dream this? I know I felt that we talked the night away; we kissed and said we love each other, but he is gone! The curtains are closed. The window shut and locked. I step on a pair of red briefs. I still have my blue ones on!
The computer screen is blinking a message.
"Big brother, I love you. You are so special to me that you never will know. You have helped me get through a rough moment when my life was at its lowest.
I can't tell you now but sometimes in the future I will. I left something on the floor for you."
I look down: It was the red silky briefs that he wore. Unconsciously, I pick them up, bring the undies to my face and smell them. The underpants are his no doubt!
I turn to the computer and begin to type,
"Little brother, oh mate, you left me something! Since you logged off your computer I will return them when we meet. And, little one, you better be ready: Tonight, my love is all yours!
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