The Second To Love

(((WARNING!! NUDITY// SEXUAL CONDUCT// SEXUAL CONTENT*)))

"Jensen is here?" Jerell asked. Sereen moves away from Jerell's embrace so that she could sit up to look at him.

"Yes, he is here. He has always been with you ever since we've met. At first, I thought I was seeing an image of you in astro form, but now I know. He's your twin brother."

"Identical, twin brother." Jerell corrected me.

"There's much to talk about, but not enough time. What is it that you would like to know?" I asked Jerell.

"I want to know about what Master Boix did to him. I want to know where I could find his body. I want to know how I can lay him to rest in peace." Jerell starts to cry.

"The past is a painful one, Jerell. Unfortunately, Jensen wants you to know that he is completely at peace. His death shouldn't be used as a levy to hold you down. As for the cause of his death, he wishes to tell you another day. For today, Jensen wants you to know of your choices."

"What does he mean by choices?" Jerell asked.

I looked over to Jensen and asked, "Telling one's fortune may change circumstances. Are you sure that's what you want to do?"

Jensen remained as the dark shadowy figure of Jerell in the corner.

"This is what he will have to do. The choices he makes now, he will have to live with for the rest of his life." Jensen murmured and then continued to pass me messages.

"Wait. I, truly, want to believe this is all happening, but I need some kind of validation." Jerell said. "I need to know~"

I cut him off, "It's a greenish blue hue and the pigment birthmark is slightly below his armpits, in the shape of a perfect triangle."

"Well, alright then. Validated." Jerell breathed.

"Please just listen. It takes a lot of energy for me to pass messages." I asked Jerell and he nodded. "Jensen wants you to know that you have choices. One will lead you to what you want, but not what you need. The other will lead you to what you need, but never what you want. However, both will lead you to death."

I turn to Jensen, "DEATH? REALLY? You're going to have me give such unfortunate fortune to my best friend, whom I've loved all my life growing up?" I shrieked at Jensen in a fit of anger. "You could at least warn me that it was going to be bad news, so that I could process it and decide whether or not to give it!" I'm practically yelling now.

Jerell quickly covers my mouth to stop me from yelling. "Shhh, footsteps." he whispered. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and I held my breath. My memories of me running and hiding from Bjork were triggered and I could feel my lungs burning from the cold air as if that night was happening all over again.

Jerell focuses on the dust of falling dirt from above, pushing his ear out to listen to any sound. His hands pressed gently on my mouth and both our breaths fell into nothingness.

All sounds were drowned out and I went into a daze, seeing myself hiding and running, replaying in my head on repeat. Jerell removed his hands, but I didn't budge. Who knows how long I was stupefied for. Before I knew it, my lips were tingling and numb and Jerell was gently shaking my shoulders.

"Seer. Please say something, anything." He whispered.

I took in a deep breath and immediately felt like all the energy in my body had left me. I slumped over and tried to retain my consciousness. Jerell reaches behind my back and pulls me upward, bracing my fall towards him.

"Seer, are you alright?" He is still shaking me slightly.

"I'm fine. Jensen is fading. I can't…message…" my eyes became heavier and heavier as I forced myself to stay awake.

Then I felt Jerell's hand gently swiping my cheek, to my ears, and down my neck.

"Jerell" I said his name in an exhale.

"You said that you loved me all your life." I gave him the tiniest nod as he continued, "I've… I've always loved you. Even when I believed you to be male, I loved you. But you were just a kid and I couldn't love you like that… I love you."

I smiled at Jerell and remembered that I was returning a broken piece of his heart. That he should be feeling whole again soon.

Jerell leaned down and benevolently touched his lips with mine. Both our breath halted for a moment and then all of the memories sunk in.

I've always imagined how soft his lips would be if we were ever to kiss. Little one really loved Jerell; I loved Jerell.

The subtlety of his tender kiss informs me of his hesitancy, like it was a test for himself. I've yearned for his kiss for so many years and now it's happening. I am going to take it.

With all my strength, I lifted my arms and reached around his neck, drawing him downward to me. I return his kiss with a rougher, "I want to taste you", kind of kiss. It took him by surprise and he tried to pull away.

When our lips parted I managed to utter, "no', and with my one simple word, he closed his eyes and passionately continued to kiss my lips.

We become lost in a trance of our own longing. All I could think about was how death was his future and this could be our only night and his only chance to make love to me.

First it was just lips, but then I snuck my tongue in, just the tip in his parted lips. He tasted sweet and exactly how I've always imagined it to be.

He cupped his hand on my breast and once again our kissing stopped.

"Are you alright with this?" he asked and without saying a word, I forced his hand to squeeze my breasts. We continue to kiss, our mouths wanting more of each other.

Jerell gently laid me on my back as he slowly pushed my shirt to the side allowing exposure to my breasts as my nipple hardened in the cold. He cups my breast into his hand, massaging and squeezing the milk mounds.

"You are so beautiful." Jerell said as his lips moved down to kiss my breasts. I let out a quiet moan as his tongues teased the tips of my nipple.

His hands move up my thighs, grazing ever so slightly upwards to my hip, and moving my dress out of the way.

"You have the softest skin." he whispered right before we began another kissing trance. I can feel his hand move away from me and onto him as he undid his trousers.

His manhood plopped out fully erected and hard as he pressed it against my leg. "Are you sure this is alright with you?" He asked again.

For a man who's about to make love to a woman he has loved his whole life, he is getting a little too chatty.

I spread my legs, grabbed his shaft and pulled him towards my private area. His body willingly followed my motion, until his shaft touched the outside of my wet entrance. He gasped as his breath labored, that was when he finally shut up.

I strapped my legs around his thighs, put my arm around his torso, and leisurely added weight to the back of his knee, so that he would bury down into me.

Slowly, he enters. The head of his shaft was much rounder than what I was used to and English men, I believe, are circumcised so it felt completely different.

Little by little he buried himself into me slowly. All the while, moaning in euphoria all the way down until his manhood was completely sheathed deep within me.

"Wow. You feel amazing." He said, but I really didn't want him chatting. I wanted him to make love to me. I pull him in for more passionate kissing as he begins to move.

It wasn't my first time nor his, so we just let our body speak for itself.

Beaded sweat covers began to collect on him and so he skillfully undressed while penetrating me.

I, too, removed my shirt as he bore down on me, moaning in ecstasy as the pleasures build up.

"Ah" I moaned as I climax, arching my back and pulling my lips away from him."

"Little one", he moaned, progressing his hips faster as he moved up into a vertical position. His hands reached out to squeeze my bare and bouncing breasts.

He squeezes them hard and I let out loud and painful, "aah". It was exactly what he needed to to send him off in a liberating climax.

He burrowed deep into me and released his warmth. His eyes staring in mine as the beaded sweat trickled down his face.

"I love you, Little one."

"And I, you, Jerell."