Tim and Susan, Finding Soulmates
Tim and Susan are in love. They're best friends, constant companions, lovers, soulmates, and brother and sister.
Tim and Susan walked along a quiet, shady path next to a cool, gurgling stream. Its cool waters and large, flat rocks on the bank allowed visitors to dip their feet in the water, to cool themselves off from the Summer's heat. When walking, what they've always done, their hands locked together in silence as they traveled forward. They knew that they'd be lost without the whispery touches of one another.
"This is so beautiful," said Susan. "I love walking with you."
He gave her a smile.
"Everything is beautiful when I'm with you," he said leaning into her to kiss her on her lips.
Only their smiles, and their gentle touches of their fingers, hands, and lips upon the corporeal natures is all their hearts and minds needed to communicate in their own dimension of time and space. With them already so close as 25-year-old, fraternal twins, indeed, they had such a unique relationship. Sharing their thoughts, they sometimes talked at the same time while saying the same things. As if ripped from the continuum of the everyday, they were placed carefully into the sphere of the here and now.
Superseding their close brother and sister relationship, they were much more than that. They were best friends. They were lovers. They were soulmates. There was no one else that they needed or wanted.
"I love you, Tim," said Susan.
He beamed her a big smile.
"I love you, too, sweetheart," he said.
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If it wasn't enough that they were brother and sister, they had that strong bond of fraternal twins. Never without one another, doing everything together, they've known one another all of their lives. They had a much deeper connection that transcended affection, desire, and love. Meant to be, their closeness was kismet. It was as if the angels had all agreed that they were meant to be together forever.
They stopped in an open glade, unraveled their blanket, and sat to watch the last golden beams of sunlight as the sun slowly sunk behind a distant hill. Overhead, the tapestry of lighter blue colors that graced their timeless walk, had now changed into the darker hues of Phthalo, and Prussian. Blue streaked a fond farewell to Lavender, and Crimson.
A last goodbye, tinged with the promise to return as soon as the Earth slumbered in its own restful repose. Under a blanket of a blue-black sky sewn together with dazzling stars that looked like silver, candle sequins that soothed their minds and guarded and illuminated their darkened way home. Then, turned to her, parted her lips, and kissed her. She returned his kiss with her deep wet kiss.
Something that he always enjoyed doing, he felt her C cup breasts through her blouse and her bra. He loved her breasts. He loved touching them, feeling them, and fondling them, while fingering her erect nipples.
"I love your breasts, Susan. I can never get enough of them," he said with a chuckle.
She laughed.
"And I love your cock, brother," she said.
# # #
Done with their daily constitution, when they entered their home, shivering while rubbing their arms and hugging one another, with the weather quickly changing, the cool breeze had turned into a cold wind. The sudden transformation of weather tried to unsuccessfully plunge the temperatures of their souls, and hearts lower. Yet, unable to do that, they quickly warmed one another while continuing to hug and rub one another.
Before bed, they warmed themselves in the warmth of the fire from their fireplace in their master bedroom ensuite. No lovemaking, saving that for later, just more gentle kisses, and touches, that were strategically placed by their heart's desires. Players in their roles, as if they were actors as part of the whole screenplay, yet, indeed, they were the authors of their own destinies and of their love story. Nearing the end of their movie, their final act let them know that the time for oneness was coming soon, so very soon.
Before releasing their bodies from their long, soft, and brightly colored robes, they took their place in each other's arms. As if awakening Tim from holding his perfect woman, Susan laughed suddenly. Shining at him with her mercurial-blue eyes, she looked at him with happy love and warm affection. Whatever she was thinking, her secret plan took Tim by surprise.
"Give me 10 minutes," she said in her soft buttery voice while giving him a sexy smile and a naughty look. "Then come down to the family room and find me," she said, giving him a wink. "I'll be there waiting for you."
While counting the seconds, ten minutes seemed like an hour. Tim busied himself in last minute checks around their humble, yet spacious bedroom that they had shared over the past few months. Though not married, unable to marry, they knew that their hearts, souls, and minds had already been placed, one into the other, mated and merged into a single entity forever. There was no need for a formalized piece of parchment that said what their hearts already knew, they were the perfect couple who were meant for one another and to be together.
Finally, while holding his breath with sexual anticipation, the time had come. He was ready to find his lover. Tim made one last check of the room and the fire before turning off the lights. The hallway to the stairwell was dark, lit only by the distant reflection of the fire and by the low-powered Indigo, night light.
Yet, something was odd, suddenly envisioning an altar of lights, a soft distant flickering of light regaled the stairs faintly. Not wanting to fall, he took the steps slowly and carefully, one at a time, and he finally made the descent to the family room. A good name for this room because this is the room where he hoped to make their family, a boy for him and a girl for her. Looking out towards the family room, his future, his heart, his companion, his best friend, his lover, his soulmate, and his sister was awaiting him.
As he walked towards her, he saw her laying on her side upon a collection of thick and furry blankets of faux, animal skins. The product of her loving industry, a dozen or so tallow candles were lit giving the room the added ambient miasma of love, passion, and romance. As if echoing their flame, the fireplace in the family room gave the entire area a sense of purpose.
Giving sound to their passion, the logs crackled as they burned. The atmosphere of the room and her spirit added to the sensual, seductive feel of her. Both surrounded by warmth, casting her shapely shadow to the wall, the flame of the fire enhanced her vision of loveliness.
