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Mirror Image	By : thehammtwinzandsugar Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 2869 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people written about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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[Authoress Ramblings]: Heh heh. Didn’t know so many people agreed with this coupling!!!! Wow I guess it’s about time people get out there and get freaking started writing about these two!!! And if I must be one of the first…SO BE IT!!!! *is rebellious*

Now I’ve got to answer my reviewers, because I just read them, and I am totally bouncing off the walls with hyperness. I have come to realize that twincest must be written late at night/early in the morning, for that is when I am the most inspired. Also, I’ve got some awesome music to snap me out of writer’s block in case this ever happens. Also, a picture of the twins with their shirts off, Morgan’s arm on Paul’s shoulder. It’s gorgeous. I also have one of them hugging with their shirts off (Is it just me and my nasty a.k.a. delicious thoughts or do they touch a lot? I seem to notice this a lot. Hmm. Maybe it is just me but I don’t think so. Here is the mind-blowing thing, I saw them standing together during competition facing the floor twining their pinkies together over and over again) . It is very drool worthy.

Now that the Olympics are over (grrrrrrr) I have the World Championships to look forward to. Can’t wait. Anyways!!! I am going on and on I know. Let me answer my reviewers.

[empath89]: Thanks! No, I don’t know any good ones, but if I did, I would send them to you. y any and hope you like chapter 1 [2 if u count the prologue]

[Lazvernius]: Yes, twincest is fun, isn’t it?

[Cassandra Rose]: I know that was exactly my reaction!!! I laid eyes on them and I thought, ‘Well, I know what my next twincest pairing will be!’ LOL. Thanks for YOUR support, and enjoy!

[jUlEwS dA kEwLs]: Thank you and god…you love them as much as me…all my reviewers do and it’s GREAT to be among people that love them as well. Heh heh hope ya enjoy and thanks for your support!!!

[~*~SeXi Lil Lexi~*~]: Oh believe me there will be much updating here! There will be no hunting and hurting necessary. Just kidding lol…glad you liked it!!!

[leah]: Oh god I know. You do not know how many days & nights I spent hunting fics about them and I found two with like no action. At all. Oh god…I have that exact image in my own naughty mind right now and god…it is SO fucking hot. ::sighs:: Don’t we all? Thanks for your support!

[UmAkEmEwAnALALA!]: Oh yeah babe loving the lala on the kitchen floor with them!!! That so needs to happen and then kicking back and relaxing with a nice tall latte watching them do it all over again!!!! That would be the best day of my life. You won’t have to wait long coz here it is!!! Thanks for ur support!

[$$dAbLiNgBlInGa$$]: Oh I know it!!! And now that the Olympics are over we are all going to need our daily dose of the Hamm twins and their sex adventures LOL. And pictures. And talk shows. BTW, Paul did a handstand on The View today, and his shirt fell down, and I saw him half-naked, and I was like, ::drool:: man it was SO sexy. Anywayz…t/y and glad ya like it hope you like chappie no 1 as much as u liked the prologue.

[Irri]: Don’t worry I will!!

So here we go. Hold on to your hats cuz it’s gonna be a wild ride.

[Chapter 1: Practice]

Four years later, July 31, 2004

Paul leaned against the brick wall of his Waukesha, Wisconsin home, a soft breeze blowing through his silky reddish hair, just staring up at the blue cloudless sky. His eyes half-closed, his shirt off, wearing just a pair of his favorite jeans, he was at last alone to dwell on everything that was going on in his life. He’d just won the World Championship and he knew Morgan needed time to think about this as well, so he’d gotten up early to escape everyone else’s congratulations. He was proud, definitely, but he needed a break from the constant bombarding of words he got from left and right everywhere he went. It was exhausting, honestly.

He sighed and tried to relax. For once his almost-constant erection was not present, as all he had seen of Morgan this morning was a tuft of his hair peeking out from under the covers in his bed. His stomach growled and he realized he hadn’t had any breakfast. Making a face, he peered around the side of the house. There was no one there, but soft music was filtering out from the open barn doors. Paul smiled and shook his head. Morgan was probably practicing his floor routine or pommel horse. He’d been training obsessively every since they’d gotten back from the World Championships.

As he walked back to the front door, digging his key out of his left Nike, he contemplated the past four years. Neither of them had had a girlfriend, yet they’d turned down many offers to go on dates. It was as if both of them were waiting for something. Paul knew who he had his sights set on, though his brain screamed ‘Impossible!!! Get over it!!!’ every time he laid eyes on his twin. However, he had no idea why Morgan wouldn’t accept any offers to go out with a girl. But what he did know that he had no problem with it whatsoever.

He slipped the key into the lock and turned it, shoving the door open. The air conditioner hit him head-on as soon as he stepped over the threshold. Paul smiled. It felt good.

He walked stealthily into the kitchen, poured himself a bowl of cereal, and took it straight back outside, grabbing his Motorola off the counter as he did. The song belting from the barn had switched. After listening to it for a moment, Paul ducked back around the side of the house and sat down on the slightly damp grass. It was so peaceful out here.

Paul’s cell phone rang, the tone he had it set on for text messages. He swallowed a bite of Wheaties and picked it up. It was from Morgan. It said:

Paulie where r u? I’ve been looking 4 u 4 about 15 minutes and I can’t find u. When u get this will u cum out to the barn I got something I need ur help on. Love ya bro. –Morgan

Paul groaned softly. So much for not being aroused. He hated it when his twin used that spelling of the word “come”, but ever since they’d turned eighteen that was how he used it on all his text messages. He smiled wryly and zoomed his thumb over the keypad in reply to Morgan. Then he drained the remaining milk out of his cereal and and ran back to the kitchen to deposit the bowl in the sink.

He took his time walking out to the barn to observe the pastures in which their horses and cows were grazing. The sun was rising further into the sky now, and it looked beautiful. He smiled as he peered into the barn.

Morgan landed a triple twist magnificently right in front of him and smiled. “Hey Paul,” he said hoarsely, and cleared his throat. “Sorry, I haven’t talked all morning.”

“Hey,” Paul answered, grinning back. “Neither have I. Did you dream last night?” He asked, referring to the noisy dream his twin had had two nights previously.

“Nope,” Morgan said proudly, and hugged him as a good morning. “Thank God. It wasn’t great to have to get up at four a.m. in a pool of my own sweat.”

Morgan had refused to tell Paul what that dream was about, but about fifteen minutes after Morgan had changed his sheets Paul had caught him jacking off in the bathroom (it was a beautiful sight, by the way, and Paul had had to do some self-servicing of his own later), and he’d found cum on Morgan’s dirty sheets yesterday morning when doing the laundry. But anyway, back to the present time.

“That’s good,” Paul said with pride in his voice. “Anyway, what did you need my help on?”

“I need you to judge on whether or not my handstand on the pommel horse is vertical enough,” Morgan said in a teasingly business-like tone. “Since yours was perfect at the World Champs.”

“Quit it, you,” Paul said, blushing. “Anyway, get up there so I can help you.”

Morgan made a face but flipped up obediently. As a matter of fact, it was perfectly straight, but Morgan insisted he felt like he was leaning a little, and hopped down almost immediately. “Will you spot me on the floor?” he asked. “So I can get it right?”

“Sure,” Paul answered, though he was puzzled, because the handstand seemed fine to him. “But it’s really good, Morgan, you don’t need any training for it.”

“I feel like I do,” Morgan said, grinning at Paul. Then he stood on his hands, waiting for him to help him.

Paul put his hands on either side of Morgan’s waist to steady him, and his shorts slid up a little as he did. Morgan grinned to himself. His brother’s touch felt good.

“You good?” Paul asked, tightening his grip a little. Morgan fought the urge to groan with satisfaction and won.

“Uh…” he said, and Paul let go with one hand to brush at a yellow jacket flying around his head. Then he brought his hand back down, accidentally brushing Morgan’s crotch as he did. He flushed.

And Morgan flipped up. His cheeks were red too, and there was now a distinctive bulge in his pants. “I think I’ve got it,” he whispered huskily.

“Sorry,” Paul murmured, not looking at him.

“Don’t worry about it,” Morgan answered as he smiled.

And then his phone beeped: training was over for the morning, and he had time to do whatever now. He crossed to the radio and switched it off. “What do you want to do?” he asked Paul.

“Let’s take a walk,” Paul suggested. “I don’t want to be dragged under by our parents today. I need to get away. You’re the only one that understands me, Morgan.”

Morgan grinned. “I could say the same thing for you, bro. Come on, let’s go.”

And the twins set off, already caught up in a serious discussion.

Well I hope you liked it…next chapter there may be some sweet alone time to confess their true feelings to each other. Hehe. Anyway, thanks for your reviews! Hope you like it!
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