Max's brother was silent, so he glanced in his direction. Kenneth's face seemed to hold a mixture of expressions, curiosity and confusion. "I mean... it is as much yours as it is mine now..." His brother bit his lip. "Ground rules... maybe we both have to agree; we both have to be in the mood..."
"If that is the case, I am not exactly in the mood either." Max answered, nodding his head in agreement to that rule. "But... I do want to know how your... our... you know." He had a hard time speaking the words aloud. This was uncharted territory for himself, and obviously his brother. Hesitantly, he reached for their dick and gripped it. He felt his back straighten in response, realizing that Kenneth's muscles had become tense. They fell backwards onto the bed, Kenneth's stiffened half throwing them off balance. He released his hold on their dick, and his brother seemed to relax.
"I'm sorry. It weird." Kenneth's face had turned red. Through a couple disjointed movements, they sat back up with their feet still hovering off of the bed. "Can I?"
Max did not give a response, but his brother seemed to take his lack of an answer as it was okay. He felt his brother's hand gently grip their dick, and it was his turn to stiffen. Max braced his right arm into the bed, to keep them from falling backwards again. "You're right. It is really weird..." He felt his cheeks become flush and he turned away. His brother must have let go, because he did not feel a hand around their dick any more. Max sighed, "Less than 5 minutes into this, our new life, and we're so embarrassed that we can't even look at each other."
"How about we attempt this later?" Kenneth asked.
Max turned to glance at his brother, whose cheeks were still red like his. "Yeah... probably for the best..." He took a glance around the room, and silently wondered if his parents had installed cameras in this make-shift hospital room/laboratory. Max decided against saying this aloud. Together, they reached to grab the boxers around their ankles and pull them up, hiding the member they shared. "You mentioned something about learning to walk..." He was not exactly thrilled about the idea, but his brother did have a point. There was a ton that they were going to have to re-learn how to do. Walking would be a good first step.
Kenneth's face seemed to return to his normal color, and the drumbeats that were their two hearts quieted. "Yeah, lets work on that." He said, but then seemed to hesitate. Max felt his brother's piercing gaze. "We're going to have to be on the same page and work together... something you and I have never done well..."
"Its not like we have much of a choice now." Max replied as he forced them off of the edge of the bed. He felt his foot touch the cool tile floor. It was disorienting to see two feet on the ground, but only feel the floor with one. He did not have long to dwell on that thought though, as he felt his momentum continue to carry them forward. He tried to grab something within reach, but it was too late. He and Kenneth crashed onto the floor, his head banging into his brothers. They had landed on his brother's half, but a moment later, he felt himself being pushed over harshly onto their back.
"See... this is what I mean!" Kenneth fumed. "You didn't bother checking with your literal other half."
"Sorry!" Max said defensively. He was beginning to see that the road to recovery would be taking longer than he had hoped. That heart to heart they had, and the shared awkwardness was over. Now he had to deal with their new reality. Max always dove head first into things and dealt with the aftermath later. He was impulsive. That was in contrast to his brother who was always calculating and thought at least two steps ahead. "I will follow your lead then." He said to placate his brother.