Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2000 01:47:17  0000
From: Ted Turner <cryptococcus@mailcity.com>
Subject: "Twin's Bondage Weekend" (m/m,m/m/f,incest,bond,mast,oral,anal

                     Twin's Bondage Weekend

by Cryptococcus

Codes: t/t, m/m, m/m/f, incest, bond, mast, oral, anal, voyeur

Comments/suggestions: cryptococcus@mailcity.com

Warning: This is a work of fiction, and it details sexual activities
between adolescent twin boys and the girl next door.  If this is not to
your tastes, or you are not of legal age to peruse adult materials,
please leave now.   Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is
a totally amazing coincidence.

This story is copyrighted by the author, and the author maintains all
rights to it, except that express permission is granted to ASSGM
and nifty.org to archive and display one copy as they see fit.  Please
do not distribute this, or other stories by me, to other newsgroups
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                         Hanging Around

     Rik's and Tak's mother stood in the open doorway, her body
outlined by the early morning sun.  "You have the number where
we're staying, and you can call Aunt Caroline if you need anything."
With a practiced movement she flipped her hair back, and she eyed
her boys. "Right?"

     The twins looked at each other and answered in chorus, "Yes,
mother!"

     A car horn honked.  Joan turned and called, "Okay, hon, I'm
coming!"  Then, over her shoulder, "Be good.  See you guys Sunday
night."

     "Bye, Mom."  The front door closed.  The twins exchanged a grin.
A whole weekend without their parents!

     "We gotta make sure they're really gone," said Tak.  He walked
over to the front windows and peeled back a corner of curtain.  "And
they're off!" he said.

     "Wanna get started?" asked Rik.

     "Maybe we oughta give it some time," said Tak. "They might
come back."

     "Not with Dad driving, they won't.  One-way Benny doesn't
EVER go back."

      "That's true."  Rik sat at on an ottoman and started removing his
sneakers.  "Let's get naked," he said.

     "Uh," said Tak.  "Nudity in the living room!  What would Aunt
Caroline think?"

     Tak sat on the edge of the couch and watched as Rik pulled his
Falcons jersey up over his shoulders and head, exposing a slender
tummy and chest, so like Tak's own.  There were identical twins,
fifteen, and as slender as colts.  Their eyes were cobalt, and their hair
was an almost-blond light almond color, with the tips of each strand a
silvery blond - an experimental look that the boys had played with
some months before and were now letting grow out.  Neither parent
had liked the look, and as both boys had later agreed, there is such
a thing as being TOO blond.

     Tak's jersey dropped to the floor and he toed his sneakers off, still
watching his brother.

     Rik's jeans puddled on the floor, exposing the boy's designer's
briefs.  He stepped away from his jeans and slid the briefs down.
This revealed his almond bush and a cock already plumping in
anticipation.  He walked over to Tak, who was unbuttoning his jeans,
and placed a hand on the center of Tak's chest, pushing the boy back
onto the couch.

     "Lemme help with that," said Rik.  Tak raised his legs, and Rik
stepped back, tugging the jeans off.  He dropped them to the floor,
spread out with the legs straight, and stepped over them to his slender
twin.  Tak grinned, playfully reached out, and fondled Rik's cock,
saying, "Lemme help with THAT."

     "Sure," said Rik, "but you gotta kiss me first."

     "I can do that," Tak said agreeably.  Tak's arms reached out,
encircled Rik, and pulled him in.  Lips sought, and met, and Tak's
mouth opened slightly, exhaling into his brother's mouth.  Their
tongues explored, their breathing counterpoint one to the other.  As
one, they slid down onto the couch, arms and legs entwined.  Kisses
became nips, teasing, smiling. The boys were too close to focus on
one another's eyes.

     Rik  repositioned himself and directed his attention to his brother's
nipples. He made tiny circles with the tip of his tongue, sucking
noisily, and, then, turning his head sideways, he ran the ridges of his
side teeth over Tak's tender flesh.  Tak groaned and straightened, his
fingers tangling in his brother's hair.  Rik changed nipples.

     He felt Tak's cock pressing against his stomach.  He gave Tak's
other nipple the same gentle torture, and then he moved down to Tak's
waist.  Tak's erection had pushed his briefs outward and upward, and
the fabric caught when Rik pulled on the briefs.  "Ouch," said Tak,
and he reached down to assist.  A short struggle ensued, but soon
Tak's cock was free.  It lay against his belly button, moving slightly
with Tak's breathing and his pulse.  Tak reached for his brother,
pulling him back up atop him.  He stiffened his body, pressing his
heels and shoulders down into the fabric of the couch, making himself
a platform for his brother's weight.  Their young cocks touched,
igniting small pleasures.  Tak wanted to taste his brother's mouth
again, feel his brother's breath within himself, but he also loved the
sensation of chest-to-chest and belly-to-belly contact, of two cocks
pressed together.  Again, their lips touched.  Rik reached down and
encircled both cocks in his right hand.  His fingers found moisture.

     And the phone rang.

     Eyes snapped open.  Lips, chests, hips sprang apart.  In unison,
they regarded the ringing phone with amazement.  Rik blinked, but he
was closer, so he slid a leg off the couch, turned, and reached for the
telephone.

     "Hello?"

     It was their mom.  "Hey, just wanted to make sure that you had
the cell phone number."

     "Aw, mom, it's on the refrigerator, isn't it?"  Rik looked down at
his cock, where a drop of precum glistened.

     "Yeah.  I was really just makin' sure that you guys didn't run wild
as soon as we left. No campfires in the living room, right?"

     "Aw, mom!"  Rik looked at Tak, who was disengaging his twisted
briefs from his right ankle.

     "Anyway, young man, call us if you need us."

     "We will. I love you, mom."  Rik held out the cell phone to Tak,
who yelled, "I love you, too!"

     Rik placed the phone back at his ear.  "I know you do, and your
dad and I love you both.  See you, guys."

     "Bye, mom," said Rik.  Rik switched off the phone and looked
again at his now-deflating member.  He frowned.  "I was gonna get
off," he complained.

     Tak had sat up on the couch, and he was laughing.  "That which
does not kill us only makes us stronger," he intoned.  He stood.  "Let's
get some breakfast and plan out our day, eh?"

     Rik had touched the slit of his cock and brought the single
glistening drop to the tip of his tongue.  He grinned.  Precum in the
morning.  What would Aunt Caroline think?



     The boys had cornflakes with sliced bananas and orange juice for
breakfast.  Throughout the meal, they could not avoid looking at and
grinning at each other.

     "I don't think I've ever sat at this table naked as a jaybird before,"
observed Rik.  "So, whatta you wanna do first?"

     Tak crunched down a spoonful of cereal before replying.  "Balls
to the wall?" he asked.

     "Sure," answered Rik, "but I get footsies."

     Tak frowned briefly, and then shrugged.  "You de boss."

     Rik stood up. "I'll get the dishes, and you get the stuff."

     "Alrighty."

     "But put some clothes on first!"

     "Right."

     "The stuff" was in a canvas bag that the boys had found exploring
the old barn that sat on the edge of their property.  In the bag the boys
had placed their collection of short, soft ropes (presoftened secretly
and dangerously in their mother's washing machine and dryer on
Mother's Day) and two spiked bulldog collars that Tak had found in a
junk store.  Rik had contributed a selection of lightweight chains and
various fasteners from the hardware store and a pair of handcuffs that
he had bought at school from an eleventh grader.  The stuff was
secured up under the rafters in their utility building in the back yard.
To get to it, Tak had to walk around the garage and enter through a
gate at the side.  It was either that or go out the door at the back
porch and then walk all the way around his dad's new (and
inconvenient) privacy fence.  Going out the front was easier.

     Tak shrugged into his pants, hopping stiff-leggedly to pull them
on, and slid his feet into his sneakers.  He disdained pulling his jersey
on for such a brief foray into the world. Outside, he walked around
the garage and suddenly wished he'd put his shirt on.

     Next door, Minsy, the sixteen-year-old daughter of his parent's
sometimes tennis partners, was washing her new car.  She wore
cutoffs that accentuated her shapely butt and a halter top that did
honor to her breasts, which were small and upright, and of which
Minsy was immensely proud.  She grinned, taking in the boy's bare
chest, and waved at Tak.

     "Hiya, Tak.  You ARE Tak, aren't you?"  Minsy liked to be flirty,
and she considered the twins altogether just too cute and altogether
just too perfectly interchangeable.  Sometimes she fantasized about
getting the twins, singly or doubly, in her daddy's hot tub.

     "Hiya, Minsy.  It's me  - the handsome one."

     Minsy's grin widened.  "Oh, then you're Rik!"

     Tak rolled his eyes, conceding the girl's clever rejoinder by
waving again, and walked on to the gate.   At the utility building, he
slipped the locking bar upward and opened the door.  A ladder leaned
against the wall inside.  Tak moved the ladder to the back of the room
and climbed up.  Atop a group of two by fours was the dusty canvas
bag.  Tak retrieved it, leaving the ladder where it was, and walked
back around the garage.

     Minsy eyed the faded canvas bag.  "What you got there?" she
called.

     "Just some stuff," said Tak, and he continued walking.

     Minsy watched him go, watching his back, slender hips and
tight-jeaned ass bobbing as he walked, and she considered her
chances.  If she decided to deploy her not-to-be-denied feminine
charms, she was certain his little naked ass would be hers in the hot
tub, regardless of which one of the twins he was.



     Next to the second floor landing was an alcove where a stuffed
bear had once held a place of honor.  The twin's mother had removed
it before the twins were born and replaced it with two planters.  The
planters were wheeled, and each contained a small house tree.  In the
winter, when the sun was too low on the horizon to reach the alcove,
the twin's mother would roll the trees out onto the landing to receive
sunlight, a procedure which the twins found hilarious.  They called it
"mom walking her tree."  It was on just such a warm winter day, with
the trees out on the landing, that the twins had found the five stout
eyelets in the wall that had once guyed the old bear.  The eyelets were
in an x-pattern.  Tak had immediately grasped the possibilities.

     Rik was rolling the planters to the end of the hallway when Tak
came clumping up the stairs.  He had left his shoes below, but had on
his jeans.  Rik was still naked.  Tak pointed at a place on the floor.
"Here?"

     "Sure."  Tak dumped the contents of the bag, and Rik selected a
length of rope and handed it to Tak.

     "Balls," said Rik.  "But you can keep your pants on.  I like the
way you look in jeans."

     Tak grinned.  "Just like you, you mean.  I see you admiring
yourself in the mirror every morning after you put on your jeans."
Tak unzipped his pants and pulled his cock and balls out.  He looped
the rope twice around his balls and made a knot.  His cock began to
straighten and lift.

     "I admire you, too," said Rik, "and I don't need the mirror for
that."  He was watching Tak, but thinking it was true that he found
tight jeans an immense turn on, even if he was the one wearing them.
Rik chose two more short ropes and tied them to the two higher
eyelets.  Tak approached.

     Rik took the rope attached to Tak's scrotum and threaded it
loosely through a below groin-level eyelet.  "Right wrist," he said, and
Tak proffered his wrist, which Rik tied tightly to an eyelet.  The
process was repeated for the other wrist.  "Okay," said Rik, "you
ready?"

     "Righto."

     "Balls to the wall!" said Rik.  He reached between Tak's legs, took
the end of the rope and drew it outward.  As it came, Tak moved
forward.  The rope at his balls drew him downward and in,
straightening his arms and forcing his knees to bend.  His chest and
knees pressed up against the wall, but his feet moved away.  The
movement lifted his heels from the floor.  He arched his back to
maintain balance and to avoid hanging from the lower rope.  Rik
tugged the rope tight and tied it to one of Tak's belt loops.  "Comfy?"
Rik inquired.

     "Sure!"

     "Hmm," said Rik.  He walked over the pile of stuff and picked up
the two bulldog collars.  "These will look good on you," he said.  "Or
maybe one for you, one for me, eh?"  Rik considered, and then he
wrapped one of the spiked collars around his neck.  The other
one went to his brother.  "You need a gag, don't you?" he asked.

     "Well," Tak said indifferently.  He didn't like being gagged as
much as Rik seemed to like gagging him, and it was work maintaining
his balance.  Besides, he might need to call out.  If he should slip and
if his twin didn't cut him down quickly, then the old family jewels
might get pretty pranged.

     Rik selected a short, frayed cotton rope and brought it over to his
brother.  "Let's see if I can make you giggle," he said, and he took the
frayed rope end and lightly traced a vertical line down his brother's
right flank.  "Hmm, not there today?"  There was a place on Tak's
side (and Rik's, too) which, if lightly touched, caused a small,
reflexive spasm of abdominal muscles.  Rik tried again, and he was
rewarded by a small jump from his brother.  He tracked down the
other side and found the spot there.  Impulsively, he leaned forward
and bit the spot on his brother's left side.  Tak squirmed, surprised, but
did not cry out.

     "Footsies," said Rik, and Tak groaned.  He hated footsies.

     Rik chuckled, lowered himself to the floor and caught up Tak's
right foot in both of his hands.   He pulled it to his mouth and bit
lightly on the center of Tak's sole.  Then he traced his tongue slowly
up the center.  Tak swayed, trying to maintain his precarious
position and not laugh.  Rik sucked on Tak's toes, and then nibbled
the tender part where the sole narrowed.  Tak sucked in a shaky
breath, but still did not laugh.  Rik placed the saliva slickened foot
back on the floor, and reached for the other foot.  Tak had an anxious,
slippery moment until his toes found purchase on the hardwood
flooring, and then Rik was teasing Tak's left foot.  He pursed his lips
and puffed, making imaginary trails and whorls.  He flicked his
tongue.  He left spit trails.  Tak made a series of curious sounds, and
Rik watched Tak's back muscles tense.  Rik traced a fingernail down
the center of Tak's sole.  Tak whimpered, pulled his body upward, and
began to laugh.  Rik laughed, too.  He pulled himself upward and
came to his knees, never releasing his hold on Tak's foot.  He bent
Tak's foot up and up, untied the knot at the belt loop, and looped the
rope around Tak's big toe.

     This altered Tak's predicament.  He might be able to give himself
some slack by pulling his jeans down at the waist.  Tak swayed.  Rik
grinned, and took himself in hand.  His erection was demanding
attention. The tip of his cock was covered in precum.  Rik
spread the moisture downward and began an up and down motion.
Soon he was humming with the effort.

     Tak had recovered some equilibrium.  He twisted his head
sideways.  "Hey," said Tak.  "Are you jacking off?"

     Rik laughed.  "I am."  He shivered, stood quickly, and placed his
dick on the sole of Tak's foot.  No sooner had it made contact than the
contractions started.  Rik gasped as a skein of milky cum pulsed out.
"Whew," said Rik, and then it happened again.  After a third time, Rik
felt the sensations ebb, and he stepped back.  Tak's left foot and toes
were slick with cum.

     "Lemme down?" asked Tak.

     "One sec," said Rik, and then he leaned over and very carefully
licked his cum away.  Finishing, he told Tak, "Never wash that foot
again."

     Tak snorted.

     Rik released him, foot first, and then wrists.  As Tak straightened,
the rope whispered through the eyelet, and dangled between his legs.
He was erect.  Immediately, his hands went to his cock.

     "Un-uh," said Rik.

     "Huh?" said Tak with some confusion.

     "You're not ready yet," said Rik.  "I'm gonna blow you, but I'm
gonna blow you with you hangin' upside down."

     "That didn't work last time we tried," pointed out Tak.

     "I got an idea. We'll use dad's cherry picker."

     Tak pouted, and then he shrugged.  "I'm game."

     "Good."


     Twenty minutes later the boys were in the garage, pushing their
dad's hydraulic engine hoist out from a neglected corner.  Their dad
had purchased a little sports car called a Sunbeam Alpine some years
before and decided to overhaul the engine himself.  The car was
long gone, but, fortunately for the boys, some of the accouterments
lingered.

     "Why didn't we think about this before?" asked Tak.

     "Probably because it's just been sittin' over in that corner so long
that we don't even see it anymore," said Rik, and he pointed at the
piston.  "This part's kinda rusty.  Let's see if it'll pump up."

     A couple of pumps on the handle and the hoist started to rise.
The exposed portion of the hydraulic pump's piston was shiny.  "Good
thing it's been stored in the down position, huh?"

     "Yep," said Tak. "You ready for me to get naked now?"

     "Sure," said Rik, "then lay down on your back and hold your legs
straight up."  For this task, Rik had selected a heavy rope.  Tak slid
out of his jeans.  His cock spiraled lazily.  In a moment he was in
position.

     Rik wrapped several loops of the stout rope around Tak's ankles
and then he tied it between.  From the excess he fashioned a doubled
loop and retied it firmly to the center.  He slid the big loop into the
crane's hook, and then he reached for the handle.  "Ready?" he
asked.

     Tak looked at his legs and the end of the boom looming above his
bound ankles.  "I guess so," he said.

     "Here goes."  Rik started to pump, and the boom rose as the
piston extended.  Rik watched Tak's ass get light and start to rise.
Tak, for his part, pressed his palms down against the concrete floor
and tried to scoot his upper body forward in synchrony with the
rising boom.  As things progressed, he found that he was first on his
palms, and then his elbows, and then on his shoulder blades, and then
his hands were above his head, protecting it.  Rik continued pumping
until Tak was stretched taut.  Tak was looking a little worried.

      "Lift your arms off the floor and give it a try," ordered Rik.

     Tak bent his head forward, looking along his body's centerline to
his cock, knees, and the knots at his ankles.  "I'm afraid to let go," he
said.

     "Well, do it gradually," suggested Rik, stepping around to get a
view of his brother.  Rik's erection matched Tak's.  Tak's belly button
was just under the head of Tak's penis, but Rik imagined that it looked
elongated.

     Tak slowly lifted a hand, and rebalanced on one hand.  The ropes
creaked but held.  He carefully lifted his other hand for a second and
then put both back down.  The ropes held.  He tried both at the same
time.  Again the ropes held.  He looked at his ankles and then arched
his neck back to look at the floor.  It seemed a long way away.

     Rik had another rope.  "Put your hands behind your back," he
said.

     "I don't know about that," said Tak.

     "Come on," Rik urged.  "Without your hands tied, you can reach
the release valve, and then it wouldn't be real."

     Tak realized unassailable logic when he heard it, but that floor
was still a long way off.  Slowly he complied.  Rik quickly secured
Tak's wrists.  Tak looked again at his feet and saw that his toes were
clinched.  He tried to force them to relax, but they were rigid.  Rik
moved to the front and reached for Tak's cock.  As he did so, his cock
poked Tak in his face.

     "Unh!" complained Tak. "Right in my eye!"

     "Sorry," said Rik, but he didn't sound sorry.  He touched his
tongue to the slit of Tak's penis, where a salty drop had gathered.  He
examined the base of the head and nibbled at the tender lip there.  He
drew the organ into his mouth and deliberately raked his upper teeth
over the nexus of nerve endings at the base of the glans.

     "Hey, not nice!" complained Tak.

     Rik pursed his lips, took as much of Tak's length as he could
tolerate, and breathily exhaled onto Tak's balls.  Then he pulled back,
feeling the veins passing under his lips, and retraced forward.  Tak
grunted approval.  Rik soon had a rhythm going.  On the downstroke,
he would do a quick reversal, exhale through his nose, inhale through
his mouth and then seal his lips and suck his cheeks in.  As the glans
approached inside his mouth, he would twist his head slightly, giving
a small additional impetus to each movement.

     Tak was on a spirit walk.  The delicious sensations started in his
belly and became amplified.  Soon he was swaying with the rhythm.

     Rik hunkered down.  Below, his cock was swimming in Tak's
vision.  Rik took Tak's balls in one hand and pulled to keep the skin
from wrinkling in his mouth.  He could hear Tak's raspy breathing.
Rik closed his eyes and concentrated on keeping the rhythm going.

     Soon the sensations overwhelmed Tak's nervous system, and he
came in a frosty convulsion that deposited his semen far back in his
brother's throat.  Rik felt it pulse against his tongue.  As he withdrew
another pulse hit him, and this time it was on his taste buds and
he could taste it.  A third pulsation was spent spurting cum on Tak's
inverted chest.  Rik had stepped back to watch.  He noticed how
reddened Tak's chest had become.  He saw a fourth blast gather.  He
saw Tak's mouth open to cry out his pleasure.  This blast was to be
the last, and it was not so easily accomplished.  Tak's knees bent,
pulling him upward.  Rik watched the convulsion distort Tak's belly,
and then slowly, achingly, spend itself in a single shudder.

     And then Tak was spent, too.  His legs relaxed and he dipped
precariously, swaying on the ropes.  He kept his eyes closed, savoring
the moment, but all-too-soon it was gone, and only a memory
remained that ghosted small pleasures in the recesses of his mind.

     And then he began to hurt.  With the last spurt, he suddenly
became aware of the pain at his ankles.  "Hey," he said, "lemme
down!"

     "Alrighty," said Rik, and he twisted his brother's body around as if
it were a side of beef hanging on the butcher's rack.  A tug released
the slip knot that he had placed at his brother's wrists.  Tak
immediately reached downward and pushed upward to relieve the
pressure on his ankles.  He said, "Oh, boy!"

     "You okay?" asked Rik, as he cracked the valve and the boom
slowly started to descend.

     "Yeah, it was neat," said Tak.  "But we gotta come up with some
kinda padding for the ankles."  In a minute, his back was flat on the
floor and Rik was working on his bindings.  Tak noticed the cum
streaked across his chest and belly, and raked it off with the side of
his hand, which he then licked.  Mmm.  Finger-licking good.

     It was a relief to lie flat.  He still had the sensation of ropes at his
ankles.  He looked at Rik.  "Wanna go?"

     "Nah," said Rik, "I think we oughta go lay out for a while."  He
touched Tak's ass.  "Get rid of these tan lines."

     Tak's brow wrinkled.  "Howdaya get rid of 'em?"

     "I'll show you," said Rik.


     Twenty minutes later, the two fifteen-year-old twins had their
beach towels, suntan lotion, and a pitcher of lemonade out on the lawn
in the back yard.  They had a little fun with the sunblock, and then
they showed their paler parts to the sky.

                        Closer Than Ever

     "Wanna take a shower?" asked Rik.  The boys had spent a hour in
the sun, had left their beach towels carelessly tossed in a pile on the
back porch, and were now standing in the kitchen.  Their naked bodies
glistened from perspiration and sunblock.

     Tak had the refrigerator open and was peering inside.  The cold
air from the fridge against his bare skin felt good.   "We probably
oughta, I guess," he mumbled.  "Whattaya want for lunch?"

     "What's in there?"  Rik found a grass clipping adhered to the top
of his right foot and bent down to brush it off.

     "Spaghetti, from last night," said Tak. "And some turkey that I
don't remember."

     "Probably from last Thanksgiving," said Rik.  "Let's wash up first,
and then maybe make something."

     "Alrighty."  Tak said agreeably, as he pushed the door closed.
"Why not use the big bath?"  The big bath was the downstairs master
bath.  Forbidden.  Their parent's domain.

     Rik lifted a shoulder and grinned.  "Why not?  A bubble bath?"

     "Nah," said Tak.  "Let's get into those bath oils mom keeps in the
cabinet.  Frank says they're an aphrodisiac."  Frank, or Francis, was
the twin's older brother.  He was off at summer school at college, after
flubbing a required math course during the regular semester.

     "Ha," said Rik, as he started toward the master bath.  "Frank also
says that we're a genetic experiment."  Benny, their father, was a
research scientist at the National Institutes of Health genetic diseases
division.  Sibling Frank liked to tease the twins that they had been
brewed in a test tube.

     "Which is reasonable," said Tak, trailing after.  "We did turn out
damn fine, didn't we?"

     "That's true," said Rik, as he opened the door of their parents'
bedroom.  To the left was the master bath.  To the right was an
antique canopied bed.   Straight ahead, dominating the room, was a
smaller version of the fireplace in the living room.   Rik led into the
bath.  "You run the bath, and I'll get some oil."

     "Alrighty."  Tak plopped his naked ass on the marble steps and
reached for the controls.   As the flow began, he pressed his palm
against the ceramic of the large bath tub. It was surprisingly cool.

     Rik was examining his mom's colored bath oils.  He pulled a top
off, sniffed, sneezed, and put it back.  He tried another and another.
He poured some in his palm and rubbed it on his tummy.  Third time
lucky.  Rik padded over to the bath.

     Tak had slid over the edge and was sitting on his knees in the
rising water.  "Do we put it in the water or on us?" he asked.

     Rik looked thoughtful. "In the water, I think.  If was body oil, it'd
go on us."  Rik upended the bottle and poured out half of the contents.
Then he folded himself in an identical position.

     Tak sniffed and said, "Doesn't smell like an aphrodisiac," which
caused Rik to snort, "What would you know about that?"

     Tak eyed his brother.  "I know what I like, and I know what gets
me up."

     Rik reached for a soap bar.  "That'd be me. Turn around and I'll
wash your back."

     When Tak had turned, Rik sudsed and rinsed Tak's back side from
the crack of his ass to the nape of his neck.  He ran his fingertips
along the bumps of Tak's spine and felt the ridges of Tak's ribs
moving under his fingers as Tak breathed.  He drew whirls of soap
trails in the tangle of hair at Tak's armpits.

     When the water level reached Tak's belly button, he reached out
and turned the water off.  A strong scent of bathing oil surrounded the
boys.  It reminded Tak of going down the perfume aisle at the drug
store.  He looked over his shoulder.  "Want me to wash your back?"
he asked.

     "Nah.  Not yet.  Turn around," said Rik.

     As Tak turned, he saw that Rik, his insatiable twin, was hard
again.  Rik was standing on his knees, so Tak did the same.  Rik
reached for Tak's cock.  He considered masturbating his brother,
wondering what fresh cum would look like underwater, but then
decided just to tease Tak.

     And tease Tak he did.  Running his fingers around Tak's balls and
through the sparse furze of hair between Tak's scrotum and anus, Rik
soon had the boy erect.  He pressed his thumb on the nexus at the
base of Tak's glans and made gentle whirls, while studiously
avoiding the up and down movement that would make Tak's engorged
member explode.

     He continued for another minute, and then told Tak to sit and
rinse. As Tak sat down, his cock protruded above the water level.  Rik
stretched out sideways and lay down in the water, mostly submerged.
He gave his own cock a few tugs, just to keep it interested, but his
eyes were on his brother.

     Tak slid into the water at Rik's side, but belly down.  He came up
with his hair streaming, his skin gleaming, and his mouth smiling.
Rik gave Tak the soap bar and turned and sat on his knees.  While
Tak soaped Rik's back, he had an idea.

     "Hey, you wanna try that total bondage we talked about?  We got
plenty enough time to experiment with it."

     Rik looked over his shoulder.  "Who gets the cuffs?"

     "Me.  You're not coordinated enough to deal with them."

     Rik snorted.

     "And we could use the camcorder, too," said Tak.  "Make another
x-rated video."

     Rik lay down in the water and rolled over like a seal.  He was
always interested in adding to their small but very explicit collection
of home movies.  He answered with his eyes wide.  "I'm game."


     At Rik's suggestion, they set up their gear in Frank's room, where
a large, full-length mirror would allow them to observe themselves.
Rik fiddled with the camcorder, adjusting it to take in the bed, the
mirror, and the dresser.  Tak ducked downstairs and came back with
three plastic pull-ties, which he placed on the bed beside the other
devices that they intended to use.  On the bed were dog collars, a
small padlock, the handcuffs, and lots of ropes.

     Rik padded over and indicated the pull-ties.  "What are those for?"

     Tak grinned. "You'll see.  Ready to get started?"

     "Sure."

     Tak patted the bed, indicating where Rik should sit.  "Hands
behind your back."

     When Rik complied, Tak quickly and expertly tied his wrists
together.  Rik tried the ropes - he was bound tightly.  Tak stood,
walked over to the dresser and placed the handcuff key there.  Then
he looked at the camcorder, saw that the red recording light was on,
and returned to the bed.  Rik had turned around.  Already, his cock
was thumping against his belly button.

     "I think this'd be easiest with you on the floor to start," said Tak.
"Sit with your legs out, facing me."

     "Okay.  Don't forget the collars."

     "I won't."  While Rik moved to the floor, Tak selected two short
ropes.  Leaning over, he tied his left ankle to Rik's right ankle, and
then repeated the process for the other side. "Can you stand up for
me?"

     "Alrighty."  Rik had to lean forward to stand up.  His head
touched Tak's chest as he rose.

     Tak picked two more ropes and bound their knees together below
the joint. He was still seated, but now was required to stand.  He
reached for the collars and put Rik's on first. He positioned the big
loop under his twin's chin, and then did the same for himself.  Then
he reached for the tie-pulls.  He fashioned one into a big loop and the
other two into smaller loops.

     Rik watched with interest, but was beginning to get a glimmer of
his "balls-to-the-wall" brother's idea.  He nodded with satisfaction
when Tak slipped the big loop around his own scrotum and pressed
tightly against Rik.  He reached down with his other hand and
maneuvered the loop around Rik's balls.  When it was positioned, he
pulled the tail and constricted the loop.

     Tak felt the plastic pulling against his balls, which pressed up to
Rik's, and he felt his balls moved around in their constricted space.  It
wasn't exactly painful - more a delicious ache.  He looked at Rik's
lazy smile, and reached for another pull-tie.  This one he used to
secure their cocks together at their bases.  He pulled it tight.  The
third one Tak placed around their cock heads.

     "Whattaya think?" asked Tak.

     "Pretty cool," answered Rik.  "Where'd you get this idea?"

     "Saw dad using 'em to fix mom's bike."  Tak wrapped a rope high
around the top of his and Rik's thigh, repeated it for the other side,
and then tied a rope around their waists.  Their chests were separated
by a hand's breathe, and when Tak fashioned a figure eight above
and below their armpits, that distance disappeared.  Tak reached for
the padlock, but their positions were so rigid now that both twins had
to lean sideways.  Tak noted the difficulty involved and used the
opportunity to slide the handcuffs to the edge of the bed.  He took a
moment to push the cuffs over center in what he hoped was a
convenient position.

     "If we're not careful," said Rik, "we're gonna end up on the floor."

     "Hmm," said Tak.  "I kinda wanted to try that."  He slid the
padlock around the loops in the collars and snapped it into place.  His
right cheek was pressed against Rik's left.  The twins' bondage was
now nearly complete.  All that was left was for Tak to place the
handcuffs on himself.

     The right one went easily enough.  Tak simply reached up above
his and Rik's head and snapped it into place.  The left one proved
difficult.  Tak could just barely get his right thumb holding the left
cuff, but when he tried to press his left wrist into the cuff, the cuffs
would move away from his supporting thumb and the left cuff would
fall free.

     Tak fumbled with it for several minutes, and a sense of
disappointment began to settle on him.  Then, not willing to give up,
he had an idea.  He said, "Let's move over to the bed post.  I'm havin'
trouble with this cuff."

     "Alrighty," said Rik.  The bed post was a lateral movement away.
Easy enough.

     Not so easy after all, Rik concluded a minute later.  With the
collars holding him tightly against his brother, Rik could not see the
bed post on Tak's left, but he could see the bed post on Tak's right.
Tak could see the bed post on his left out of the corner of his left
eye.

     Both twins attempted to move toward opposite bed posts.  The
result was no movement.

     "Why aren't you moving?" asked Tak.

     "Why aren't YOU moving?" asked Rik.

     Tak sighed.  The plastic ties pulled against his manhood and
constrained his hardness.  He could not even see the mirror.

     "You want the bed post by the wall, right?" said Rik.

     "No, the one by the dresser."

     "Alrighty.  You lead, I'll follow."

     This produced movement, but it was still not as easy as Rik
imagined it would be.  There was enough slack in the ropes to allow a
bit of relative movement to exist if they were not very careful.  This
produced a painful tug at the twin's balls.  Rik felt the plastic band
pressing against his left ball, and this made him very careful.

     Tak pressed his bare butt up against the bed post and after a
couple of minutes of repetitive effort was rewarded by the sound of
the cuff snapping into place.  He felt the cool metal encircle his wrist.

     Rik had been watching his brother's progress in the mirror.  He
could see his twin's entire left side and took note of the ropes at ankle,
knee, thigh, waist, and shoulder.  He saw the long line of leg and
torso.  The spikes of the dog collar, actually not very painful at his
neck, protruded through Tak's almond hair.  It was sexy as hell.

     Tak grinned when the cuff finally went on.   They had achieved
their purpose: they were bound together at every point.  Although his
feet were slightly offset from Rik's, which they had to be for them to
be able to stand, their bondage was satisfyingly symmetrical.

     Already, a layer of perspiration was forming at the points of
contact between the boys.  Tak felt it as a slipperiness at chest and
thigh.  One of the sharp ends of a roll-tie was pressed up against his
right upper thigh, but Tak tried to ignore it.  It was a small irritant in
a case of wonderful bondage.

     "Do you know what's wrong with this?" asked Rik.

     "It hurts?"

     "Nope."

     "You can't jerk off?"

     "I can't kiss you!"

     "Oh."

     "Or jerk off."

     Tak laughed.  When he laughed, he felt the cocks pressed up
against his belly.  Tak said, "Let's move over to the mirror."

     "Alrighty."  Rik and Tak quickly got the hang of moving together.
Rik marveled at the sensation of full body contact.

     Tak got an eyeful of himself and his twin.  The ropes at Rik's
wrists looked better than the thin gleam of handcuffs, Tak thought, but
they were a pretty fetching pair secured together by themselves.

     "Let's move out for the camera, too," offered Rik.

     Tak was still looking in the mirror.  "You've got a great ass," he
said.

     "Thanks.  So do you.  And great legs, feet, tummy, shoulders,
mouth, eyes, hair, and armpits."

     "Damn. We're a piece of work," said Tak admiringly.

     And the phone rang.

     "Ow! It's mom checking up on us again," said Rik.

     "Let's ignore it," suggested Tak.

     "Nah. Then she'd think that we left the house."

     "Okay," Tak conceded.   The phone was on the dresser - four
short sidling steps away.  Tak reached for the speakerphone button.
Rik, over his shoulder answered.

     "Hello?"

     It was their Aunt Caroline.  "Hi.  How are my favorite boys?"

     "Just fine, Caroline."  Tak was rubbing his left ankle against Rik's.
He had a great view of Tak's back and ass in the smaller dresser
mirror.

     "You sound like you're in a tunnel.  Are you on a speakerphone?
Is this Tak?"

     "It's Rik, but Tak's here, too, and it IS a speaker.  You wanna talk
to him?"

     "Silly. I can talk to you both.  I heard that your folks have flown
the coop for the weekend."

     "Yep.  Be back tomorrow night."

     "Oh, I'll just bet you two are suffering, all by yourselves there."

     "Yes, ma'am," said Rik, thinking that they were indeed suffering,
but their aunt would fail to understand the pleasure they found in
mutual suffering.

     Caroline laughed.  "Anyway, why I called, I was wondering if my
favorite boys might want to go out for pizza tonight."

     Tak spoke, naming their favorite pizza joint, "At Pizza Bash?"

     "Sure, if that's where you guys wanna go.  I might even let you
taste my beer, if you're good."

     Rik was scandalized.  "Aunt Caroline!" he scolded.  Benny, their
dad, was a recovering alcoholic for nineteen years - he had placed the
bottle aside the year that Frank was born.

     Caroline laughed.  "I'll pick you up at six.  Okay?"

     "Alrighty," said Rik. "Bye." The phone emitted a loud click and
then a dial tone.  Tak's fingers searched for the button.

     "Well," said Tak, "that takes care of supper."

     "Let's go get in front of the camera," said Rik.

     "Alrighty."

     The twins shuffled into the middle of the room and posed for the
baleful eye of the camcorder, and then Tak wanted to try the bed.
There seemed to be no graceful way to do it, so they finally settled for
toppling sideways into the bed.  This made for some hilarity and for
Rik being on the bottom with his hands tightly pressed against the bed
cover.

     "See if you can roll over," suggested Rik.

     "Sure."  This maneuver, too, was produced with some difficulty.
Rik pressed his bound hands against the bed, and Tak held his hands
as high as he could to obtain some leverage.  With that, and twisting
their hips, their gained the rotational impetus to roll onto their sides.

     "This is neat," said Tak.  He lifted his left leg as high as he could,
and, of course, Rik's leg went with his.  Without communicating, Rik
matched this move, stretching their legs into the air.  Only Tak could
actually see it, but he admired the line that the bound limbs made.
"Point your toes," he told Rik.

     "You know what I wanna do?" asked Rik.

     "What?"

     "Get fucked."

     Tak said nothing for several seconds.  He stood, matching breaths
with his brother, feeling the slickness of body pressed against body
and the dull, pleasant ache at his balls and even the pointed plastic
strap pressing against his thigh.  He considered.  He understood that
his brother meant really get fucked: anal intercourse.  It was a step
that the twins had never taken.  Finally, Tak spoke.  "We'd have to get
cleaned out."

     "Yeah," said Rik.  They had discussed this topic previously, and
both agreed that before a cock went in, shit had to come out.  "I know
where mom keeps the enema bag."

     "That's a douche bag," said Tak.

     "What's the difference?"

     Tak was stumped.  "I dunno," he conceded.  "But I remember that
mom put something in it when I got that enema when I was
constipated.  We were, what, six?"

     "Thereabouts, I guess," said Rik.  "You said it wasn't any fun."

     "It was just weird, I guess," said Tak.  "When would you want to
be doing this?"

     "This afternoon," said Rik. "Before Aunt Caroline comes."

     "Then we'd better get started," said Tak.

     "How are we gonna get off the bed?" asked Rik.

     "Hmm," said Tak.  "That's a good question."

     Several attempts ensued, but the final solution was inelegant.
They stuck their legs over the edge of the bed and scooted themselves
across the bed cover with their bound hands. At length more of them
was off the bed than was on the bed, and they slowly toppled out of
the bed onto their feet.

     Getting the handcuff key into the cuff was also difficult, but was
finally achieved with Tak manipulating the key and Rik watching in
the mirror giving directions.  Then they had to sidle back to the bed to
get the padlock key.  After the collars were released, Tak quickly
removed the rope around their upper bodies.  For the first time in
more than two hours, their chests and tummies were free.

     Here they ran into a problem.

     "Uh," said Tak, "we got a little problem."

     "What?"

     "I didn't bring anything to cut the pull-ties with."

     "Oh. Whattaya need?"

     "Scissors," said Tak.

     "There's some in my desk."

     "Alrighty."  Tak decided that with the pull-ties still holding them
together, he had better leave the other ropes at thigh, knee, and ankle
to help keep them in alignment.

     It was a slow process moving from Frank's bedroom to the twins
bedroom, but they finally arrived and Tak got the scissors.  A minute
later, they were free, but not without Rik telling Tak to be careful
where he was snipping.  It was a strange sensation as Rik's balls
settled into their normal positions.  He looked down at his erect cock.
There were two distinct marks where the plastic ties had been.

     Rik turned around to offer his bound hands to Tak.  Tak looked
carefully, pinched the web between thumb and forefinger, and said,
"That looks okay."

     "Aren't you gonna untie me?" asked Rik.

     "Nah," answered Tak.  "I'm gonna take you into the bathroom, and
I'm gonna stick a tube up your pretty ass, and I'm gonna flush you
out."

     "Oh," said Rik.

     "I'll go get the stuff, and you go try to dump something before we
get started.  It might make it less messy."

     "Alrighty," said Rik, trying to remember if he had ever had a
bowel movement before while his hands were tied.  Who was gonna
wipe his ass?  "Hey!" called Rik.  "Get the camera, too."



                         Gettin' Flushed

     "I've got a surprise for you," said Tak, rounding the corner into
the twins' bathroom.

     "Oh?" asked Rik.  He was sitting sideways on the toilet.  Sitting
conventionally with one's hands tied behind one's back does not work
well on the toilet.

     "Look," said Tak. A length of chain was draped over his
shoulders, but from his hand dangled what looked to Rik like a shoe
lace stuck through a red rubber ball.  "It's a ball gag," explained Tak.
"I made it by sticking one of mom's big needles through this ball."

     "Mmm," said Rik noncommittally.  "That's very nice."

     "Before we try it on for size, did you dump anything?"

     "Not a thing. I guess those corn flakes haven't made their way
through yet."  Rik was not too happy about the idea of the ball gag,
but he was usually the one who wanted to gag Tak.  How could he
now complain?

     "Open wide," ordered Tak.  He pushed the ball into Rik's mouth
and tied the ends of the shoelace together behind Rik's head.  He
pulled the ends tight, and then he went around to inspect his
handiwork.  Rik did not look too excited, but the juxtaposition of wide
blue eyes and red ball gag was striking.  It also filled Tak with a
sense of power over his brother.  If Rik submitted to enforced silence,
he would submit to virtually anything.

     And Tak had a few other things in mind.

     "Get up in the bath tub," said Tak.  Rik gave him a look like
"now what?" but complied. "Step off the mat, too," said Tak, and then
he pulled the anti-slip shower mat up.  It made a ripping sound as the
suction feet came free.  Tak set the mat aside.

     Then Tak looked at Rik.  On Rik's face was a question.  "In case
of accidents," said Tak, to which Rik nodded. He wondered what Tak
planned to do with the chain. "Be right back," said Tak, and he left
the room.

     Rik was beginning to feel a little bit exposed.  Not normally self-
conscious about either nudity or experimentation, the enormity of what
they were about to do weighed on his mind.  He was willingly
standing tied up, naked as a jaybird, in his bath tub, with a red rubber
ball in his mouth, while his brother was about to stick up a tube up
his ass.  Then they were gonna fuck each other in the ass. There was
something wrong with this picture, thought Rik.

     Tak walked back in, carrying their mother's douche kit. He went
to the sink rather than the tub and adjusted the water temperature. Not
having any idea how much water to use, he simply filled the bag.  He
then held the bag over his head, thumbed the plastic crimp valve, and
observed the nozzle.  A diamond-shaped spray issued forth.  Tak
nodded, satisfied, and thumbed on the crimp.

     He needed lubricant.  Under the sink was a container of petroleum
jelly that the boys often used for masturbating. He dipped the nozzle
into the jelly and rotated it.  Then he took the douche kit and the
petroleum jelly over to the tub, and he climbed in beside his brother.

     To Rik, the nozzle looked somewhat larger than he had imagined
that it would be.  Tak hung the bag on the shower curtain rod.  To
Rik, it seemed to be bulging with evil intent.

     Tak knelt behind Rik, dipped his finger into the petroleum jelly,
and told Rik to spread his legs and lean forward.  Lightly, Tak
touched Rik's puckered anus.  The twins possessed a minimum of
bodily hair, and this area was free of it.  Tak lubricated the area,
dipping his finger well into his brother.  It was time for the nozzle.

     "Here goes," said Tak, and he plunged the nozzle into Rik.  His
thought was that if Rik's rear could take his length, it could surely
take the full extent of the nozzle.  Tak put the hose in his brother's
bound hands. "Hold that," he said, and reached for the crimp.

     Rik waited.  At first, there was no sensation, and then a tendril.
He felt coolness moving into him.  He felt it march along his spine,
making him shiver, and he felt it invading his belly.  It seemed to be
flowing into his cock, too, Rik observed when he looked down.  His
cock was rising.  He felt a dribble leak down his left leg, and he
wondered if it was from the hose leaking or from him leaking.

     Tak prodded the bag with a finger and found it three-quarters full.
It seemed to be taking much longer to empty than he had anticipated.

     Rik felt almost as if he had over-eaten.  There was an
overwhelming sensation of fullness in him.  So far, there was no great
discomfort, but the fullness was increasing...

     "Try standing up straight, Rik.  Maybe it's running so slow
because you're bending over."

     Rik straightened his back, and found that the new sensation he
experienced was decidedly unpleasant.  He thought he felt a slosh
inside his tummy.

     Tak moved to Rik's front and immediately noticed Rik's engorged
member.  It was nodding slightly, in time with Rik's pulse.  Rik's
stance was wide, his shoulders slumped, and he looked at Tak with a
worried expression.   Tak touched Rik's lower belly, feeling the
flesh there cool from the fluid inside.

     Rik was becoming increasingly concerned.  There was no longer
the feeling of icy tendrils reaching into his belly.  It had become the
rumblings of full gastrointestinal discontent.  He was full.  Soon, he
would have to GO!

     Tak went back to prod the bag again.  It was almost empty.  It
was time to remove the nozzle.  Tak grasped it, but forgot to close the
crimp-valve.  When he pulled it out of Rik, it sprayed the last of its
contents out in four distinct jets that doused the insides and backs of
Rik's legs as well as the front of Tak's legs.

     Rik immediately turned and made as if to step out of the tub.
"Whoa, there, guy!" said Tak.  "You gotta let it sort of, uh, percolate
in there for a while."

     Rik looked at his brother in disbelief. PERCOLATE?  If he let it
percolate any longer, he was gonna EXPLODE!  Right there in the
bath tub!  There'd be shit EVERYWHERE!  Percolate?  Of all the
stupid shit he'd ever heard from his brother, that was about the
stupidest!

     Tak placed a hand on his brother's shoulder.  "Come on, let's try
to hold it for just one minute.  Come on, you can do that!  I'll count
for you.  One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi..."

     Okay, Rik decided, Tak obviously didn't know what he was
messing with.  If Rik couldn't control it, if he just exploded, he was
gonna make sure that he exploded directly on his idiot brother.

     "Twenty-four Mississippi, twenty-five Mississippi..."

     Was this really necessary anyway? wondered Rik.  Couldn't they
just use a condom?  Wouldn't that achieve the same effect?

     "Forty-one Mississippi.  You're beginning to look a little green
around the edges there, Rik. You still okay?  Forty-two Mississippi..."

     I could give him a head butt and knock him out, thought Rik, and
then jump out of the tub onto the john. Hmm, maybe jumping ain't
exactly the technique I want.  Maybe I'll just SMOOTHLY step out of
here and go over there...

     "Fifty-nine Mississippi, and that wasn't so bad, was it?"

     Rik said something muffled that had the same intonation and
number of syllables as "dumb shit" and then he gingerly stepped over
the edge of the tub.  As soon as both feet were on the floor, he turned
around and aimed for the commode.

     And just barely made it.  No sooner had his few, sparse ass hairs
touched the seat than his bowels erupted and his anus trumpeted.  A
lumpy, hot stream splashed into the commode, so quickly and with
such force that Rik could feel his lower body vibrate.  Rik hunched
forward and grunted into his gag.  It tasted like rubber.

     While Rik was busy seemingly voiding his innards into the
commode, Tak had refilled the enema bag and slipped the nozzle into
himself.  As a precaution, he, too, went to stand in the tub as the bag
emptied.

     Rik was discovering that he was going to be there for a while.
Just when the flow seemed stanched, his guts would rumble and a new
outpouring would erupt.  In between bouts, he turned his head to look
at Tak.  Tak was standing in the bath tub, idly fingering his erect
cock.  When he saw Rik looking, he grinned and waved.  Rik saw the
enema bag, and his gaze followed the hose down.

     He's not gonna get MY commode, thought Rik savagely as
another blast escaped his rear.  He exhaled so forcefully that his
nostrils flared.

     This ain't so bad, thought Tak.  I could do this all day long.
Hmm...

     And the worse part, thought Rik, is that this was my idea.  And
his stomach rumbled and another blast escaped.  At least, the fluids
leaving him now were smooth.  He hadn't felt a lump for several
blasts now.

     Tak was trying to remember how much water his mother had put
in the bag when he was six.  Did it all come from a small bottle?
Maybe she hadn't filled the bottle at all.  Of course, he was at least
twice and maybe three times the size now than he was then.  Tak
looked at Rik, who was obviously having a labored movement.
Maybe I'm using too much, thought Tak.  Maybe I oughta stop right
here.  He felt of the bag - it was half-full.  Tak looked again at Rik,
and then he reached out and turned off the flow.  After all, thought,
Tak, there is such a thing as too much of a good thing...

     Tak took down the enema bag and let it slosh out on the floor of
the tub.  Then he padded over to stand in front of his brother.
Elaborately, he stretched.  "There's really not much to it, is there?" he
asked Rik, who glared at him.  "You gonna be done there any
time soon?"

     Rik shook his head emphatically.  Tak leaned over, and before Rik
could react, removed the chain from his shoulders and wrapped it
around Rik's ankles. He secured it with an adjustable link.  "Since you
won't be going anywhere for a while," said Tak, "I'll let you watch
this chain for me.  Okey-dokey?"

     Rik struggled against the chains, but his ankles were tightly
bound.  He looked daggers at Tak and said something into the gag
with the same intonation and number of syllables as "ass-wipe".

     Tak straightened up. "Funny it seems to be affecting you this
much," he said.  "I don't feel any urgency at all."  With that, he patted
his belly.  "I'll come check on you in a little while," he said,
and then he walked out of the room.

     And immediately accelerated, taking rapid, small steps directly to
the nearest commode, which was the one in Frank's room on the
opposite end of the hall.  On the way, he snagged the remote control
of Frank's television and turned it on.  He could see it through the
bath room door's opening, and he somehow felt that he might be there
for a while...


     Rik had finally gotten up from the toilet, and he was studying the
ropes at his wrists in the bath room mirror.  He rubbed his wrists on
the corner of the sink cabinet.  If he could slide the ropes down just a
little, he could slide his wrists under his ass and thus escape.  Then he
would deal with his twin brother.  He was either gonna beat the shit
out of him, or fuck him.  Or maybe both...


     Rik eventually got the ropes in front of him, and went to work on
them with his teeth.  He could hear the television in the other room.
Amazingly, Tak had given himself the same treatment and had gone to
watch television.  Or had he?  Rik had his suspicions.  He was
tugging on a knot with his teeth when Tak walked in.

     "Hey, bro!" said Tak. "I didn't tie you up very well, did I?"  Tak
knelt to remove the chains at Rik's ankles. Rik tugged the right knot
and his hands were free.  He rubbed his wrists and looked down at
Tak, wondering if he wanted to beat the shit out of him.

     Tak unwrapped the chain.  "I, uh, I been sitting on the commode
in Frank's room," Tak admitted. He squatted on his heels and looked
up at Rik.  "How you wanna do this?"

     Painfully, thought Rik as he was reaching behind his head for the
knot in the gag's shoelace, but when he looked at his brother's earnest,
chagrined faced, he felt ashamed.  Painfully is not how he imagined it.
Lovingly.  That was how it should be.

     "With lots of foreplay," said Rik, after a pause.

     Tak nodded.  He extended a hand to his brother, who
pulled him upright, and then led him to his own bed.



                           Watching


     Minsy was bored.  There was nothing worth watching on the
television, even with all the new channels that her daddy had
subscribed to.  She had spent the morning and early afternoon
pampering her new car, washing and towel-drying it, but now the
task was all finished.  Her car was tucked snugly in the garage,
patiently and obediently waiting for her to actually go somewhere.

     And so here was she.  All by herself, tucked snugly in the home
of her childhood, sixteen years old, with her entire life ahead of her,
waiting for something to happen.  Minsy was bored.  Her parents were
at the club, doing tennis doubles with the husband and wife team of a
business associate of her dad.  Shandra and Melony, her best friends
in the world, were off at camp, a diversion that this summer Minsy,
thinking of herself as now too adult, had disdained.  Now, she wished
that she had gone.

     She was standing on the hallway of the second floor, looking at
the trap door that led to the attic, considering.  It would be hot up
there, and she had no particular reason to go into the attic other than
boredom and a young girl's natural inclination to plunder.

     Minsy reached out and pulled the rope of the trap door, and then
stepped sideways as the counterbalanced door opened and the ladder
tumbled out.  With the side of her hand, she pushed a damp sprig of
hair out of her face, and she peered up the ladder into the attic.  It was
dark.  Mystery beckoned.

     Into the gloom ascended Minsy.  Heat struck her face.  She felt
perspiration trickle past her left armpit.  Her fingers groped around the
opening.  Where was that light switch?  Ah...

     Rows of rafters were overhead.  Along the narrower walls were
stacked cardboard boxes and retired furniture.  A dresser with a
cracked mirror sat by a set of fifties-style dinette chairs.  A dress-
maker's dummy stood in a corner, although Minsy had never seen her
mother so much as lift a needle.  The two long walls were dominated
by dusty dormer windows.  Between the windows were big plastic
containers that contained Christmas decorations and other stored,
seldom-needed supplies.  Long metal shelving units held out-of-date
magazines, old power tools, and supplanted kitchen appliances.

     It should have been chaos, thought Minsy, but it was orderly, as
everything in her life was orderly.

     Minsy walked over to the dresser, lifted a dinette chair out of the
stack, and sat to peruse herself in the cracked mirror.  Overall, she
liked what she saw.  Wide-set green eyes in a field of few freckles,
flowing auburn hair, and a slightly pixie-upturned nose. Full lips,
descending from a pouty center to a shapely taper.  Nice lips.  Nice
face.  It, thought Minsy, was an open and honest face.  Interesting.
Alluring, even.

     Minsy reached behind her back and released the two buttons that
held her halter top.  She dipped her left shoulder and pushed the
garment down, exposing her left breast.  This skin was pale.  The sun
had never caressed this flesh.  A shapely pink nipple, high and a little
to the side, floated in a sea of freckles.  She pushed the material away
from her right breast.  The halter top fell to her lap.  She stuck her
elbows out and cupped her breasts.  Her nipples, always so
marvelously eager to demonstrate interest, became engorged under the
tender ministrations of her fingers.  She looked from her breasts to the
mirror, and then she laughed.  Soon, she would be touching herself if
she didn't stop.

     And why not?

     Because she was too hot.  The air baked her skin.  Perspiration
gathered in her hair and trickled down her back.  Sweat left streaks on
her legs.  She was dirty, and she needed a bath.  Later, when she was
clean and cool and smelled good, she would touch herself.

     For now, she would look around a little more.  She walked over
to the metal shelves, thinking that the sensation of moving around
with her breasts unencumbered was delicious.  She walked down the
row of shelves, trailing a fingertip in the dust.  There was an eight-
track tape player, and two broken VCR's that were retired, but not
discarded.  There was an old Atari video game.  An old electric
typewriter was in a case.  There were dozens, maybe even hundreds,
of old hardback books and magazines.  There was a cased alto
saxophone whose mastery she had pursued for three painful years
before finally admitting to herself that she had no talent.  How
relieved her parents had been!

     Standing on a tripod at the end of the shelving units was a dusty
telescope.  Rust spots were on the barrel, but the lens caps were in
place.  Minsy touched the barrel, and it swiveled neatly, without
protest.  It looked old, but expensive.  Minsy wondered.

     She picked it up and carried it to one of the high dormer
windows.  She pulled off the lens caps and pointed it toward her yard.
Her mom's yard gnome, which Minsy considered tacky beyond all get-
out, swam into hazy focus.  Minsy found the secondary focus, and the
image sprang into clarity.  She panned the telescope across the street
into the Brewer's yard.  An upside-down tricycle was in the driveway,
waiting for Mr. Brewer to come home and run over it.  Over the top
of their garage, in the back yard, Minsy saw Mrs. Brewer hanging out
sheets.  She was talking to someone.  The telescope revealed a panting
golden retriever, whose tongue dangled and tail thumped happily.

     Minsy paused to wipe the sweat away from her face, and then
she suddenly wanted a coke.  And maybe a fan.  She walked over to
the trap door to go below, but on her way she passed a window on the
other side.  She saw Rik and Tak's house.  From this high vantage
point, she could see right over their privacy fence into their back yard.

     Minsy stopped.  Thoughts of coke and fans evaporated.  She
brought the telescope over to the window.  Peering down, she picked
out a colorful beach towel carelessly draped across a porch rail.  She
could see into the kitchen.  An empty bowl with a spoon in it was on
the dining table.  The curtains were closed on the next room, she saw.
Was it their den?

     Minsy pivoted the telescope upwards.  She had not been in Rik
and Tak's house in a couple of years.  Was their room on this end, or
was that Frank's room?  Minsy's brow wrinkled.  She moved the
telescope from window to window.  In the second window from the
corner, she saw motion.  She came back to it, and reached for the
secondary focus.  The curtains were open in this room.  Inside the
room, she saw the corner of a bed.

     On the bed, holding onto a bed post with both hands, was one of
the twins.  His sandy-colored head was beside the bed post, too.
What in the world, wondered Minsy, was he doing?  Because of the
angle between her house and their's, she could see only his head,
arms, and upper torso.  Minsy held her breath.  Are his hands tied
together?  The figure in the image turned his head directly toward the
window.  Minsy felt a lightning bolt pass through her from her groin
to her chest, and she released an explosive breath and gasped.  Her
heart thumped.  In the twin's mouth was a red gag!

     Minsy pressed her eye against the eyepiece.  Something was
happening.  The twin had extended a leg over the edge of the bed and
was standing up.  Minsy saw twin globes of pale skin.  He stood and
turned slightly.  He had a huge erection.  Minsy's heart thumped.

     A second twin appeared and untied the ropes at the first twin's
wrists.  The gag was removed.  Then the second twin grasped the bed
post with both hands, leaned forward, and, standing, presented his
slender ass to the first twin, who immediately stepped forward.  All
that Minsy could see was the first twin's ass and back, but she knew
what he was doing.

     He was doing to his brother what she wanted him to do to her.

     Minsy watched, barely daring to breath, for several minutes until
she saw the boy's slender back suddenly arch.  His head was thrown
back in a lupine manner.  Minsy wondered if he were howling.  Or
laughing, maybe.  Then he set his heels and leaned over the other
twin.  She saw his buttocks clench as a spasm passed through him.

     Somehow, during the last several minutes, the buttons of Minsy's
cutoffs had been undone.  They were about her ankles.  Her salmon-
colored panties were pushed to her knees.   She stood with the fingers
of one hand on the eyepiece and the fingers of the other hand on her
clitoris.  When the twin in the telescope came, so did she.

     She sucked in a mighty breath, shuddering in delight.  She
closed her eyes, and she voiced her excitement.  Perspiration stood out
on every part of her body.  She almost lost her footing as sensation
flooded through her.  It pounded at her, and then it crested, waned,
and withdrew.  She drew a shaky breath, and then she looked around
the dusty attic in wonder.  She was soaking wet.  She looked again
through the telescope.

     The twins were standing beside the bed, embracing, kissing.
They were doing to each other what she wanted them to do to her.

     Minsy steeped back, straightened herself, and shook her head.
Sweat flew from her hair.  The action seemed to be over at Rik and
Tak's house, for the moment, and she desperately needed a bath.
Minsy stretched, leonine, tossing her sodden mane, lifting her breasts.
She yawned, suddenly feeling lazy.

     What excuse could she use to go into the attic when her parents
were home?  Too, she would need a powerful fan, and maybe she
should try to get these big, old windows open, at least on this side.
She felt as if she might be spending some time in the attic this
summer.

     Maybe it wouldn't be so boring after all.



                          An Outing


     Rik padded out of the bathroom, drying his almond-colored hair
with a red fluffy towel.  He had not expended the effort to dry
thoroughly.  Water still dripped from his flanks.  Two baths in one
day was an unusual occurrence for the twin, but then, again, first-time
anal intercourse was a most acceptable reason for additional
cleanliness.

     Tak was standing hunched up with his ass-cheeks spread,
critically examining his rear in the dresser mirror.

     "How's the ass?" asked Rik.

     "Not as bad I thought it would be," said Tak. "Hardly hurts at
all."

     "Hmm," said Rik, as he bounced onto his bed, arms and legs
spread. "It's almost five. If you wanna grab a shower before Caroline
gets here, you better get that pretty ass in gear."

     "S'pose so," said Tak, eyeing his brother curiously.  Rik's cock
was half-erect.  Maybe a quickie blow job?  Nah, Tak told himself,
concentrate: shower, shower.  Tak willed himself to walk around his
brother's inviting bed to the bath room.

     Before Tak could turn on the water, Rik called in, "Hey, you got
any quarters?"

     "Some in the shoe-box under my bed," answered Tak. "Why?"

     Tak waited.  No answer seemed forthcoming, so Tak shrugged
and stepped into the shower.  Soon he was sudsing, rinsing, finishing,
and reaching for a towel.  He was more fastidious about drying than
Rik had been, and when he stepped out into the room, he was
surprised to see that Rik had brought their bondage gear into the
room.  It was sitting on Tak's bed.  So was Rik, who was doing
something with a bundle of light chains and a pair of metal snips.

     "Whassup?" asked Tak.

     "Little idea I had," said Rik.  "Secret bondage."

     Oh, no, thought Tak.  I hate it when he gets that look.  Gamely,
Tak said, "What's that?"

     "That's when you're wearing chains or ropes and nobody knows,
or, at least, nobody thinks anything about it," explained Rik.

     "You mean like when we went to Miranda's birthday party with
the padlocks on our balls," said Tak.

     "Yep," said Rik, "but this shouldn't hurt near as much."

     "What you got in mind?" asked Tak, still suspicious.  He was
usually the victim in Rik's schemes, but Rik enjoyed them so much
that Tak usually willingly participated.

     "Come'ere and I'll show you," said Rik.  "And grab us some
drawers on the way."

     "Alrighty," agreed Tak.  He padded over to the dresser and
withdrew two sets of boxer shorts.  Then he went over to bed to get a
closer look at what Rik had assembled.

     Rik took a chain, handed it to Tak, and said, "Put that around
your waist, with the hook in front."  It was lightweight dog chain.
Poodle-sized, thought Tak, as he complied.  The boys had some chains
that were german shepherd-sized, and a very few that were bear-sized.

     Rik had more chains prepared.  "Hang them here and here," he
said, pointing to spots just above the frontal centers of his thighs.
"And then turn around."  When Tak had, Rik reached between Tak's
legs and got the chain ends.  He crossed them under Tak's crotch and
then secured them to the chain at Tak's waist.

     "I'm gonna wear 'em under my clothes?" asked Tak.

     "Right," said Rik, "but there's more."  He handed Tak two more
chains.

     "What do I do with these?"

     "Clip 'em underneath where the two chains cross."

     "Why are they so long?"

     "They make lots of loops."

     "Oh."

     "Wrap one of 'em around your right thigh."  Rik handed Tak a
spring clip. "And clip it on the inside."

     "What are you gonna wear?"  Tak had a foot up on Rik's bed
and was peering between his legs.

     "I'll let you decide," said Rik.

     "Cool."

     "Make circles above and below your knee and around your
ankles."

     A minute later, Tak said, "Hey, look at that. They just fit!"

     "I know, I tried 'em on myself while you were in the shower."

     "Why didn't YOU wear them, then?"

     "I wanted to see what you looked like in 'em."

     "Oh."

     "Here's your drawers."

     "Thanks."

     "Whacha want me to wear?"

     "I got an idea," said Tak, adjusting his drawers.  "Get me that
grey clothes line rope and a pair of scissors.  You want me to wear
the bell-bottoms with this?"

     "Sure! That'd look great.  I'll wear 'em, too.  Here's the clothes
line."

     Tak cut a ten-foot length, doubled it back into a loop and told
Rik, "Turn around and grab this between your legs."

     "Alrighty."

     "Now take these ends and stick 'em through the loops.  Then
hand me the ends."

     "Okay," said Rik.  "Pull.  That's right above my cock and balls."

     "Perfect," said Tak.  He took the rope from Rik's left, crossed it
over Rik's back to Rik's right, and handed it to Rik.  "Tuck that up
over your right shoulder."

     "Okay," said Rik, and then he did the same for the other side.

     "I'm gonna make the knot back here," said Tak, tying the rope
between Rik's shoulder blades.  "This shouldn't show at all."

     "Feels like it might slip over here on my ribs," said Rik.

     "I'll shore it up with some surgical tape."  Tak tore off a piece
and leaned forward.

     "Does mom know that you been using her surgical tape?"

     "What does mom need with surgical tape?"  Tak tore off more
strips and distributed them along Rik's ribcage and back.

     "I dunno."

     "Here's your drawers."

     "Okey-dokey.  It's 'bout time for Caroline to get here."  Pulling
up his boxers, Rik felt well-pleased about the way the grey ropes
looked against his tan skin.

     Tak was leaning down to a low dresser drawer.  "Frank says that
bell-bottoms were invented for sailors to wear.  Something about
trappin' air for flotation.  What shirt you wanna wear?"

     "Lemme look," said Rik, going to the closet.  He pulled the door
opened, revealing dozens of matched pairs of shirts, tees, jerseys, and
sweats.  On the shelf above were quartets of matched shoes.  "How
'bout the Scooby's?" asked Rik, looking back to Tak.

     Tak had his pants pulled up.  "Didn't Caroline give them to us?"

     "Yeah, at Disney World.  It was either Scooby or Mickey, and I
didn't think Mickey was dignified enough for us."

     And Scooby-Do is dignified? thought Tak, but he withheld
comment.  He laid a palm flat against his flat tummy, leaned back,
and looked at himself in the dresser mirror.  Funky, he thought.
That's what bell-bottoms look like.

     Rik tossed the baggy print tee to Tak, and then reached overhead
for their newest sneakers.  "Grab some socks, huh?" said Rik.

     "Sure," said Tak.  He already had the drawer open.  Inside were
hundreds of identical white socks.  "Ever wish we had some black
socks?" Tak said.  "Or blue socks, or green socks?"

     "Uneconomical," said Rik, "but if you want some green socks,
you can always buy 'em."  He pulled up his jeans.  Like his brother,
he took an admiring look at his own reflection.

     "Be like those red ones I had," said Tak.  "Now, there's only
one.  Mom said the washing machine ate 'em."  The twins' mother
liked to buy their things in large, identical quantities.  Having identical
twins, she liked to say, simplified clothes buying.

     "How come the washing machine never eats the white ones?"
asked Rik.

     "How would we know if it did?" answered Tak reasonably.

     "I'm hungry," said Rik.

     "Me, too."

     The phone rang.  Rik picked it up.

     "Hello."

     "This's Aunt Caroline."

     "Hey!"  Rik grinned.  Every time he heard "This's Aunt
Caroline," he had an irrational impulse to respond, "If this ain't
Caroline, then who the hell is it?"  So far, however, he had been
successful in putting down the impulse.

     "I'm getting off the parkway now.  Are you guys ready?"

     "We'll be waiting out front."

     "Good deal.  See you, dude."

     "Bye."


     Ten minutes later, two slender, almond-haired twins in Scooby-
Do tees and floppy bell-bottoms were waiting at the end of their
driveway.  A large, old, ugly, white Cadillac pulled up beside them.
Inside this monstrosity of a car was a grey-haired lady in a severely
tailored puce and tan "power suit."  The passenger window powered
down.

     "Hey!" the woman said loudly, "I want my favorite nephew to
sit right here beside me."  She patted the cracked, ancient leather
beside her tailored rear.

     Tak leaned toward the open window. "Frank's not here.  Will
one of us do?"

     "Ha!" yelled the woman.  "Got me there!  Good one!  Get your
ass in here!"

     Tak grinned as the door opened, and then he scrambled in.  Rik
piled in behind, grunting as he tugged on the massive door.

     "How the hell you boys been?" asked the woman loudly.

     And that set the tone for the evening.  Going out with Aunt
Caroline was an event - a noisy event.  After placing their order, the
twins excused themselves.  As they worked their way around to the
rest rooms, Rik said, "I got four dollars in quarters."

     "What for?" asked Tak.

     Rik leaned his head close.  "For rubbers, dodo," he intimated.

     "Oh!" said Tak.  "And don't call me a dodo."

     Rik pushed the door open, and pointed, "There it is."  Two
condom dispensers were mounted on the wall.

     Tak pointed at one.  "This one's flavored.  That'd be kinda
cool."

     Rik laughed, "This one's got ticklin' ribs."  He reached out to
tickle Tak's ribs.

     Tak giggled and batted Rik's hand away.  Rik tried again.

     A stall door opened, and a bald man emerged.  He saw the twin
boys gamboling by the condom dispenser, and he smiled as he began
to wash his hands.

     Tak, seeing the man and attempting to wrap dignity about
himself like a cloak, said, "I've never seen these kinda condoms at the
drug store."

     "I wonder if they make an edible one?" commented Rik.

     "Why in the world would you want an edible rubber?" asked
Tak.

     "I dunno," answered Rik.  "They make edible panties, don't
they?"

     Tak found he had too many choices.  "I just want one that
works.  Which one of these is just a plain, simple old rubber?"

     As he walked by, the man tapped on the end dispenser.
"Trojans, boys, that's what you need."  He eyed the twins.  "You boys
plannin' on gettin' lucky tonight?"

     "Hope so," said Rik, smiling.

     The man's eyebrows went up.  "With twin girls?"

     "Maybe," grinned Rik.

     "Good luck!" beamed the man, and then he left.

     "Gimme some quarters," said Tak.


     Back at the table, Caroline said loudly, "You were gone so long,
I was about to go looking' for you.  Thought you might have fell in or
something!"

     "Oh, no ma'am," said Tak.  His pants pockets bulged with foil
packs.  The metal snaps between his scrotum and anus were becoming
very scratchy.  He folded quickly into his chair.

     "You're such a wisp of a little thing," declared Caroline, "you
could get sucked right down when you flush, couldn't you?"

     Rik was looking around, wishing that his aunt would lower her
voice.

     "Here's the pizza," said Caroline, and seconds later an immense,
steaming pizza was placed on the table.

     "Dig in," said Caroline.  "But don't burn the fool out of the roof
of your mouth with the first bite."  Caroline elbowed Tak.  "I hate it
when that happens!"

     Tak was sipping on his coke when he got elbowed, and some of
it went up his nose.  He quickly turned away from the table and
emitted a sneezy cough.

     "Bless you," said Caroline, as she pounded on Tak's back.  "Do
you need the Heimlich maneuver, Rik?"

     Tak sneezed and sneezed, and in between he managed to choke
out, "I'm Tak!" Then he turned his head to sneeze again.

     "I learned that Heimlich maneuver twenty years ago, and I never
managed to use it even once," Caroline complained to Rik, who was
watching his brother over a slice of pepperoni and mushroom pizza.
"You'd think," continued Caroline, "that in twenty years I'da seen
somebody choking."

     Or choke yourself, trying to holler and eat at the same time,
thought Rik.  He had burnt the fool out of the top of his mouth with
the first bite.

     Oh, shit, thought Tak, and sneezed again.  His share of the pizza
was getting cold.

     "Here's you a slice, Tak," said Caroline.  She emphasized his
name.

     "Thanks," said Tak, warily reaching for his coke.  Tears were
streaming from his eyes.

     Rik was exploring the front of his upper palette with the tip of
his tongue.  Maybe he would have a dangling piece of flesh to play
with later  - something to pick at.

     "I'm ready for another beer!" shouted Caroline, over the heads of
those sitting at the three tables between her and the waiter, who had
steaming pizzas in both hands and who nodded his response.

     "You boys ever been told 'bout the birds and bees?" Caroline
asked Tak.

     Tak answered around a bite, "We got the internet."

     "Ah," said Caroline.


     An hour and a half later, Caroline deposited the twins on their
driveway.  "See you, dudes!" was her last remark, and then her
powerful car was gone with a rumble and a swirl of noxious blue
exhaust.

     The twins watched the car's fins and taillights recede.  It was
almost nine in the evening.  When the calm of the neighborhood was
restored, the twins headed into the house.   Tak laid their bounty out
on the kitchen table - six foil packages of condoms.

     "I know I've seen that brand at the drug store," insisted Tak.
"And they're cheaper there, too.  I think we could get a whole box of
'em for the same money!"

     "Great," said Rik.  "The next time we go to the drug store, I'll
give you four dollars, and you can buy a box!  I'll wait out front."

     "Open one," suggested Tak.

     "Alrighty," said Rik.  Soon he was holding up a rolled condom.

     "Looks like a doughnut," said Tak.  "Wanna try it out?"

     "Sure, let's go upstairs."

     "Hey, take me one!" complained Tak.

     Up in the boy's room, Tak removed his tee and the bell-bottoms.
The snaps under his balls were itching so much that he had to get to
them.  He promptly shucked his boxers and slid his fingers under the
chains.  His cock, tumescent, nodded.  He looked at Rik.

     Rik was holding the handcuffs.  His pants and tee were still on.
"Turn around," said Rik.

     Tak was forced to smile wryly.  Would it ever again be just sex,
not bondage and sex?  He slowly turned around, presenting his wrists
behind his back.

     Rik pushed one cufflet under the loop of chain at Tak's waist,
and then he secured Tak's wrists.  He picked up an adjustable link,
went down to his knees, and secured the loops at Tak's ankles.  Then
he pulled his Scooby tee over his head and discarded it on the bed.
He pressed his groin against Tak's bound hands.  "Unbutton me," he
said.

     Tak's fingers went to work.  This was a favorite part of Rik's in
play, and Tak was all too happy to comply.  Tak's fingertips found the
buttons, and then he was sliding the zipper down.  A push from Rik
sent the bell-bottoms to the floor.  Tak felt Rik's erection through the
fabric of the boxers.  He felt the junction of ropes above Rik's cock.

     "Sit down on the bed," said Rik.  As Tak complied, Rik turned
his back on his brother and slid his boxers off.  Tak admired again the
look of grey rope against tan skin.  His cock was fully erect, tapping
against his belly button.

     "Now," said Rik, "let's see how this thing fits!"  He reached for
the condom on the bed.  Tak watched with interest.  "Just press the
center on...  hmm, I'm already leaking a bit."  Indeed, a fat drop of
precum glittered at his slit.

     "Don't waste it," said Tak, who was an avid precum licker.

     Rik grinned.  He elevated his cock and pointed it at Tak.  "If
you want it, go for it."

     Tak leaned way over and pressed his tongue against the slit.  It
tasted slightly salty.  It tasted like Rik.  He grinned.  When he sat
back down on the bed, the chain clips under his scrotum poked him.
Tak said "Ow," and squirmed sideways to reposition them.

     "Let's try that again," said Rik, and then he pressed the flat inner
surface of the condom against his slit and unrolled the doughnut onto
his shaft.  A little excess material remained at his cock base.

     "Room to grow," observed Tak, interested.

     "Feels funky," observed Rik.  He turned sideways to Tak so Tak
could admire his erect profile.

     "Is it slippery?" asked Tak.

     Rik gave it a few experimental tugs.  "Kinda.  It could probably
do with some Vaseline.  I'll get it."

     Tak watched Rik pad over to his bed.  As always, he enjoyed the
interplay of motion and musculature that was his brother when he
walked.  The clefts in his brother's narrow ass hollowed and filled
with each stride.  He liked the way Rik lifted his heels and pushed off
with his toes.  He liked the flair of Rik's ribs and the slope of Rik's
shoulders.

     Kinkily, Tak especially liked those areas of Rik's body where the
skin was pale, almost diaphanous, and where he could see the network
of blood vessels and nerves and ligaments and muscles that supported
the marvelous machine that was his brother.  And, too, he loved those
areas of his brother's body where a carefully placed fingertip at neck,
groin, or wrist could find a strong, beating pulse.  When they
embraced, with their chests tightly pressed together, he could sense his
brother's heartbeat.  Within seconds, his heartbeat would synchronize
with Rik's, and his breathing would either match or become
counterpoint.

     "That should do it," said Rik, from the other end of the
bedroom.  He was showing his lubricated, encased cock to Tak.

     Tak nodded, but he was still thoughtful.  Why did he love his
brother so?  Why did he feel such a strong physical attachment to his
brother?  Was it because when he held and touched and smelled and
loved his brother, it was like he was doing it to himself?  Was it some
wacky form of masturbation?

     Did other twins feel this way?

     While Tak was waxing philosophical, Rik was horny.  He strode
back over to the bed.  "I think I'm ready," he announced.

     Tak blinked. "Alrighty.  How ya wanna do this?"

     "Hmm," said Rik, surveying his brother's position and the
possibilities.  "How about on your back, with your legs up?"

     "Alrighty," said the compliant Tak.  He leaned back on the bed.
His cuffed hands pressed into the coverlet.  He started to raise his
bound ankles.  Rik gave him a hand, raising Tak's legs high into the
air.  Rik inspected Tak's rear.  The puckered anus was exposed below
the crossed and clipped chains, but it was a little lower than Rik's
pulsing cock.  If he went to his knees, it would be a little high.

     "Hmm," said Rik.  "You need some pillows under there."

     This suggestion was fine with Tak, who was aware that with his
legs raised, most of his weight rested on his arms.

     "Upsy-daisy," said Rik, and he grabbed the crossed chains and
yanked upward.

     "Ow!" said Tak as Rik rather adroitly crammed a pillow under
Tak's rear.

     "Hmm," said Rik.  "Need another pillow.  Be right back."

     When he came back, he said, "Let's try that again."

     "Don't yank on those chains again," said Tak.  "That's me you're
yanking on."

     "Alrighty," said Rik. "You do it, if you can."

     Tak snorted.  He pushed down with his manacled wrists and
smoothly lifted his knees toward his knees.  This motion rolled his ass
into the air, allowing Rik to insert the second pillow.

     "Perfect," was Rik's comment.  He placed a hand on his
brother's foot, to keep Tak's knees against his chest.  Immediately,
Rik's attention focused on his target.  He pressed a fingertip against
the muscular opening and felt an involuntary contraction.  "You gotta
relax some, bro," said Rik.  He was holding his cock close.  He took
his cock head and pressed it against the sphincter.  "Relax," he said,
and then he gently pressed forward.  He pushed harder.  It was not as
easy to enter this time as it had been earlier in the day.  Or, maybe
he wasn't as gentle then.  Rik didn't know.

     "Just go for it," said Tak.

     "Alrighty," said Rik, and he did.  He pushed hard.

     Tak felt pressure, pressure, and then a pop.   He felt a slight
burning as his ass ring stretched to accommodate, and then there was
a plunging within him.  He had a sensation of hard, warm fullness.
He felt his own cock stiffly nudge against his belly.

     Rik, once he was inside, guided his member forward more
slowly.  Within seconds, he was in up to his balls.  He withdrew
slowly.

     Between his knees and ankles Tak was watching Rik.  On Rik's
face was a look of concentration.  Tak saw a glistening drop descend
from his own cock onto his tummy.  He felt Rik's cock move forward
and back within him.  He felt Rik's scrotum and balls slap against his
butt (tailbone? he wondered).  He could not detect the condom at all.

     Rik, on the other hand, thought that he could sense the condom,
but he could not have described what the exact effect was.  Maybe it
was just psychological - maybe he thought he felt it there because he
knew that it was there.   Rik snorted.  He'd leave such analysis to his
brother.  He wasn't there to figure out the physiodynamics of the
event.  He was there to fuck.

     Tak was not wondering about physiodynamics, either, but he had
discovered that there was a certain point on the upstroke each time
that Tak plunged forward that his cock would twitch.  As Rik
continued, the twitch became a rhythmic tightening of Tak's entire
lower body.  He felt his asshole clinch in sympathy.

     Rik too felt the contraction in his brother's ass ring.  It was an
additional thrill.  That afternoon, he had been aware of his cock's
veins passing over the muscular ring, but with the condom it was not
noticeable.  Rik altered his timing slightly to match his brother's
movements.  His cock felt enveloped in warmth, and he felt pressure
forming in his lower gut.

     Tak watched Rik.  He saw Rik's chest reddening, a sure sign that
explosion was imminent.  Tak's feet were pressed against Rik's
tummy, with his toes on the lower margin of Rik's ribs.  Tak was
involuntarily using his feet to push away, to relieve somewhat his
enfolded position, but Tak was just as subconsciously using his upper
body to provide counter-pressure.  He took his hands and grasped the
sides of Tak's feet.  His cock and the motion his back and hips had
developed no longer needed his guidance.  He was on autopilot now.

     Tak, watching Rik's face, saw a flash of blue eyes as his brother
glanced upward, and then those blue eyes closed.  Tak grunted
happily.  Eye closure was the second sure sign.  Rik wouldn't last
much longer.

     Rik lasted about ten seconds longer.  Then, his back arched, his
belly contracted, and he sent a blast of milky cum into his brother's
bowels (into the condom, rather).  Rik gritted his teeth, ready for the
second blast that would assail him.  It followed almost immediately.
"Oh," said Rik, and then he rapidly drew a breath, ready for the next
blast.

     Tak, too, had forgotten about the condom.  With the experience
of the enema fresh in recent memory, he imagined that he felt tendrils
of hot cum flooding into him.  His cock thumped against his belly.
He wondered if he was about to come.

     Rik drew another quick breath.  Elemental forces were gathering
in him: earth, wind, water, and fire.  He was their master, or their
slave.  (Tak could be philosophical about love, but Rik got mystic
about cumming).  Which elemental force would come to the fore?

     The battle was short, but hard fought.  It caused rictus waves to
march across Rik's belly.  It caused Rik to gasp for breath.  It caused
him to voice his agony and his ecstasy, and it flooded his nostrils and
his fingertips.  It swelled into crescendo and then it peaked in one last,
glorious, discordant pyrotechnic discharge that had as its focal point
the length and breadth of a teenage boy's cock.

     Higher reason fled.  Rik's was an animal response, an elemental
response.

     It was fire.

     It was a blaze that burned through his nervous system, sizzled
through his groin, shot along his engorged member, and blew itself out
in the space of two second's passing.

     Delicious sensation jangled along his nervous pathways for a
while, and then it, too, turned to char.  Rik ached to keep it, to hoard
it to himself like an addict, but it was too late.  He tasted and smelled
bitter ashes.  The world returned with an abrupt and solemn solidity.
Elemental forces dispersed, seeking again their natural balance.

     "Whew," said Rik.  He blinked and looked at his brother, seeing
Tak's familiar lazy smile.  Rik's heart swelled within his chest.  He
had never released Tak's feet.  He pulled Tak's feet up to his face and
planted a single kiss on each one.  Below, he felt his cock softening.
It was still in his brother.

     While he extricated his spent member, he asked Tak, "Wanna
go?"

     "Nah, I need to come bad," said Tak, looking at the puddle of
precum on his belly around his thumping cock.  "Maybe you could
just blow me?"

     "Sure," said Rik.  He lowered Tak's legs over the side of the bed
so that his feet were flat on the floor.  Then Tak got on his knees,
reached for his brother's pulsing member and wrapped his lips around
it.

     And Tak came, instantly and explosively.  Rik used his tongue to
spread it around his teeth and the roof of his mouth.  He felt the burnt
spot from the pizza.

     Before Rik could get a proper motion started, Tak was coming
again.

     "Suck!" cried Tak, who felt he was expending himself.

     Rik took Tak's cock way back into his throat and pursed his lips.
He made one up and down stroke, and then Tak cried something
inarticulate.  His hips bucked upward, and Rik was momentarily
airborne.  Tak's cock slipped from his mouth.  It spurted just as it
began to fall to Tak's belly.  Rik saw milky cum arc into the air and
splash against Tak's face, shoulders, and the bed covers.  Rik watched,
fascinated, but the show was over.  Tak bucked again, experimentally,
but he was unprimed.  It had come and gone too soon.  He was spent.

     "Damn," said Tak, in disappointment.  He had a spot of cum on
his right eyelid.  It glistened in his almond-colored lashes, and he
blinked to dislodge it.

     "I wish I had that on film," said Rik, impressed.  The condom
still hung on his shriveled member, which was beginning to stir.  He
bent over his brother.  "Hold still."

     Rik licked the cum away from Rik's eye, and Rik learned
something new: he learned that having his eyelids licked was an
extremely pleasant experience.

     "Ready to get loose?" asked Rik, and then he went for a spot on
Tak's forehead.

     Tak only then became aware of his discomfort.  The chain clips
below had ridden up to press against his scrotum.  The chains at his
ankles were abrading his flesh.  "Yeah," he said, but he remained very
still.  He also liked having his forehead licked.

     Rik finished and bent down to his brother's ankles.  He felt a
little sympathy for his brother's spontaneous orgasm, but there would be
other times - lots of other times.  Tak rolled onto his belly, presenting
his wrists.  Rik admired the dull gleam of metal against skin, and then
he reached for the key.

     "I don't know about you," said Rik, slapping his brother's ass
cheek lightly. "But I'm ready for a snack."

     "Sure," said Tak.  He rolled onto his back and reached for his
brother.  When their lips met, their tongues explored, and Tak tasted
himself in his brother's mouth.

     "Mmphll," said Rik, into his brother's mouth, and the pair
separated.  Rik rolled onto his back, reached down, and pulled the
condom off his already tumescent member.

     "Hardly looks shitty at all," observed Tak.

     Rik carefully poured it out on his belly.  It was a respectable
puddle.  "Wanna lick?" he asked.

     Tak laughed and made a face.  "Un-uh!  I know where that's
been!"

     Rik, too, laughed.  Thinking about his brother's comment, he
contented himself with spreading the milky fluid over his belly and
chest.  He lingered at his nipples, and his cock bravely filled and
raised.  "I don't believe you," Rik told his cock.

     Tak was on his feet.  "Let's try that turkey, and then maybe
Saturday Night Live?"  He held a hand out to his brother.

     Hands clasped, Rik's slick with cum.  "Sure," said Rik.
"Sounds good to me.  Uh... wanna blow me?"

     Tak examined his brother through half-lidded eyes.  "Sure.
After we eat."

     "Great," said Tak, and the naked twins trooped below.


     Next door, a naked sixteen-year-old girl sitting sweating in a
plastic lawn chair in her attic sighed, reached out, and turned off her
parent's video camera.  She had bit her fingers to keep from crying
out when she came.

     Her parents were downstairs watching television.  They just
wouldn't understand.  She, herself, was not sure that she understood.
At least, not mentally.  Her body, however, understood.  It understood
that it was excited.

     If watching did that to her, what would participating do? She
sighed again.  She would have to find out...



                        Put Me In, Coach!


     Tak woke with the uncomfortable sensation of sunlight touching
his bare leg.  Through his open window, he heard exuberant birds in
flight, squabble, and song.  Tak moved his leg into shade, rolled over
and sank back into his pillow.  He glanced at his twin.  Rik was
sleeping soundly on his side with an arm, palm up, hanging off the
bed into space.  His almond-colored head was pressed into his pillow.
Tak could see only the top third of his brother's face.  He smiled
slightly, knowing that if he walked over and looked at his brother's
pillow, there would be a circle of slobber around where Rik's mouth
was.  Tak chuckled softly to himself.  Rik might suck in his pillow
and choke to death in featherland some night, but at least he didn't
snore.

     Tak had been dreaming, but the wisp of dream had fluttered
away in his first waking moments.  He had an erection, but it was a
piss-hard erection, and it was the reason that he shortly groaned, stuck
a leg over the edge of the bed, and came to his feet.  Another glance
at Rik showed him undisturbed by Tak's movement.  Tak padded as
silently as he could into the hallway, intending to use the bathroom in
the other bedroom.

     As Tak walked, he cataloged the previous day's events, and he
smiled to himself, remembering the bald man in the rest room.
("Trojans, boys.  That's what you need!")  Tak pushed into Frank's
bathroom, stood over the toilet, and willed his urinary tract to relax.
The stream started small, trickling past his engorged penis, but then
strengthened.  As it strengthened, Tak's dream-induced erection
waned.  Tak grunted with satisfaction.

     It seemed that he stood there for a long time, but finally the flow
reduced to a dribble, and he was done.  He fastidiously shook his
cock, sending a few errant drops to the ceramic bowl.  Then he closed
the lid and flushed.

     Was he hungry? he wondered.  Tak sniffed and gave himself a
crooked smile.  Of course.  He was always hungry, wasn't he?  He
and Rik had bodies that never tended to fat, which was a good thing
considering how much they both liked to eat.  Tak thought he lived to
eat, not ate to live, but sex with a certain similar someone was impor
tant, too.

     Tak padded out to the stairs, thinking about a bowl of crunchies.
At the bottom of the stairs, he saw Rik's jeans in a denim puddle by
the ottoman.  When had Rik left them there? Tak wondered.  Almost
twenty-four hours before.

     Also, how many times had he gotten off?  Not that many times,
Tak thought.  Once on the engine hoist after balls-to-the-wall, once
after the enema (and he definitely now preferred condoms to enemas),
and once, abortively, after the pizza outing.  It had been a whole lot of
work just to come two-and-a-half times.  Or, maybe he should count
the last one as a full come.  After all, he did get his eyelids licked,
and, besides, he later found dried cum in his hair.  At least it was a
powerful, if abortive, come.

     Maybe today would be better, thought Tak, as he reached into
the refrigerator for milk.  He grabbed the cereal box from where they
had left it on the counter on the day before and rummaged in the
cabinet for a glass and dish.  Then he opened a drawer with his little
finger and curled it around a spoon.  He closed the drawer with his
hip, and carried his load to the table, somewhat satisfied when every
thing made it into one pile, more or less.  Tak smiled, pulled out a
chair, and sat down, thinking that yes, certainly, today would be a
better day.

     And then someone tapped on the glass of the kitchen door.  Tak
startled, looked up at the door window, saw a familiar auburn-framed
face, and suddenly remembered that he was butt naked.  He put up a
hand with one finger up, rotated his chair one hundred eighty degrees,
and sprinted for the living room, wondering if Minsy were getting a
great view of his fleeing naked rear.

     In the living room, he pounced on Rik's pants, hopping up and
down straight-legged into them.  He fumbled with the buttons and
zipper, and then he grabbed Rik's Falcons jersey, tugged it over his
head, and sprinted back to the kitchen.  As he went to the doorway, he
was thinking, What the hell is she doing over here so early?

     He undogged the security chain, and opened the door.  "Hi,
Minsy," he said.  "Whacha doin'?"  He looked down.  She was
wearing a green tee shirt, green shorts, and was barefooted.  The green
looked great with her green eyes and freckles, and he could see the
outline of her nipples through the fabric, but that was not what at-
tracted Tak's attention.  Minsy was carrying a videotape.

     "Hiya," said Minsy as she stepped in. "Tak, right?"  She really
was not sure, but the odds were even.

     "Un-huh."

     "Is Rik up yet?"  Minsy surveyed the dining table.  There were
three dishes on the table.  Who was the third setting for?

     "Nah.  Whacha got there?"

     "Oh, just some home movies.  But I think that Rik'll really
like them, too."

     "They're not of your trip to the Grand Canyon, are they?"  Tak
indicated the table.  "Would you like some corn flakes?"

     "Nooo," said Minsy.  "It's not the Grand Canyon, but I think
you'll like it.  And, yes, cereal would be fine."

     "Why don't you just get started with that bowl and glass there,"
suggested Tak, "and I'll go get Rik.  Okay?"

     "Okay."  Minsy took a place at the table, looked into an adjacent
bowl that had dried flakes adhered on the edges, and wrinkled her
nose.  Boys.

     Tak sprinted up the stairs.  Rik was sitting on the edge of his
bed, flat footed.  "Is someone here?" he asked sleepily.

     "Minsy's here, and she's wearing a green outfit that you can see
her nipples through!"

     Rik looked up.  "Really?  What's she want?"

     "She wants to show us some home movies."

     Rik blinked. "Un-huh."

     "Yep," said Tak.  "You might as well come down.  I got the
cereal out."

     Breakfast in America, thought Rik.  To Tak, he said, "I'll be
down in a minute."

     "Okay."  Tak turned and jogged back down the stairs.  Minsy
was at the sink, washing dishes.  "Finished already?" asked Tak.

     "I haven't even started," said Minsy. "I can't stand having dirty
dishes on the table."

     Tak reached overhead for two more clean bowls.  "Not even
when you're eating from them?"

     "Well, then they're not dirty, they're in use," Minsy said
reasonably.

     "Un-huh," said Tak, as he set the table.

     "Where's your folks?" asked Minsy.

     "They've gone to a seminar in Chattanooga for my dad's job.
Your folks gone, too?"

     Minsy nodded.  "Tennis tournament.  They'll be gone all day."

     "Mmm," said Tak, "lucky you!"

     Minsy smiled, "Lucky you, too." She was drying dishes.

     "Hey, y'all!" said Rik as he entered.  He was dressed in last
night's bell-bottoms and Scooby-Do baggy tee.  He had taken the time
to brush his hair, which Tak had not.  Tak's hair stuck out in shaggy
clumps.

     "Heya, Rik," said Minsy.  "We're about to chow down.  Join
us?"

     "Sure," said Rik, but a question was on his face.  He folded
himself into a chair, while Tak, with admirable dignity, pulled out a
chair and held it for Minsy.

     You really can see her nipples! thought Rik, but he said, "Tak's
says you got home movies.  What of?"

     Minsy answered in mid-spoonful.  "Oh, just some stuff."

     "Hmm," said Rik.

     "How you likin' that new car?" asked Tak in mid-crunch.

     "It's great, but I gotta have an adult with me every time I drive,"
said Minsy.  "That's a bother with both my parents working and the
whole summer ahead of me."

     Rik was watching Minsy's breathing.  Breathe in, nipples.
Breathe out, no nipples.  It fascinated him.

     A couple of minutes passed while the young people ate their
cereal.  Breathe in, breathe out.  At length, Tak hazarded a guess.
"Is your car on the tape?"

     "Noo," said Minsy, "but that's a great idea!"  She brought
another spoonful to her mouth.  She smiled as she crunched.

     Silence descended again, and again Tak eventually broke it.
"You're not goin' to tell us, are you?" said Tak.

     "Noo," said Minsy, putting her spoon aside, "but I'll show you if
you're ready."

     "Sure," said Tak, pushing his bowl away.  They both looked at
Rik.

     "I'm game," said Rik, dropping his spoon with a splash and a
clink.

     Breakfast adjourned to the living room, where the meeting
continued around the television.  Minsy handed Rik the cassette.

     When did she start wearing lipstick? Rik wondered.  About when
she got those boobs, he answered himself.  He pushed the tape into
the machine and pressed the play button.  Then he backed away from
the screen.

     It was a shot of their house, but from an unusual overhead angle
like from a helicopter.  The shot panned from the right, where Frank's
room was, to the left, where the twin's room was.  It moved to the
left, past the their room, and then back again.  It paused at the
window and zoomed in.  They could make out details of the room's
interior.  There was what looked like a corner of Tak's bed.  The bed
post was clearly visible, as was a significant corner of the bed and the
floor adjacent.

     "You've been spying on us!" accused Tak.  He grabbed the
remote from Rik and stopped the tape.  He turned to Minsy, frowning.

     Rik was looking at her sharply, too.  Minsy's heart skipped a
beat, but she had spent a considerable time the night before planning
for this moment.  "Well, yes," she said carefully, "I have been - first
by accident, and then because what y'all were doin' was damn
interestin'!"

     Tak's frown was unabated.  "How interestin'?"

     "Play the tape and see," said Minsy.

     Tak looked at Rik, who nodded.  Concern was written across
Rik's face.

     "Was this last night?" asked Tak.  The camera was already
aimed at the window when the picture came on.  At first, it whited-
out, but then the image resumed.

     "Un-huh," said Minsy. "Which one of you is on the bed?"

     "That's Tak," said Rik, as he looked down at his lap.  To his
utter consternation, he was getting an erection.

     For several minutes, the twins watched in silence.  Tak watched
Rik's back as his motions became more rapid and as he then hunched
over Tak.

     "What are you going to do with this?" asked Tak.

     "I want you to see a little more," said Minsy.

     "I know what comes next," said Tak.

     The tape followed along until Rik laid down on the bed and
emptied the condom on his chest, which thankfully for Rik was not
actually in the shot - the image only revealed his lower legs.  Tak, to
Rik's right, was more exposed.  Shortly afterward, they had left for the
kitchen to get a turkey sandwich.  Rik lifted the remote.

     "Don't turn it off yet," said Minsy. "There's more."

     "We didn't do anything else," said Tak.

     "But I did," said Minsy. "Watch."

     The scene changed. It became a large dusty room.  An arm,
Minsy's arm, moved away from the camera.  She was naked, red
pubic hair, upturned, untanned breasts and all, Rik noted.  She looked
at the camera.  Her hands were in her lap.  She smiled.

     Tak and Rik took time away from the film to glance at Minsy.
She was maybe a shade redder than usual, but calm.

     "Damn," said Tak, blinking rapidly.

     The camera angle and zoom were fixed.  The twins could not tell
what Minsy was doing with her hands, but soon her breathing rate
accelerated and became ragged, her back arched, and a hand flew her
mouth just as a spasm racked her body.

     "I've never seen that before," said Rik.  "Even on cable."

     "Even on the internet," added Tak.

     On the film, Minsy's back arched again, and then she became
still.  She shortly thereafter, Tak observed, smiled a lazy post-coital
smile that bore an amazing similarity to the one that Rik wore after
sex.

     The movie ended.  Tak pressed stop and rewind.

     "I don't understand why you did this, why you brought this,"
said Rik.  "With yourself on there, it's not any good as blackmail.
And why would you want to blackmail us anyway?  What have we
ever done to you?"

     Both twins were looking at her.  "Well, I did have in mind a
little bit of oh-so-gentle blackmail, but I don't think you'll mind too
much.  I put myself on the tape so's you'd know that I can't expose
you without exposin' myself."

     "You were lookin' about exposed as it gets!" said Tak.

     "So were you!" said Rik.

     "We all were," said Minsy. "Exposed as hell."

     "So why then?" persisted Rik.  "What do you hope to get out of
all this?"

     Tak had his suspicions.  Previously, Minsy had complained about
having a whole summer ahead of her.  "We're not going to be your
slaves!" Tak blurted out.

     Minsy laughed.  "I don't want you guys as slaves!  I just want to
play along!"

     "Play along?" asked Rik, genuinely dumbfounded.

     "In your games!  With you!  I wanna tie you up and tease you
and make you come!  I wanna lay with you and get laid!  I want us to
be buddies!"

     "Wow!" said Rik, shaking his head.  He looked at Minsy, the
flair of her hips, her tiny bare feet, her flaming red hair, her freckles,
her wide-spread, upright, (freckled?) nipple-bedecked tits.  She wanted
to be buddies?  He felt a surge.  He wanted to be buddies, too!

     "Whadaya mean 'gentle blackmail'?" asked Tak.

     "Well, two things," said Minsy.  "One is I guess you guys want
this tape, right?"

     "Right," said Tak.

     "And the second thing is I don't know a thing about suckin',
fuckin', or teasin', so you two gotta to teach me all that, okay?"

     "Okay," said Tak slowly.  "So what's the catch?"

     "I wanna start right away," said Minsy.  "In my attic."

     "In your attic?" exclaimed Rik.  "The attic of your house?"

     "Silly!" said Minsy.  "Whose else attic would I be talking
about?"

     "What for?" asked Tak.

     "I wanna learn all about suckin'," said Minsy, "for starters."

     "That's Rik's speciality," said Tak immediately.

     "Great," said Minsy.  "He can be coach."

     "What am I gonna be?" asked Tak.

     "The suckee," said Minsy.  "Can I have my tape back now?"
She held her hand out expectantly.

     "I could just keep it," proposed Rik.  "I could destroy it, and no
one would ever be the wiser.  It'd be our word against yours, two to
one."

     Minsy tossed her head back and laughed heartily.  When some
amount of decorum returned, she grinned toothily at Rik and said,
"I've seen the way you look at my breasts, kiddo.  You think I'd
believe for one moment that you'd pass up a chance to see 'em up
close, to touch 'em and hold 'em and lick 'em?  No, sir, I don't
think you could do that!"

     "Damn," said Rik, outmaneuvered.

     "Damn straight," said Minsy.

     Rik sputtered something unintelligible, but then he ejected the
tape and handed it to Minsy, who smiled sweetly at him.  Rik floated
for several seconds in a sea of freckles.

     "I'll expect to see you boys in about ten minutes," said Minsy.
She turned to go.  "Oh, and wear antiperspirant!"  Seconds later, she
was gone in a swirl of red and green.

     "Antiperspirant?" Rik wondered aloud.

     "She may be kinkier than we are," said Tak grudgingly.

     "You wanna go?" asked Rik.

     "She's got the tape," pointed out Tak.

     "She's got great tits, too," added Rik.

     Tak grinned.  "If you say so!"

     "Hmm," said Rik, "what kinda deodorants we got?"


     When Rik and Tak cautiously invaded Minsy's home front
several minutes later, they were wearing antiperspirant from their arm
pits to the lower margin of their ribcages.  They had changed into
matching jeans, Corvette-print tees, and paint-spattered sneakers.  The
twins stepped through the open back door into the living room hallway
with a combination of excitement and trepidation, ready to bolt.

     "Minsy?" said Rik, softly, as if he expected his voice to echo.
When no answer came, he cried more loudly.

     "Rik, that you?  I'm up here."  The answer floated down to the
twins, who exchanged a glance.  "Come on!"

     Rik led the way to the stairway, with Tak crowding close behind.
When Rik stopped at the base of the stairs, Tak almost collided with
his back.  Rik put up a hand of caution, and he sniffed, as if testing
the wind.  A part of him wanted to charge up those stairs, embrace the
exciting, new red-headed girl that he known all his life, and explore
new horizons.  Another part of him wanted to flee back to the safety
of his own house with his cherished, comfortable other half in tow.  It
was an awkward, anxious time.  If a clock had struck, or if a cat had
meowed, he would have run like hell.

     "Gu-uys!" called Minsy.

     The boys exchanged a guilty glance.  Rik took several puffing
breaths, and, with his eyes wide and his pulse racing, took to the
stairs.  Act your age, he told himself, not your shoe size.

     After a short delay, Tak followed, thinking about being the
"suckee."  He hoped that he wouldn't end up the sucker, and he did
not mean cock-sucker.

     "Up here, up the ladder," called Minsy.

     Rik peered up the ladder, and then took a few cautious steps
upward.  There was sunlight up there - illuminated dust particles
swarmed.  Tak jabbed him in the ass, and Rik continued.  His eyes
immediately found the slender auburn-haired girl.  "Wow!" he ex-
claimed.  "What is that thing?"

     Minsy was wearing some kind of green lace body garment that
adhered to her curves and lifted her breasts.  She was also wearing
very adult, very feminine, green high heels that accentuated her calfs.

     The girl grinned.  "It's called a teddy," she said.  "I got it at
Veronica's Closet."

     "Wow!" repeated Rik, and Tak jabbed him in the ass again.  Rik
said, "Oh!" and moved away from the ladder.

     Tak emerged into the dusty room.  The air in the room was
stuffy.  It must, even at this early hour, thought Tak, be almost ninety
in the attic.  He looked at Minsy and said, "Wow."

     Minsy beamed, showing pearly rows of now-perfect, previously
braces-corrected, teeth.  Rik looked at her smile and remembered how
frightening the metallic smile of their young neighbor had been for
several years.  Maybe that was why he had never really looked at her
during those several years.  Was that shallow of him, or what?

     "You really look great," said Rik.  He walked toward Minsy.

     Tak looked around the room.  Rafters and cross-members were
overhead.  From two of the cross-members, spaced at about two-and-
a-half shoulder-widths, lengths of rope dangled.  Tak immediately
grasped their intent.

     Minsy and Rik were both involved in admiring Minsy, so Tak
looked around some more.  On a dresser with a cracked mirror was a
thick volume, open to a center page.  Over the open book was a old
curtained lamp.  While Rik circled Minsy, Tak walked over to the
dresser.  It took him a few seconds to identify the picture.  It was a
cut-away view of the male genitalia.  Tak glanced at Minsy and
grinned.  She had done her homework.

     Tak saw the video camera and the yellow plastic chair that Minsy
used in the video.  He also noticed the telescope.  He walked over to
it and looked where it was pointed.  Tak blinked, considering.  The
level of detail on the video tape could not rival the resolution
obtained by this instrument.  What else had Minsy seen?

     "Hey, Tak!" called Minsy.  "Come 'ere!"

     "Alrighty," said Tak.  He walked over to stand beside Minsy.

     Minsy was pointing at a pair of ropes.  "Rik, you'll go there,"
she pointed.  "And Tak, you'll go there."

     Rik stepped over to look at the ropes.  "You plan to tie us both
up?"

     "Sure!" said Minsy.  "Don't you guys take turns?"

     "Well," said Tak, "sometimes."

     "Great!" said Minsy. "It'll be my turn first!"  She turned toward
Tak.  "Let's get this off," she said, reaching for the lower edge of
Tak's tee shirt.  Tak moved back.  "Hey," complained Minsy, "don't
be skittish.  Look what I'm wearing!"

     "Yeah," said Tak, "but at least you're wearing it!"

     Minsy stepped forward and tugged upward on the garment.
"Bashful, Tak?  Isn't that cute?"  Tak reluctantly helped her pull the
tee shirt over his head.

     "Hmm, nice," said Minsy.  She ran a fingertip down Tak's trim
tummy.  "Look at those muscles."

     Tak's belly contracted.  "That tickles," he said, and Minsy filed
it away.  Tak ticklish.

     "These ropes for me?" asked Tak, indicating the closer pair.

     "Yep," said Minsy.  "Give me your hand."  When Tak complied,
she guided him over to the closer rope and lifted his arm into posi-
tion.  Then she wrapped several loops around his wrist and securely
knotted it.  By this time, Rik had joined the pair, and he secured the
other arm.  Tak stood with his arms out at a forty-five degree angle.

     "Let's get these pants off," suggested Minsy.  Her fingers
reached for his buttons.

     "Whoa," said Tak, squirming away and solidly planting his left
sneaker atop his right sneaker.  "I ain't gettin' naked unless every
one gets naked!"

     "Okay!" said Minsy.  "Rik, take your clothes off!"

     "Huh!" said Rik.  "I'm ain't gonna take off my clothes, either,
unless you do, too."

     "I was gonna," said Minsy, "but I wanted to wear my little teddy
a little while longer."

     "You can put it back on later," suggested Tak.

     "I'll help you take it off," offered Rik.  He toed off his sneakers,
and shucked his tee shirt over his head.  It crumpled to the floor.

     "Be careful," said Minsy.  "It was expensive!"  She bent to take
off her high-heels.

     Rik was the first to bare all, because he literally hopped out of
his jeans and went to help Minsy with the flimsy green garment.  His
cock was at half-mast.

     Tak chuckled at his brother's clumsy eagerness.  There ensued a
minute of pulling and tugging on the teddy, but it finally released
Minsy's breasts and folded on itself back to her waist.  Rik got an
excellent, intoxicating view of creamy flesh and upturned nipples.
Minsy gently pushed the garment down, stepping out of it carefully to
avoid letting it touch the dusty floor.

     "Ha!" cried Tak accusingly. "You're wearing panties!"  Indeed,
Minsy had been wearing a tiny pair of green silk panties under the
teddy.

     "Well," sniffed Minsy, as she folded the teddy and placed it on
the dresser.  "I was actually anticipatin' a little squabble and thought
that we might be undressin' in layers, you know, a piece at a time, and
I, uh, guessed you guys might be wearing more layers than me."

     Rik was taking in Minsy's rear.  She had a tiny, but shapely, ass,
with no trace of freckles that he could see.

     Tak planted his sneakers side-by-side.  This was getting
interesting.  When Minsy's panties slid down, Rik's cock rose up, and
then Tak was the most clad person there.

     "Oh, my!" said Minsy when turned to see Rik's response to her
nakedness.  Rik frankly ogled her, and Minsy smiled tentatively.  Rik
raked her body with his eyes, from her freckled forehead to her
shapely lips to her creamy breasts to her auburn bush, curvy hips,
slender thighs, and tiny feet.  He approved.  He strongly approved.

     Minsy's eyes went to Rik's cock.  It was fully erect, making
small circles in the air.  "Rik," she said, "I think you better go tie
yourself up."

     "Aw," said Rik.  "I can't tie myself up by myself!"

     Minsy turned her green eyes on Tak.  "Just do what you can," she
said to Rik.  "Now, I wanna talk to Tak."

     "Alrighty," said Rik, but it plainly was not to his liking.  He
padded over to the other set of ropes and began to wrap one around
his left wrist, but his eyes were on his brother and the girl.

     Minsy stepped close to Tak.  Very close to Tak.

     "Hi," said Tak.  "Are you going to kiss me before you strip
me?"  Minsy giggled, stood on tiptoe, and gave his lips a peck.  Tak
felt soft, compliant flesh against his chest where he normally felt
muscle, and he chuckled.  "We can teach you how to do that, too."

     Minsy's brow wrinkled. "Give me a week," she said, "or maybe
a month, kiddo, and I'll be able to kiss your socks off!  It's a
promise!"  Her hands were at his waist, reaching for the buttons of his
trousers and then his zipper.  The pants slipped easily away from his
narrow waist, and they pooled about his sneakers.

     Minsy gave the nude twin a quick up and down look, finding
him remarkably sexy, warm, handsome, proportional, and oh-so-
interchangeable.  At the same time, Tak was looking down at Minsy.
She has freckles on her tits!

      Tak's cock, not exactly as erect as Rik's, was at a lazy angle.
Minsy folded onto her knees to get a better view.  A single drop
glistened at the slit on the end.  She wondered why he wasn't as hard
as his brother.

     "Touch it to your tongue," suggested Rik, who had an unim-
peded view.  He stood with one wrist secured and his other hand
wrapped around the rope below it.

     Minsy looked up at Tak.  "Sure, if you want to," he said.

     Tentatively, Minsy extended her tongue.  Softly, it touched the
spot.  The glistening single drop dispersed on her tongue, bringing her
the taste of light salt.

     "You wanna, uh, suck me?" asked Tak.

     Minsy looked up at the almond-haired boy's face.  There she saw
a gentle, tender expression.  "Sure," she said, "but I gotta tie up Rik
first."

     "Alrighty," agreed Tak, somewhat relieved.  He had been
unaccountably uncomfortable briefly being the center of the girl's
attention.  Sure, he had known her ever since they toddled and liked
and trusted her (even in this bizarre situation, which was saying a lot),
and maybe even loved her a little bit like the sister he'd never had, but
being attracted to her, as Rik obviously appeared to be, was a new
idea to Tak - one that he would have to examine his feelings about.
He looked at Minsy's back and Rik's grin.  His brother was almost
prancing before the smaller girl.  Despite himself, Tak smiled.

     "Gimme your arm," said Minsy to Rik, and then she wrapped the
other rope around his free wrist and knotted it.  "There!" said Minsy.
Dusting her hands together, she stepped back.

     "Don't I get a kiss?" asked Rik, grinning.  His erect cock was
nodding with his heartbeat.  He was slick with sweat.

     "Sure," said Minsy.  Placing her hands on Rik's chest, she stood
on tiptoe.  Rik meet her kiss with a more aggressive pressure and
insistence than Tak had, and it surprised the girl.  She responded
instinctively, molding her lips to his.  She placed her slender arms
around his neck and pulled herself close.  Against her tummy she felt
the pressure of Rik's cock.  Against her breasts she felt the hard
musculature and warmth that she had fantasized about, and she was
not even taken aback when, a moment later, Rik's lips parted and she
felt his tongue slip into her mouth.  She had never, ever felt anything
that felt like that!   She met Tak's questing tongue with her own.  His
breath snuffled against her cheek.  She was French-kissing!

     A giggle formed in Minsy's tummy, and it grew into a snuffling
laughter that is impossible to sustain while kissing.  Minsy released
Rik and pulled away.  Rik, still intent on his mission, tried to follow
her movement, but was almost immediately brought up short, at the
extent of his ropes.

     Minsy, with her head thrown back, laughed.  "Whoa!" she said.
"You guys do know somethin' about kissin'!"

     Rik grinned in delight.  He had really gotten to Minsy on the
first try!  He laughed with her.

     Tak was chuckling too, and then, unbidden, a sobering thought
with edges so sharp that it twisted within him arose.  He looked at Rik
and Minsy and saw them as a couple.  Rik could fall in love with
Minsy, thought Tak, and he could come to prefer her to me.  I could
lose my brother.

     Still laughing, Minsy said, "Look, you're leaking!"  She indi-
cated Rik's cock.  A silvery strand of precum dangled. "I know what
to do about that," declared Minsy.  She got down on her knees and
positioned her mouth below the strand.  "Mmm," she said as the clear
fluid touched her tongue.  She followed it upward and wrapped her
lips around its source.  For a second, Rik's cock head was within her
mouth, but then she released the organ, bestowed a single kiss on the
slit, and sat back.  She had a small smile of self-satisfaction.

     "It'll leak more if you don't make me come," suggested Rik
hopefully.

     "I think I got something that'll help with that, too," said Minsy.
Then, to Rik's dismay, she came to her feet.  He watched as she
padded over to the old, scarred dresser and opened a drawer.  She
withdrew some items.  One was a roll of duct tape, which she placed
atop the desk by the opened book.  The other was a handful of shoe
laces.  She grabbed the yellow plastic chair before the dresser and
carried it and one of the shoelaces over to Rik.

     "Whacha got there?" asked Rik.

     "Something to help with that leakin'," said Minsy.  "I read about
this in Penthouse Forum."  She grinned.  "My daddy don't know that I
know where he keeps 'em!"

     Rik became suspicious.  "Whacha gonna do?"

     Minsy placed the chair in front of Rik.  "I'm gonna wrap this,"
she held up a black shoelace, "around your dick to keep you from
leakin' and comin' prematurely.  I know that's a big problem for you
guys."

     "Aw," said Rik, "it ain't a problem for us young guys."  And
then he said earnestly, "Besides, it don't matter if I come early 'cause
I can come again and again."

     "Don't tie it too tight," cautioned Tak, who did not necessarily
agree with his brother about the unimportance of coming prematurely.
About the other thing, he was still worried, but he was also interested
in the current happenings.  "And you can tie his balls off separate,"
Tak added.

     "Sure," said Minsy, as she slipped into the chair.  She grinned
up at Rik, who was beginning to worry just a little.

     "You know you can't leave my dick tied off long," said Rik, as
Minsy reached for his cock.  "I mean there's no circulation when you
tie it off, and I could get, uh..."

     "Gangrene?" supplied Tak.

     "Yeah, gangrene!" said Rik, watching the girl who was fingering
his balls.

     "They're bigger than I thought they'd be," said Minsy.  She
pulled on the sides of Rik's scrotum, scooting his balls to the center,
and then she used her fingers to move them around in his sac.  She
found a cord-like structure that she knew from the anatomy book to be
Rik's epididy-something-or-other.  "And they feel kinda greasy," she
added, poking.

     "Would you like me to do that your tits?" asked Rik.

     "I bet you'd like to," smiled Minsy.

     Rik snorted, and Tak chuckled.

     "It's hard to make these little boogers stay still long enough to
tie 'em up!" said Minsy.  Her brow was knit in concentration.

     "What's the duct tape for?" asked Tak.

     "Your mouth, if you don't shush!" said Minsy.

     Tak shushed.

     Rik was watching a bead of sweat roll down Minsy's right
breast.  He suddenly stiffened and looked down.  "Too tight! Too
tight!"

     "Sorry!" apologized Minsy, wiping a strand of hair away from
her face.  This business was new to her.

     "S'right," said Rik.

     "How's that?" asked Minsy.

     Rik looked thoughtful, then, "It's okay, I guess."

     "Good," said Minsy, cupping Rik's major organ in her fingers.
"Now for your peter."

     "People don't say 'peter' anymore," said Tak.  "How old ARE
your dad's magazines?"

     "You really wanna get your mouth taped, don't you?" said
Minsy, as she wrapped the shoelace around Rik's cock.

     Tak shushed.

     "Don't use too much," said Rik, looking down.

     "I got enough tape for you, too," said Minsy, adding an
additional half-dozen turns just to spite Rik.

     Rik shushed.  He wondered if Tak was to get the same treat-
ment.  He glanced at his brother, who grinned at him.  Rik's heart
hardened - if Minsy didn't tie up Tak's balls just as bad, he would
later.  It was a promise.

     "Lordy," said Minsy, again wiping at the same errant strand.
"This's thirsty work!  I think I'll go get a coke."  She stood up and
smiled sweetly at Rik.  "Don't go anywhere.  I'll be back in a little
while."

     She padded to the ladder and disappeared below.  The twins
looked at each other.  They waited for Minsy's soft footsteps to
recede.

     "Damn hot," said Tak eventually.  His partial erection had
deflated and re-inflated.  Now it thumped in the air as Tak took in his
brother's bound predicament.  Tak grinned, feeling perspiration trick-
ling off his scrotum.

     "Yeah," said Rik.  "Whose idea was this, anyway?"

     "Yours."

     "Oh."  Rik leaned back against the ropes, arms straightened.
"When'd she get so pretty?"

     "I guess she always has been," said Tak, thinking of the
transmutation of a childhood friend into a sexual partner.  It really
wasn't too different from what had happened to he and Rik.  Maybe it
was a natural progression.  He looked at Rik's erect, wavering cock.
Maybe he'd never get as excited over Mins as Rik did.  Then again,
maybe he'd find himself borrowing Minsy's anatomy book.  Maybe it
was time he learned a little about that "man in the boat" he'd heard so
much about.

     Rik discovered that he was standing in two pools of sweat.  The
heat in the attic, he thought, must be getting close to a hundred.  No
wonder it felt so enveloping - it was the temperature of amniotic fluid.

     "I wonder what else she plans to do," said Tak.

     "I don't care, as long as it don't leave scars and as long as she
does something, or let's me do something, about this boner!"

     Tak grinned. "I'd do somethin' about it, but I'm all tied up!"

     Rik tired of leaning back against the ropes, so he tried leaning
forward against them.  "You know," he said, "we musta talked 'bout
gettin' someone to tie us both up at the same time about a hunert
times by now!"

     "Yeah," said Rik, who was alternately pulling himself up on to
tiptoe and relaxing flat-footed in his own effort to relieve his enforced
position.  "But I kinda thought that we'd be tied TO each other, or, at
least, close enough to touch each other."  He brought a knee up past
horizontal to his chest and then lowered it.  "Or in a way we could
touch ourselves."   It could get, he knew, much worse before it got
better.

     "I needa get off," said Rik, and Tak thought, somewhat sourly,
Yeah, and I can get off all by myself without touching.  Been there.
Done that.

     "Sure is hot," said Rik, after a time.

     Downstairs, Minsy was dusting baby powder on her belly and
flanks.  She wanted to see the boys all hot and sweaty, but not be
herself hot and sweaty - not too much, anyway.  She had positioned
herself in front of an air conditioning vent.

     The boys are cute, she thought.  When'd they get so cute?  And
Rik was so randy, too.  Her little teddy had snared him right in, hadn't
it?  What was wrong with Tak? she wondered.  She hadn't gotten him
more than half-hard even when she leaned against him to kiss him.
Oh course, that had been a polite (sisterly?) kiss, hadn't it?  Nothing
like that gap-jawed, suck-out-my-tonsils, straight-to-my-vagina thing
with Rik.  Minsy giggled.  She had never dreamed that a kiss could be
like that!

     Minsy sipped her coke, and then she wondered how much longer
she was going to leave the boys up there.  She looked at her mirror,
admired her freckly tits for the millionth time, and she smiled at
herself.  Let 'em stew.

     And stew they did.  By the time Minsy padded back up the
ladder an hour later, the twins had worked themselves into a state of
near-nervous exhaustion, not to mention near heat-exhaustion.  Minsy
brought two little fans and a trash bag full of wet washcloths.   She
placed the fans and the bag in front of an expectant Rik, who grinned.
And then she looked around.  "Hmm," she said. "Need some extension
cords.  Be right back."  Rik's grin collapsed.

     Tak had gotten some sweat in his right eye, and he grimaced,
leaning his head to the side and wishing that he was one of those
persons who had one big eyebrow that stretched all the way across.
Or a neanderthal, with a great big brow ridge.  Yeah!  Damn!  He
shook his head.  It smarts.

     "Do you think my dick's gettin' purple?" asked Rik, worried.

     "It's fine," said Tak, without looking.  If he ever came back to
Minsy's attic (stranger things had happened; he knew because he read
the National Enquirer), he was gonna wear a sweat band!  Besides,
where was his fan?  They were both over by Rik.  Surely his almost-
sisterly Minsy toward whom he conceivably felt this almost-brotherly
love didn't intend to let Rik have both of them?

     Minsy burst through the opening.  Rik grinned hopefully.  His
encircled balls were throbbing, and his encircled cock had been
prevented from both coming and relaxing.  Sweat was pouring from
his every pore.

     "Hmm," said Minsy. "Now, where's the outlets?"  Rik swivelled
his bound right wrist to point his hand at the lamp on the dresser.
"Oh, yeah," said Minsy.  Soon each twin had a small electric fan
blowing upward at their naked bellies.  (Rik luxuriated in relative
comfort, but Tak was annoyed that his fan oscillated horizontally.)

     "You're still up, I see," said Minsy, admiring and a bit surprised
at Rik's continued hardness.  She glanced at Tak, whose cock was
almost drooping.

     "Shoelaces" said Rik.

     "So, if I was to suck to you off right now, then you couldn't
come?" Minsy asked.

     "I dunno," said Rik, honestly. "Wanna try?"

     "Sure," said Minsy. "But first I got something else for you."

     Rik raised his eyebrows as Minsy turned her back and padded
over to the dresser.  How much shit, Rik wondered, DOES she have
in that dresser?

     "Clothes pins!" said Minsy, turning triumphantly.  Rik shook his
head in apparent disbelief.  "For your nipples!" Minsy enthused,
grinning.  "To heighten sexual tension!"  Rik groaned and sagged into
his ropes.

     Tak wore a twisted half-smile as he watched Minsy place the
clothespins on Rik.  He, personally, would not have chosen to
heighten his brother's already-sub-orbital sexual tension!  Minsy was
in for a surprise!

     "Now, let's see," said Minsy, looking at her captive.  "You want
a blow job?"

     "I was BORN wantin' a blow job!" asserted Rik, as a drop of
sweat left his nose and struck the shaft of his cock.

     "Musta surprised your mom," said Minsy as she twisted into the
plastic chair.

     "Well," said Rik, "I wanted some tit, too, back then."

     Tak shook his head, wondering if he had ever heard a more
inane conversation.

     "I was gonna suck off Tak first," said Minsy, "while you gave
me pointers."  She balanced Rik's throbbing member on three fingers,
as if aiming a dart.

     "I'll give you pointers," offered Rik, "while you suck me off!"

     Minsy bent over and traced circles around Rik's slit with the tip
of her tongue.  Beyond her auburn mane, Rik had a enjoyable view of
her back and the upper cleft of her ass.   Minsy had his cock straight
up against his belly button and was licking and nibbling along the
center line.  Precum was leaking past the cock's restraints.  She licked
it up and glanced over at Tak.  Now he was hard.

     "I need you to suck me," said Rik.

     "Mmm, like this?"  Minsy took the head of Rik's cock into her
mouth.  She remembered how his tongue had felt, invading her mouth.
This was really different - her mouth was filled!   She had to reposi-
tion herself on the plastic chair and lean her head slightly to take more
of Rik's length.  The organ was crowding the back of her mouth, and
her hands told her that she had taken less than half his length.  To
take more, she'd have to make her lips and throat a straight line, and
also somehow manage to breathe.  She hadn't anticipated technical
difficulties!  She felt for the arm of the chair, and she raised her butt.
She was partially standing, hunched over.  She suddenly decided to go
ahead, and then she tried to swallow the cock.  She felt pebbly veins
slide past her lips.  She felt heat being radiated from Rik's belly
against her forehead.  It took every bit of her willpower to put down
her gag reflex.

     Rik was watching in wonder.  It was hard to believe that he was
Minsy's first blow job.  Maybe she had a natural talent.

     Minsy exhaled noisily as the cock moved away from her tonsils.
She thought that she now knew why the process was called both
"sucking" and "blowing".  She wrapped her lips around the base of
Rik's glans and stabbed the tip of her tongue into his slit.  She sucked
in a quick breath, and it was time to go again.

     This time, her forehead touched Rik's belly.  "That's the way,"
said Rik.  He glanced across at Tak.

     Tak was watching the slender girl, wondering, Is that how I look
when I do that?  He had to admit that it looked as sexy as hell.  He
watched Minsy's slender hips move from side to side.  He saw her
pale ass checks tighten and relax.  Her hair had fallen beside her face,
and it obscured his view of Minsy's face, but he could tell that she
was really taking Rik deeply.  Was Rik's chest reddening?

     Minsy had mistimed her breathing cycle and stopped for a second
to catch her breath.  The living organ in her hands was pulsating with
his heartbeat.  Even with his cock in her hands, she had the sensation
of its presence in the back of her throat.

     "This is hard work," said Minsy.

     "Don't stop!" said Rik, sensing impending relief.  He looked down
at the girl.

     "Mmm," said Minsy, and bent to her task.

     "Go a little slower," suggested Tak.  Rik's chest was definitely
reddening!

     "Slower, my ass!" cried Rik.  "Go faster!"

     "Mmmphle," said Minsy in midstroke.  This proved disastrous
because opening her vocal cords caused her to gag.  Her throat closed
convulsively.

     "Oh, wow!" said Rik, impressed.  "How'd you do that?"

     Minsy coughed around the shaft, pulled away, and coughed
again.   She leaned over to the side, coughing in frustration.  It was
either cough or retch, and she had been doing so well!

     "What'd she do?" asked Tak.

     "I dunno," answered Rik.  "Maybe it went down the wrong way!"
He nudged the slender girl with the side of his knee.  "Minsy?  You
okay?"

     Minsy looked up at him.  Tears were streaming from her green
eyes.  "I gotta get somethin' to drink!"  She arose, with her face red
from both embarrassment and reflex.  Rik watched in concern and
consternation.  He hadn't meant to almost suffocate her!

     "I'll be right back," said Minsy.  Then, with a brace of spas-
modic coughing, she hurriedly departed.

     "Shit," said Rik, frightened.  "I never seen that happen before."

     "You're just too much for her," said Tak.  "Now you see what I
have to go through!"

     The twins could hear Minsy below, coughing.

     "I wish we were close enough for you to get your foot over here
on my cock," said Rik.  "I only need a little more..."

     "You think she's gonna be okay?" asked Tak.  He had just
noticed a knob on the top of his fan.  Did it turn off the oscillations?

     "I think it just went down the wrong way," said Rik.  "Like
you last night when Caroline jabbed you with her elbow."

     "Yeah," agreed Tak. "That must have been pretty interestin'."

     Minsy reappeared, carrying a coke.  Her face was blotchy, but
her eyes were dry.  "Well," said Minsy, "I've learned my lesson."

     "Don't do deep throat?" offered Tak.

     Minsy shook her head.  "Don't talk with your mouth full!"

     "Can you fix my fan?" asked Tak.  His entire body was coated
with sweat.

     "What's wrong with it?"

     "It goes back and forth and doesn't blow on me but 'bout a third
of the time," explained Tak.

     "Oh!" said Minsy, remembering the trash bag.  "I brought
somethin' for you."

     Rik was for cutting out the chit-chat and getting back to business,
but he was curious.  "What?" he asked.

     Minsy retrieved the bag, fished around in it, and withdrew a wet
terry washcloth.  "Here," she said, and she wiped Rik's face.

     The cool water felt great against his hot skin.  He found himself
enjoying it immensely, even despite the insistence of his erection.

     Minsy draped two washcloths over Rik's shoulders, leaving them
to drip, and then, impulsively hung one over Rik's cock.

     "I want some of that," said Tak.

     "Sure," said Minsy.  She took the bag and walked over to Tak.
She pulled up the knob on the fan and repositioned it to blow on the
twin.  The fan protested and made a sound like  'rockety, rockety',
but it stopped oscillating.

     "Ah," said Tak.

     "Want a sponge bath?" asked the slender girl.

     "Sure!"

     Minsy started at Tak's bound hands, wiping away his perspiration
with the cool, wet washcloths.  When one began to feel warm under
her fingertips, she would drop it on the floor and get a fresh one.  She
wiped his broad back and his firm chest, his (ticklish) belly, buttocks,
and thighs.  Then she finally burrowed under Tak's pooled, sodden
jeans to take Tak's sneakers off.   They were drenched.  Minsy pushed
the sneaks and jeans aside, and took a fresh washcloth and drew it
down the inside of Tak's legs all the way to his ankles.  Tak practi-
cally purred.  Under the ministrations of the girl's hands and the
blissful coolness of the water on his skin, he became hard.

     "Un-huh," said Minsy.  "I see it DOES work as well as Rik's."
She encircled Tak's organ with a washcloth and gave it several back
and forth passes.

     Rik could not believe it.  Here he had been hard for what
seemed like the entire morning, his encircled cock and balls were
aching with need (and his cock had a washcloth hung on it), his
nipples were being squeezed by clothespins, and Minsy was ignoring
him!  The only good part that he could see was that he was able to
watch his brother and the girl, and that wasn't even very good, be
cause it was making him even hornier!

     Minsy was on her knees.  She had Tak's cock pressed to her
sternum, between her breasts.  The reddened organ was an interesting
contrast against her pale skin.  Tak also found the view interesting.

     "I'm dying over here!" complained Rik.

     "Do you think I oughta go finish him up?" Minsy asked Tak.
She took her tongue and drew tiny circles around Tak's slit.

     Tak looked at Rik, who was looking pretty wretched at that
point.  "Yeah," said Tak, looking down at the girl. "I guess you
oughta."  He pitched his voice low. "Go back and give him about
twenty sucks, real slow, but listen real close.  If he starts hummin' or
gaspin', or you see him close his eyes, then stop suckin' and come
back to me.  We don't want him comin' prematurely.  Okay?"

     Minsy gave Tak's cock a kiss.  "You're really a nice guy," she
told Tak. "Anybody ever told you that?"

     "Just my mom," said Tak, "and I always figured she was kinda
biased."

     "Help! Help!" called Rik. "I'm trapped in a hundred degree attic
with a madwoman who won't let me come!"

     Minsy stood and brushed her lips against Tak's.  "Be right back."
Then she padded over to Rik.  The washcloth had slid off Rik's cock,
and the reddened, angry-looking organ was making little circles in the
air.  To Minsy the organ looked primed to explode.  She had to be
very careful, as Tak had reminded her, to avoid having Rik's cock
explode before he had derived the maximum degree of satisfaction
from her efforts.

     Minsy scooted the chair around sideways and placed one knee in
it.  "Ready?" she asked.

     "I think so," said Rik, attempting irony.

     "Mmm, here goes," said Minsy.   She wrapped her lips around
the angry organ and drew it in.  Again, she had the sensation of
fullness in the back of her throat and had to fight to depress her gag
reflex.  She remembered to go slow.

     Rik leaned back into the ropes, forcing his lower body forward
to the auburn-haired girl.  He felt the familiar rhythm take over his
lower body.  Soon, very soon, he felt.

     "Minsy!" warned Tak.

     Rik sort of heard him at the extreme edge of his consciousness,
but he had reached the point where he willed away distractions.

     Minsy stopped at the end of a stroke, with Rik's cock head
between her teeth.  She looked up at Rik's face.  His eyes were
closed!  She released the cock from her mouth and gently returned it
to it's midair position.

     Rik was eagerly awaiting further stimuli.  In it, he knew, would
be the impetus to push him over the edge.  He waited, and waited, and
nothing happened.  When he opened his eyes, he saw Minsy, yellow
plastic chair and all, over sucking on his brother.  It took a second or
two for full comprehension to soak in.  Then Rik blew out a pent-up
breath of hot air that flared his nostrils.

     "What in the WORLD are you doing?" cried Rik.

     Tak leaned his head to the girl.  "He gets real cranky right
before he comes," Tak explained.  "Maybe this would be a good time
to gag him."

     "What's the IDEA," cried Rik, "just STOPPING like that?"

     Minsy withdrew from Tak's cock and glanced at Rik.  His chest
was heaving.  He projected an aura of belligerence.  "Is he in pain?"
she asked.

     "Nah," said Tak. "Just horny.  One thing, though - be sure you
take that shoelace off before you let him come.  Don't wanna blow up
the plumbin'!"

     "Yeah," said Minsy, imagining the awesome pressures involved.

     "I'm waiting!" cried Tak.

     "Give him another minute or so," suggested Tak.  "I'm really
enjoyin' what you're doin'."

     "You're a nice guy, Tak," said Minsy, and she returned to the
task.

     "I just don't BELIEVE this," complained Rik.

     "Little faster there, Mins," said Tak.

     Minsy nodded agreement, being very careful not to vocalize.

     Tak grinned at his brother, and then he made an effort to totally
relax his face.  He didn't want to give away what he was up to.

      "That's very nice, Mins," he said conversationally. "Maybe a
little faster?"

     "Ah, that's good."

     "Maybe you could kinda suck in your cheeks at the end of the
stroke?"

     "Great. That's just the right touch."

     "My obituary'll say that I died of HORNINESS!" complained Rik.

     It was becoming an effort to keep his face and voice impassive.
Tak looked down, "Now, Mins, don't stop just yet, but you've got a
decision ahead of you.  I'm not like Rik - I don't get all excited and
noisy when I come - so it may sneak up on you.  The thing you gotta
think about is do you want me comin' in your mouth?  If you do, you
gotta be prepared to swallow it."  Tak was cutting it close.  He was
about to blast.  "And don't stop when I start comin', either.  It's real
close now, so make up your mind.  You ain't got much time..."

     And then Tak lost it.  His back arched and his pelvis thrust
forward toward the girl.  A wave started curling up his innards in the
base of his tummy and he was alight.  He deposited a gush of steamy
cum directly into the throat of the slender girl, who, amazingly, held
on, kept sucking, and accepted three more.  Tak lolled forward on the
ropes.  Minsy industriously kept sucking.  Tak watched her for a
moment and then he said, "Mins, it's over.  I came."

     Minsy released his spent member.  "I thought so," said Minsy,
"when I felt those big blasts go through your cock."  Minsy looked up
at Tak's face.  "So you don't get all excited about it, huh?  Considerin'
what you just did to me, and you bein' calm and all, I guess Rik's
gonna DROWN me, huh?"

     "I heard that!" called Rik.  "What's this 'calm' business?  I've
heard him howl like a wolf!"

     "Well, YOU'VE certainly been doing a lot of howling," Minsy
directed to Rik.  "Don't you want the rest of your sponge bath?"

     "Arghhh!" cried Rik, in utter frustration.

     "Maybe you'd like to let me down, now," suggested Tak, "so I
can help you with Rik."

     "Okay," said Minsy.  She reached up for Tak's wrist.  A minute
later the twin was free.  They both looked at Rik, who was glaring at
them.

     "I'll get the tape," said Tak.

     "I'll take off the shoelace," said Minsy.

     "Leave the clothespins, though," said Tak.  "He really likes
them!"

     "Okay."  Minsy picked up her chair and padded over to Rik.
She discovered that his cock was looking even angrier.  Rik's face and
chest were scarlet.  When she placed the chair and straddled it, Rik
immediately thrust his hips forward to her.

     "This'll make things calmer," said Tak, approaching his brother
from his rear, "or at least a little quieter."  Before Rik could complain
or otherwise react, Tak slipped a large piece of duct tape over his
brother's head and pulled it tautly over Rik's mouth.

     Rik had not seen it coming.  His attention was distracted - to his
groin, where the slender girl was untying the cord around his cock and
balls.  Immediately, he felt the infusion of fresh blood flow.  Then
Tak had snuck up with the tape.  Rik shook his head angrily, and then
he hung from the ropes - pissed and frustrated.

     Tak went back for the bag of washcloths.  Minsy was watching
to see if Rik's cock was going to automatically deflate.  She poked it
with a fingertip.  Seemed firm enough.

     Suck, suck, suck! willed Rik.

     Tak came up with the bag, and Minsy looked up at him.  "Do
you wanna suck him for a while?" she asked.

     "Well, I dunno," said Tak.

     Somebody suck me! Suck, suck, suck! willed Rik.  He was
putting everything he had into his ESP.  Twins were supposed to have
ESP, weren't they?  Why wasn't his stupid brother picking it up?

     "You been doin' so well," said Tak.

     Suck, suck, suck! thought Rik.

     "Okay," said Minsy.  "Let me know when you think he's comin'.
I need some warning."

     "Just take it nice and slow," said Tak, "and I think you'll know."

     Suck fast, fast, fast! thought Rik.

     Minsy started on his cock just as Tak started a swathe with a
washcloth.  Minsy's went about five inches.  Tak's went about five
feet, because he started at Rik's right armpit and went all the way to
the floor. Then he circled over the top of Rik's right foot and started
up the inside.  He changed cloths and reached the area between Rik's
legs just as Minsy swooped in and back out.  Tak looked at Minsy's
face.  Her eyes were closed in concentration.  She's really pretty,
thought Tak.

     He looked up at his brother's face.  Rik's head was leaned back,
so Tak got a view of chin and nostrils.  The chin was reddened, the
nostrils flaring.  Soon, very soon, thought Tak.

     He dropped the washcloth and released the clothespins on his
twin's nipples.  Tak bent his head forward.  Rik's nipples went from
the brutal insistence of the clothespins to the gentle reassurance of
Tak's experienced tongue and lips.  Tak stood sideways, leaving room
for Minsy, and pressed his side against his brother's body.  He pulled
away the tape gag.  He suddenly wanted to watch his brother's reac-
tion.  Tak reached out and pulled his brother's head close, and his lips
found his brother's.  They were locked in a hot, moist, sweaty kiss
when Rik's world wobbled on its axis.  He arched his back and
bucked, almost bucking off poor Minsy.   He released a shuddery
exhalation and vocalized his wonder.  Minsy braced herself, thinking
about tidal waves.

     Tak saw his brother's pupils dilate.  He saw Tak's head loll back.
He felt the heat being thrown off of his brother's body.  He felt the
motion of the slender girl's head beside his waist.

     "Arrghh!" cried Rik, and he shot a load of gusty cum into
Minsy's throat.  Minsy had felt it coming, and was prepared for the
very worst.  She felt the blast travel through the throbbing member
into her, and there it depleted itself, giving up its force and heat to
her.  It was both climatic and anti-climatic.  And then it happened
again.  Minsy reminded herself to breathe.

     Tak still had one hand behind his brother's neck.  Each time that
Rik came, he would push back against Tak's hand.  Tak's attention,
and his other hand, were on his twin's belly.  Tak felt the impulse
clinch his brother's abdominal muscles.  He heard Rik vocalize
something unintelligible, and then there was the quick buildup and the
short release.

     Tak knew what he wanted to do when he grew up.  He wanted
to become whatever kind of scientist studies orgasms.  Tak reached up
for his brother's bound wrist.

     Rik had one more in him, and it caught him just as Tak was
lowering Rik's arm.  The force of it twisted Rik on his heels, and he
would have fallen had not Tak caught him.  Rik also twisted away
from Minsy, who lost her grip on his engorged member, but who was
able to observe, up close, what it looks like when a boy comes.  Cum
splashed on her breasts.  Minsy was delighted.

     "Whew," said Rik weakly.  He regained his footing, blinked and
reached his free hand down to tangle it in Minsy's auburn strands.

     "Hey," said Rik, "I don't think we can teach you much about
suckin'.  I think you got it all figured out."

     Minsy looked up, beaming, displaying her perfectly ordered
pearly white teeth.  To her, it was immense praise.

     Tak released Rik's other wrist, and Rik dropped to his knees.
His blue eyes were on a level with Minsy's green ones.  He tilted her
head back with his fingertips and kissed her deeply, tasting himself in
her.

     Tak had sank into the plastic chair, which was dangerously
slippery with his sweat.  He was watching the tender scene between
brother and neighbor.  There, in Minsy's attic, with no sound other
than the creak and rachetting of electric fans and the moan and honks
of distant traffic, and with the swirling dust particles and the hot,
moist heat of the south, he looked at the young pair, and felt a stirring
of optimism.  They wouldn't be young forever, he thought, but they'd
be young for a long time yet.  Their world of school and television
and surfing the net and mutual love and admiration for each other
could accommodate this new interest - this new redheaded interest of
theirs.  Philosophically, Tak had always known that this sweet time in
their lives was but a passage - a brief passage.  Beyond it loomed
college, jobs, families.  It is a time of uncertainty, of hopes, of
optimism.  It's being a teen.

     Rik and Minsy were slick with sweat.  Minsy started giggling
when her hand slipped off Rik's shoulder, and the kiss soon ended in
mutual laughter.  The pair ended up on their backs on the wood floor,
looking at the rafters and cross-members.  For a long time no one
spoke, and then Minsy said, "Anyone wanna sit in a hot tub?"

     "You got a cold tub?" asked Rik, and Minsy and Tak laughed.

     When the laughter tapered, Minsy said, "You know what else I
wanna do today?"

     "Mmm?" said Rik.

     "I wanna lose my virginity."

     "We got some condoms," said Tak.

     "With which one of us?" asked Rik.

     Minsy stretched luxuriantly.  "Oh," she said, "with whichever one
of you ends up on top."


                        All Together Now


     "So, I get excited, huh?" said Rik.  The twins and Minsy were in
Minsy's hot tub.  A shared gallon jug of Gatorade from Minsy's fridge
and a second affectionate scrub bath with cool washcloths by both Tak
and Minsy had done much too restore Rik's enthusiasm.

     Minsy lounged with the swirling water playing about her nipples.
"You were lots more excited than Tak," she said.  Her toes had found
what she thought was Rik's ankle, and she was working her way
upward.  She was rewarded when Rik's eyebrows rose.

     "That's because he was more provoked than I was," said Tak.
He was aware of the tension between his brother and the girl, and his
gaze went from one to the other.  Unanswered between them hung the
question of whom Minsy would choose.   Tak watched the electricity
flow from brother to neighbor, and did not resent it - much.

     "Musta been the clothespins," offered Minsy.  She had found
Rik's groin with her exploring toes.

     "They helped," admitted Rik, "but so did the shoelaces."  Rik
was probing with his toes up Minsy's thigh.  Unlike his competence
with his brother, he had only a vague notion of what he would find in
between Minsy's legs.

     Tak watched, aware that something was going on.  Rik had
always been the explorer, the more reckless of the two.  Tak was
willing to let Rik forge the path in this, too.  Not that he did not find
Minsy attractive.  Indeed, he found the slender, auburn-haired girl that
he known all his life suddenly and surprisingly fascinating.  He simply
had not made the complete leap from thinking of her as a sympathetic
childhood friend to seeing her as a sexy, vital woman (who might
even be kinkier than he was).  It was so unlike the familiar co-
conspirator, partner, and fuck-buddy roles always fulfilled by his
brother that Tak was confused, interested, and cautious - but mostly
interested.  He did not care if Rik won this one because he would, he
knew, be there, too.

     Minsy's toes had found Rik's cock, and she felt it harden.  She
was pleased, but had mixed feelings about it, too.  She was close,
closer than ever, to losing her virginity, and she was deliciously close
to the two with whom she preferred to do so.  She had spent many
hours in the recent year thinking about it and fantasizing about it.  The
twins, both separately and merged into one, had been favorite subjects
in her fantasies.  This hot tub, in fact, had played a prominent part.
Now, with the moment at hand, however, she was ambivalent about
her immediate prospects.  Was it to be the loving event that she
imagined, or was it to be simply an animal-like response to the touch
and warmth of a healthy human body?  Where was the love?

     Rik had found her crotch.  Maybe love was immediate, or
shared, or gradual - the product of a shared lifetime, thought Minsy.
She remembered playing doctor (and the trouble they got into) with
the twins.  Back then, they were all girls in her mind - nothing had
differentiated them.  They were friends - anatomically correct friends,
she had discovered through playing doctor - unlike the androgynous
Ken that went with her Barbie dolls.

     Rik's big toe was burrowing.  Minsy giggled.  Memories of
childhood evaporated.  Rik's toes were nearing her center of pleasure.

     "Would you two like to be alone?" asked Tak.  His brother had
that hungry look that Tak recognized.

     Startled, Minsy looked at Tak in sudden embarrassment.  She
had been in the process of guiding Rik's toes with her hands.

     Rik squirmed.  "Maybe we oughta move this to a bedroom," he
suggested, feeling as if he were running up a test balloon, and then he
watched Minsy to see which way the winds blew.

     Minsy smiled crookedly.  She inexplicably felt like a child
caught with a hand in the cookie jar.   She turned her crooked smile
on Tak and said, "Please don't go.  I want both of you to take me to
bed."

     Tak nodded, giving no outward sign that he was gratified to still
be included with the electricity that he perceived crackling between
the other two.

     Rik cleared his throat.  "Let's go find that bed," he said.  Minsy
had released his foot and folded her legs up underneath her.

     "Okay," said Minsy.  She unfolded her slender legs and stood
up.  Water streamed off her body.

     Tak was the next to arise.  He stood several inches taller than the
girl.  He saw the girl's gaze hungrily sweep along his body, and Tak's
discomfort caused him to reach out a hand to his brother.

     Rik would have preferred to remain sitting in the water until his
erection subsided.  It was silly, he knew.  Both girl and brother had
seen him hard, but it was subtly different when the subject of his
hardon was not his brother.  Rik felt guilty because his excitement
was for the girl alone.  He had not even thought of his brother.

     Rik took Tak's hand, and pulled himself erect.  His engorged
cock nodded as water streamed from Rik's body.  Minsy gave it an
admiring look, and then she gracefully stepped out of the tub.  This
action was watched, and appreciated, by both boys.  Minsy reached
for a towel, and she said, "Who wants to take me to bed?"

     "I do," said Rik, and Tak made it a chorus.

     "Then get up out of the tub!" said Minsy.  "Somebody better
kiss me, quick."

     Tak was closer, so the duty fell to him.  He stepped onto the tile
floor and took the girl within his arms.  Their kiss lasted for a full
minute, with their wet bodies pressed together.  Minsy closed her
eyes, alert to the boy's warmth and the hardness of his male, very
male, body.   She felt his hardness on her nipples, and she felt his
hardness as it rose in the confined space between their bodies.

     Tak's strong arms were about the girl.  He felt some of the
electricity crackle his way.  He felt as if he could just pick her up and
be away with her, or he could have her then - right there on the cool
tile floor beside the hot tub.  The only thing stopping him was his
concern for the girl.  She expected and deserved tenderness.  Though
he was no more experienced in the particular realm that they
anticipated exploring than she, he would do nothing to take away from
her experience of it.  And there was that sense of discomfort, too, that
sense, that doubt that perhaps he was not qualified to conduct a
deflowering.

     "Hey!" complained Rik, after the minute had passed. "Can I get
some of that?"

     Tak released Minsy, looked at his brother, and said, "Sure."
Then he grabbed his brother, wrapped his arms tightly around the
surprised boy, and planted a kiss on his brother's lips.  With his arms
pinned, Rik could do nothing other than squirm.

     The suddenness of Tak's movement startled Minsy, too, but then
she looked at the twins, at Rik's discomposure, and she laughed.  She
laughed hard, and Tak joined her a moment later when he released his
sputtering twin.  Rik felt slightly abused and slightly outraged, but he
looked at the others laughing (Tak while pointing a finger at him) and
he released a rueful chuckle and then joined in.

     Minsy's grin took in both boys.  How had Tak known that his
clowning around would release the tension that she was, that they all
were, feeling?  She felt more comfortable than she had thought
possible - she was among friends, dear friends.


     Rik had Minsy first, in his own bed because they had to go to
Rik and Tak's house to get the condoms.  He had been artlessly eager
and enthusiastic in his attempt and had become frenzied at the end.
He pressed his forehead against the bed cover beside the girl's head
and stood atop his toes and elbows as he shot his load.  His eyes were
closed.

     Minsy smiled as the contractions took the slender boy, but she
had not achieved orgasm.  It had been too fast, too frantic.  He had
peaked too soon.

     Rik shuddered and came again.  Minsy smiled.  Tak, from his
position kneeling beside the bed, saw that smile and wondered.

     Rik took a deep breath, pressed his head into the covering, and
came again.

     Minsy, virgin-no-more, turned her head to look at Tak, who
grinned at her.  She grinned back.

     Rik vociferated something unintelligible and sagged on his toes
and elbows.  He suddenly remembered the girl below and arrested his
movement.  He'd have to be careful.  He could collapse in a puddle
on his brother at any time, but he could BREAK something if he
collapsed on the slender girl.

     Minsy's hand were on his face, guiding him to her lips.  Their
kiss was intimate, but brief, and the two were soon separating.  Minsy
felt satisfied, but incomplete.  She glanced hopefully at Tak.  Rik
rolled over on his back, threw an arm over his face as if to shield his
eyes, and said, "Whew!"

     If true to form, thought Tak, Rik would soon go to sleep.  Then
Tak found Minsy's arms reaching for him.  He stood and leaned over,
expecting to be involved in a kiss, but that was not Minsy's intention.
She wrapped her arms around Tak's neck, and buried her forehead on
her arm.  She pressed her feet into the bedding and raised her hips,
presenting herself to Tak, who, though confused, accepted her.  He
straightened and found himself carrying the slender, auburn-haired girl.

     "Tie me up," whispered the virgin-no-more into Tak's ear, "and
make love to me."  Tak was shocked by the unexpected request, but
he nuzzled her hair and looked at his brother, who was wearing that
lazy post-coital smile and who nodded encouragement.  He could not,
thought Tak, have heard what the girl whispered.  Tak turned with his
living, warm burden and looked at himself and the girl in the dresser
mirror.  She felt good in his arms.  She looked lovely.  He would do
anything she asked.

     Tak carried Minsy over to his bed and gently lowered her.  Her
hands again reached for his neck, but this time it was to pull him
down into a kiss.  When it was done, Minsy held him a little longer
and told him, "Make love to me," she said, "but make love slowly."

     "Alrighty," said Tak, awash in the smell of her auburn hair.  He
liked the way her lips formed the word 'slowly.'

     "And be sure that you touch me all over," said Minsy.

     "Alrighty," agreed Tak, and then he looked around.  He'd need
some rope.

     Rik was laying on his side, watching and idly playing with
himself, wondering if Minsy would give him another try.

     Tak saw the bag of gear in the open door of their closet.   When
he retrieved it, Rik was standing beside the bed.  "Are you going to
tie her up?" he asked.

     "Yep," said Tak.  Minsy spread her legs and stretched her arms
out to the corners of the bed.

     Rik was surprised that his brother would think of bondage games
during such a momentous occasion, but he had to admire him for it.
"Tie me up, too," suggested Rik, "and make me watch!"

     Tak looked at his brother.  MAKE you watch?  Rik grinned.
"Alrighty," said Tak, shaking his head.  "Just don't be thinkin' that I'm
gonna blow you off afterwards!"

     "Guys," said Minsy.

     Both twins looked at her.  Minsy rolled her eyes.  "Okay," said
Tak.  He handed two short ropes to Rik.  "Get her other side," Tak
said.

     Rik circled the bed and tied Minsy's left wrist to the bedpost.
He then went to her left ankle, but found dealing with it difficult
because he was distracted by what the girl was displaying.  He stared
until Minsy said, "Rik."  Then he blinked and looked up.  Both Tak
and Minsy were staring at him.  Minsy had her head raised and was
frowning.  Rik cleared his throat and hurriedly finished.

     Tak fished in the canvas bag and withdrew a handful of rope.
He looked at Rik and grinned.  "Like it down there, huh?"

     "Well," said Rik, at a loss for an appropriate comment.

     "Put your hands on the bedposts," said Tak.  "And kneel down."
When Rik complied, Tak tied his wrists to the bedpost.  Then Tak
pulled out the bulldog collar and put it on Rik.   Ropes wrapped
around his ankles and knees secured Rik's lower body, and a padlock
and a short length of chain between the collar and the bed rail
between the bed posts secured Rik's upper body.  Tak put the padlock
key on the bed between Minsy's outstretched legs.

     "Have you got that gag?" asked Minsy.

     "Sure," said Tak.  "You wanna be gagged?"

     "Not me - Rik!"

     Tak grinned and said, "Alrighty!"

     Right before the gag was inserted, Rik rolled his eyes upwards at
his brother and said, "Clothespins!"

     Tak was surprised.  "You want some clothespins on your
nipples?"

     "Not me - Minsy!" said Rik, and then he opened wide.

     "Alrighty," said Tak, grinning at Minsy.

     It was at this point that the three failed to hear the twins' brother
Francis turn his key in the lock of the kitchen door and admit himself
into the house.  Over his shoulder was a bag of dirty laundry.  He
heard talking, but did not announce himself.  Instead, he turned into
the garage, where the machines were.

     "Tak!" said Minsy, concerned.  Her nipples were soft and tender,
not like boy's nipples.

     "Relax," said Tak. "My mom's got a dryer.  We don't even got
a clothesline!"  He stood beside the captive girl, considering.  He did
not know where to start.  He glanced at his brother, whose eyes were
bright and wide and who nodded at him to get on with it.  Tak looked
back at the slender girl.  Where would he start with his brother?

      "Touch me all over," she had said, so Tak decided to start with
her toes and work his way up.  He'd skip her... pussy?  box?  man-in-
the-boat? and come back to it.

     "Can I have a pillow?" asked Minsy.  It was hard work holding
her head up to watch Tak.  Too, every time she looked at Rik she got
the impression that he was grinning behind the gag.  It was something
in the way his eyes looked.

     "Sure," said Tak.  He fetched his pillow from the other bed and
placed it under Minsy's head.  Since he was right there, he decided
that he would kiss the girl.  Minsy smiled, and as soon as their lips
met, she opened her mouth and thrust her tongue into Tak.  Tak had
a fleeting thought that both the girl's mouth and tongue were smaller
than his normal frame of reference, and then the kiss was over, and
the slender girl was blowing in his ear.  Then she started giggling.

     Rik snorted around the ball gag.  He was thinking that he had
never heard of anyone more likely to giggle during a kiss!

     Tak turned his attention to the nearest available elbow.  In this
case, it was Minsy's.  Tongue touched pale flesh.  He saw a blue vein
and followed it outward.  He paused at her wrist and then pulled her
thumb into his mouth.  He sucked on it noisily, and then he retraced
up her arm to her armpit.  It was silky smooth, obviously recently
shaved.  (That morning, actually, before she had gone to the boy's
house).  From there, he moved to Minsy's head.  She squirmed and
murmured when he stuck his tongue into her ear, but at least she did
not giggle.

     Minsy was amused and intrigued.  A tongue in her ear was
something she had not even imagined.  And it was a terribly sexy
sensation, too!  Then Minsy stiffened.  What is he doing?  He's
licking my eyelids!

     Tak stopped to wipe an eyelash off his tongue with the back of
his hand and then he went to the other eye.  Then he nipped the tip of
her pixie nose, and the girl was stretching her head up to him
insistently.  Lips touched.  Tongues entwined.  A palm of exploration
was placed on Minsy's tummy during the kiss.  The hand moved to
Minsy's breast.

     Tak had one knee on the bed and a mouth full of girl, but he
marveled when his fingers touched the soft, compliant flesh of Minsy's
tits.  Minsy, too, marveled.  She involuntarily inhaled through her
mouth.  Minsy had no idea that the twins enjoyed commingled
breathing, so was not prepared when Tak exhaled into her mouth.  She
played along, and she began to understand a moment later when Tak
sucked back.  He's giving me his breathing! thought Minsy.  How
weird!  She breathed back.


     Down in the garage, Frank stripped himself naked feeding the
washing machine.  In the clean laundry hamper atop the dryer, he
found two pairs of folded undershorts that must have belonged to the
twins.  He grinned at the thought of disrupting his mother's carefully
planned "economical twofullness," and grabbed a pair.  They were
tight, but he managed to squeeze himself into them.  Then he rubbed
his belly, wondering if he were hungry.  He padded into the kitchen.
There were three bowls on the table.  He looked into the refrigerator
and found some turkey in a covered bowl.  He wondered if it were
left over from Thanksgiving.  Or Easter?  Otherwise, nothing looked
too enticing...



     "Open me up," suggested Minsy.

     Tak had to steady his hands, he was so nervous.  He was sitting
beside Minsy's left ankle, bent over her leg, with his hands on the
larger leaves that open to show smaller leaves.   Gently he reached in,
and then with finger and thumb curled the lips back.  He found their
inside covered with moisture.  Inside was revealed treasure.  Tak drew
a shaky breath.

     "Touch me near the top," said Minsy, and then she held her
breath for a second until her body stiffened.  "There," she said.
"Touch your tongue there."

     "Alrighty," said Tak, but he paused for a moment to look at the
anatomical structures.   He wanted to be sure that he had the right
part.  He leaned his head low and took a secret sniff.  The smell was
incredibly earthy - not nasty-earthy like a cow pen, but nice-earthy
like the forest after a rain.  He stretched forward his tongue.


     Frank stretched and yawned.  Maybe he wasn't hungry after all.
Not hungry enough, anyway, to actually open a can or get a frozen
dinner and COOK it.  Frank looked toward the living room and
stairway.  The twins were being quiet up there, whatever they were up
to.  Probably something self-involved, if he knew his brothers.  Frank
padded into the hallway, and paused to listen at the base of the stairs.


     Tak was discovering that eating pussy involves some effort.  He
had tired of leaning over Minsy's leg, so he had climbed onto the bed
between her legs and was leaning way over.  To his consternation, Rik
had an excellent view only of Tak's ass.

     "Make circles," said Minsy.  Her head was pressed back into the
pillow.  A part of her was flowing with the currents, while another
part was analytical.   She had never been able to achieve such an
effect with her own efforts, she thought.  On the other hand, she could
not tickle herself, either.  Her arms ached, and she suddenly
discovered that she had been pulling on the ropes at her wrists.  Was
that, she wondered, what was meant by 'sexual tension?'

     Little-man-in-the-boat, thought Tak, and he made circles.  He
pressed his elbows against the girl's thighs to hold her down.


     Frank paused again on the stairs.  Was that a girl's voice?  What
would a girl be doing in the twins' room?


     Minsy emitted a low moan that made the hairs on the back of
Tak's neck stand up.  If that was how Minsy experiences pleasure,
thought Tak, what in the world does she do for pain.  Laugh?

     "Stop!" said Minsy, tossing her auburn mane from side to side
on the pillow.  "Fuck me!  Fuck me now!"

     "I don't have a rubber on," said Tak, above her tangled pubic
hair.

     Minsy groaned again, but this time it was in exasperation.
"THEN GET ONE ON," Minsy said.

     Each emphatic, carefully enunciated word struck Tak like a
blow.  He exploded off the bed as if lashed and ran to Rik's bed.   He
looked around desperately.  Where were the condoms?   He turned to
Rik and demanded, "Where's my condom?"


     Frank had heard everything from "Fuck me, fuck me now" to
"Where's my condom?"  His jaw dropped open.  One of the twins had
a girl up there!


     Tak strode over to his brother and pulled the ball gag away.  He
did not bother to untie it.  "What did you do with my condom?" he
demanded.  "I never used it!  I didn't even open it!"

     Rik sputtered. "It's in your desk drawer with the others!"  The
last part of the sentence was chopped off by Tak releasing the red
rubber ball.  He ran to the desk.

     Minsy groaned in frustration and angst.  She was losing what she
had so carefully orchestrated.


     HOLY SHIT, thought Frank.  They're both in there with a girl!
He sat on the top step and took his head between his hands.


     Tak's hands were shaking as he tore the foil package open.  He
unrolled it on himself and went to Minsy.  She looked at him, the very
picture of wretchedness.

     "I think I lost it," she said sorrowfully.

     Tak looked from the girl to his encased member to his brother
and back to the girl.  He stood beside the bed, confused about what to
do next.  "Lost what?" asked Tak.

     "My..." started Minsy, and then she stopped.  She wasn't sure
what she had lost, or if it even had a name.

     "Your come?" asked Tak.

     "Yeah," said Minsy sorrowfully.

     Tak smiled.  "Oh, hell," he said.  "We can get it back!  Just
watch!"  With that he climbed onto the bed and resumed his previous
position.   He smiled as he leaned forward, fingers extended.  His
cock was all snug in the condom, and he was ready to leap whenever
Minsy said go.

     Minsy raised her head and looked past her breasts to her groin,
where auburn tangle met almond tousle.  With the first touch of
Tak's talented tongue, she was surprised to find that she had not lost
everything.  A lot remained!

     Little-man-in-the-boat, thought Tak, and, pinning the girl down
with his elbows, he proceeded to make circles.  He breathed in earthy
rain forest, thinking that he was at the exact center of the girl's
sexuality.

     "Faster," moaned Minsy.  A minute later, she moaned, "Slower."
Shortly after that, she again emitted the low moan that made Tak feel
ants marching up his spine.


     Frank was shaking his head.  Are they both in bed with her?
His fingers went to his waist, adjusting the too-small drawers.  His
imagination was getting him hard.


     "Ohhh," said Minsy.  "Stop and fuuuck meee."  She wanted to
come with the boy inside her.

     Tak looked up.  Minsy's breasts were heaving.  He had the odor
of Minsy on his face.  He still smelled her, even as he stretched his
body out over her.  He saw that she was blushing, just like Rik did.
She flashed green eyes at him.

     Tak felt confident, young, and vital as he straddled the slender
girl.  Then he wondered how he was going to insert himself while
making that tentlike structure.

     Minsy could not help Tak.  She had helped Rik by grasping his
cock and guiding it into her.  With her arms bound to the bed posts,
Rik was on his own.

     Rik reconfigured his stance and reached down to touch himself.
He was too far from her invitation.   With great dexterity, he hopped
three-legged toward the foot of the bed, rebalanced himself, and then
lowered his head to reconnoiter.

     "Fuuuuck meeee," moaned Minsy.


     Fuck her already! thought Frank.  He had been working to get
his erection through the small slot in his brother's drawers, but had
given up on it.  He was too big, and it was too little.   He arched his
back and suspended himself one-handed over the steps.  With the
other hand, he pushed the too-small drawers down to his knees.  His
cock, released, sailed lazily upward to his waiting hand.


     Fuck her! thought Rik, who could finally see some of the action.

     Alrighty, thought Tak.  He was trying!

     "Fuuuuck meeee," moaned Minsy.  She had her come on hold,
but it had better be soon!

     As Tak's cock found his target, he was thinking, I wish she'd
quit that fuuuck meeee stuff!  Then he started thinking about what he
was doing.

     "Ohhhhh," moaned Minsy.  She did not notice that her arms
were aching.

     Tak was surprised to find that he had an instinctive understanding
of how to proceed.  That removed a fear, and it gave him room to
enjoy.

     "Slooooweeer," moaned Minsy.  Her hair was an auburn cloud
about her head.  Tak looked down at her face, hoping for a flash of
green eyes, but the girl was distant.  She was breathing heavily
through her open mouth.  Tak saw perfect teeth.  He sighed and
slowed.

     He sighed because 'slower' was not what his own body was telling
him.  It yearned for 'faster.'

     Minsy was beyond thinking about her partner.  Her Cosmopolitan-
and Woman's Day-induced dream of coming simultaneously had been
discarded.  Minsy was coming!  She pressed her head back into the
pillow and voiced her pleasure.

     Tak heard it and interpreted it as 'faster.'  He felt the girl move
below him.  Her cries moved and strengthened him.  He felt his pulse
at his throat, pounding out the rhythm of his life.  He felt forces
gathering in his gut.

     "I'm coming!" moaned Minsy, and it was true.

     Tak felt the movement catch the girl.  He felt it in his cock in its
latex sheath inside the moist human sheath.  He felt it in his sides,
stretched out lengthwise to accommodate his purpose.

     "I'm coming!" moaned Minsy.

     "So am I!" cried Tak, and it was true.


     So am I! thought Frank, outside on the stairs.  His cum splashed
on his chest and the carpeted stairway.


     Minsy experienced the most intense orgasm of her young life.  It
rocked her world.

     Tak's was in the top ten, or top five, or top two.  It convulsed
him so that his hip bumped Minsy's, and his toes curled into the
bedding.

     "Yeeeeessss," moaned Minsy.

     "Yeeessss!," echoed Tak.  He had slowed, taking long careful
strokes, wishing to prolong the moment.


     Yeeessss, thought Frank, as another spurt struck his face.


     Minsy moaned something as her world rocked again, but Tak
was in too deep to be articulate.  He had another in him, and he was
determined to nurture it along.

     Minsy sensed forces gathering in her partner.  She risked a
glance at Tak just as Tak glanced at her. It was a flash of cobalt and
green, of mutual yearning, of mutual hope.  It lasted but a moment,
and then it was back to business.

     Tak had had three ejaculations.  The fourth was slow in coming,
and it tortured him briefly.  Then his gut clinched and he rendered his
load into the girl's moist tunnel.

     Minsy's bound ankles lifted off the bed.  She did not know that
she had achieved simultaneous orgasm, but she was aware that each
part was a continuation of the previous part.  When she heard Tak
release his final cry, her cry joined with his.  Ecstatic warmth flooded
from her vagina upward, arching her back.  She rode with it.

     And was still riding it when Tak opened his eyes.  He looked
down at the girl who was still in orgasmic blossom.  He slowly gave
her several more slow strokes, while watching her.  He saw it come
upon her face.  He saw her smooth abdomen contract.  He saw her
nipples, engorged and raised, sailing on a sea of freckles.  He grinned
at the sight.

     He looked down at his brother and then back at the girl.  Sure,
he thought, sex with a certain similar someone was important, but this
was fine, too.  He wanted to keep her!

     Passion always passes, and so it is with orgasmic passion.  The
object of its throes soon opened her eyes and looked into the pleasing
face of her partner.  Her eyes searched his.  He was so beautiful
stretched out over her.  His head lowered, and they kissed.  It was a
gentle, quiet kiss, done by two who had overcome diversity and
triumphed.

     Rik thought that his brother and Minsy were the single most
beautiful thing that he seen in his entire life, and, later on, he knew,
he would reflect on this wonder.  Later on, because he had a huge
erection that needed his hands or someone's hands, mouth, asshole, or
vagina.  Rik smiled inwardly, thinking of how the possibilities had
doubled in just one weekend.  Then Rik looked at his brother and
tried some ESP.


     Outside the room on the stairway, Frank had a dilemma.  He was
loathe to admit that he had been outside the twins' room listening, but
he was naked and all of his clothes were in the washer.  Frank padded
as silently as he could down the stairs, intent on checking out his
dad's wardrobe.  He'd pretend that he had just arrived.

     He would not learn that one of the participants and one of the
twins had been in rope bondage.


     The victory kiss ended, and Minsy smiled at Tak.  "Get off me,"
she said.

     Tak interpreted this to mean 'Get out of me,' for his rapidly
depleting member was still inside the slender girl.  He said,
"Alrighty," and then he rocked himself way back and dismounted.

     Minsy stretched out her arms and legs in the direction of their
bed posts.  She felt overcome with a delicious lethargy.  The only
questionable point were her nipples, which were still upright and
seemed to ache very, very slightly.  She wondered if the sensation was
a harbinger of impending motherhood.

     "Would you suck my nipples a little more?" she asked Tak.

     "Sure."  He bent to the task.  The spent condom was beside
Minsy's right hip where he had discarded it.  After a moment, he
stopped and looked at Rik.  "Wanna join in?" he asked.  Rik nodded
emphatically.  Tak reached down and untied Rik's right wrist.

     Rik's hand went for the padlock key.  Soon he had released his
collar and his other hand.  He did not wait to untie his legs.
Instead, he hopped to the side of the bed and bent over it to place his
lips on Minsy's breast.  His cock was demanding attention, but his
desire to please the girl and get his mouth on that erect, uptilted nipple
was stronger.

     Minsy raised her head to look.  Two handsome boys with
almond hair were working on her nipples.  The achy sensation had
departed, but if they were satisfied, so was she.  She'd let them go a
little longer, and, besides, she was feeling some heat down there
between her legs again.  Could lightning strike twice?  Minsy smiled
and stretched again in her confinement.

     Tak's eyes were on his brother.  It had just struck him that what
they were doing looked weird.  Rik made eye contact, and grinned
around his nipple.

     A little while later, the twins released Minsy, and they all lay on
the bed for a mutual grope session.  Tak eventually padded down to
the kitchen to get a snack.  The door to the garage was open, and Tak
heard the dryer running.

     Who?  He looked in the garage and the living room, where he
found Rik's pants and put them on.  In the den, he found Frank,
reclined in their dad's Lazy-boy, asleep with a magazine on his chest.
He seemed to be wearing a pair of their dad's dress pants.

     Tak padded quietly away, and then he hustled up the stairs to
warn Rik and Minsy.  On the stairway was a pair of underwear.  As
he leaned down to pick them up, he wondered why Rik had left them
there.  Then his eyes fell on a telltale stain.  He touched moisture, and
brought it to his nose.  It smelled like Rik, so he touched it to his
tongue.  Cum!

     Tak stood up and looked down the stairs speculatively.  What, he
wondered, had Francis seen, and what had he heard?

     Tak clutched the drawers and went to the bedroom.  Minsy and
Rik were back together, touching and giggling.  Both were wearing
studded bulldog collars.

     "Frank's here," said Tak.

     "Should we invite him up?" asked Rik.

     "Rik," scolded Minsy, aghast.  "He can't see me like this.  And all
of my clothes are over at my house!"

     And so it happened that a short time later two almond-haired
twins snuck an auburn-haired girl wearing a tee shirt and blue jeans
that she had to hold up down the stairs and out the back door.

     Frank heard them go by, despite their best efforts at stealth, and
he chuckled to himself.  Rik and Tak got a piece of ass!  Then he
remembered the drawers that he discarded on the stairs.


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