Date: Sun, 27 Sep 2015 12:52:50 +0100
From: Roger McAlister <mcalisterroger@gmail.com>
Subject: Dream Twins: Part Four

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The following morning Doug woke up early, having barely slept. He looked
over and saw Jack still asleep. He decided to wait for his morning wood to
subside before going for an early shower. He tried to think about inane
things to make his erection go down, but it was no use: he could not stop
thinking about how hot last night had been. Then it hit him. He remembered
how it ended, with his dad catching Jack fucking him, and he became almost
instantly soft. He felt mortified. How was he going to get through the day
without facing his dad? Could he ever face his dad?

As Doug got out of bed, Jack turned away from him in his sleep, pulling the
covers and revealing his butt, which was clothed in his boxer briefs. The
way they clung to his ass almost made Doug hard again, but he walked
quickly out of the room and went to the bathroom. He locked the door and
decided to take his time in the safety of the bathroom.

When he was finished he returned to the bedroom in his towel. Jack was
awake and doing something on his phone.

'Hey, bro,' Jack said, watching his twin out of the corner of his eye. Doug
allowed the towel to drop and got a kick out of standing naked in front of
Jack, who kept watching him as he walked over to the chest of drawers and
pulled out a fresh pair of white boxer briefs. 'You're so hot,' Jack said.

'Just as hot as you,' Doug quipped, looking over at his twin. They both
laughed. 'Have you thought what we should do about dad,' Doug asked,
slipping into his boxer briefs and pulling them up.

'Yeah, I think I should go and talk to him.' Jack pulled up the covers and
sat on the edge of the bed. 'Not sure what to do with this, though' he
said, grabbing his boner through his underwear. 'Could you help me out?'

'It's too risky, Jack,' he replied. 'You should go and jack off in the
bathroom.'

Jack pulled on a t-shirt and walked over to the door. He walked over to the
bathroom with his obvious erection on display. Fortunately -- or
unfortunately, if Jack were honest with himself -- no one was there to see
it. He jacked off in the bathroom thinking about fucking his twin. They had
been stopped mid fuck and so it was a welcome release when he finally came.

Instead of taking a shower when he finished, Jack decided to go and speak
to his dad, Andy, who was sitting in the living room reading his paper in
his armchair. Jack walked over to one of the sofas and sat down on the edge.

Before Jack could say anything, Andy said, 'I don't want to talk about it.'
That took Jack by surprise, though he had been expecting his dad to be
angry. Andy tried to continue reading his paper, but it was no good. He
knew they needed to talk. He folded his paper and rested it on his lap.
'Actually, we need to talk, son.'

'I'm sorry, dad,' Jack said, his voice quivering. 'I don't know what to
say.'

'No, it's my fault. I should have knocked.' He sat forward in his chair,
clasping his hands. 'How long have you two been . . . you know?' he asked.

'Yesterday was the first time,' Jack replied. 'And it'll be the last time.
We were just experimenting. Both of us had been wondering whether we liked
that.'

'It sounded like you did,' Andy said. 'Look, son, if you two are gay, I'm
fine with that. But I don't know if it's healthy for you to be, you know,
together.' He pinched his eyes, as if struggling to think. 'I suppose while
you're both single there's no harm in trying things with each other. But it
would be wrong for you to start a relationship with your brother. You
should look for other people. But until then you should know that I don't
have a problem with you and Doug "experimenting", as you put it.'

'Do you really mean that?' Jack sounded incredulous.

'I do,' Andy replied, opening his eyes. 'Your mum and I will give you two
more privacy from now on.'

'Have you told mum?' Jack asked.

Andy shifted awkwardly in his seat. 'Yes,' he said, looking guilty. 'I
thought she needs to know. She mentioned last night that she walked in on
the two of you, and you were, eh, you know, hard. It crossed her mind, and
it crossed mine when she told me, that you may have been fooling around
with Doug.'  Now it was Jack's turn to shift uncomfortably on the sofa.
'She also mentioned that you flashed her earlier, apparently on purpose.'

'It wasn't on purpose,' Jack lied. 'I won't do it again.'

'It's okay, Jack,' Andy said. 'Your mum doesn't mind. In fact, I think she
quite likes the fact that you're so comfortable around her.'

It took a while for that to register. So much had been said, and not said.
His mum liked getting flashed? Jack thought he new that already. But it was
one thing to have private thoughts; it was another to hear his dad say it.

'Anyway, you better go and get a shower, Jack,' Andy said.

'Yes, I better go,' Jack said. He got up and went to the bathroom. He
closed and locked the bathroom door and peeled his t-shirt off, then pulled
his boxer briefs down. He admired his body in the mirror before stepping
into the shower. He replayed the conversation over in his mind, paying
particular attention to the part about his mum liking that her son was
comfortable enough to let her see his naked body.

When he was finished, he partially dried off, wrapped the towel round his
waist, and opened the bathroom door. His mum was passing. 'The roast lunch
smells good, mum,' he said.

'Thanks, Jack,' Alison said. 'It'll be ready in about an hour. Are you
still on for painting the bedroom after lunch?'

Jack started to undo his towel and, still covering his crotch, he continued
to dry himself. 'Yes, after lunch we'll start,' he said, smiling.

Alison was watching her son dry himself, catching brief glimpses of his
cock, when Andy came out from the living room. He looked at Jack and then
at Alison, who looked caught in the headlights, and then he looked at Jack
again. Jack, whose expression had changed to anxious anticipation, was
drying his armpits and his cock was on show for a couple of seconds (it
felt like an eternity to Jack, but was all too brief to his parents), then
he covered it again.

'Nice shower, Jack?' said Andy, trying to casually ignore Jack's
exhibitionism.

'It was good.'

With his mum and dad not saying anything to stop him, he decided to take
his exhibitionism a step further. 'If you're going to the kitchen, can you
take this towel and stick it in the washing machine,' he said, holding out
his towel to his mum, who took it. He was now completely naked, his long,
flaccid, foreskin-covered penis and his balls hanging nicely. 'And can you
take these, too?' He turned back into the bathroom and bent down to pick up
his discarded boxer briefs and t-shirt, giving his parents a good view of
his cute bubble butt and the back of his low-hanging balls. He turned back
to his mum, whose mouth was open. His dad, too, was in stunned silence.
'Thanks,' Jack said, turning to walk back to the bedroom, completely naked.
He could feel his parents' eyes on his body.

Jack got to his bedroom and closed the door. Doug was lying on his bed
fully clothed in sweat pants and a t shirt, looking at his iPad with his
earphones in.

'What the fuck?' Doug said, taking his earphones out. 'Where's your towel?
Are mum and dad not in?'

'Shh,' Jack whispered. 'Mum and dad are in the hall. I gave my towel to mum
to put in the wash.'

Doug was stunned, a look of incomprehension on his face.

'I had a good chat with Dad,' Jack continued. He proceeded to replay the
conversation with his dad to Doug. When he was finished, he said, 'I
decided to see how comfortable they are with my nudity. Looks like they're
pretty comfortable. They couldn't take their eyes off my body.'

'So let me get this straight,' Doug said. 'You're saying they're okay with
us doing stuff together and with you walking around naked?'

'I guess that's what I'm saying,' Jack replied. 'It's so hot.' Jack was
lying on his bed, still naked.

'Well, I guess we can pick up where we left off,' Doug said, moving over to
Jack's bed.

Meanwhile, outside in the hall, after Jack had closed the door, his parents
stood looking at each other. Without really thinking, Alison brought her
hand up to her face. In her hand was Jack's boxer briefs. She held them
against her face and breathed in the irresistible scent of her son. She
shut her eyes and breathed in the scent.

Before she knew what was happening, Andy had picked Alison up and was
carrying her to their bedroom. He lay her on the bed and slumped down next
to her. Alison took Jack's underwear and placed it over her husband's face.
She moved down and released Andy's cock, taking it in her mouth. She sucked
her husband as he got off on the sexy boy scent of his son.

'Do you think the boys are having sex just now?' Alison asked, as she came
up for air.

'I hope so,' Andy said, through Jack's boxer briefs.