A Twin's Adventure
Hi guys, this is my first post. I have written one story like this for a fanfiction, but there was much less story behind it, and it was a lot harder to write for. This first chapter won't have anything sexy going on, it is just the introduction, although it will hint to it.
This story is 100% mine, all characters and the storyline are completely made up. If underage brother/brother offends you, don't read it. Simple.
I'm not sure how long this story is going to be, or where I'm going to go with it after the first couple of chapters, any feedback will be greatly appreciated. Thanks, LucasFan1.
Hi, I'm Lucas. I just turned 13 last week.
A lot of things have changed in my life since then. One would think, a week of
being 13, not much can change, but you would be wrong. So much has changed over
the week, that in fact, you could take me for a completely different person.
But enough about how it is changed, let me explain why.
My alarm went off, like it did every day at 7am, except today was different. Today was my birthday. My 13th birthday. I live with my parents and my twin brother Caleb. Our family has never had the most amount of money, which meant that Caleb and I had to share a room. This wasn't an issue, for the first fact, I have now been sleeping in the same room as my twin brother for 13 years, second, Caleb is also my best friend. Caleb and I were both complete nerds. We would often spend time on your computers playing games like Minecraft with each other. But we also liked our fair share of sports, not that we played any outside of school.
Being twins, we looked very similar, to avoid confusion, we both cut our hair slightly different. I kept my blond hair short, whereas Caleb grew part of it at the front longer, and sort of brushed it sideways. We both has deep blue eyes, that people often referred to as "Gazing into outer space". Build wise, we were both similar, slim bodies, but nothing special. We didn't have abs or many muscles showing, given we were only 13 it wasn't that big a deal. We weren't fat either, just average.
It had been a while since I had seen Caleb naked. When we were little we would run around naked, and up until we were 12, getting changed together was only natural. Then one day Caleb told me that he didn't want to change in from of me anymore, often he would change after his shower in the morning. I would do the same afterwards. My dick had grown a lot in that last year since my 12th birthday. I was about 4 inches long and had finally started growing some hairs. I would assume given our similar looks, Caleb would be about the same.
Another thing I had discovered in the past year is that I was not like any other boy. I knew I was different from the first day of high school -- something that starts in year 7 here in Australia. While all the guys were always talking about girls and many of them even starting to date them, I was always interested in the boys. While my friends were talking about how a girl's butt looked, I was looking at theirs. Of course, it only got worse from there.
My brother Caleb, being my best friend, was the closest to me. But I couldn't tell him, nor anyone else, my secret. I grew up in an area where being gay was still shunned by the community. Caleb was always kind and supporting. He spoke to me once or twice about girls, but never brought up the subject as to why I never said anything. In time, Caleb and our friendship grew stronger, and before I knew it, I was in love with him.
During the year I had discovered masturbation. After hearing about it at school, I looked it up and found some videos. While Caleb was out at a doctor's appointment, I went to work, eventually I felt a tingling sensation, and understood that it was a dry orgasm. From then on, every time Caleb went into the shower in the mornings, I would masturbate. My thoughts at were always about him. Sometimes I tried to think about some other boys at school, but every time I was about to blow, Caleb would drift his way into my mind.
Eventually, not long before my 13th birthday, I decided that in order to get over my love and desire for my twin brother, I would have to find a new best friend, someone who I could talk about these things, without the fear of judgement for my disgusting love. Of course, Caleb noticed my distance from the moment it happened. For the first week, he constantly asked me what was going on, and after many "nothings" I guess he gave up.
It was easier for Caleb to make friends, he had always been better at talking to people, he wanted to be a lawyer or a politician when he was older. After Caleb gave up trying to get me to talk, he pretty much left me. He quickly started hanging around John a lot, and I mean a lot. Almost every day he would go to Johns for an hour or two, and come home late from school. He always told me if I asked him to stay he would, but who was I to get in the way of his new best friend. I didn't really mind that he wasn't home, as it gave me a chance to wank while no one was home.
Because of this, I fell into a state of depression. Some days I refused to come out of my room. Even then, Caleb always covered for me, telling mum and dad that I was just playing online or that I was sleeping. This only made me love him more, that even in my depression he was looking after me. But he only went further away. By the week of our 13th birthday, we would hardly talk. By now our parents had definitely picked it up, but Caleb had told them not to worry, and that they were dealing with it themselves, and that we would talk to them if we needed, they were happy enough with that.
Now it was our 13th birthday, and things were about to change. Being a Saturday, I felt extra lucky that I can celebrate my birthday on a weekend. I get up, Caleb mutters something in his sleepy voice about a shower and then automatically gets up and walks to the shower with his clothes for the day. Caleb had taken to sleeping in his underwear now, and it showed off his perfect body in all its glory, well perfect for me anyway.
I had my quick wank, nothing special, nothing new. I proceeded to get dressed, finishing about the same time as Caleb came out. "Hey Luke, let's go see what mum and dad got us this year! We are 13 now, we are finally teenagers"
"I'll be with you in a minute. Go down" I replied, as I went to the bathroom to pee.
By the time I had walked downstairs to the lounge room, Caleb had already opened up all his presents in front of mum and dad. They seemed so happy watching him. Caleb was always the better son in their eyes, always did the right thing, said the right things and acted right. I, on the other hand, was quiet and never came out of my room.
"Hi sweetie! Happy birthday! Come open up your presents." Mum greeted. Caleb had gotten the latest video game for his Xbox. Being a PC fan, the game wasn't available for me. He had also gotten a cool new watch, some new clothes and an awesome hat. I sat down, there were a couple of boxes with my name on them. I opened the first one, mum and dad were looking at pictures on their phone that they had taken of Caleb opening his presents. Clothes. I opened the second one, it was a pre-owned game of Call of Duty. I hated FPS games. The third was a new Hard Drive for my PC.
The entire time Caleb had been watching me with rapt attention. Watching my face when I opened each present. I looked over at him, he looked happy. He was probably happy that they loved him more. A brand-new game that was just released, a cool watch. All I got was a crappy PC game I won't play and a hard drive I will hardly use. Tears started to well up in my eyes. Caleb's smile immediately disappeared from his face, a look of worry replacing it.
"What's wrong sweetie?" Mum asked.
"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG? You get Caleb the game he was asking for, a hat he wanted and a new watch, and all I get is a stupid game that's pre-owned, a game I don't even like, and a hard drive I won't ever use!" I screamed at my parents. "All you care about is Caleb, you don't care about me! I can't stand it". I ran out of the room before I started crying. In that moment, I hated them all. I hated mum and dad for buying me crappy presents. I hated them for liking Caleb more, but most of all, I hated Caleb the most. I hated everything he stood for. His life was so perfect. He was straight, he has friends, he was liked, and he got everything he wanted.
I could hear mum start to cry as I left the room. I knew what I had said hurt them, but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything. I went to my room, slamming the door behind me, sat on my bed and just began to cry. Something about being me just wasn't working. I was broken. Mentally and physically, or so I thought. It was then when I heard the footsteps on the stairs, too light to be dad, but too heavy to be mum. I knew it was Caleb, and he was definitely the last person I wanted to see or speak to.
Caleb knocked on the door. Given this was his room too, it was something that was rarely done. He came in, looking sad. Pathetic, I thought. "Hey Lucas" he started.
"Go away Caleb. I don't want to talk to you or anyone. Get out."
"But you haven't got my present yet"
"I don't care what you got me, probably something stupid like mum and dad"
"Oh, come on Lucas, just open them, please" Caleb looked at me, his deep blue eyes pleading me, how could I say no, even if I was angry at him. I took the present from him, and opened it. It was the latest video game I wanted, which I had been asking for since I hear about it 3 months ago. It had only come out 3 days ago.
"I asked mum and dad to let me buy you that game, pretty much begged them, as I wanted to make it up to you" Caleb started.
"Make what up to me?"
"I'm not sure. Nothing. Everything. It's just that you have been so distant with me lately. Have I done something wrong? I don't know what I did to hurt you, to hurt my brother, my best friend. I hope that maybe that one day we can be brothers again" Caleb's eyes had begun to fill with tears, I guess he was telling the truth. But I couldn't be friends, I liked him too much.
"I... I can't Caleb. You won't understand. No one will. You have John anyway, you are best buddies, why would you need me?"
"Are you kidding me? Come on Lukey, you know no one can replace you. We used to be so close. We could tell each other everything! There was nothing we kept secret. What happened to that deal?"
"Some things you just can't tell anyone"
"Even if they break friendships?"
"Even if they break friendships". Caleb staggered back, falling onto his bed. He was defeated. "This is it" I thought. I had finally broken my brother.
"Ok Lucas. If that is how you feel. I won't force you to be my friend. But please Luke, don't forget about me? I might be able to cope not having you as a friend, but never without you as my brother."
"Some brother I am" I muttered.
"Sorry?"
"Don't worry" Caleb walked out of the room. I cried myself to sleep, eventually waking back up at around 1pm. I walked into the kitchen to find a note from my parents.
"Dear Lucas,
We have gone out to lunch with your father and Caleb. We are deeply sorry that you were not happy with your birthday gifts, and we can return them for something better tomorrow if you want to. We haven't forgotten about you, but you were sleeping and we didn't want to disturb you. Dinner is all about you tonight! Choose whatever you want.
We love you,
Mum and Dad
Xoxoxoxoxo"
I grabbed the note, screw up the piece of paper and threw it in the bin. "Gone out with Caleb along because they don't love me" was all that was going through my mind at the time. To a 13-year-old, leaving them on their birthday can seem like something much worse than it should be.
I sat in my bedroom staring at the Call of Duty game. If Caleb and I were friends, we would have played this game together. Something that was long gone now. It was things like this that really made me mad at myself, like it was all my fault, and it was, I just refused to believe it. I blamed everyone else except me.
Around 3pm, Caleb and my parent's arrived home. I had been sitting staring at the wall for the better part of the last 2 hours, doing nothing but contemplating life. And it hadn't gotten me far, only that it was too late to make amends with Caleb, and that we were doomed to hate each other forever.
"Hey Lucas, did you get my note?" Mum poked her head through the door. "Dinner is all up to you, if you want". She was obviously still feeling bad about my birthday gifts.
"I'm not hungry" This was a blatant lie, I hadn't eaten all day, but the thought of having to eat with the family made me feel sick in the stomach, taking away my appetite.
"Ok Sweetie, well if you are sure. We won't have anything special tonight then, leftovers I think. Maybe when your father comes home on Tuesday after his business trip we can have something super special". She closed the door after getting no response from me.
That night I went to bed around 6pm. Even though I had slept all day, I was exhausted, emotionally drained, as one might say. I couldn't sleep though. Too many thoughts were going through my brain to be able to sleep. At around 11pm, Caleb quietly slipped into the room and into bed. Sometimes, if he thought I was asleep, he would masturbate at about midnight. As I lay wide awake, midnight came and went, but there was no sound. 1am came, still awake, then 2, 3 and 4am came around, but sleep didn't want to take me. Finally, around 5am, sleep finally overtook my tired body, and I was out.
By the time I awoke, around 10am, Caleb was already gone. Both our parents worked on Sundays, dad was a business man and often had business trips on Sundays, he always managed to be home Saturdays though. Mum worked a second job on Sundays in order to cover the cost of schooling, it paid pretty well, but had extremely long hours, from 7am to around 8pm. Today, it was just Caleb and me.
I got up, peed and showered, got dressed and came out to the kitchen. I saw a note on the table, "Hey Lucas, I have gone to John's house. Be back this around 9pm, Mum knows. I want to talk to you when I get home. Caleb." Anger started to rise under my skin. Who does Caleb think he is to go hang out with John all day, and then want to talk to me. No. I won't stand for it.
It turned out I didn't get the choice. After doing who knows what all day, my body collapsed into sleep around 7pm. The next morning my alarm went off at 7am, school time. The morning was automatic, with me pretty much ignoring everyone, including sitting away from Caleb on the bus.
Maths was the first class, my favourite. I was good at it too! Class started pretty much the same as always, a few people looking at me weirdly, which was normal, and the rest ignoring me. Class was good until the bell rang. "Lucas, can you please wait behind." Mr. Truskot never kept people behind. "I have a note for you from Caleb. He said to give it to you after class, he seemed unhappy, is everything alright at home?"
"Yes Sir, everything is fine at home. Thanks for the note" I made my way out of there as quickly as possible. I opened the note, wondering what it was.
"Hi Lucas, didn't get to talk to you last night. Meet me at our spot during lunch. Caleb." Our spot was a secret clearing through the bushes that were found a couple of years ago (This school ranged from Year 1 to Year 12. The spot was in the middle). Only we knew about it as you had to crawl through thick bushes to even get to it.
I hadn't been to the spot since last year. Back then, it was a spot where Caleb and I would talk, serious talks and just casual chats. We were such great friends then. I decided that I didn't want to go to see Caleb, and when I saw him after lunch, he seemed disappointed. The rest of the day went as though it were a blur. I don't seem to remember anything. Maybe it was because it was so boring, or maybe it was because what happened next was about to change everything.