Date: Sat, 4 Apr 2020 19:25:58 +0200 From: Ryan White Subject: Lockdown Loveshow HOLA PEEPS! I'm not even gonna write an introduction. Just pray. Pray and hope this ends soon. Stay safe everyone. Love you guys, Ryan liciousryan@gmail.com LOCKDOWN LOVESHOW "Get the fuck out!" "Make me!" "I said, get out, or I'll fucking kill you!" "Ohhhh, I'm soooo scaaared!" "WHAT THE HELL JS GOING ON HERE?" Two sets of identical boy bodies scattered across the room as their dad entered with a major irritated look on his face. Most probably being kept up in lockdown was getting to everyone in the Becker household, it seemed. Current climate issues ensured that said Becker family couldn't go anywhere, couldn't travel anywhere, had to stay indoors as much as possible, and of course, it was inevitable that the normally docile twin brothers Jake and Nate would eventually get on each other's nerves. Their modest three bedroom apartment in sunny Cape Town, South Africa was not the most spacious habitat even without the life threatening corona virus spreading through out the globe. The country was in the middle of a three week lockdown which of course meant you couldn't leave your home unless it was absolutely necessary. Food, health supplies and all that. Medical workers, security guards, cops and cashiers at food stores were allowed. The rest of the population were ordered to stay the fuck home. For two twin fifteen year old boys, full of energy and boyish wit, that was seemingly impossible. Between the two of them, their twelve year old brother Peter and their parents Lucinda and Marco, the place was already cramped as hell on a good day, never mind during a global pandemic. Normally good friends and close brothers, the two didn't know WHAT to do with themselves anymore. It was nearly 9 days of being cooped up in the tiny apartment...and with the internet and Wi-Fi having been disconnected due to both parents having to take a pay cut due to not working with three kids to take care of, there wasn't much to do except for playing on the Nintendo Switch that all three boys had to already share. But it was in this particular afternoon...everything just came to a spectacular bust up as tempers finally got too much for the twins. To make things worse it was raining so going out in the small backyard of the apartment for some fresh air and scenery, wasn't an option either. "Dad, tell this freak to give me some privacy so I can talk to Elaine! He just came bursting in here when I was..." "Yeah, go on, tell Dad! How you told her how you wanted to drill her pussy with your hard dick! Tell him!" "Nate! Language! And Jake...what the hell? You're fifteen years old! Barely! You want to end up with a kid before finishing school? DO YOU?" "Dad, I didn't mean what I said to her..." "The bulge in your boxers tells another story..." "Oh my God, Nate I'm gonna kill you!" "SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU!" Marco pulled both twin boys over to Jake's bed and sat down, mentioning to them to do the same. War zone much. If looks could kill, coming to each other from both sides, both obeyed Marco, finally refusing to look at the other. "I'm about to head out to the shops. Not because I WANT to, but because we desperately need food for the next few days. Even though I'm gonna wear a mask and gloves, its not 100% sure that I won't be coughed or sneezed on. Or that I might even touch something the virus is sitting on and infect myself. Now, I have to go there and come back here, terrified that I might carry the virus over to you, your mother or even Peter." Both boys heard their father's voice crack as he neared the end of his little speech. Both were cautious in what would be said next. Jake caught Nate's eye and slowly the boys felt their father's arms tighten around them. "Please, please don't make this any harder. I'm sorry you're stuck here. But there are literally thousands of people dying out there. At least you're safe inside here." Nate felt a flush of bile in his throat and his eyes were on the verge of stinging, just ever so slightly. Jake stared out in front of him, no emotion, not saying anything. But what his father was saying was definitely hitting home. "So Nate...if you hear Jake talking to Elaine, just give him some space. Jake, don't hog the Nintendo the whole time. And for the love of God, remember that Peter is also in the house? I'm going. See you guys later." The room was deathly quiet as Marco left the house and sped away in his car, armed with his mask and gloves. This was seemingly the new normal. It was unbearable. Their mother Lucinda, was busy cooking in the kitchen, the gentle aromas of spaghetti bolognaise drifting through the air. Both brothers were seemingly too afraid to speak or to be the first to say anything. "If...you wanna speak to Elaine, I guess I'll get out of here," Nate said, his voice just a little hoarse. "Isn't there someone you wanna call, though?" Jake said, running his hand through his hair and sniffing softly. "Dude, you know I don't have a girlfriend." "We don't have Wi-Fi now either. Here's the phone. Call some of those home economic geeks you always hanging out with." "Shut up, you troll." "Make me, nerd." The two boys looked at each other and then slowly burst into laughter. Jake reached out and offered his fist to his twin brother. It was enthusiastically returned. "Hey weirdos. Mom said the food is ready. So come and eat because I'm hungry as fuck." Both twins stared in horror as the twelve year old brother Peter waddled his way towards the kitchen... "If he talks that way in front of Dad, we're so screwed..." Jake whispered. "At least you get screwed," Nate whispered back. Jake's head spun towards his brother so fast, he was damn lucky he didn't suffer from whiplash. "What did you say?" "Come on, I've seen the used condoms you throw in the trash outside when you guys come back `from the movies', Nate said, smiling at his bro. "As if I'm not dead enough with Peter going around swearing his ass off, if you tell a soul about this..." Jake hissed, his face red with sheer embarrassment. "Why would I tell mom or dad? Not to mention Peter?" Nate asked, his face in a complete frown. "Uhm...lemme think...because I'm getting laid and you aren't?" "BOYS! COME AND EAT YOUR DINNER!" "Mom's calling us." "Yeah no shit." "Come on, bro." "Nate...?" Nate turned towards his brother. It was literally like looking in to a mirror. It has always been. "I'm...I'm really sorry. I'm just...bored. Depressed. Scared about this virus killing people. And horny." "Please Jake, you jack off every night. We share a room. I can hear you." "I know...but it's not the same as Elaine's pussy. Or her tongue. Or her boobs. Or her..." "Waaaay too much info. Thanks for sharing," Nate laughed, before throwing an arm around Jake's shoulder as they made their way to the kitchen for dinner. ** At about 23:00 that evening both boys had already brushed their teeth and had put on their night sweats. Both boys were wearing tight fitting tank tops with boxers shorts. Barefoot. It was in the middle of summer after all. Jake wandered off in to the kitchen after still tasting the excess peppermint toothpaste inside his mouth, seriously craving some hot chocolate. He set the kettle to cook and took out the chocolate powder. Adding four scoops to his cup as well as one spoon of sugar, he waited for the water to boil. He heard footsteps in the hallway. "Jake, what are you doing up?" "How did you know its me?" "Nate doesn't drink hot chocolate," Marco said, ruffing Jake's hair as he opened the kitchen and took out a small bottle of Brandy and the milk. "What are you gonna do with that?" Jake asked as the water in the kettle reached boiling point. "Old trick if you can't sleep. You put a toddy of Brandy in a glass of warm milk. Works like a charm!" Marco smiled as he worked on his concoction. "Hey Dad...can I gave some?" "Some of this? You're kidding, right?" "I've never had alcohol before. AND...it's not like we can go anywhere or have school tomorrow." Marco smirked as he took a sip of his sleeping potion. "Never had any alcohol...if talking shit was a sport you'd have Olympic Gold." "Dad come on, I mean I have never had Brandy before. Just a sip! I won't tell Mom, I promise." Marco stared at his drink and then his sharp blue eyes flickered again towards his handsome boy. "If you tell anyone..." "What are you gonna do? Ground me?" "Here then, drink up. If Mom finds out, I know nothing." Jake grabbed the remaining glass of milk mixed with the toddy of brandy and gulped it down in one swoop. He doubled over in sheer repulsion almost immediately, followed by a series of strong coughs. The taste was so fucking bad, even Bovril mixed with boiling water tasted better. "Told ya. Stick to soda, Kid!" Marco said whilst rubbing Jake's shoulder affectionately. Jake continued to cough his lungs out as he saw his father leave the kitchen. He turned around, still wheezing and put away the hot chocolate. All he wanted to do now was sleep. ** Jake and Elaine was sitting inside the bathtub inside Elaine's stylish home. Both teenagers were naked as the day they were born. Jake's fifteen year old 5.5 inch penis was as stiff as Elaine's nipples were. "Want me to touch it?" Elaine asked with a wink and a smug smile on her gorgeous girly-girl face. "Oh God...please..." Jake heard himself hiss. Slowly but surely her feminine hand edged towards his fifteen year old horny fuckstick. The teen was on edge. He hasn't felt someone's hand on his dick since before the lockdown. He was gonna blow and blow real soon...he felt Elaine's soft hand encircle the red warm organ... "Jake! Jake!" Elaine's hand was now gently milking his penis. His stomach was heaving. His chest felt dry. His brain was saying...FERTILIZE HER! "Jake, wake up! You're convulsing!" Elaine's mouth was nearing the tip of his cock now. Her tongue, inch by inch, stretched out and was about to lick that leaking helmet... "JAKE!" When he opened his eyes, something...or someone was LITERALLY on top of him. Touching him, shaking him. "Jake, you okay, bro? God, you scared me!" It was Nate. What the fuck...? "Dude! Get a grip! Lemme go!" Nate stood up and retreated a few steps. He shook his head and gripped his arms. "I'm sorry bro, but you were shaking and moaning...I thought you were having one of those attacks again..." "Well, I wasn't! If you must know I dreamt about Elaine sucking me off and you RUINED IT!" Nate has never seen Jake so mad before. And they have known each other for some good fifteen years. All the way from the fucking womb no less. "I said I'm sorry, Jake..." "Why do you ALWAYS have to ruin EVERYTHING?" "Sorry, what? What have I ruined?" Jake sat up in bed. He felt the wetness in his boxers. Oh my G...he actually came in real life as well as in his dream...he was fucking soaking... "This damn lockdown has us all in fucking prison here. I miss my girlfriend. I can't be with her and even now when I dream about her, YOU ruin it!" Nate just stood aside. Not moving. His mouth was wide open, struggling to form words...He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Jake was still leering at him. "I can't believe you, bro..." "I'm not your fucking bro!" "Look Jake, just SHUT UP!" The boy with the wet sperm swimming around in his boxers was at once silenced. Nate...NEVER spoke to him like this. Not like...THIS. His twin brother was positively seething. "You know you get those attacks! Stupid me thought you were in danger. I wanted to help. You know why? Because you're my brother and I fucking love you!" Suddenly Nate pounced onto Jake. He wanted to hurt him. He wanted to make him feel what he felt. The anger, the humiliation. The unfairness and the fear of this virus... He started punching and hitting his reflection as hard as he could. Jake, in turn was so shocked, beyond belief, that at first he couldn't respond. When his mind returned to his brain, he stretched out his arms in an attempt to stop Nate from his assault. "Nate, are you serious, stop it! I'm sorry, okay? I was just horny as fuck! I'm sorry!" "You let me think you were dying! Dad told us you could swallow your tongue if it happens! Then you have the nerve to be angry and over WHAT? A FUCKING WET DREAM?" Nate hissed emotionally, his voice breaking as everything got too much for him. Slowly but surely, the hits and blows to Jake's shoulders and stomach subsided. Nate fell forward onto Jake's naked chest with a final blow to his midriff. Brother was holding brother very close at that particular moment. Jake's eyes widened as he felt something wet on his arm. Was it... "Nate. Nate, are you crying?" "No..." "You totally are though." "I'm not, shut up!" Nate said, wiping his eyes. They sat in silence in the bed for a good few minutes, in each other's arms, before they both seemed to realize they were both semi naked...still holding onto each other...still staring into each other's eyes... "You wanna get off me?" Jake asked hoarsely. "Y...yeah..." Nate responded. The twins slowly separated. Neither of them really wanted to, if they were really honest about it. Jake was still horny over his dream and without any sexual intimacy for over nine days in lockdown, and as for Nate...well...he never had a girlfriend in his life. He too, had his needs. And urges. "You uhm...you better take care of...that..." Jake said, pointing towards Nate's crotch. The latter looked down and immediately his first instinct was to cover his cock area with his hands. Jake's face evolved from surprise to utter disgust in seconds... "Bro...you're hard because of me? That's sick!" "Oh...just shut up! I'm not the one with cum in his boxers!" "I was dreaming of Elaine, not about you, you freak!" Nate slumped down onto his own bed. He didn't have the energy to fight anymore. "Go to sleep, Jake. And piss off!" Jake stood up and walked towards the cupboard which they both shared. He reached inside and grabbed a clean towel. Carefully, he slid off his boxers and carefully cleaned up the sticky, clammy residue that was still stuck to the material. Shit, he was gonna have to wash it himself, he thought...Mom would kill me if she knew I soiled my clothes...with cum! Oh boy. What now...?? Jake dumped the towel underneath his bed. That's gonna be tomorrow's worries. He was exhausted. His eye caught that of his twin brother. He knew that he joked around with Nate over him getting hard when they were fighting but that was because he was angry at Nate waking him from his dream...but...could Nate really have gotten a hardon from...that? From him? They were TWINS! This lockdown better end and end soon. He called Nate sick, but how SICK was he in thinking his brother was gay? And hot for his twin brother nonetheless? It was madness! "Fuck you, corona..." he whispered before getting back into bed. I better not get wet dreams about Nate tonight. I'll need a fucking therapist," he thought before turning off the light and turning on his side, closing his eyes. Not too far from him...Nate laid with open eyes. Facing away from Jake, he couldn't see him. Tears dripping down his eyes. There was no denying it. He got hard from wrestling with his twin. Holy fuck...what was going on?? THANKS FOR READING!! Okay, should there be another chapter? You decide, you're the reader lol. Stay safe everyone. This WILL pass. Email me! liciousryan@gmail.com