Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2012 21:25:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Jon D Subject: Mirror, Mirror - 9 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination. It will include fictitious descriptions of sexual situations between teen age brothers and their friends. No real boy's were involved. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. If material of this kind offends you or you are not age eighteen or older, then please stop reading this and find some other site. All others please enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Mirror, Mirror Chapter 9 Final Chapter Bryce had slept in. "Why not? It was Saturday morning and who gives a fuck?" he was now awake, but just barely. He yawned, opened his eyes, and looked at the ceiling. As he did he felt something familiar. He rolled onto his side, drew his knees up to his chest, and cut a fart. He was finally ready to get up. * * * * Cameron was already hard at work. Well, maybe not work exactly, because he loved to cook. His mom had suggested that fresh baked bread would go nicely with the vegetable beef soup she was planning to make for supper. Cameron had offered to do the bread if he could make a larger batch of dough and also make a pan of cinnamon rolls. His mom quickly agreed. Mrs. Andrews had helped him get the ingredients together, shown him her favorite recipe, and then had left him alone. Cameron knew she wasn't far away if he needed her advice. But he was eager to see if he could do this on his own. He was about half-way through the mixing stage when Bryce made his way up the stairs and toward the kitchen. "Hey, sleepy head," Cam said with a smile as his brother yawned. Bryce reached back and scratched his ass. He was still wearing his sleep pants and his favorite worn out sweatshirt. "What are ya cooking?" "Bread, and some cinnamon rolls." Bryce pulled out a stool by the serving counter and sat down. "What's for breakfast?" Cameron glanced at the clock. "It's almost noon." He smiled. "Like I care." Bryce shrugged. "Bran flakes," Cameron nodded toward one of the cupboards. "Do we have milk?" "Yeah, mom went shopping, but it's skim." Cameron made a yucky face. Bryce got up and headed for the refrigerator. Cameron caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Sox, their kitten, was on the prowl. The boys had joked that when she stalked she looked like a tiny tiger. The kitten jumped onto the middle shelf of a small wooden cart near the window. Mrs. Andrews used it for her African violets. Sox crouched there for a few seconds then made another leap. She'd tried for the stool where Bryce had just been sitting, but was a few inches short. She only managed to get her front half onto the stool and the rest slipped over the edge. Digging her claws into the fabric she hung suspended for a few seconds before finally managing to pull herself all the way up. Then she took a look around. "You almost didn't make it, did you?" Cameron chuckled. One more jump and Sox was on the counter. She stared at the clutter and then gave Cameron a curious look. Bryce returned, carrying the milk. "What are you doing up here?" he laughed. He put the carton down, lifted Sox, and rubbed noses with her. Then he placed her back down on the floor. Cameron kept at his cooking. "Aiden is coming over in a little while. Can you keep him busy until I get this stuff squared away?" "Yeah, want me to tell him you need a hand?" Bryce laughed. Neither Cameron nor Bryce had forgotten that Aiden had once offered to give him a hand the day both the twins were in the school toilet. Cam was giving Bryce a hand job at the time, but Aiden had had no idea. They still laughed about that day. Cameron snickered. "Nah, I don't need a hand. I took care of that in the shower." Bryce got the cereal and poured it into a bowl. "What are you and Aiden going to do?" "He's gonna help me with my science project, and then I think we'll go back to his place and play some video games." Bryce poured the milk, added a couple of spoons of sugar, and dug in. After one bite he reached for the sugar again and added another scoop. "Hey, go easy on that stuff." Mrs. Andrews teased as she walked into the room. "Hi, Mom," Bryce mumbled, his mouth now full. Mrs. Andrews stepped up behind Bryce and gave him a quick little kiss on the cheek. "Awe, Mom," Bryce whined and wiped the spot with his hand. Mrs. Andrews ruffled his hair. "Mom's are allowed to kiss their boys until they're sixteen. That's the rule. Oh, and make sure you put the milk away this time!" she said pointedly. "Last time it sat out so long it spoiled." Bryce rolled his eyes, and Cameron just smiled. * * * * Bryce had decided to put off his shower until later, so once he was back downstairs he stripped down, put on clean boxers, jeans, and a fresh T-Shirt. He grabbed a pair of socks and headed back to the kitchen. Cameron was still busy working on the bread and rolls. Bryce pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and sat down. Cameron looked up and their eyes met. There was an odd pause. Cam seemed to space out. As Bryce watched, the look on Cameron's face changed, his lip quivered and his eyes grew moist. Bryce instantly knew what his brother was thinking. "I'm all right, nothing bad is going to happen," Bryce whispered. It hadn't been that long ago that Cameron had been in the kitchen when the news came that Bryce had been hurt in the accident. Cameron seemed choked up. A tear got away and rolled down his cheek. Bryce got up and went over to him. They reached for one another. Cameron seemed to hug Bryce tighter than usual, as if he was afraid to let go. Then he relaxed and the hug grew more gentle. "Eeeeewwww!" a child's voice cut through the quiet of the moment. The sound had come from the other end of the room. The twins turned to see their ten-year-old sister, Abby. "What's wrong?" Cameron laughed. "Boys aren't supposed to do that," she said with authority. Since she'd entered fifth grade she'd been confident that she knew everything about everything and hadn't been bashful in showing it off. Bryce smiled. "Well, it's different with brothers." Abby looked skeptical. "Really?" "Yeah, just ask Mom." Abby gave her brothers another look and then turned on her heels. "I think you're teasing me!" she said firmly. "I'm telling Daddy." * * * * A half an hour later, Bryce watched as Aiden selected a game and turned on the television. He'd been friends with Cameron for so long and had been in the house so many times that he knew where everything was stored. He'd just helped himself. "So, you're going to help Cam with his science project?" Bryce asked. "Yeah. He's already done most of the research. I'm just going to help him put it all together." "What's it about?" "Monozygotic and dizygotic differences of twins." "Yeah, that sounds like Cam," Bryce joked. "He's always using big words." "It's just basic biology, it's simple," Aiden smiled. "Well, the only part of biology I need to know is the best way to get my nuts off." Bryce chuckled. Aiden laughed. It was quiet for a moment. "That reminds me, how are you doing with Ashley?" Bryce wondered how much he should tell Aiden. They'd known each other for a long time and he was Cameron's best friend, so he decided to go ahead. "I just made it to third," he said with a hint of pride. Aiden smiled. "What about you? Aiden blushed, "Just rounded first and headed to second." Bryce wondered why boys always used baseball terms when they were talking about sex. There was an awkward silence and the boys turned their attention back to the video game. After maybe twenty minutes Aiden put his controller down. "Can I ask you something? It's about Cam?" "Yeah, sure." "Does he seem different to you?" "Different?" "Yeah, like when it comes to boy and girl stuff?" Bryce got a queasy feeling. "What do you mean?" Aiden lay back and rested on his arms. "Well, Cam doesn't seem all that interested in girls," Aiden whispered. "Have you asked him about it? You're one of his best friends." "A guy doesn't ask another guy stuff like that." "Why?" Bryce argued. "Are you worried about what he might say?" Aiden turned toward Bryce and by the look on his face, Bryce knew that's exactly what he was worried about. "Well?" "Maybe just a little," Aiden whispered. "Would it really make a difference?" Bryce asked softly. Aiden took a moment to think. "No, not really, Cam's my best friend. He'll always be my best friend." Bryce gave Aiden a gentle smile. "So, are you saying that your brother is..." Aiden's voice trailed off. "I'm saying, you ask a lot of questions." Bryce laughed. Then, speaking softly he added, "Talk to Cam about it. Okay?" Aiden nodded. * * * * "I can't believe you talked me into this," Cameron sighed as he sat on Bryce's bed watching his brother comb his hair for the fourth time. "It'll be fun. I promise." Cameron rolled his eyes. Bryce always said that. "So who else is going to be there?" Like I told you...the soccer guys, the football cheerleaders, and some other kids." "Jocks," Cameron said under his breath. "Why can't Ashley do this?" Cameron couldn't keep from complaining. He didn't really want to go to a party where he'd be the only nerd. "I'm not sure if I'm going to need help getting in and out of the place with my bum leg and a guy can't ask his girl to help him with stuff like that." "Ashley wouldn't mind." "Yeah, well I'd feel better if it was you." Cameron sighed. "Okay. But, if you have to go the can, don't even think about asking me to wipe your ass," he grumped. Bryce turned and flipped him his middle finger. * * * * The party was in full swing when the boys arrived. Their dad had dropped them off and told them they needed to be home no later than eleven. They'd left things open as to how they'd actually get home. Bryce hoped they might catch a ride with Ashley's parents. Their dad told them to call when they knew for sure. "This rock's!" Bryce yelled, putting his mouth close to Cameron's ear so that he could be heard over the music. He didn't think Cameron looked nearly as enthused. As Bryce looked around the room, he saw that Ashley was already there. She was wearing her extra-tight jeans, a close-fitting top, and her long, golden hair was resting lightly on her boobs. Bryce took all of it in and then let his eyes wander down to her ass. "Fuck, that's nice," he whispered and felt a stir in his pants. * * * * Cameron made the rounds of the party, but as he expected, he felt out of place. He talked with some of the kids, but as soon as the conversation turned to sports he got bored and moved on. There were about twenty-five kids in the downstairs family room of an otherwise average suburban house. He imagined that even though they were in the basement, the music was so loud it could probably be heard halfway down the block. The kid hosting the party was on the JV football team and had hopes of being a starting quarterback. Cameron was only mildly surprised to hear that his parents had headed out and left him the house for most of the evening. Popping the top on a soda, Cameron found a sofa to settle into and sat back to watch. * * * * Bryce shook his dick to get the last drops of pee off, zipped up, and flushed the toilet. He thought about washing his hands but then decided, "what the fuck," and headed back to the party. As he made his way through the crowd he saw that Ashley was dancing with Kaiden Leffler, a kid that was a promising prospect for the basketball team. The fact that his girlfriend was dancing with another boy wasn't too big a deal. Bryce knew she had a lot of friends and didn't see any reason to get worried. "Still," he thought, and gave them another look. It was what happened next that changed things. One song had ended, and the next one was slower and a bit more romantic. The two had continued to dance, again no big deal, until Kaiden stepped closer. Bryce felt his face grow warm as he saw Kaiden put an arm around Ashley and his hand came to rest on her ass. Bryce was sure Ashley would do something about it. But the dance went on and Kaiden's hand remained in place. "Get your fucking hand off her butt!" Bryce thought. He decided it was time to do something. As he moved through the crowd he wondered if he should call Kaiden an asshole and smack him upside the head, or just take Ashley by the hand and pull her away. He kind of liked the idea of smacking him. Bryce was less than five feet away when Cameron suddenly appeared in front of him. "No!" Cameron said firmly and pushed Bryce back a step. Bryce figured he must have been watching from his spot on the couch, or maybe it was the damn twin thing again. "I'm not gonna let you start something!" Cameron warned. The twins knew each other so well, Bryce didn't need to go into a long explanation to get his point across. "She's mine," he fumed. "You're not gonna do this," Cameron said and stood his ground. The brothers faced off. As always it could go either way. But Bryce doubted that Cameron was going to step aside. So, he had to decide if he was going to fight him as well as Kaiden. There was one more long look and then Bryce backed down. "Fine, but this isn't over." Cameron turned Bryce around and gave him a nudge in the direction of the snack table. "Go get something to eat and settle down." Bryce looked over his shoulder and saw that the dance had ended. Ashley had walked away. * * * * Bryce found he couldn't settle down. When Ashley found him a few minutes later he was still angry and jealous. There were a few words, but nothing dramatic, Bryce knew Ashley could tell he was pissed off but she didn't know why. "Sometimes you're such a jerk!" She'd finally announced and stomped away. * * * * Bryce decided he needed to take a walk and cool off. He made his way upstairs and headed for the kitchen. The back door led to the alley. As he rounded the corner he found a small group of boys leaning against the counter. "Sup?" he asked as he got closer. One of the kids gave him a stern look. Bryce wasn't sure what was going on, but something was. "It's okay, he's chill," one of the other boys said. The others seemed to relax. "So, want a beer?" the first kid asked, pulling a can out from behind his back and offering it to Bryce. "You've got beer?" "Yeah, Nielson got some from his brother." The kid smiled. Bryce saw all the other guys were waiting to see what he'd do. "Yeah, sure, hand it over," he said as casually as he could manage. But inside was a different story. "Mom's gonna have my butt if she finds out," he thought and then reached for the can. * * * * Two hours had passed. Cameron didn't know what he was going to do. Somehow Bryce had gotten drunk and was now making a fool of himself. Ashley had become so disgusted with him she'd told him to "go fuck himself," and had left the party. That had only made things worse. Bryce thought he'd lost Ashley for good and that brought on crying and sobbing. Bryce was a mess. There weren't many options. What there were all seemed bad. Cameron could call home, but he thought Bryce better have his life insurance paid up because he'd definitely be dead meat. All the other kids at the party were too young to drive, so no help there. He didn't think Bryce could walk home because of his leg and also because he was so liquored up he seemed to be having trouble standing without swaying. An idea finally came to him. Cameron headed upstairs to find a quiet place to make a phone call. * * * * "Thanks, you don't know how much I appreciate this," Cameron stammered as he struggled to get Bryce out of the car. "It's not something I'd usually do," the driver said with a playful look. "But I did tell you to call if you ever needed anything." Cameron was glad he'd become on line friends with Daniel Knight. When Cameron first wondered if he might be gay, he'd found the local college had a gay youth support line and internet chat room. Daniel was doing graduate work and wanted to be a teacher. They'd chatted on line quite a few times; all of them late at night. Cameron had put the hotline phone number into his cell just in case he ever ran into any trouble. He never thought he'd have to use it, but here he was. "It was nice meeting you, Nick," Cameron said to a younger guy in the front passenger seat. From the way he'd looked at Daniel during the drive, it was obvious they were boyfriends. "Yeah, you, too," the kid answered. "Be sure and stay with him," Daniel warned Cameron. "Don't leave him alone." Cameron nodded. "And promise me you'll tell your folks if he looks like he needs medical help." "Daniel's dad is a doctor, so he worries about stuff like that," Nick explained. "Okay, I promise. Thanks again," Cameron said, putting an arm around Bryce and closing the car door. * * * * "We just have to get downstairs," Cameron thought as he guided Bryce around back. They went through the garage door and then on to the door to the kitchen. Cameron had seen lights at the far end of the house and assumed his mom and dad were in their room. Abby was probably already in bed. He'd called to tell his dad they had a ride home, so he hoped that would help. "Why are we being so quiet?" Bryce drawled in a loud voice. "Because you're drunk on your ass and I'm trying to get you into your room without Mom finding out," Cameron said in a hushed tone. Bryce seemed to think that over. "You're a good brother, you know that?" he said with slurred words and a goofy smile. "Yeah, tell me about it," Cameron grunted as he half carried Bryce up the two steps into the house. Luck was with the boys. The kitchen was dark. As they got to the stairs leading down to their rooms the kitten appeared. "Hi, Sox!" Bryce said cheerily and grinned. "Will you shut the fuck up?" Cameron whispered and put a hand over his brother's mouth. They finally made it to Bryce's room. Cameron dropped his brother onto the bed and then hurried to the base of the stairs. "Mom! Dad! We're home!" he yelled as loud as he could. He waited and sure enough his mother soon appeared at the top. "How'd you get here?" She asked with a curious smile. "Um, Aiden's dad," Cameron lied. "Was it a good party?" "Yeah, awesome!" Cameron lied again. "Uh, I think we'll start getting ready for bed." He hoped that would put an end to the questions. "Okay, well, have a nice night. See you in the morning." "Night, Mom," Cameron said cheerily. "Night," Mrs. Andrews said gently and headed back to her bedroom. Cameron sighed in relief. * * * * Bryce giggled as Cameron tugged at his shoes. "Want to see me wiggle my toes?" Cameron remembered that Bryce had often been asked to do that in the hospital as he was coming out of the coma. Then it'd made sense, but now it was just silliness. "No, dufus, I'm trying to get you ready for bed." Bryce looked at his twin and gave him a grin. Cameron pulled him up by his arms and wrestled his shirt off, then he let Bryce flop back down. "I'll do it," Bryce mumbled as Cameron fumbled with Bryce's belt. Even half drunk Bryce easily unbuckled the thing. Then he unbuttoned the top of his jeans. Cameron lowered Bryce's zipper, and with a couple of tugs pulled his pants off and dropped them onto the floor. Bryce lay there in only his boxers. "Scoot over," Cameron said, kicking off his own shoes. Bryce moved to the edge of the bed and looked up. "I love you. You know that?" Cameron unbuttoned his shirt. "Yeah, I know." Bryce was drunk off his ass, so Cameron wasn't taking him too seriously. Bryce giggled. "You're so good at taking care of me." Cameron shucked off his pants and climbed onto the bed. "You're really going to owe me for this one," he said with a sigh. Bryce rolled closer. Cameron lay down next to him. As much as he was tempted to get angry, he found he couldn't. Instead, Cameron gently ran his fingers through Bryce's hair. "Are you okay?" he asked tenderly. Bryce nodded and touched Cameron's chest with the tip of his finger. "Ashley's pissed at me," Bryce choked up, then started to cry. "Yeah, you acted like a fucking asshole." Bryce sobbed for a bit and then managed to get control of himself. "Kaiden had his hand on her butt." "Yeah, but she tried to move it away." Bryce's eyes grew wide. "She did?" "You probably couldn't see it from your angle, but she was pushing at his arm, but he was too strong." Bryce closed his eyes. "Fuck," he whispered and sobbed again. Cameron snuggled a little closer and wrapped his arms around his brother. He pulled Bryce's head down and Bryce rested it on his chest. "Get some sleep," Cameron whispered. "I'll help you figure something out in the morning." Bryce gave Cameron a gentle squeeze. "Thanks," he whispered, sniffed back another round of tears and closed his eyes. * * * * Bryce woke in the early hours needing to pee, real bad! He slipped out of bed, taking care to not wake Cameron. After he'd finished in the bathroom he crawled back onto the bed. As he lay down next to his brother, Bryce thought about all the things that Cameron had been doing for him. The longer he thought about it, the more special it all seemed. He watched as Cameron's nostrils flared with each breath. Cam's usually well kept hair was mussed and he looked like he could use a shower. Bryce reached out with his finger and gently rubbed it across Cam's bare chest. He stopped near Cameron's right nipple and rubbed the bump with his thumb. Bryce didn't know how much time passed as he lay there staring at his twin. It might have been minutes or maybe even an hour. He wondered if Cameron knew he was there. He soon got his answer. Cameron opened his eyes with a start. "Are you okay?" Bryce smiled. "Yeah, but still kind of happy," he giggled. His laugh was soft and playful. The boys stared at one another for a time. They were doing the twin thing, communicating with just a look, a movement of an eye or twitch of the mouth. The conversation without words went on for several minutes. Bryce didn't need to be asked, he knew what his brother wanted. He edged closer, offering him a kiss. Cameron made a soft sound of delight as their lips met. The kiss was ever so soft. When it ended, the boys snuggled closer, then there was another kiss followed by still another. The kisses became more passionate, deeper, and fuller as time went on. Bryce pushed his tongue forward and Cameron eagerly took it into his mouth. Bryce reached down and rubbed the front of Cameron's underwear. Cameron did the same for Bryce. Both boys grew hard. The touching and kissing went on for a few minutes longer until Bryce decided he needed more. "Want to?" he whispered as he tugged on Cameron's dick; they'd done this before. Cameron nodded. They turned around so each could have a cock in their mouth. Bryce pulled down Cameron's boxers and positioned himself over his brother's dick. Cameron thrust up and Bryce wrapped his lips around the shaft and sucked him inside. Cameron was busy doing the same to Bryce. "Your cock is so fucking hard," Bryce mumbled a while later. He'd taken a short break and continued to stroke Cameron as he gave his jaw a rest. The slurping sound of Cameron's mouth on Bryce's dick slowed and then he too took a break. "You're leaking like crazy," Cameron chuckled. The boys jacked each other for a minute. Bryce decided that felt good, too. Cameron made the next move. He crawled back around so the boys were facing one another again. They briefly looked into each other's eyes and kissed. When the kiss ended Cameron snuggled his head next to Bryce's neck and they held each other. "Do you REALLY love me?" Cameron whispered. Bryce gave him a tender squeeze. "We're brothers," he replied softly; it was really all he needed to say but then, he whispered, "I don't know what I'd ever do without you." They lay in each others arms, slowly stroking each other's dicks. Cameron stirred, pushing his cock forward. The boys stopped stroking and slowly humped against one another. As they did, one of Bryce's hands slipped down Cameron's back. "It's okay," Cameron whispered when Bryce seemed to hesitate. "Are you sure?" "Uh huh," Cameron whimpered. Cameron made a soft sound as Bryce very gently caressed his ass. He did one cheek and then the other. He took his time and explored every inch. Eventually Bryce ran a finger up and down the valley between the soft mounds. They both seemed to know what the other was thinking. "I'll let you if you want to.." Cameron offered. "Really?" "Yeah, really." "I don't know," Bryce sounded just a tiny bit unsure. "Just this once? Please?" Bryce pulled Cameron closer and held him tenderly. "You'll have to show me what to do." Cameron blushed. * * * * Cameron straddled his brother's stomach and positioned himself over Bryce's dick. Bryce looked up with a touch of apprehension. "Take it easy. I don't want to hurt you," Bryce whispered. Cameron nodded and reached back for his brother's cock. He'd talked Mark into letting him borrow his lube. Cam had wanted to use it with his homemade toys. Never in a million years had he imagined he'd use it for this. Cameron held Bryce's dick steady and slowly sat down. The knob pushed at his opening, but slipped away. He tried it a second time with no better luck. A third try was just as disappointing. "Here," Bryce offered, "let me hold it," then he reached for his cock. Cameron leaned forward, pulled his cheeks apart, and tried again. With Bryce holding his dick steady, Cameron centered the knob on the spot and slowly added more pressure. Bryce grunted and pushed up. Still nothing happened. Cameron closed his eyes and tried to relax his hole. He'd learned his toys went in easier if he pushed out a little with his ass muscles, so he tried that. Suddenly the head of his brother's cock popped inside. "Shit," Cameron grunted at the sudden pain. "Oh fuck that hurts," he complained loudly. He froze, not wanting anything to move. "Shit, shit, shit" he whined. Bryce held Cam by the waist to steady him. "Want to stop?" Cameron shook his head `no.' He rested there, straddled just above his brother with about an inch of dick up his butt. He took in a deep breath and tried to calm himself. The throbbing pain in his ass reminded him he'd never had anything this big up there. As the initial pain subsided, Cameron opened his eyes. Bryce was looking up, watching for a sign of what to do. Cameron slowly moved his knees further apart and leaned down for a kiss. As Bryce stuck his tongue in Cam's mouth, Cameron gently pushed down and allowed another half an inch up his butt. It was as if they communicated with their tongues. The more the boys got into the kiss, the more each of them was determined to get Bryce's cock up Cameron's ass. With Bryce using a steady push upward and Cameron bearing down, they finally managed to get the whole thing buried inside. "Jesus," Cameron grunted when he had finally hit bottom. He paused and looked down. His brother was looking up at him so innocent, so tender, so loving. Cameron needed to give him another kiss. Just before their lips met, Cameron closed his eyes and prepared himself. "Now," Cameron whispered, letting Bryce know it was time. Bryce started a slow in and out fucking motion. Cameron's initial whimpers of pain were muffled by the kiss. As he grew more comfortable and started to feel a hint of pleasure, Cameron knew he'd waited his whole life for this. He willingly surrendered himself to his brother. As Bryce's cock moved in and out of him, it was clear to Cameron that it was meant to be there. Bryce was now part of him and he was part of Bryce. They were joined like mirror images, you couldn't have one without the other. Cameron couldn't believe how good it felt. When Bryce pulled back and then slid in again it was one of the best feelings "EVER," he thought. What Cameron enjoyed most was the sensation of it pushing through his tight hole and then plowing its way deep into him. Bryce slowly picked up speed as he grew more confident, his thrusts becoming more probing. "Yeah, fuck me," Cameron whimpered, wanting to encourage him. Bryce responded with enthusiasm. The slapping sound of boys fucking echoed off the bedroom walls. The bed started squeaking and their breathing grew faster. Cameron found that if he lifted his ass up and down it added to the intensity of the fuck. It felt good, very good! In fact it felt so good Cameron hoped the feeling would never end. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," Bryce grunted with each thrust. "Oooooooohhhhh," Cameron moaned. He began to wonder how long Bryce would last. He hoped it would be a while longer. He wanted to try one more thing. He stopped, quickly pulled his brother's cock out of his ass, and then climbed off of him. "This way," he groaned, putting his head down and spreading his legs. Turning his head, he rested his face against the bed. Bryce got behind him and pulled his cheeks open. "Stick it back in," Cameron whimpered. A moment later Bryce pushed the head of his cock through the pucker and deep into Cameron's rectum. "Oooohh God," Cameron grunted when Bryce started fucking again, pounding him with increased energy. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Cameron's head slid forward each time and would have slammed into the headboard if Bryce hadn't been holding him by the waist. Grunts, groans, and curses ran together as the boys fucked. Toward the end it was a frenzy. Bryce was pounding Cameron's ass so hard and fast Cameron started to worry he'd stir things up in there and they'd have a mess to clean. But he wanted Bryce to pound him, to take him, take him hard. He'd wanted his brother to be the one to take his virginity, and he was getting his wish. As Bryce neared the end, the thought that he'd soon have his brother's cum up his ass was enough to get Cameron hornier than he'd ever been. Cameron stroked himself faster as Bryce reamed his ass. The teens were now in a mad rush to the finish. It was a wild ride. Bryce came first. Cameron imagined long strings of cream shooting inside him and then being pushed deeper by his brother's dick. When Cameron felt the warmth, he knew he finally had his brother's cum in his ass. It caused Cameron to feel wonderfully naughty. He loved the feeling that they were doing something so intimate. Cameron tugged on his cock and let another fantasy play out. He'd be on his back and Bryce would be on top. His brother would be pushing his feet toward his ears. Cameron's butt would be spread wide and Bryce's fat cock would be deep in his hole. They'd fuck until finally they'd both be drained. That was what did it, that fantasy. Cameron got his nut. The spurts had so much force, Cameron's toes curled. It was as if his cum was being sucked out of him. Three hard jets were followed by several smaller dribbles leaving a glob of creamy white goo on the mattress. They stayed like that, Cameron face down and butt up; Bryce still holding him by the waist with his dick deep inside him. It felt so right; two young teens, brothers, joined cock to ass. Cameron couldn't help but feel sad when Bryce finally pulled his softening cock out of his ass. They had tried to stay together as long as possible, but it was finally time. Cameron rolled onto his back and Bryce flopped down next to him. They sucked in deep breaths and slowly recovered. It fell quiet. "That was incredible," Bryce whispered. He sounded completely exhausted. "It was amazing," Cameron answered. After a bit, Cameron turned onto his side. He felt a few drops of his brother's cum drip out and down his leg. He saw a sheen of sweat covering Bryce's chest. It was proof of just how hard he'd gone at it. Cameron ran his finger down the middle ending at his stomach. It was a tender and loving gesture. The twins looked into one another's eyes. Cameron scooted a little closer so they could snuggle and kiss. In due time, they fell asleep in each other's arms. * * * * * * * * * * * * Epilogue: Fourteen years later. "Mom would have a fit if she saw you with your feet on the coffee table," Cameron smiled and took a long pull on his beer. "Yeah." Bryce laughed. "She still reminds me to take off my shoes before I go through the kitchen, doesn't want me to scuff up the floor." There was the sound of laughter, high pitched squeals, and the usual noises of children. It was coming from one of the bedrooms. Cameron and Bryce were in the living room of Bryce's small townhouse apartment. "Sounds like the boys are wound up tonight," Cameron chuckled. "They're like that almost every night," Bryce smiled. If asked, Bryce and Cameron would have admitted their mother's instincts had been pretty good. Sending them to church camp for the "Love Can Wait" weekend had been a good idea. The problem was that maybe love could wait, but Bryce couldn't. He and Ashley had dated all through high school and had nearly made it to graduation but Valentine's Day was too tempting and the one time they didn't have a condom Ashley became pregnant. Nine months later, they had twin boys; not identical, but still cute as could be. There was another playful screech and then the sound of something crashing to the floor. "Randy? Richard? Get your butts in here!" Bryce yelled. The house suddenly fell silent. "You want me to come over there?" Bryce yelled and then gave Cameron a wink. It was something their father had said many times. A few seconds later the boys appeared. Randy was the slimmer of the two. Richard looked as if he'd enjoyed a few too many cookies. They'd turned ten just a few months earlier. As the boys stood next to one another, Cameron couldn't help but think about the many times he and Bryce had stood like that in front of their own father. "Okay, what happened?" Bryce asked softly. "Randy threw his pillow at me." "Richard started it," Randy interrupted. "What broke?" Bryce asked, having apparently decided to cut right to the chase. The boys glanced at each other as if wondering if they should tell. "Well?" "Your soccer trophy," the boys whispered almost in unison. Bryce closed his eyes. Cameron knew he was trying to hold back. "In your room! Now! Not a peep more out of either of you or I'll give both of you something to think about." The boys gave each other another quick look and scurried away. "Was that your high school state trophy?" Cameron snickered. "I let them keep it in their room. Bad idea, huh?" Bryce chuckled. "They're just like us," Cameron said with a gentle smile. "Yeah," Bryce sighed. It was quiet a moment. "How's Kent?" Bryce finally asked. "Same as always, he works too much." Cameron smiled. Cameron had met Kent in his freshman year of college. He'd taken a pre-med introduction to chemistry and ended up sharing a lab table with him. Who knew they'd end up sharing a life together, too? Bryce put his beer down, got up, and joined Cameron on the couch. Bryce had Ashley, and Cameron had Kent, but the twins also had one another. Both Ashley and Kent knew the brothers shared a special bond, they totally understood. Cameron reached out his hand and Bryce took it. Bryce smiled as their fingers intertwined. "What?" Cameron saw the twinkle and Bryce's playful look. "You'll never guess," Bryce chuckled. "Okay, what?" "Last week I went to wake the boys for school. They were both in Randy's bed." "Oh?" Cameron laughed. "Yeah, they were asleep, buck naked, and looking like they'd been in a 69." "You're kidding?" Cameron chuckled. "Baby butts and tiny nuts," Bryce smiled. "They're starting early." Cameron leaned his head back against the sofa, then slowly turned toward Bryce. "Yup, just like us," he grinned. * * * * Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed the story. A special thanks to Andrew for story ideas and editing, and to Jon B. and his love for their encouragement and friendship, and a shout out to loyal readers Danny and James. Feel free to write me at playbuddy123@yahoo.com with comments. Thanks, Jon.