Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2012 12:04:36 -0800
From: ersatz345@gmail.com
Subject: The Week Chapter 1

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The Week
Chapter 1

Hi.... My name's Caleb and I'm a fifteen-year-old boy.... I guess you could
say I'm you're typical teenage guy...I tend to think about three things:
food, sleep, and sex, and not always in that order.... I lead a fairly
average life in American Suburbia.... My parents are pretty well-off, and
even after my mom died when I was little my dad has still been able to make
ends meet, with a lot left over to make life more enjoyable.

I have three brothers.... James is the oldest.... He's 17 and will be a
junior in high school this year.... He plays soccer and lacrosse and is
pretty good at both.... He's about 5'11'' and 135lbs or so with curly brown
hair that he wears slightly long- just enough that he has to brush it back
from his face every now and again- and blue eyes.  He's pretty thin since
he does so much running, but he's also lithe and toned.... He's a good
older brother I guess.

Next is my favorite.... My twin Kyle and I are almost inseparable.... I
mean, come on, we are twins and all.... Apparently even when we were sperm
and egg we had to stick together, and we've been together ever
since.... He's my best friend and my brother all at the same time.... Like
me he's about 5'8'' and 120 lbs or so with dark blonde hair that he keeps
relatively short and green eyes.... We both have long eyelashes and toned,
lean, smooth, and almost completely hairless bodies.... We're big in to
swimming and soccer, and we do both as much as possible.

Last is my little brother Justin.... He's thirteen and is in 7th grade this
year.... He's pretty good sized for his age, standing about 5'5'' and about
110 lbs.... He takes after my dad the most, with brown hair that he wears
spiked and Dad's gray eyes.... He's not bad as far as little brothers
go.... He's in to swimming too, so he hangs around us a lot at
practice.... He also does baseball, which none of the rest of us do, and
he's a good student.... He doesn't whine too much, and he's not too bad to
hang out with when we HAVE to.

Well, now that you at least have a fuzzy picture of us, let me start with
the real story.... It all began when my dad told us he was going out of
town for a week on business.... He works for a pretty big-name law firm
that handles a lot of corporate litigation and shit.... Usually it meant a
lot of conference calls, late nights in the office, and a few weekend trips
here or there.... These weren't a big deal, and usually my aunt (my dad's
unwed sister) would come and watch us.... This time, however, some big
client needed him to fly out of the country to help put together some sort
of deal.... I'm a little vague on the details, but hey, I'm only
fifteen.... I don't have to worry about shit like that.

We were sitting around the dinner table on Wednesday night when it all came
out.

"Well boys, it looks like I'll be off again this weekend.... The Firm needs
me to fly out of town for a while; probably for the better part of a
week.... Do you think you guys can handle it?" Dad asked.

"Sure," James replied.... "Where you going, pops?"

"Bob said something about London, but with him you never can be sure, " Dad
replied with a wink.... "He's not too good with that whole geography
thing.... You give him a piece of paper with numbers and stuff on it...he's
your man.... You give him a map...and you take your own life in your
hands."

We all had a good laugh at this.... Bob was something of a byword around
the family and the office.... During the last company picnic the partners
rented vans for a trip up into the mountains.... Bob was supposed to drive
the lead car in the caravan and, instead of arriving at our destination 30
minutes later, we ended up lost in the forest.... It wasn't a good trip.

"Sounds cool," Kyle and I said at the same time.... We stopped to look at
each other and Kyle just rolled his eyes and gestured for me to
continue.... We do that a lot.

"Is Aunt Catherine coming to stay with us?"

"I put in a call to her this afternoon, but I haven't been able to get a
hold of her," Dad replied.

"I don't want Aunt Catherine to stay," mumbled Justin.... "She always makes
crappy meals and watches soap operas all day.... AND she doesn't even let
me play video games."

"Well, I don't know about the crappy meals and soap operas parts, but the
no video games sounds good to me, " Dad smiled.... "I know she can be a
little rough on you guys, but she's really not that bad."

The four of us exchanged glances.... I just put another piece of pizza in
my mouth and chewed thoughtfully, waiting for what was coming next.... Kyle
pushed a wayward olive around his plate with his finger and tried to look
innocent.... Justin excused himself to grab another soda.... We were
waiting for James. ...

Ever so casually, James picked up the salad tongs and dipped them into the
salad bowl....

"You know, Dad," he began, scooping up some salad and depositing it on our
father's plate, "We could just stay home alone.... I am 17 now.... I have
my license and the twins can help me manage everything around the house.  I
think it would be good for me, for us, to have some more responsibilities."

Justin returned with his new soda, hearing the gist of what James had
said.... I looked across the table to find Kyle's eyes exactly as his rose
to seek mine.... We all looked at my father.

"Hmmm," he said, chewing his salad carefully.... "I don't know about that,
James.... I know you're old enough, but I wouldn't want to worry about the
four of you being here without some adult supervision.... If anything were
to happen..."

"It won't," James interrupted.... " And besides, even if it does, we can
call Aunt Catherine to wake her up at her apartment as easily as we can to
wake her up off the couch.... And don't forget the neighbors.... Mr. and
Mrs. Walker are always around, and I'm sure they'd be willing to help if we
need it.... Plus, I'm sure Johnny's parents wouldn't mind checking in with
you every once in a while if you asked."

Johnny Spencer was James' best friend.... His parents were really nice and
had looked after all of us when Dad was dealing with Mom's death.

Dad speared a tomato, brought it to his mouth and, after chewing a while,
replied, "That's as may be, but it doesn't change the fact that you boys
would be here by yourselves.  I know you can probably manage the household
and whatnot, but what about sports practices?  What about homework?
Groceries?  Laundry?  Cleaning?  It's a lot to manage on your own."

"We're not by ourselves.... There are four of us, Dad, and we're more than
old enough to stay home alone. What I can't do by myself in getting the
twins and Justin to practices we can figure out with teammates.  It's no
big deal."

James put both hands on the table and leaned slightly forward towards my
father.

"I think it's time you began to trust us a little bit.... You keep saying
you wish we would grow up some and help you out more.... Well, this is a
perfect opportunity.... We're trying to grow up, and we're trying to help
you out, but you have to let us!"

I couldn't believe my brother was laying it on so thick.... I thought he
was doing a pretty sick job.... We had called a Bro Meeting before dinner
to talk about the possibility of Dad going out of town and how to handle
it, but James was really going for broke.... Kyle's mouth hung slightly
open, so I kicked him under the table.... He shot me a look that I promptly
ignored.

"Well Dad, what do you think?" asked Justin.... "Can we stay home alone?"

Dad just looked at us all.

"You're right, James," he said slowly.... "I have asked you all to grow up
and help out more...and this is a good opportunity for you boys to show me
that I can trust you."... He picked his napkin off his lap to wipe his
mouth and placed it on the table.... "But I want you to understand
something."

He stopped and looked around the table, gathering four sets of eyes to his.

"I'm trusting you with the well-being of this house and of each
other.... Be safe, make good choices, and above all take care of each
other.... I don't want to come home to broken bones and a house that looks
like it's been through some sort of natural disaster.... You need to make
sure you take care of your work in school and on the fields or in the pool.
No wild parties and no craziness.  Is that understood?"

He waited as we each nodded solemnly in turn.... I could barely contain
myself.... I looked across at Kyle to see him shoot a grin at me.... He had
mischief in his eyes.... I could hardly wait to find out what he had
planned.

Satisfied, Dad continued.... "Very well then.... I'll call your Aunt and
let her know the deal.... Now, Justin, you and I have dishes
tonight.... Caleb and Kyle please clear the table.... James, grab a
washcloth.... Tonight's a school night, so I want you boys upstairs and
doing your homework as soon as we've cleaned up."

-- ~ --

Later that night I lay in my bed thinking about all the delicious
possibilities.... A whole week with just us boys.... No Dad around.... No
Aunt around.... Almost no supervision whatsoever.  This was the first time
I could remember when we had a modicum of freedom.  Oh, don't get me wrong-
my Dad did a great job respecting boundaries and all that shit.  But
there's always that desire to be on your own, to do things your own wayÉand
sometimes, the desire to just break the rules.

I heard a soft sound across the room as my brother shifted in his bed.

We had a pretty sweet room, all things considered.  It was more like a
two-room suite than a bedroom.  You see, up until my mom died the plan was
for Kyle and me to have separate rooms that shared a bathroom.  In the
weeks and months after she died, though, Kyle and I became even more
inseparable than we already were.  I guess you could say that after the
trauma and tragedy that we felt, we found comfort in being together.

After about the fourth morning in a row finding Kyle in my bed or me in
Kyle's bed, it just became normal that we slept in the same room.  My Dad
insisted that we at least have separate beds, and we did (enormous queen
sized ones), but whether we actually slept in them, wellÉwhat he didn't
know wouldn't hurt him.

Consolidating bedrooms allowed us to turn the extra room into a playroom.
When we were younger it was a great place to hang out, have some fun, run
around, and generally be loud.  Now that we were older, it was definitely
more of a place where we could chill, play music or video games, and have
friends over.  It was our crash pad and the teenage boy equivalent of a man
cave all at the same time.

Kyle rustled his sheets again as he shifted.  "You still awake?" he
whispered.

"Yeah,"

"What are you thinking about?"

"What do you think, dumbass?"

"I can only guess.... Why don't you get your ass over here so we can talk
about it."

I climbed out of my bed and padded across the room.... Moonlight coming
through the window shone on Kyle's bed, highlighting his tousled hair,
grinning face, and bare, smooth upper torso as he sat up watching me.

Kyle and I always slept in nothing but our boxers and sometimes ankle
socks.... T-shirts and pajamas or shorts just get in the way of more
important things.

Lifting up the side of the covers nearest me, I climbed into my brother's
bed.  He shifted slightly to give me some room on his pillow.  I put my
head next to his and lay on my back, left arm tucked beneath my head- my
right side shoulder and hip close enough to feel the heat coming off his
body.

"Now, what were you thinking about?" he asked, after I had finished
settling in.

"I was thinking about all the fun we can have when Dad is gone," I said.

"What kind of fun were you thinking about?"

"I think you know."

I looked over to see him grin in the moonlight like a Cheshire cat and his
eyes twinkled.... He chuckled low in his throat, and I felt him shift
himself slightly, pressing his left leg against me and brushing his foot
against mine.

I gently pressed back and playfully draped my right leg over his left, our
feet engaging in a languid and lazy dance under the covers.

"It's pretty awesome that Dad's leaving us alone.  I almost can't believe
he went for it," I said.

"Yeah, but I meanÉhe almost had no choice.  James did a great job of
putting everything out there.  And besides, it's totally true.  We should
be on our own."

I idly scratched my nose with my left finger and pursed my lips.  "Well
yeah, I guess.  I mean, I don't know.  I just thought he'd put up more of a
fight or something.  Especially with Justin only being 13, and us having to
work on carpools and homework and food andÉshit.  It's going to be a lot of
work."

Kyle's foot pushed back hard against mine.  "Stop that!" he said, "It's
going to be great.  Knowing him, James will have a plan for everybody by
tomorrow morning, all color coded and shit, and he'll put it on the
refrigerator or something."

I smiled at the thought.  "Yeah, and he'll make us fucking memorize it,
quiz us on it, put it in our phones, and carry copies in our backpacks too
I bet."

"Dude, totally!" Our footsy relapsed to gentle stroking.

I sighed contentedly.  "Mostly, I'm looking forward to a little fun time
with the bros.  You know, hanging out together and whatnot.  It's going to
be awesome.  We can stay up as late as we want, sleep in if we want on the
weekend, we don't have to do the dishes, or clean our rooms, or shower, or
do laundry, orÉfuck that.  We don't even need to wear clothes if we don't
want to!  We can have friends overÉ"

Kyle elbowed me in the side.

"Éouch!  The fuck, dude?  I'm not talking about a party.  Just a couple of
friends.  Or we can just keep it to us bros." A thought suddenly occurred
to me, one that had been floating around the back of my mind for a couple
of days, but just now took shape.  "Do you thinkÉno."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No- come on."

"Really- it's nothing."

Kyle stopped rubbing his foot against mine and rolled on to his side,
facing me.  He held his head propped up and tilted on his left hand and
draped his right out over the covers.  The moonlight made a ridge of silver
down his side.  Even without flexing I could make out the shape of his
triceps, the dip and then bulge of his bicep, and furrows of his forearm.
Fuck he was beautiful.

"Out with it."

"WellÉ" still I hesitated.  This would be weird.  Cool- definitely- but
weird.  "Do you thinkÉthat maybeÉwe might have some Fun with them?  With
James?"

In the dark I could barely see his forehead crinkle as he realized what I
meant.  I stressed the capital "F," and he heard it loud and clear.  He lay
back down and grunted.  "Huh..."

"Fun" is what we calledÉwell, I guess you could say what we called what
started to happen when Kyle and I were around 10 or so.  With all the time
we spent around each other, sharing a bedroom and bathroom, and quite often
our beds and showers, we constantly saw each other naked.  Around that age,
we started to get interested in what kept happening to our dicks every time
we were naked around each other.  They would get hard.  REALLY hard.

Erections were a pretty big deal at that age, and we were definitely
curious.  When you combined that with almost always sleeping in the same
bed and often bathing and showering together, being fascinated that we
looked exactly the same, and the fact that we were constantly touching each
other, wellÉwe started to have Fun.

At first it was just rubbing.  That felt good, especially when we started
producing jizz when we were 11 or so.  We would rub each other to climax
and then play with the sticky fluid, often using it to arouse ourselves
again and lubricate another session.  The next step was pretty natural I
guess.  With all that cum floating around, some of it was bound to end up
in a mouth.

I was the first to discover that, not only was our cum extremely slick and
a great lubricant, but its smell was intoxicating too.  Naturally this made
me get off on smelling it.  Once, when I bent down to sniff a particularly
pungent puddle of it after a marathon session, I don't know what came over
me.  I flicked out my tongue and lapped some into my mouth.

Its taste was creamy, slightly slimy, but a wondrous mixture of salty and
tangy, with just a hint of boyish sweetness.  I was hooked.  Immediately, I
shared my discovery with Kyle, and we both became avid cum eaters
afterwards.  It became an even contest to decide whether we would use the
loads we shot after jacking each other off as lube for our next session or
just eat them.

Eventually we realized that you didn't need to jack off first to get the
cum.  It was often easier, and a lot more fun, to do it "hands free"
instead.  I mean, if the ultimate goal was to get cum in our mouths and
down our throats, why not just suck the dick?

Once we combined that with the fact that we both had mouths and both had
cocks, and we could suck each other at the same time, 69ing became our
preferred method of jizz consumption.

This, in turn, led to the final consummation of our relationship and the
ultimate level of Fun: Fucking.  As my father would often say, "Idle hands
are the devil's playthings." Well, I don't really know about the devil
part, but they definitely became our playthings.

We used them to caress and explore each other's bodies while our dicks were
buried down each other's throats and our noses were buried in each other's
just-manifesting, wispy blonde pubes.  It was only a matter of time I
guess, before one day Kyle's finger found my ass and starting probing.

It was immediately apparent that, once his finger went knuckle deep and
started pressing something deep inside me, I went crazy.  Simply crazy.  My
dick was twitching all over the place, and my precum started literally
gushing into his mouth.  He withdrew his finger from my ass and his cock
from my mouth so we could talk about it.

Well, if his finger was good, we thought, his dick would be better, right?
Turns out that my tight preteen ass drove him as crazy as his cock
punishing what we later determined (after some steamy internet searches)
was my prostate drove me.  After our first explosive session, and the
fulfilling sense I got when he blew his load in my ass and I nearly passed
out as I shot mine across the room, I told him he had to try it, and we
flipped positions.  I fucked him while his warm load trickled out of my
boyhole and he was delirious with pleasure, mumbling how much he loved me
and begging me to pound him harder.  It was magical.

And the rest is history.  Soon we came to term any and all of these sorts
of things- rubbing, sucking, fucking, as simply "Fun," and we used that as
our code word.

I could hear him breathing next to me.  Eventually he started rubbing his
foot against mine again, and he reached down under the covers to lightly
run his finger up my thigh draped over his leg.

"Why James?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"Why James.  What made you think about that?  I know why we started having
Fun," his hand stroking my thigh slid to cup my junk before moving back to
just my leg, "HehÉI can feel why, tooÉbut why James?  You've never said
anything about it before."

My dick was already chubbed from the footsy and thigh action, and it
twitched when my brother groped me.  I smiled as I thought about his
matching dick.  I loved his dick- I'm not afraid to say so.  I mean, think
about it.  I love my own dick- it's a little over 7 inches and cut, with no
awkward angles or anything- just that beautiful, natural curve.  When I'm
really hard and pull my dick out from my body, it will thwack back to hit
my stomach.

Most importantly, the head is in proportion to the rest of the shaft.  It
may sound picky and OCD, but when I watch porn or perve on other dudes in
my gym class, nothing disgusts me more than a cock obviously out of
proportion: either with a teeny head (or none at all- I HATE those
uncircumcised ant eaters) or with a giant fucking dome on top.  Ew.

Since Kyle's dick is exactly like my dick, I love his dick too.

But enough about our dicks.  I thought about my brother James.  He had been
entering my thoughts a lot more recently, and not in a pure brotherly-love
way.  I'd idly fantasized about him when I was younger, a couple years ago
probably.  When I was about Justin's age and he was about our age now.  But
I never did anything about it aside from jack off a couple times.  More
recently, though, the fantasies were anything but idle.

Let's be honest- the dude is attractive and a catch no matter how you look
at it.  Aside from his outward good looks (a family trait), he's also one
smart fuck, pretty funny, and is always confident.  I love that.  However,
I must confess I learned something new about my brother recently that
kicked my adolescent hormones and imagination into overdrive.

James is a stud.  A fucking hung stud.  Yup- probably 8.5 inches.  This
isn't a porno guys- he doesn't have a 12 inch dick the size of a 40oz malt
liquor bottle.  But he does have one fucking beautiful tool.  And I saw it
last week.

Here's the scene.  I'm sitting in our room on my bed playing a game on my
iPhone.  My smokin' hot older brother walks in wearing just mesh shorts
with the rim of his briefs showing and footie socks.  Nothing else except a
sheen of sweat and a wave of musk that follows him into the room.  He
smells like boy sweat and grass- obviously just back from soccer practice.

He asks me if he can use our shower.  He has to ask three times because I'm
staring at his 6 pack, flat pecs, and tapered waist.  There's a laser beam
from my eyes boring into his belly button.  Flummoxed, I stutter out
something that he takes to mean, "Sure dude.  Go ahead."

25 minutes later, Stud Brother comes out with a towel wrapped loosely
around his waist.  It dips suggestively in all the right places, but
doesn't grant me full access.

As he walks through our room to exit, one of his socks falls out of the
bundle of dirty clothes he's holding in his hands.  He stops and bends down
to pick it up.

His towel, loose to begin with, is undone with his extra motion.  It slips
to the floor.

Lights.  Music.  Angels sing.  I get a glimpse of heaven in the form of my
older brother's beautiful cock, surprisingly fleshed-out and, more
surprisingly, I see a clear drop of fluid spill out of the tip.  Fuck me.

"Oh shit!" he shouts, and grabs for his towel while also reaching for his
socks and trying to hold on to the rest of his clothes.

But it's to no avail.  Everything falls to the ground and he stands naked
before me.  It only lasts about 20 seconds total before he's scooped
everything up.  What surprises me most is the way he casually gathers his
things.

"Sorry about that, bro.  Towel just slipped off there for a sec.  Thanks
for the shower!"

He stands there calmly returning my gaze, oozing confidence, totally
oblivious that I'm about to cream myself after his exhibition, before he
leaves the room with a little wave and a half-smile.

Or was he?  Was he totally oblivious?  My mind runs wild.  My imagination
WANTS to believe it might not have been an accident.  I get up and go into
the bathroom to inspect a suspicion.

Looking into the huge shower that I share with Kyle (with dual heads and a
bench to sit if you want), I can smell that James used my shampoo and body
wash.

I climb into the shower and look towards the drain.  I remember that one
clear drop spilling from the tip of my brother's cock.  I remember that
sometimes after I blow a load, my dick will leak juice for a while
afterward.  I bend closer to inspect the drain.

Sure enough, there's a viscous white fluid on it.  I gather some and bring
it to my nose.  It smells right.  I stick my finger in my mouth and close
my eyes, savoring the flavor.  It tastes right.  Fresh spunk.  My brother
dropped a load in our shower.

Fuck me twice and piss all over me, but that was the hottest thing I'd seen
in a while.

Instinctively, I ripped down my cargo shorts and pulled my polo shirt off.
Tossing my shorts and shirt on the rug (no boxers or socks for me), I knelt
down on the still-warm tiles of the shower.

I scooped up what was left of my brother's load and coated my throbbing
dick with his juice.  Frantically I jerked the shit out of my cock, running
my hand up and down the length of my hilt so fast it was a blur.  The
middle finger of my other hand teased my boyhole.

It only took about 90 seconds before I shot my own load all over the shower
floor.

Fuck me three times and cream my face and up my ass.  I just tasted my
older brother's cum and jerked off using it as lube.

Couple that with the scene that played out in our bedroom earlier, and you
can see why my imagination was going.  It was one thing to eat his cum cold
off my shower floor and see him in all his glory from afar.  But what if I
could draw the cum out of him hot and fresh?  What if I could suck his
cock, massage his muscles, grab his ass and finger him while I blew him?
What if I could wrap my arms around him and hold on for dear life while he
fucked me?

I shared the story with Kyle, including my cum-eating and masturbation
session in our shower.

"That's why James," I finished.  "Because he's hot and hung as fuck, and I
can't stop thinking about whether he was kind ofÉI don't know.  Teasing me,
or inviting me, orÉI guess you could say seducing meÉor something.

"And I can still taste his cum," I finished, in a whisper.

Kyle was silent for a long time.  As I was telling the story of my
encounter with James, his footsy had become more and more insistent.  When
I reached the part about tasting James' cum from our shower and spreading
his spunk all over my dick as lube, Kyle let out an involuntary moan and
gave up stroking my thigh.

Instead, he snaked his right hand through the front of my boxers to grab my
semi-hard cock.

"Fuck, bro.  You have me leaking just thinking about it!" he whispered.

Looking over at the covers on his side of the bed, I could make out a
massive tent around his midriff, where his 7+ inch twin dick was tenting
the sheets.

"I know, right?  Imagine what I felt going through that.  So you can see
where I'm cumming from, right?  No pun intended," I quickly added, although
the thought was arousing- especially coupled with Kyle's expert but lazy
manipulation of my cock.

Kyle didn't answer right away.  Instead, he just kept moving his hand
leisurely up and down on my dick, paying a little extra attention to the
base of the head just beneath the tip.  Every time his hand reached the
top, he'd give it a little swirl, twirling his fingers around my cockhead
and brushing his rough palm over my slit.  He knew it drove me wild.  I
knew it would only get better- especially once I really started leaking
precum and slicked things up a bit.

"Caleb, manÉ" he began, then stopped.  He gave me three dick-head swirls in
a row, and I gasped with the intense pleasure of the moment before he
switched back to the standard jacking motion.

"That's some hot shit, and you're sick as fuck for thinking about it, but
God help me.  With the Bro time we have going on this week, and Dad out of
town, and no adults around at all, and all rules up for grabsÉ"

Five dick swirls in a row.  Holy shit- my twin really knows how to work my
cock.  I was thrusting my dick into his hand by the end of it, precum by
this time coursing down my shaft and dripping over his fingers.

"I say we do everything we can to get James to Play,' he said.  "I'm a
little jealous that you're thinking about him, and a little pissed that you
got to see him naked and eat his cum instead of me, but I'm totally game to
try and bed him.  We'd make a hot threesome."

Another five dick swirls.  Fuck!  A loud groan escaped me after number 3
and lasted all the way through number five.

It wasn't fair that Kyle was the only one playing with a cock, so I snaked
my left hand under the covers and advanced it toward the mound in the
sheets I knew was caused by his dick.  Feeling the thin fabric of his
boxers, and the giant wet spot where his cockhead was sheathed in the
cotton, I smiled to myself in the dark.

One of things I'm most proud about, in addition to the fact that we're two
pretty hot guys with great bodies and awesome cocks, is the fact that we
each fucking pump out the precum when we engage in foreplay or get excited.
It turns me on hard whenever I reach for Kyle's dick and it's already rigid
and wet, waiting for me.

My fingers deftly reached through the flyhole in his breafs and brushed the
head of his dick.  It twitched in response, and I heard him draw a sharp
breath.

Well, turn and turn about is fair play, I thought.

I gave him a couple of jacks up and down to spread his precum, and then I
gave the bastard a taste of his own medicine.  7 dick head swirls with no
warning and no warm up.  It was a cruel thing to do, but desperate times
call for desperate measures.  Take that bitch!

After three he was moaning.  5 had his head arched back, his hips off the
bed thrusting his twin cock into my hand.  After seven, his eyes were
squeezed shut and his breath was coming out in labored pants.

"Fuck dude!" he whispered.  "You always fucking one-up me!"

"Well, it's no fair for you to have all the fun," I said, smiling.

"Fuck that!"

And just like that, Kyle threw back the covers, exposing my bare torso and
boxer-clad cock.  The massive wet patch that I could make out in the
moonlight must have been about three times the size of the one I could feel
in his briefs as I continued to jerk him.

By now Kyle had switched hands.  His right hand was jerking my dick while
he braced himself up on his left elbow again facing me.  I could see him
looming over me, getting closer with each stroke of his hand on my dick.  I
could smell his hair, see his eyes glisten in the moonlight.  His breath on
my lips was intoxicating.  He was inches away.

Suddenly, his head dipped down and he took my right nipple between his
lips, gently kissing it.  I moaned.  He sucked the tip between his teeth
and applied just the right amount of pressure; the perfect mix of pleasure
with an undercurrent of pain.  I hissed and arched my back in response.

He gave over my nipple, and instead placed the tip of his tongue on the
center of my chest.  Slowly, very slowly, he dragged the underside of his
tongue down the v of my chest, between my abs, over my belly button, until
he got to my boxers.

My breath was coming in pants.  I reached up with my left hand and grabbed
a fistful of my brother's blonde hair.  It was slightly tousled but silky
smooth.  My grip tightened slightly as Kyle moved his mouth over my
boxer-encased dick.  It made quite a sight, with him hovering over me,
right hand jacking off my cock through my boxers, my precum soaking the
fabric, the moonlight highlighting his hair and glowing in his eyes as he
looked up at me.

Keeping my dick in my boxers, he angled it straight up to point at him and
lowered his face.  He put it in his mouth.

I squirmed under him.  The heat of his mouth immediately saturated through
the thin fabric of my boxers.  He gently manipulated the rough fabric over
my sensitive head, chuckling as I gasped and moaned and writhed all the
while.

After 5 minutes or so of this torture, he got bored sucking me through my
underwear.

He paused to look up at me, one hand on either side of my body, holding
himself up in a push-up position, his muscles slightly swollen from the
light effort.

"Take them off.  Take your fucking boxers off," he demanded.

I did as my brother commanded.  My left hand reached down and slid them off
of me.  It wasn't easy, with Kyle over me slipping out of his own boxers
and me trying to keep the pace up on his cock too, but we managed it- we
had practice.  I used my left foot to push them the final few inches.

His lips were inches from mine.  I reached up with my left hand and touched
his cheek.  Smooth.  Smooth and warm.

"Give them to me.  Let me smell them."

Wistfully, I withdrew my fingers from his cheek, reached down, and grabbed
my boxers.  His eyes stared into mine; my own green stare reflected back at
me.  I pulled the soaked cotton up, soaked with my precum and his spit, and
pressed it against his chest.

"Is that what you wanted," I asked?

He dipped his head and took the boxers out of my hand with his teeth.  I
couldn't help but notice that the place my precum had spewed all over was
now solidly in his mouth.

He inhaled sharply, then let my boxers fall from his mouth, and smiled at
me.

"I love the smell and taste of your boxers, dude.  They always smell like
your ball sweat and your cum.  I can taste the stink of your taint and the
sweetness of your precum on them too.  I fucking love it," he replied.

He threw my boxers off the bed and refocused his gaze on me.  His hand
returned to stroking my thigh, leaving my aching cock laying straight along
my stomach and leaking precum onto my belly button.  Once again, his lips
moved closer to mine.

He stroked up, and his lips got closer.  His finger stroked down the length
of the inside of my thigh, and his lips stopped their approach.  Up the
sensitive inside of my legs.  I shivered, and waited as his lips again
advanced.  Down and pause.  It was a tantalizing rhythm; a yearning for his
kiss and an ache when he stopped, just short.

My dick didn't know how to handle it.  It was twitching like crazy, and by
now I had a lake of precum on my belly.

Finally, slowly, his finger started from the midpoint of my well-defined
calf, traced its way up the inside of my leg, pausing about half-way up.  I
trembled at his touch.  His lower lip brushed mine.  I could feel the air
stir as he blinked, and his long lashes swept through mine.

In one smooth motion, his hand moved to grip my cock and his mouth pressed
down on mine, firmly, urgently, insistently.  I let go of his cock, wrapped
my hands around his neck and pulled him down into me.  His precum still on
my fingers wet his hair as I held on for dear life.

I kissed him hard, and he pushed back just as passionately.  I opened my
mouth slightly and he took the hint, he tongue pushing in immediately.  I
met it with mine and caressed it, doing with our tongues what he had been
doing with our feet earlier.

He moved his body on top of me and kept kissing me.  I felt his matching
dick poke me as he positioned himself, and his precum dripped down to add
to the growling lake on my stomach.

I slid my hands down his neck, spread them over his shoulders to grab his
biceps.  God damn I love my brother.  I kept going, squeezing the sides of
his chest vice-like as my fingers continued down his body.  I ran them
lightly, drawing a shudder from him as I neared his hips.  He bit down
lightly on my lips when I brought my fingers slightly toward his stomach,
where I knew he could be ticklish.

Finally, I reached the mounds of his ass and drew him against me, spreading
my legs to accommodate his lithe frame and hard cock.  We fit together
perfectly, our proportions an exact match for one another, his dick resting
on my belly nestled alongside mine.  God I love my twin brother.

He broke our kiss and looked down at me with a smile.  "Fuck bro.  You know
I love you, don't you?"

I nodded in return.

He reached up to stroke my cheek, then traced his finger to my chin, down
my neck, and between my pecs.  He brought it down until it got to the lake
of precum that had by now covered what it could of my abs and was spilling
off the sides.

He gathered some of our mixed ejaculate and brought it to my lips.

"Taste it for me," he said.  "I want to know if you're ready."

I eagerly opened my mouth and he stuck his finger in.  I sucked it hard,
like I would a cock.  I could taste the precum, and the wonderful flavor
that resulted when we mixed our fluids.  I moaned around his finger and
tightened my grip on his ass, pulling him harder against me.

He chuckled and pulled his finger out of my mouth.

"I guess you're almost ready, huh?"

"Fuck dude.  You know it kills me when you feed me our precum like that."

"I know, but I love teasing you.  Enough messing around though.  It's time
for some real fun.  Here- hold on a sec."

He reached down and scooped up a handful of the wet puddle on my stomach.

"Okay- let's switch," he said.

This was a practiced maneuver that we liked to employ when our Fun focused
on the anal side of things.  As we switched positions, I settled myself
over Kyle, my knees on either side of his torso with his cock positioned
snugly behind my ass and my dick inches from his face.

The beauty of the maneuver and process was two fold.  First, in enabled us
to build up a store of lube that we could use to ease things along, both as
aphrodisiac (usually in the form of feeding it to each other), and as
lubricant.

The precum Kyle hadn't scooped up before we switched places dripped down my
lower abs, through my sparse pubes, and pooled onto Kyle's stomach.  I
lifted myself up slightly to give Kyle better access to my boyhole, and he
took his cupped hand full of precum and brought to my ass, gently using it
to massage my hole and get me ready to take his cock.

My lifting motion, of course, caused my dick to move forward just enough
that, as he rolled up and forward slightly, it was at his lips.

I looked down at Kyle just in time to see him grin up at me, open his
mouth, and run his tongue over the head of my dick.  As he did that, he
penetrated me with his finger, inserting our lube up my chute.

"Oh fuck Kyle!" I whispered.  "Fuck dude, that feels so good.  Use your
tongue, bro.  Goddamn!"

He complied.  His tongue swirled around the head of my cock while first
two, and then three of his fingers worked my hole over.  Every once in a
while he would reach farther down to his own dick, gather more precum, and
bring it back to my ass as lube.

We were both moaning pretty loudly, and Kyle slurped every time he swirled
around my cockhead with his tongue.  If we hadn't been so loud, we might
have noticed that the door to our bedroom from the bathroom had opened just
a crack, enough for somebody kneeling to look in and see the two of us
fully exposed on Kyle's bed, bathed in moonlight, naked bodies glistening
with sweat, my dick in Kyle's mouth and his about to disappear up my ass.
But we were, and we didn't.

Kyle let my dick flop out of his mouth and looked up at me.

"You ready, bro?" he asked.  "You feel ready to me."

"Fuck Kyle!  Do it bro.  Put your dick in me.  Do it now!" I was
practically whining by the end.

I leaned forward slightly, sticking my ass out toward my brother's cock.
He cupped my ass with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other,
pointing it at my hole.

I watched his face as he guided his dick to my ass.  His brow was furrowed
in concentration, and he stuck the tip of his tongue out of the corner of
his mouth like he did whenever he was thinking hard about something.  I
smiled at the thought, and concentrated on flaring my hole to accept my
brother's dick.

I felt the spongy head press against my rosebud, and grunted slightly.
Kyle honed in on that signal, and pressed a little harder.  I took a deep
breath, then let it out slowly while flaring my hole.

The tip was in.  Then the head came next.  I let the rest of my breath out
and settled down on my brother's cock as he pushed it the rest of the way
in.  Finally, I could feel the thin, silky strands of his pubic hair brush
against my smooth ass cheeks.  He was all the way in.  My twin brother's
cock was balls deep up my ass.

I threw my head back and closed my eyes, savoring the sensation.  It was
almost euphoric.  Once again, like when Kyle bit my nipple, there was a
small undercurrent of pain present, but it was overwhelmed by the waves of
pleasure that replaced it as I started rocking slowly on his dick, letting
out small grunts every time my motion and his gentle thrusting pressed his
dickhead against my prostate.

I was in heaven.  I love it when my brother fucks me.  In addition to the
plain physical pleasure- and believe me, it's substantial and more than
enough for anyone- there's something metaphysical, deeply symbolic, and
almost sublime about the whole experience.

There's something about having my brother, my identical teenage twin
brother, bury his identical teenage twin cock up my identical teenage twin
ass that strikes an enormous sexual chord in my body.  The way our bodies
fit together, the perfection of proportions and sizes, the sameness to our
sounds and mannerisms makes me so fucking horny I can barely stand it.  The
symmetry and synergy when we fuck is unbelievable.  We've always been
close, that much was clear from the beginning, and when we're joined like
this, joined by our most intimate appendages piercing our most intimate
orifices- him deep inside me or me deep inside him- I think it's how we're
meant to be.  It's how we were designed and created.  We're together, and
we're complete.

I opened my eyes and looked down to see that Kyle was gazing up at me.  Our
eyes locked, and we both smiled.  I reached behind me to feel his dick
piercing my ass.  He was producing so much precum it was leaking down the
bit of his shaft protruding from my ass.  I gathered some and brought it up
to his face.  He opened his mouth, ready and waiting to accept my offering,
but I hesitated.

We were about to embark on an adventure in the week to come. With my Dad
gone, and just us boys home alone, and our desire to have some Fun with
James, I knew things were about to change.  We needed to make this night
special.

I also knew that, no matter how hot and turned on Kyle was when I had told
him about seeing James naked and eating his cum before jerking off with it,
and how much he wanted to have Fun with James, he was a little jealous that
I desired our older brother.  And a little worried that perhaps, if we
succeeded in seducing James, my love for Kyle would diminish.

As silly as it sounded to me, I realized it wouldn't seem so silly to Kyle.
So I made a decision.

I took the finger with my ass juices and his precum and dipped it down to
Kyle's stomach, where my own precum had formed a new pool.  I gathered some
up, and brought it back towards Kyle's face.

He looked at me quizzically.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Do what I do," I said.  "Reach behind me and get some of our fuck juice,
then get some of my precum."

He just stared at me.

"Do it!" I whispered.

And he did.  I jumped slightly when I felt his fingers brush my ass to
collect the offering, and jumped again when he brushed the tip of cock to
gather a pearl of precum just forming on the top.

"I want it right from the source," he explained, grinning up at me.

Finally he was ready.  I thought about what I was going to say, and do.  I
took a moment to relish the situation.  Here I was, sitting on my twin
brother's cock (his dick twitched in my ass and I felt a small spurt of
precum as he adjusted himself), the happiest boy in the world.  How could I
tell him how much I love him?  How could I show him?

"Caleb, are you alright man?" His gentle fucking motions had stopped and he
looked up at me with a hint of concern.

I smiled down at him reassuringly.

"I'm fine, Kyle.  I just want you to know that, whatever happens this week
and the rest of our lives, I love you.  I am yours to the fullest extent of
my body, and the depths of my soul.  And you are mine- I mark you as mine.
To share if I want, and if you agree, but mine above all.  I love you."

I took my finger and drew a heart on his forehead, then brought it down to
his lips and brushed them with what was left of the fluid.

He looked stunned at first, then thoughtful, and slowly he smiled up at me.

"I want you to know, Caleb, that whatever happens this week and the rest of
our lives, I love you too.  I'm yours to the fullest extent of my body and
the depths of my soul.  And you are mine- I mark you as mine.  To share if
I want, and you agree, but mine above all.  I love you."

And he took his finger, marked my forehead with a heart, and drew his
finger across my lips.

We both knew what needed to happen next.  Kyle pushed himself up into a
sitting position and wrapped his arms around me.  I stuck my feet out
behind him and clutched onto his shoulders, all the while keeping his dick
buried in my ass.

We pressed our foreheads together, cum heart to cum heart, closed our eyes,
and kissed.

We stayed like that for a while, Kyle slowly humping my ass, our tongues
dancing in each other's mouths, foreheads pressed together.  Finally, I
broke the kiss and looked into my twin brother's eyes.

"Now fuck me," I whispered.  "Fuck me as hard as you can.  Fuck me like
you'll never do it again.  Fuck me like you love me!" I finished, and
shoved him down on his back.  His dick popped out of my ass.  I straddled
his cock, aimed it at my hole, and lowered myself onto it in one long
motion.

"Fuck me!" I growled.

Kyle needed no urging.  I yelped as he thrust his hips up hard, he cock
pushing deep into my bowels and lifting me up.  Before I had time to
adjust, he had pulled back, and my ass followed, slamming down as it met
the base of his cock.  Again he thrusted, and again he dropped.

It was the wildest ride of my life.  I put one hand on his chest and the
other out to the side for balance.  Kyle was fucking me for all he was
worth- straining with effort to pound my ass.  Looking down, I could see
his eyes were closed, his lips apart and curved slightly upward in
pleasure.  His chest felt tight under my hand, and I moved it to tweak
first one and then the other of his hard nipples.

I could see his abdominal muscles rippling and straining to lift me off the
bed, pushing his cock deep into my ass.  Every time he went balls deep he
flared the head of his dick, swelling it inside me and adding to the
pressure on my prostate.  My own dick was bouncing up and down with the
speed of our movement, throwing off waves of precum like snot as it jounced
first one way and then the other.  Ropes of my precum were covering Kyle's
chest.

I couldn't help myself.  The pleasure, the exhilaration were too much.  I
squeezed Kyle's body between my thighs, put both hands on his chest, threw
back my head and laughed.  I love when my brother fucks me.

The sounds of our fucking filled the room.... The wet sploch sploch sploch
as his dick pounded my ass and the sound of my balls hitting his body as I
bounced up and down were music to my ears.... The grunts, groans, moans,
and wails of ecstasy as our identical hot, smooth teen bodies met and
merged in the moonlight spurred us to greater efforts....

Sweat coated Kyle, making holding on difficult, and I could feel beads of
it dripping off forehead and running down my chest.  Kyle reached up from
kneading my ass around his cock to rub my sweaty chest and play with my
abs.  Our sweat turned us silver in the moonlight.

Kyle's breath started to come in ragged gasps.  His thrusts up my boyhole
became wilder and more insistent and his 8 pack was clearly defined as he
used his stomach muscles and ass to clench and thrust ever quicker.  I
could tell he was getting close.

Gritting my teeth against the pleasure, I leaned over my brother's head.  I
could feel a drop of sweat trickling down my forehead and I knew exactly
where I wanted it to end up.  Slowly the bead traced down my forehead, down
the bridge of my nose, and dangled at the tip.  After a particularly hard
thrust from Kyle, it fell off my nose and landed on his lips.

I ducked my head quickly to follow and reached behind me to lift Kyle's ass
and hold his cock buried in my fuck hole.  He gave a grunt of surprise at
the interruption of his rhythm.

"Cum inside me, Kyle," I whispered inches from my sweat on his lips, "blow
your twin seed inside me.  Breed me and make me yours!" I finished with a
pant.  With the final words, I clenched my ass around his dick and milked
for all I was worth.  I ran my tongue over his lips to gather my sweat,
then thrust my tongue down his throat.  That was all it took.

Kyle's balls tightened up around his pole and his load rocketed through to
explode out the tip of his cock deep into my hole.  It felt like white fire
blooming in my ass, liquid white moonlight pouring from his dick deep up my
ass.  The feeling of wet warmth welled inside me and I squeezed harder,
urging more of my brother's twin seed to blanket my insides, wanting more
of his sweet twin teen cum to coat me.

"OH FUCK CALEB, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckÉ" he parted our mouths to
start with a load moan, and trailed away softly.  His eyes fluttered
closed, then open to stare up at mine.

"I'm breeding you, bro, ughÉjust like youÉughÉaskedÉoh god.  Oh fuck!"

I broke eye contact and threw my head up and back, grinding my ass on my
brother's twin dick as he spunked.

"I feel you, Kyle, I feel you deep inside.  Push just a little bit more,
bro," I pleaded.

And he did.  Still in the throws of his own orgasm, he drove one last time
and pushed me over the edge.

"KYLE!" I screamed, and looked down to see sheets of cum explode out of my
dick.  The first wave flew over Kyle's head to land against the headboard,
the second and third landed in his hair, the fourth, fifth, and sixth
covered his eyes and lips before the rest dribbled out to cover his chest
and abs.  He was a sight, soaked in my cum.

We both came down from our highs.  His hips settled to the mattress and
didn't rise again, and I could feel his dick start to soften.  Soon it
would plop out on its own.  I looked down at Kyle and smiled.  The boy was
completely covered in my spunk.  He looked back up at me and smiled while
thick white goo ran down his face.

I reached up to gather some of my cum and ran it over his lips as I leaned
down to kiss him.  "I love you bro," I whispered.

"I love you too, Caleb."

We made out while Kyle's cock softened, and I thoroughly cleaned my cum off
his face with my tongue, bringing it back to his lips so we could share it.
Finally, after I had cleaned his face and done what I could with his hair,
I felt his cock slip out of my ass followed by what felt like a good
portion of his cum.  I broke our kiss to shift my position.

"Now for my favorite part!" he whispered.

"I can never decide which I like better," I said as I swung my right leg
over his body, and got on my knees with my ass to his face and my face to
his abs.... "Eating my cum out of your hot ass...OH FUCKÉeasy, bro," I
warned Kyle, who was lapping his cum out of my ass, "or eating my cum off
your hot stomach!" I finished, running the tip of my tongue over the ridges
of his stomach and suck a load of my own cum into my mouth.

Always the perfectionist, I didn't stop once his stomach and chest were
cleaned.  Craning my neck only slightly, I sucked his cock into my mouth
and began washing his ejaculate and my ass juice off his tool.

"I have no preference, really," he mumbled into my ass, "but I do know one
thing.  This is going to be one hell of a week."

I couldn't agree more.

Engrossed as we were in our fucking and cum eating, neither of us noticed
the pair of small bright eyes that watched us from the slightly ajar
bathroom door, neither of us heard the soft, high moans as somebody jerked
off, or the soft tinkle of cum hitting the tile floor, and neither of us
noticed those small, bright eyes slowly withdraw and swing the door closed
again.


To be continued?  Depending on the response I might continue this or simply
let it stop.  What do you guys think?  Feel free to drop a line to
ersatz345@gmail.com.

EJ