Date: Fri, 8 Nov 2013 14:49:43 +0100 (CET)
From: Patrick Summers <p.summers@web.de>
Subject: Frey, Inseminated part 1

A/N: This is set in the universe I created for my story "Impregnating
Robby". If you're interested in more background info about the world and
don't want to read that first, check the end of this story for a quick
overview.



The first sign was when Weston began to sniff the air, a slight frown on
his face. The eleven-year-old was currently sitting on the couch and
watching the Disney channel.  He'd never been a fan of the pinkish cartoon
characters currently dancing across the screen, so he didn't hesitate in
getting up and investigating.

He tiptoed around the dark house, grinning as he pretended to be a burglar
with malicious intent. He'd just learned about that a few days ago when
he'd sneaked a few episodes of Law and Order into his allotted TV time.

For some kids, it would have been a disaster when their parents got a
divorce, but Weston quite liked the freedom it awarded him. His Dad had
left only a few weeks ago, but already, he, his Mom and his twin brother
Frey had settled into a nice routine.

As their Mom had to work a lot more, he and Frey spent much of their free
time together at home. With nobody to watch them - they didn't have
grandparents anymore and a babysitter was too expensive - they sort of
fended for themselves a lot.

It worked out well, though, with Frey being the domestic type who actually
enjoyed cooking and puttering around the kitchen, while Weston took care of
the laundry and the grocery shopping. They complimented each other and for
all that they were twins, they normally didn't see eye to eye in a lot of
things.

Where Weston was outgoing and adventurous, Frey was quiet and more
reserved, a nerd who liked to read more that running around the woods
surrounding their house.  Still, they had some things in common. They loved
each other like crazy and for them, the other one always came first.

So it didn't even occur to the boys to complain when they were left to
their own devices more and more. In fact, they sort of preferred it.

Weston cursed softly as he almost tripped over Major, who was lying in the
middle of the dark hallway, right in front of Frey's room. "Bad dog," he
whispered, scowling at the huge Lab.

Soft sounds made him stop and as he sniffed again, he could have sworn that
the delicious smell was coming from his brother's room. Would be like him
to keep something that smelled so good all to himself.

With a frown, Weston shoved the door wide open, storming inside,
accusations already forming on his lips - only to slam to a sudden halt.

Frey was in his room alright, and more precisely, lying on his bed with
this pajama pants around his ankles. That peculiar, mouthwatering smell was
very intense now, and it seemed to come directly from his brother! His
brother, who had two fingers shoved up his ass, moving them rapidly with
wet sounds that seemed to cast a spell on Weston as he stood there, frozen
in place.

"Wes!" Frey gasped, moaning a little as he pulled his fingers rapidly from
his glistening hole and sat up.

Weston swallowed hard, unable to look away, even as Frey stared at him with
wide, frightened eyes. There was a tingle in his dick, a sort of ache that
prompted him to put a hand on it. Startled, his gaze flew down, the
hardness still a shock, even as frequently as it happened now. He'd noticed
right away how good it felt to touch himself there, but it was nothing
compared to what watching his brother was making him feel now.

"Feels nice, huh?" Frey's voice was quiet, and he sounded strange. With a
start, Weston realized that his brother was trying to be seductive -
another word he'd learned from TV.  Even more shocking was that it seemed
to be working.

The ache in his dick grew stronger as he filled his lungs with that smell
and when he involuntary stepped closer to the bed, Frey slumped back down
on it, spreading his legs a little more. His dick was hard as well, but
Weston barely spared it a glance. His gaze was drawn to that dark, puckered
hole, his mouth watering as a trickle of something slick came out of it.

"It burns, in there," Frey breathed, slowly slipping his index finger back
inside. Weston forgot how to breathe, his whole being reduced to that dull
throb in his dick and the way his brother smelled so damn good.

"Maybe," he babbled, absently palming his aching dick. "Maybe I can help
with, uh, that?"

The smile Frey gave him was nothing short of brilliant. "Oh, yes, please!"

Suddenly, Weston wasn't himself anymore. He could feel something else,
something primal taking over and in a heartbeat, he was on the bed,
covering his brother's slighter body with his own.

With one hand he shoved down his pants while with the other he pushed
Frey's legs open, settling between them. He wasn't really sure what was
going on, was only aware of a deep-seated burn in him that had him tremble
in sudden need.

Underneath him, Frey uttered tiny sounds that spurred Weston on even more
and before he even had the chance to actually think about what they were
doing, he was pushing his hard dick forward blindly, some sort of instinct
driving him to seek entrance.

Frey seemed to be on the same page, wriggling around on the bed
impatiently.

He didn't find the hole right away, stabbed around it a few times until he
growled in frustration and Frey guided him to the right spot with his hand.

When he finally pressed in, breaching that puckered, slick hole, Frey
flinched. Weston would have liked to stop, to make sure that his brother
was okay, but the tight heat surrounding his dick already felt too good and
he was too far gone.

Driven by instinct, Weston pulled back and snapped his hips forward. He
groaned at the feeling, doing it again and again, faster and harder until
he was hunching into his brother in quick, short strokes that drew pained
squeaks from Frey's trembling form, but Weston couldn't slow down.

Faster and harder he hammered into that soft, slick hole, feeling something
grow inside of him, a burning urgency that had him huff out panted
groans. "Yeah," Weston moaned, squeezing his eyes closed as *something*
threatened to burst out of him. His dick and balls felt heavy and a
tingling sensation was spreading out from his lower back. "Yeah, yeah. Uh,
yeah!"

It was almost too good. Almost.

As the intensity grew and grew, Weston chased after it, needing more
friction and so he humped even harder into Frey, who was taking it with
mewling sounds of pained ecstasy. Finally Weston cried out as a wave of
heat went through him and he pushed his dick in deep as wetness burst from
his dick in pulses of pure pleasure.

Frey shrieked underneath him and even in the midst of this ecstatic
feeling, Weston couldn't ignore that. He tried to pull back, to move off
his brother, but Frey made a protesting sound and tightened his legs around
his waist to keep him there.

Still buried deep, Weston moaned through the last weak spurts and then just
rested there, breathing heavily as he came down from the high. Frey had
calmed down as well, only faint shudders running through him.

As a stronger one made him grimace, Weston looked at his brother. "Are you
okay?" He blushed. "Do you want me to, uh, you know, pull out?"

"Yeah," Frey answered, sounding distracted. He jerked when Westin slipped
free, white goo dripping from his swollen hole. "Uh, ow. Damn, I think you
did something in there."

Weston panicked. "What? Oh god, did I hurt you?" Shaking off the weird
lassitude that had overcome him, he peered down at Frey's little opening,
trying to see if he had done any damage there.

It was only because he was this close, that he noticed it.

Frey had always been the slighter of the two of them. They were fraternal
twins, not identical ones, but they looked so much alike that most people
thought they were. But Frey was smaller and leaner than Weston, his facial
structure a little more delicate.

So because Weston had his face up close to Frey's lower body, he could
clearly see the faint convulsions going through it. His brother moved
restlessly in discomfort, and then he jerked and his belly expanded. Just
the tiniest bit, but it was noticeable enough that Weston laid a hand on
it.

He gasped at the heat he felt there, and pressed a little against the tight
skin. At that, Frey moaned and twitched again, before settling down and
letting out a long sigh. "'s better now," he murmured, sounding sleepy.

Frowning, Weston noticed that the heat was subsiding, but the slight swell
was still there. For some reason, he was reluctant to take his hand off of
it, so he crawled up on the bed without ever letting go and maneuvered Frey
into his arms so that he could cup his brother's belly.

He never stopped to think about any of it, was just glad that Frey seemed
to be okay and enjoyed the afterglow of what they'd done.

"You're still hard," he mentioned sometime later, pulling his brother more
firmly into his arms. It wasn't unusual for them to sleep in the same bed,
although it had been years since they'd held each other like this. Weston
liked it a lot.

Frey snuggled into him contentedly. "It's alright, feels sorta nice."

Weston frowned. Whenever he was hard down there, it never felt nice unless
he did something about it. "You sure?"

Frey nodded, shifting so that he could lay his hand on top of Weston's, the
both of them holding his tummy. "Yeah," he answered softly.

On impulse, Weston gently began to move his palm, giving his brother a
soft, gentle massage, pressing the tiniest bit into the tiny hard bulge
there. Frey's breath hitched and he let out a quiet moan. Weston kept up
the movement, never touching his brother's dick, and still, only a few
moments later, Frey gasped and his dick jumped, a tiny bit of clear fluid
spilling from the tip.

"Oh," he breathed. "That was- uh. Was good." A moment later, his breathing
evened out and he was fast asleep. Smiling a little, feeling like he'd
accomplished something, Weston closed his eyes and followed his brother
into sleep.

* * *


Unbeknownst to them, the brothers sealed their fate that night.

As they slept on, totally oblivious, Frey's newly fertile womb accepted the
fertilized egg, helping it settle with a few more slight cramps that didn't
do more then bring a slight frown to Frey's forehead.

And as the tiny bundle of cells proliferated and grew, it suddenly split in
half once more and stayed that way, building two separate entities inside
the barely eleven year old.

That night, as the twins lay curled around each other, Frey got pregnant
from his brother and they had no idea about it.




TBC





Additional infos:


In this alternate universe, a small percentage of men can get
pregnant. They're called Breeders, and sometime during their pre-teen years
they undergo the so-called Transition. It's when their bodies change to
accommodate a child. They stay fully male, but a part of their colon veers
off into a womb.

Sometime after the Transition, they experience their first cycle, which
means that they are fertile for the first time. During that, Breeders
produce a kind of natural lubrication that is saturated with pheromones,
making it almost impossible for men to resist the scent.

No matter how old the Breeder is, it is imperative that they are
impregnated during this first cycle, so that their brain chemistry can
develop right. As these are extraordinary circumstances, Breeders have a
choice to keep the resulting child, give it up for adoption, or get rid of
it.

The Breeder Centre is an organization that takes care of any Breeder and
helps them out if there are any problems.



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