Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2023 23:43:40 +0000 From: aintthatnifty Subject: Sleepover With Double Trouble - 5 Category: Gay Sub-Category: Adult-Youth, Incest Title: Sleepover with Double Trouble - 5 What you are about to read is a work of fiction involving teenagers and an adult male(s). It is a work of pure fantasy but if reading such material is illegal in your region, please do not read further. I welcome any comments you may have after reading this story to aintthatnifty@proton.me. Note also that this is an ongoing series, and it may be more enjoyable to read the earlier chapters first. Finally, please remember to support nifty with your donations. SLEEPOVER WITH DOUBLE TROUBLE -- 5 "What the fuck!" Kevin Barnes bolted up from his slumped position on the end of the modular sofa like he had just received an electrical shock. One minute he had drifted off to slumberland, watching TV with his two friends, Tim and Todd Bowyer. The next minute, he woke up to find his two overnight guests -- twin brothers -- sucking each other in a 69 position on the other end of the sofa. "Tim! Todd!" Todd -- or was it Tim -- lifted his head and turned towards the shocked Kevin. His brother meanwhile didn't move and kept on sucking the little penis feeding him from above. "Hey buddy," Todd whispered. "Stop it!" I hissed at them, lowering my voice for fear of waking my dad upstairs. "Can't," Todd said. "Getting ready to cum. You ready bro?" "Mmmm," emitted Tim on the bottom. "Here it comes, here it comes," Todd sighed lifting his head up while increasing his thrusts into his brother's face below. "Mmmm, mmm, mmm." I looked over, my mouth pretty much on the floor as Tim's little penis started to shoot. Wasting no time, Todd opened up and caught the streams of white liquid in his mouth and then went down, savoring every drop. Both brothers were ejaculating at the same time and were literally eating it up. "That's enough," I said standing up. I didn't want to touch them, but I pulled Todd by the shoulders off his brother below. "Hey man," Todd said. "Hey man nothing," I shot back. "I don't believe this." "Don't believe what?" Tim said tilting his head back at me. "You two are faggots." "Kevin." "And you're doing it here in front of me, in my house?" "Kevin, Kevin, Kevin," Todd said getting comfortable on the couch. "Kevin, Kevin, Kevin," I said back in a mock-sissy voice. "Dude, we're not faggots," Tim said sitting up. I could only laugh at the absurdity of what I had just heard. "Then what the fuck did I just see?" "Kevin, we're brothers." "All the more sick." "Oh Kevin," Tim said shaking his head. "We're twins. We spent nine months in the same womb. We share the same blood. We share the same genes. Us making each other feel good is just the same as you jacking off by yourself." "Oh what a crock," I said. "Brothers, twins or not, don't do what you two were doing. You two are faggots." "Not true," Todd said. "We were just horny from the pot last night at the skating rink and didn't get enough relief from the j.o. session with you and your dad, so we helped each other out." I did not appreciate the gaslighting they were doing. "First thing tomorrow morning," I said standing up and walking towards the stairs. "I want you two out of here." "Our clothes are in the washing machine," Todd reminded me. Too mad to respond, I turned around and bolted up the stairs towards my room. How dare those two little pricks do that in my house, right there in front of me. I should have seen the warning sign when they suggested the jack-off contest with me and dad. I should really have seen the warning sign when one showed dad his asshole and the other had the nerve to cup my dad's balls. Passing by my parents' room, I could hear my dad gently snoring. And then, reaching the door to my room, I stopped myself in my tracks. Tim and Todd were downstairs and there was no way in hell they were staying in my room tonight. But I wondered... Would they have the audacity to slip into my parents' room and try to mess with dad in his sleep? Dad slept like a rock when he was out and both Tim and Todd had gotten a little too weird with him which, I now was beginning to realize, were sexual intentions. I couldn't risk letting that happen, so I did an about face and went inside my parents' room. Dad was sound, sound asleep, flat on his back with his arms and legs spread wide. Good thing it was a king-sized bed. And it was a good thing the house was kind of warm because he had fallen asleep on top of the covers, so I wasn't able to peel them back. It felt a little strange getting into bed like this with him, but I just didn't trust what Tim and Todd might do and there was no way I was going to let any funny business happen. I adjusted myself on mom's side of the bed... and... I... fell...asl... "Kevin." "Kevin." I opened my eyes and there was dad hovering over me. "Hey," I said half awake. "What are you doing here?" he asked. I sat up, looked around, then over at him in all his naked glory next to me. "You must have been sleepwalking," he said. "You haven't done that in years." "Yeah," I said (dishonestly), finally coming to. "I see, you um..." dad said pointing to my crotch. Oh crap. A huge wet spot was noticeably visible on my underwear. I had had a wet dream. "Don't worry son," he said. "It happens. Why don't you go in the bathroom and take a shower. I need to go downstairs and put Tim and Todd's clothes in the dryer." And then, getting up out of the bed, he went over to the chest to get some underwear on before heading out into the hallway. "Hey dad," I said. "Don't you want to put some more clothes on?" "Kevin," he said. "Really, after that little competition last night? It's just us guys here right now. Hey, and on that note, let's not say anything about that again, o.k.?" I nodded and dad disappeared into the hallway while I slowly got up and followed suit. I had really creamed myself good last night and can't believe I slept through it. "Well, good morning sunshine." Oh no. There they were. At the top of the stairs. Tim and Todd. I glared at them and then realized... oh no, I had morning wood. "How did you and daddy sleep last night?" Todd said sarcastically. "Shut up," I whispered, walking over towards the bathroom. "So Kevin," he said following me. "You called Tim and I faggots last night and we wake up to see you coming out of your dad's room this morning." Tim was quick to chime in. "And look bro, he's got a woodie and it's wet down there. Hmmm." "Are you sure that we're the incestuous faggots?" he continued. "Fuck you," I said, slamming the bathroom door behind me and in their faces. I showered quickly then ran into my room to put on some shorts and a t-shirt. I did not want dad alone with those two double-trouble bastards. Downstairs, the three of them were on the modular sofa talking away in just their underwear with dad drinking his morning coffee and the two twins from hell enjoying some orange juice. "Hey Kevin," dad said. "I was talking with Tim and Todd while you were in the shower and what do you say we go shoot some hoops this morning?" "I dunno," I said. "Don't you two have to help your mom today?" I said rather firmly to my now unwanted house guests. "Oh, I think she'll be sleeping in til noon today," Todd quickly replied. "Your mom," dad said. "She's o.k.?" "It's been tough," Tim said, all of a sudden kind of sad. "She's not been the same since dad left us," Todd added. Those two little bastards were trying to pull dad's sympathy strings. And, it was working. "Boys, you know that you're not alone," he said. "I'm there for you, Kevin's here for you. All of us guys in the neighborhood are there for you." Tim and Todd both nodded a thank you and looked as if they were about to cry. And then, the phone rang in the kitchen. "Who the hell is calling at 7:00 on a Saturday morning," dad said getting up to go get it. I sat down opposite Tim and Todd where dad had been sitting and glared at them. As far as I was concerned, the friendship was over. "Did you suck your dad's dick last night?" Todd whispered. I was now steaming inside. "He sure had a stiffie when he came down the steps this morning." "Shut up Todd." "And you had a big stain on your undies that wasn't a piss stain. And you had stiffie too." "You would notice wouldn't you, considering that you're a..." "Don't say it." "Faggot." "Maybe you and your dad should take a look in the mirror." "We are not shooting hoops today," I told them. "As soon as your clothes are dry, you make an excuse and get the hell out of there. We're not talking about last night ever again. Do I make myself clear?" "Oooo," Tim said. "Someone is mad." "Oh man," dad said walking back into the living room. "What's wrong dad?" "Oh nothing. Stanley Walsh is coming over to get some papers for this article he's writing." "Is Brian coming too?" I asked. "No," dad said. "I told him to bring Brian over and we'd all shoot some hoops -- well, not Stanley of course -- but he said Brian was grounded." Tim and Todd looked at each other and giggled. "O.K. guys," dad said looking at the trouble-making twins. I'm going to go see if your clothes are dry." "We'll come with you," Todd said following dad. "Yeah," Tim said right behind him. "Nothing like putting on warm clothes." I didn't want to let dad know that there was tension between Todd, Tim and myself but I also didn't want him alone with them, so I followed and sat down at the top of the steps to the basement as Tim and Todd trotted down following dad. At the end of the stairs, dad stooped down to open the dryer with his butt in the air as he fished around inside the dryer with his hands. Tim and Todd stood behind him with their backs toward me. "Here you go," dad said, standing up with their clothes in hand. "You can get..." He paused upon looking at them. "Dressed." And then backing away from them a bit, he held out their clothes which they took and walked forward. Tim and Todd both turned inward, and I saw for a flash second why dad had suddenly gotten uncomfortable. While he was fishing out their clothes, both of them had pulled their erect little penises out of their underwear and were flashing him. "In the living room," dad said meeting me at the top of the stairs. "I'm going upstairs to put on some clothes," he said. I wanted to go down there and punch them both out. Riiiinnnngggg! Riiiinnnngggg! "Kevin, can you get that?" dad yelled from upstairs. I went to the front door and let in Brian's dad, Stanley, who looked as nervous and uncomfortable as he always did. "Hi Kevin," Mr. Walsh said. "I need to see your father." "Come on in Mr. Walsh," I told him. "Dad's upstairs getting dressed but make yourself at home in the living room. Would you like some coffee?" "Oh yes, that would be great," he said. As we rounded the corner from the foyer into the living room. Tim and Todd, now dressed, raced up the steps and collided with Mr. Walsh. "Heyyy," Mr. Walsh exclaimed. "Oh... hi boys." "Oh," Tim said. "Hellooo Mr. Walsh." "Nice to see you Mr. Walsh," Todd said. Fine I thought. Let them busy themselves with sad-sack Walsh as I went into the kitchen to get his coffee. I heard dad coming down the stairs and he and he and Mr. Walsh greeting each other as I poured a cup of the coffee for Brian's dad and a second one for mine. "Oh boys, are you sure?" dad said as I re-entered the living room with the coffee. "Yeah, we're sorry but we forgot," Tim said. "What's up?" I asked. "We forgot," Todd said. "But Kevin, you're right, we did say we'd help mom clean up the yard today." "Oh, what a shame. Well, we'll have to shoot hoops next time," I said, trying hard to hold back my disdain for them. "Hey Stanley," dad said. "You're on your way to Greenville with these papers. Why don't you drop off Tim and Todd at their house since it's on the way." "Well..." Mr. Walsh said back nervously. "Oh, that would be great Mr. Walsh," Todd said. "It's already so hot outside." And then, dad and Mr. Walsh wrapped up and Mr. Walsh was off with the trouble-making duo, leaving dad and I to enjoy some quality time together, without them, before mom got home in a few hours. "O.K. Kevin," dad said. "Looks like it's just you and me." "I'm o.k. with that," I said back. "So, before we go hit the court, can you run over to the 7-11 and pick up some Gatorades? I noticed we're out. There's money in my wallet by the door." And after I got on some shoes, off I went down the dead-end street where we lived and into the nature trail that went along the little creek which would take me in a few minutes to the back of the 7-11. It was a real time saver rather than having to walk out of the neighborhood and onto the highway. All's well that ends well, I thought to myself. After a rather traumatic night, I was getting nauseous at the thought of Tim and Todd in the house any longer and was glad to have had that change of plans. But, I wondered, what caused them to suddenly say they had to help their mom after all. Tim and Todd may be full of shit, but their mom is an alcoholic depression case and I'm sure she was sleeping in until noon like they said. There was a reason why none of us guys ever had sleepovers at their house. I rounded the corner and crossing over the creek, started down the trail and saw the back of the 7-11. Almost there. And ahead of me, by the side of the 7-11 was a white Oldsmobile that looked just like Mr. Walsh's. I guess he stopped here after dropping off double trouble. To my left before the steps down the hill was an old hut that had been empty all my life. I glanced over, peeking in the window and... oh shit! I thought I had seen it all after last night, but this was definitely not something I expected to ever see. Inside the run-down old hut, Tim and Todd were on all fours, pants off, with their faces down and their rear ends in the air. Mr. Walsh was behind them with his face between one of the twin's buttocks and looking closer, he had his pants down and was stroking his very erect penis. I wanted to turn around, but I was temporarily paralyzed with shock. "You like that ass?" I could hear Todd say. "Oh yes," Mr. Walsh said muffled. "It's so sweet." Mr. Walsh moved over to lick Tim's asshole and I saw and heard the twins both moan and sign with pleasure. Mr. Walsh was now showing a side to himself I never expected. He was grunting like an animal moving back and forth to rim Tim and Todd who were pushing their rears back into his face and reaching over to kiss each other. Now I know why there was so much tension at the skating rink between them and Brian. Wow, just wow. And that my horny friends is the fifth installment of the adventures of Tim and Todd Bowyer, the double, trouble-making twins. I welcome any comments you may have. aintthatnifty@proton.me