Date: Sun, 13 Dec 2015 09:23:15 +0000
From: Bill Brightson <billbrightson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Twin Exploration

My name is Bill Brightson. This happened about 25 years ago.  I was 19 at
the start of this story.


This story is about my twin sons. May wife died giving birth to them.  She
developed a problem in the last month of the pregnancy and gave birth but
died that day.


I had wanted to kill myself. But my mom reminded me that I now had two
sons. So my parents helped me raise them till they were like 8 years
old. So did my brother those first 8 years. He got married during that time
too. So everything changed again when he moved out. I then got a new job
half way across the country and moved with my boys.


It was when they were 10 years old that they came home from school and
started to ask questions. I worked from home most days. The job was
changing and so I was going to move back with my parents.


I could always tell them apart. They don't know how I do it. I won't tell.
Anyway the boys wanted to know about somethings sexual. I had never lied to
them so I said ask away.

     "Where do babies come from," asked Billy? (named after me)

     "What is intercourse," asked Bobby? (named after my dad)

Wow Ok so here comes the sex talk. Turns out they had learned stuff in
school. I had told them the basic about boys and girls being different. But
this had been full blown sex stuff.

         "OK boys let do this...."  I told them all about what it was. They
asked a lot of questions and stuff. I answered it all.

          "Thanks Dad. We knew you'd really tell us whatever we asked,"
said Billy.

          "So you put your penis in mom 11 years ago," asked Bobby?


I smiled and told them both yes. She was wonderful and so was the sex with
her. I told them.


They had never worn clothes to bed so that was the same that night. What
was different was their activity. I went to say good night. And they were
arguing over who had a better erection. Then they tried to get me to side
with either of them.

          "Boys you're identical. Everything about you is the same."

         "So if we masterbash its the same," asked Bobby?

          "Yes, and its called masturbate."

          "Do you do it dad," asked Billy?

           "Yes sometimes. But often I go to Wendy's home and have sex with
her."

            "That's cool on both dad." Said both boys.

I kissed both goodnight and left them after telling them not to stay up all
night.


I was trying to sleep when I heard noises from their room. They never
closed their door to their room. This night was no different. So as I got
to their room I was shocked but I didn't act like it. They were jerking
each other off.

              "That was good," said Bobby.

              "Yeah lets do it again," said Billy.

I stood there stunned. I couldn't move as my sons did each others meat. They
did it three times.  The one would go fast and the one would do the same
thing.

              "That was good keep going," said Billy.

               "No problem there, you keep going too," said Bobby.

There small hands grabbed each others meat perfectly as they stroked
away. They stopped and looked up.

               "Hi dad."

                "Did we do it right dad?"

I just nodded my head yes. My meat was like a baseball bat. They both
smiled and started in on it again. The room was filled with their sounds of
pure pleasure.


I went to my room and shot off a load. I felt guilty afterwards. I was
turned on my sons jerking each other. I remembered how Barry, my younger
brother by a year, did the same thing.


They never hid their activity from me. I just counted it as natural. My
younger brother by a year and I did the same stuff. My parents never
cared. He married his childhood sweetheart and has a bunch of kids back
home near my parents. I had hated moving two years ago away from them
all. Now it seemed that we were moving back.


The boys did what boys do. I just smiled and thought nothing of it. I
didn't want them to think that I thought exploring and doing sexually stuff
was wrong. After all I did with my brother even when we were adults. The
only reason Barry and I didn't do it now was he was to far away. We talked
on the phone all the time. The subject always came up that we wished we
still could. The last time I talked to him I had told him we would be
moving back soon. He mentioned it again how great it would be to fool
around sexually again.


I guess if you want to tell me what you think....

billbrightson@hotmail.com