Date: Sun, 09 May 2021 00:42:03 +0000
From: Joshua Draken <JoshuaDraken@protonmail.com>
Subject: Twins Get Free Pizza - chapter 7

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Chapter 7 - Revelations
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Some time later in the night, I wake to the insistence of a full bladder.
Connor and Callum, my favorite naked 12-year-old twins - ok, the only
naked 12-year-old twins I know so they might as well be my favorites -
are laying next to me on the hide-a-bed. Connor is spread-eagle on his
stomach, one arm draped lightly over my lower leg. My hand is still
between his legs but my finger is no longer in his butt hole. He must
have scooted down the bed a bit while sleeping - a finger in the ass
isn't the most comfortable why to sleep, I imagine.

Callum, on the other side, has spooned tighter to my body. He's slid one
arm under my leg and the other over the top. He is embracing my thigh,
his face pressed against my shin. I see a lovely little bit of boy drool
trailing from the corner of his young mouth across my skin. His leg, and
the reason my bladder is complaining, is draped across my belly and
pressing down on my bladder. My middle finger is still very much inside
this boy. I wiggle my finger back and forth and Callum twitches.
Regretfully, I begin to slide my finger out of his wonderful ass, but the
boy presses back against my removal with his whole body. He is moving in
his sleep to keep my finger in his ass. I guess he really likes the full
feeling of having my digit inside him. Well, I agree it is very nice. I'd
leave it there, but walking down the hall to use the toilet would be
difficult with a young boy impaled on my middle finger.

I move his leg, reach over and peel his arms off my leg at the same time
I pull my finger out of his ass. If I didn't have to pee so bad, I'd stay
right where I am. Granted, the thought of turning myself into a pee
fountain and letting go right where I lay, did occur to me. But I don't
want to have to explain why I pissed on the bed - and both boys - to
their father once he gets home.

There is some anxiety at the thought of Mr. Carter coming home. He didn't
say when he would be coming home, and the thought of him catching he
naked in bed with his twin sons causes me to move a little bit quicker. I
know that he will get some at some point, and I have no idea what time it
is. I don't want to ruin the perfect day with a parent's outrage at
finding their sons molested by the sitter. I don't think telling him that
they started it would get me anywhere. Adults typically deny that preteen
boys have sexual urges. It's as if men get old and completely forget how
much they wanted to fuck anything that moved when they were twelve.

I finally extricate myself from the boy love nest - fuck, they are so
gorgeous! I gently pull a blanket over the top of both boys before
tottering down the hall towards the bathroom. I feel air moving across my
wet finger. I lift it, the one I just pulled out of Callum's ass, to my
nose and inhale. The smell is divine. It is a warm musky scent. It is
Callum's scent, from the inside. I pop the finger into my mouth to suck
on while I open the door to the bathroom. Coney is already stiff with the
need to pee, but I know that tasting Callum's insides off my finger won't
make him go down anytime soon. Reluctantly, I pull the finger out of my
mouth and go back to worrying about when Mr. Carter will get home.
Anxiety does the trick. I am peeing in no time at all. My overfull
bladder - which also includes the contents of the two boy bladders I
swallowed - releases in a rushing torrent. I groan with relief.

Since the boys are sleeping soundly, I decide to take a shower. I don't
want Mr. Carter to smell the finger-fucking I just gave his two boys -
who proceeded to come all over me after I drank their urine, watched a
fuck-me haka, got sucked off, and licked up boy cum from the floor - even
if that is what just happened. Not to mention coming on myself twice. I
am positively rife with the pungent scent of sex. I don't mind in the
least, but their dad might not agree with my new cologne: eau-de-boy-cum.

I get hard in the shower while wondering if I could shower with Connor
and Callum. They would be extra gorgeous slicked with water. I would love
to scrub their boy bits. In fact, I love everything about those boys. I
am completely smitten. They could ask me to do almost anything - and I
would. Well, I think to myself, not quite anything. I would not
considering harming either of them or doing anything they didn't want me
to do to them. I don't think they are mean-spirited, so I probably don't
have to worry that they would become despotic dictators and rule a small
island nation with fear and degradation.

I finish showering and towel off. I see that it is 2:30am on the
microwave in the kitchen. I grab my discarded clothes, my briefs and
pants moist with the come loads I put in them while watching the boys
perform. I drape them across the chairs at the dining table. I pull the
towel off my shoulder and wrap it around my waist. I figure I can tell
Mr. Carter that I had an accident with the pop and got my pants wet. It's
lame, but I can't think of a better lie. I figure I have a few hours
before he comes home. I'll be sure to get dressed before 5am. Of course,
I have no way of explaining why the boys are naked. I guess I could wake
them up and get them to their bedroom before their dad comes home. That
is the best idea I can come up with and so I head over to the hide-a-bed
to put the plan into action.

Connor rolled over and pulled the blanket around him, leaving Callum
completely exposed. The boy is curled up and looks cold. There is another
blanket draped over the back of the bed. I pick it up, unfold it, and
gently tuck it around Callum's naked body. I smooth down his hair and
lean over to kiss him lightly on the head. Next, I move to Connor and
kiss him as well. I am in love with these boys. I sit down on the edge of
the bed and run a hand down Connor's covered form. There is a wide and
unbelieving smile on my face.

"So, did you and the boys get along well?" a voice asks from out of the
darkness.

I stand up like a bolt, the towel drops to my feet, fear and dread
filling me. Mr. Carter is home! How much did he see? I look all around,
but I don't see him. I do see my briefs and pants on the chairs and start
towards them. The closet door by the front entry closes and now I can see
Mr. Carter completely. He is standing on the other side of the kitchen
table - my clothes are between us. I freeze.

"Oh, uh..." Mr. Carter stares at me for a second. I see his eyes widen at
seeing me naked. He spins around quickly. "Sorry about that," he says.
"Why don't you get dressed and meet me upstairs." He heads for the
stairs, pointedly not looking at me.

I zip over to my clothes and frantically pull on my shirt. My briefs are
still damp so I set them aside. I pull on my jeans, socks and shoes. I
shove my cum damp briefs in my jeans pocket. I glance towards the boys
and am grateful that the back of the couch blocks them from being seen
from the entry hall. Mr. Carter probably didn't see them. But if he
decides to check on the boys upstairs, he'll find them missing.

"Uh, Josh?" Mr. Carter calls from upstairs. "What have you done with my
sons?"

"Mr. Carter? Uh, they are sleeping on the hide-a-bed," I call up the
stairs. He comes to the top of the stairs. "We watched Godzilla vs Kong,
and they fell asleep after the movie. I didn't want to move them."

Mr. Carter turns, flips on a light in the upstairs bathroom (if the
layout is the same as my house, then it is the bathroom), and looks
around. His eyes rest on something on the floor - or at least that's what
I think but my perspective from downstairs isn't great. He turns towards
the stairs with a concerned look on his face. "Josh, why were you
standing naked by the hide-a-bed?" He asks as he comes down the stairs.

"I just took a shower...I hope that's okay...I was wearing a towel...you
scared me when you came in...but I wasn't naked...not completely." I
stammer as Mr. Carter walks past me towards the bed.

He stops at the side of the bed, reaches down and lifts the edge of the
blanket over Connor. He puts it back down gently, then does the same with
Callum. He sinks down to sit beside his sleeping son on the bed. I walk
to the edge of the bed where the towel is next to Connor and pick it up.
I am desperately trying to figure out how to keep Mr. Carter from getting
the wrong impression about me and figuring out what I was doing with his
boys. I am terrified.

"Here's the towel, see?" I hold it out.

"Have a seat Josh. We need to talk."

I step back to the recliner behind me and sink down. I am still clutching
the towel. I feel the tears in my eyes. This is probably the last time I
will ever see the boys. There is a pain in my chest, deep and sharp. It
is the same feeling I had the day Jacob went away. It is heartbreak. I'm
not as worried about what the boys and I did - I am scared beyond belief
that I will never see them again. I've fallen in love with them.

"Mr. Carter, I can explain," I plead. "Please let me explain."

"Stop," he commands sharply, "calling me Mr. Carter! I feel so fucking
old whenever someone your age says that. My name is Joseph. You can call
me Joe."

I am confused. That is not at all what I was expecting him to say. Callum
stirs and opens his eyes.

"Daddy! You're home," he exclaims in his sleepy boy voice. He scoots over
till he is nestled in his father's arms. The blanket slides to the side
and his naked body is revealed. Joe grabs the blanket and pulls it gently
around his son. It is clear from his movements that he loves the boy - he
is so gentle and kind. He holds the boy close and bends over to kiss him
on the head.

For a brief moment, I am jealous of Callum. I wish my father were as
gentle and loving as his is. As if on cue, Connor wakes as well. He spies
his dad and smiles. He sits up on his knees, the blanket falls away, and
he stretches with his whole body. It is like watching a cat stretch -
Connor elongates and groans. With the blanket on the bed, I am staring at
his young naked body. He spreads his arms wide, the skin across his chest
and belly goes taut. He arches his back and leans so that his pelvis
thrusts forward. His young hairless dick bobs enticingly above his
immature ball sack. His long slender arms, hairless pits, and bright pink
nipples call to me. I love the sight. He is gorgeous.

Remembering his dad is in the room, I guiltily look to him, expecting him
to be glaring at me for ogling his naked son. He isn't watching me, he is
watching Connor and there is a smile on his face. It is the look of a
loving father. I am doubly jealous. My father, if he caught me naked at
any time, would yell and shout at me. He was never gentle or tolerant -
always distant and angry. I wanted his affection so much, but he always
pushed me away - sometimes physically. I learned from a young age that I
would never get a hug from my dad, he would never hold me, and he didn't
want me sitting next to him. In fact, he treated my mom the same way -
very distant and angry.

Connor looks from his dad to me. He crawls off the bed towards me, grabs
the blanket, wraps it around his naked body, then proceeds to climb into
my lap as I am sitting in the recliner. I don't move at all. I am
staring, wide eyed, at his dad. I expect him to blow up, shout at Connor
or me, and make a big scene. He isn't. Connor settles himself on me
regardless of my lack of assistance. He pulls one of my arms around his
shoulder and nestles against my chest. He tucks his head right under my
chin and I lean my nose down to breathe in his scent. I brush my lips
across his blond hair and nuzzle him. Guiltily, I look up to see his
dad's eyes on me. He is not angry. He is smiling and there is a tear at
the edge of his eye. I watch in amazement as it falls down his cheek. He
is crying...but smiling.

As I stare, dumbfounded, I see Callum reach his arm over to grab his
dad's hand and drag it off his hip and onto his crotch. Callum pulls the
blanket aside enough to guide his father's hand right to his young penis.
Once his dad's hand is on his dick, the boy relaxes. I see Joe start to
fondle his son, stroking his little dick with his large fingers. The boy
moans contentedly. Joe acts naturally, as if fondling his 12-year-old
son's penis is the most normal thing to do. Connor sees his brother and
dad, then he reaches over to grab my hand and guide it to his young
penis. Very soon I feel the soft silky skin of a young boy penis touching
my fingers. I begin to explore and stroke the young shaft gently,
lovingly - just like I see his dad is doing to his twin brother. I am
stunned.

Connor begins to harden with my fondling. I feel his little penis fill
with blood and stiffen. It is a wonderful feeling - having a young boy's
erection come to life in my hand. Quickly, he is fully aroused and I am
stroking his boy nail lightly. He is still nestled against me making
contented sleepy boy sounds. I pull the foreskin off his dick and run my
finger around the sensitive tip of his glans. Then I pull the skin back
up and explore the softness of his shaft, his pubis, and his ballsack.
The skin on his sack is so soft it feels almost frictionless - like I am
stroking air. I feel around gently for his young balls and lightly fiddle
with them, weighing him in my palm. This boy's skin is so amazing. I love
every inch of him. He absently spreads his legs a little, giving me
access to his taint and his tight boy hole. I slide a finger back to his
hole and feel that it has closed up nicely - young sphincters are so
elastic.

"I was worried when I left," Joe says. "That things would go poorly
between you and my boys. I see that I needn't have worried." Joe looks
down at Callum contentedly laying in his lap getting his dick stroked.
The boy looks so peaceful and calm. When Joe stops stroking Callum's dick
the boy wiggles his hips until his father continues. "This was the only
way I could get them to sleep when they were babies," he says
offhandedly. "Once they discovered the good feeling from someone stroking
their dinks, they wouldn't ever let me not do it. That was one of the
reasons their mother separated from me - not the only reason, but it was
one of them. She couldn't handle me encouraging my sons to be okay with
their bodies and the pleasure of touching themselves - or having someone
else touch them. I see that you are under their spell too."

"Yep," says Connor. "He's family now."

"We adopted him," says Callum. "We danced for him."

"Oh really? You got to see the naked haka?" Joe asks.

I nod.

"Wow. I'd be honored if I were you. To my knowledge, you are the first
person they've shown it to."

"Lots of people have seen it, daddy."

"We did a video of it and it got the most votes ever on boy coin."

"Ah, well you know my feeling about that app. I don't approve of
exploitation."

"But dad..."

"I know, I won't forbid you to use it. But know that I worry about you
two. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Especially now that you
will be living here all the time."

Connor sits up but clamps his hand over mine so I can't let go of his
dick. "We will?" There is hope in his voice.

"Yes, your mom isn't going to be leaving the hospital again for a long
time. You will have to live here now."

"Is she okay?" Callum asks.

"Yes, well, sort of. Her seizures are really bad now - you saw that last
one so you know. We will go visit often, but you can't live with her
anymore."

Connor leans back against me and whispers, "Faster." I take the hint and
start to quicken my pace on his boy nail. I've returned to focus
completely on his dick, jacking him off. He loves it.

Joe picks up the pace on Callum and both boys are mewling with delight.

"Are you in love with my sons, Josh?"

The question catches me off guard, and I stop moving my hand.

"Don't stop!" Connor demands and I resume rubbing his penis. I have it
between my thumb and two fingers - rising and falling on his shaft -
pulling his foreskin up and down his hard length. I speed up my pace and
Connor mashes his face into my chest moaning. "Don't...stop..." he pants.

"They'll go on like this for a while," Joe says. "Hope you don't mind
talking while jacking off my son. But the question remains: do you love
my boys?"

"Fuck yeah! Uh, I mean, yes, I do. They are amazing. So gorgeous,
intense, and alive. I've never been around boys so comfortable in their
own skin...and such amazing skin it is." I slide my other hand over
Connor's nipple and pinch it lightly.

"Yeah, I thought that was the case," Joe says. "As you can see, I don't
make a big deal of allowing the boys what they want - as long as they
want it. I won't put up with anyone forcing them to do anything they
don't want to do. I see the love in your eyes and in your touch. You are
a true boy lover. If you were only in this for yourself, you'd be making
my boys please you. But you aren't. You are pleasuring them. I suspect
that is how most of the evening went. Oh, I'm sure you enjoyed yourself,
but it was only as a result of giving them pleasure. That's why I am not
worried about you being intimate with my sons."

He is stroking Callum quicker now, matching my pace on his other son's
penis. Both boys are leaning back against us with their legs apart,
enjoying the sensation of being jacked off by dad and sitter at the same
time.

"But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about," Joe continues. He
pauses and we continue jacking the boys in the silence - well, both boys
are moaning and twitching so it really isn't silent. I think to myself:
did he just give me permission to be intimate with his boys? I mean, we
are already doing that, but still. He's okay with it. Wow.

Jacking the boys is now a race in my mind. I want to see if I can get
Connor to come before Callum does. I speed up my strokes. I slide my free
hand down his body to stroke the skin between his legs and push at his
taint.

"I don't know how else to say this," he is bringing Callum closer to
orgasm. Joe is clearly much more experienced at giving the boys what they
want. He knows exactly how his sons want to be stroked to bring them off.
He's done this a lot more than I have. I have much to learn. I look at
his hand and see him do something with his fingers every time he brings
them up Callum's young shaft. The boy loves it. Just as I am getting to
the point of thinking Connor is close to coming, I hear Callum gasp and
see a jet of boy juice leap out of his boy nail. He coats his father's
hand with his young come. Joe slows his pace and eases off Callum as the
boy comes down from his orgasm. The boy contentedly goes back to laying
against his dad, a smile on his face.

I speed up on Connor and slide my finger back to his hole. I push against
his entrance and he spreads his legs farther apart to allow me easier
access. I push the head of my finger into his body and wiggle it back and
forth.

"You are also my son, Josh," Joe says. "I had an affair with your mother
18 years ago, and you were the result."

What the fuck?!

Then, in a quick second, it all clicks together in my mind. Everything
about my life is explained by that one statement. Mr. Carter is my
father. My father knew about the affair and hated me for it. He hated my
mother, but could not divorce her because she made the money. That was
why all the good memories from my childhood included Mr. Carter. That
explained why he was so nice to me. Why he comforted me when my dad
didn't. Why he understood when Jacob was taken away. It explains it all.

Another thought rockets through my head - Callum and Connor are my
brothers! Well, half-brothers but still brothers. I am jacking off my
younger brother! I am blown away by the thought - and it makes me even
more aroused than I already was. Coney is straining hard against my
pants. I push my finger into my younger brother's ass as I stroke his
young dick. One final stroke and Connor's whole body tightens up then
releases in a boygasm. His penis spits his young seed across my shirt and
hand. I stroke him again and another squirt of boy juice launches across
my fingers. I've made my young brother come! He comes down from his
orgasm and settles against me.

I raise the come soaked hand to my face and stare at his young juice. We
are brothers. I start to lick it off my fingers, tasting Connor in a
whole new way.

"I'm your son," I say simply after I have cleaned all Connor's young seed
off my fingers.

Joe nods.

"I think I always knew it deep inside. I remember wishing you were my
father. But now you really are."

"Wait!" Callum sits bolt upright in front of his dad. "Josh is our
brother?"

"Yep," Joe says. "Is that okay?"

"Fuck, yeah!" Connor yells and throws his arms around my neck in a big
hug. Callum rushes over to pile on me too. Both naked boys are hugging
me. Now I am crying.

"I've always wanted little brothers."

"We've always wanted a big brother," Connor says.

"Now Josh can be with us all the time!" Callum says.

My heart is bursting with joy. I've gained a father, two brothers, and
peace of mind - all in one come soaked morning. I pull the boys close and
hug them tightly. I never want to let go.
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End of chapter 7