Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2024 01:52:01 +0000 (UTC) From: D J Subject: Between Us Between Us Authors note: This story is a work of fiction, and the characters in it are not real persons. The physical birth difference described has probably occurred, somewhere or sometime. I haven't found this documented. If you have, please educate me, I would be grateful. This work is copyrighted by Sahypo in 2024 and all rights are reserved. I hope you like it, and I appreciate all comments, praise, complaints, death threats or offers of marriage. Send them to dj92570j@yahoo.com Please donate to Nifty if you like the stories; your contributions provide support for this place and keeps it going. Sahypo Mom was yelling up the stairs at me. I was in my room finishing up homework in my underwear after dinner, getting ready to take my shower before bed. "Martin, you want a job Friday night?" "Who for?" I wondered. I had been getting enough requests to watch kids, or "babysitting" to call it a business. I didn't really watch babies...yuck, too much work. I guess the cards I left with each family when I sat for them were getting circulated. I was able to pick and choose the ones I wanted to take on, and set my rates. Not bad... "Do you know a Mrs. Erlanger?" "I don't think so, no" "She needs a sitter for her ten-year-old twin boys Friday night" By this time, she had come up the stairs and stood in the door to my room. I had the second floor to myself, a room with dormer windows which was totally cool, and my own bathroom "Now, Honey, she did say that she can't keep sitters, so I'm not sure what that's all about." "Um, do they like, run for their lives or are they just not available when she calls them again?" I wondered. "Sounds like the second one from what she said. Here's her number if you want to call her." "Okay, thanks." "Good night, love you" she said as she turned to go back downstairs. "Love you, too, Mom." I replied and stood up and slipped my underwear off. I stepped into my bathroom and looked in the mirror. I guess I'm pretty average, about five feet six, a hundred and twenty pounds. I have brown hair and blue eyes and an average build, but I do look younger than I am. I'm kind of nerdy I guess, and always on the honor roll at school. I don't play sports and girls don't interest me. I'm not sure if I'm gay, though I do think about messing around sometimes with a friend or two, which is actually how many I have. I'm not popular, whatever that means... I am glad that Mom and Dad didn't believe in circumcision. My four and half inch erect cock isn't even average if you look it up on the internet, but the foreskin makes it look bigger, and feels fantastic. I keep it busy several times a day. I hope it keeps growing, I just turned 16 after all. I turned the shower on and waited for it to warm up, then stood inside and felt my dick get hard. It is used to my bedtime routine, and I started to stroke, making my skin slip back and forth over my purplish acorn. It took me only two minutes to shoot my load on the shower wall, pretty normal for me. I've shaved my pubes since they began to come in three years ago, so I touched up with a razor before I shampooed my hair and soaped up. My balls are kinda big, I guess. They are bigger than my cousin's, he's a year younger than me, but his dick is way bigger, like six inches and cut. I saw it when he stayed one time for a weekend last year. I have no hair on my bag to shave. After I got out and dried off, I lay on my bed and called this Mrs. Erlanger. "Hello?" "Mrs. Erlanger, my name is Martin. I hear you are looking for a sitter for Friday?" "Martin! You'll do it? Great! Oh, thank you so much!" Hmmm...I didn't say yes yet, and what's up with the desperation? I felt like she was hiding something...Okay, maybe my rate will scare her off. "Um, I charge..." I began, but was cut off. "Is three hundred enough? For eight hours...Two boys." Uh, yeah...I guess my rate is not going to scare her off... "Er, yes, Ma'am, that's fine...Uh, mom said you had trouble getting sitters...I'm curious, what happened with the other ones?" "I'm not sure, Martin. I know I'm going to sound like every mother who says their children are complete angels, and I do know that Robbie and Ronnie can get in trouble like any other boys, but honestly, they aren't wild or disobedient or disrespectful or anything like that. Those other sitters would tell you that, but I can't get them to answer my calls or even text me back." How would she know what those other sitters would say about her boys if she can't get in touch with them? Well, hell. The worst thing that could happen is I would end up being another sitter that wouldn't watch her boys again. And...three hundred bucks is three hundred bucks. "What time do you need me on Friday?" "Can you be here at six in the evening? Oh, and bring a swimming suit. We have a pool." "Yes, Ma'am, I can and I will. Can I get your address, please?" I got the information and ended the call. My dick was hard. Again. It's actually always hard it seems. I wasn't even aware that I had been messing with it when I was on the phone. I picked my dirty underwear up off the floor and held it over the end of my cock as I jacked a second load in only seconds. I fell asleep thinking of what I could put three hundred bucks toward. ***** I am five minutes early, driving down the brick paved street in the Erlanger's neighborhood. These houses are four times the size of ours, at least...These folks know how to live. I pull up to the house and pick a spot in the driveway that won't block any cars in the five-car garage. Cheez whiz, that garage is bigger than our house. I get out and walk up to the door and it opens before I can even knock. Mrs. Erlanger throws a hug on me and says she is so happy I came! Really desperate, but she seems harmless enough. She invites me in and I see Carrera marble on the floors in the foyer. I instantly stop and take my shoes off before coming inside, and pad around behind her in my socks as I take in the immensity of the house. Two identical blond boys with blue eyes come toward me, and tell me they are Robbie and Ronnie. They smile and are happy to see me, not sullen and disinterested like most of my clients' kids tend to be, at least at first. "Hi, I'm Martin. How do people tell you guys apart?" I asked, and the boys giggled. "Um, let's do this for Martin, okay?" Mrs. Erlanger replied, painting a Magic Marker dot on one of the boys' forehead like a Hindu. "This is Ronnie" "Robbie" "Don't go there, mister" Mrs. Erlanger scolded. Robbie, or whoever, clamped his mouth shut and waited until she wasn't watching and winked at me. The boys were in the middle of eating dinner and went back to that. She proceeded to give me the phone numbers and expected time they would be home, and asked me if I had eaten. She also wanted to know if I had lifesaving and CPR training, and I told her that I had. She actually checked my license to make sure I was me, I suppose. Most of my clients never bother...She might be desperate, but she isn't dumb. Mr. Erlanger came to meet me, and I instantly recognized him from these car dealer TV commercials that played in our area. Now I know where the lifestyle came from. With all the formalities gone over and through, they left for their evening out, and I went to find the boys. Ronnie and Robbie were finishing their meal, and taking their dishes to the kitchen. It was like something out of those fantasy home shows. Marble, high-end everything, and huge. Ten people could cook in this kitchen. The boys were very friendly and outgoing, and we talked about what it was like to have a twin and I asked if Robbie was messing with his mom just a little. "No, I really am Robbie...he's Ronnie. We get called each others names a lot, and it just isn't worth fighting over." "Dad can always tell us apart." "How, I mean, I don't see any moles or freckles or anything that one of you has that the other doesn't, you know?" I mean, I could see the marker dot on Robbie's forehead, but...without that how would anyone know. "Martin, look in my left nostril, see it?" Ronnie asked, cranking his head back. I could make out the slightest little blemish, a long healed tiny scar. "Yeah, what is that?" I wondered. "I got scratched by a cat when I was like three or something." Ronnie explained. Just for fun, I looked at Robbies' upper lip, and saw no scar there. Cool... "I wanna go swimming!" Robbie stated. "Did you bring trunks?" "Yes, they're in my car." "Let's show him the house first" Ronnie suggested, and the pair began a tour for me. They showed me a theater room where they played games and watched TV and movies, showed me where all the bathrooms were, and took me to their room which was like two huge bedrooms in one space. They each had a queen size bed, their own closets, and dressers and night stands. In the middle of the room was a coffee table and a wrap around couch. They had a large bathroom with a huge shower. I asked if they ever took showers together and they both laughed. "We always take our shower together." They volunteered. I guess I blushed or something, as the idea was beginning to get me going. I needed to change the subject. "I'll get my suit. Where should I change?" "Anywhere. Nobody's here but us." Ronnie replied, and Robbie smiled and nodded. "Be right back" I said as I left the room. I ducked into the bathroom off the kitchen, and stripped off, piling my clothes on the toilet lid. I slipped my trunks on and went to find the boys. Robbie came out of his room in a blue Speedo and it had to be obvious that I was checking out his bump. He didn't seem to mind, pausing to let me look. He led me to the pool. Wow, the back yard was like a park. A free-form pool made an S shape, and tropical plantings along the edge of the decking made it feel like a jungle river. We're talking theme-park level landscaping here. Ronnie showed up a minute later in an identical Speedo, of course. Even without clothes, I was still unable to find a blemish, mole, freckle or anything on either one of them. We got in the water, and began to rough house a little. They tried to dunk me, of course and we had a huge splash fight. The water was warm, and we didn't get out until it was almost dark. The boys complained that they were getting pruny, so we got out and went inside. They asked if I wanted to shower with them, and I said I just needed a towel, and Robbie brought me one. I changed back into my clothes in the kitchen bathroom, and took my wet trunks out to my car, throwing them on the passenger side floor, so my shitbox upholstery wouldn't get wet. I am aware of how many naugas had to die to give up all that naugahyde...respect. Back in the house, the boys were in the shower and came out in bathrobes maybe ten minutes later. They decided to make popcorn and mugs of root beer and watch a movie in the theater room. That sounded good to me, so I found myself sitting between the twins with a bowl of popcorn on my lap, while we searched the streaming service for something to watch. Ronnie seemed bored as Robbie surfed with the remote. "There is one other way you could tell us apart, Martin." He said. "What's that?" I replied "Robbie and I have two balls." I had to digest that for a minute, did I hear him correctly? "Uh, yeah, everybody has two balls." I mean, yeah, okay there are people with one, but not that many, right? "I meant, two balls between us...his is on the left side, mines on the right." Ronnie explained. Robbie looked over and nodded. Oh. Total Snap! Did not see that one coming. "Were you guys born that way, or did something happen?" Robbie spoke now, and told me they had been born with one nut each. The doctors had checked and tested and verified that. "That's wild. I wonder how often that ever happens." I told them. "Like never except for us. We're in some medical journal thing." Ronnie said. "Mom showed us one time." "Did they take pictures and stuff?" I asked. "Yeah, but we were babies. You could tell which side our nut is on, but that's about it." Robbie volunteered. "Your dick is so tiny in that picture" Ronnie teased. "We're the same size, Dummy! So, what does that make yours?" Robbie shot back, and they both cracked up laughing. Being an only child was nice in some ways, but being with siblings often makes me wonder what I had missed "I'm surprised you guys are so cool and open about it. I just met you two...I mean I would have to know someone years to tell them I had one nut." "Are you saying that takes...balls, Martin?" Ronnie retorted, and they cracked up again. I couldn't help but laugh with them, for a long time. Then it got quiet again before the other shoe dropped. "Martin? Wanna see `em?" Robbie asked, looking right into my eyes. My throat went dry, and for a split second, I didn't know whether to shit or go blind. Close one eye and fart as the punchline goes, but I only managed to croak out. "Er, uh, y-yes, yeah." Both boys giggled at me, and opened the front of the robes. They are beautiful! Absolutely identical, totally hairless, circumcised, about three inches fully erect and about as big around as a roll of quarters. The skin on the shaft behind their glans is shiny and pale, and looks tight. If I pull my skin back and hold it tight, it kinda looks like theirs. Licking their pissholes looked so tempting. They're perfectly centered on the acorns, big around as a lead pencil, and moist! But I had never even touched another boy's junk before, and I wasn't sure why I thought of it. I could see a small nut in each of their bags, about the size of a big grape. I guess they had done this before, because they both brought their heels up to the edge of the sofa, and Ronnie took the bowl of popcorn off my lap. I was a bit nervous about where this was going, but little Marty didn't care. I felt them each take one of my hands and guide it between their legs. "Feel our nuts, Martin...please." Robbie purred. My head was spinning and my inner pervert was off the chain with no adult supervision. I had fantasized about touching another person's privates since puberty started, and now, two smoking hot boys were inviting me to fondle them! I ran my finger tips lightly along the sides of their scrotums, something I find highly pleasurable when do it to myself. The sounds each of them was making told me I was on the right track. I felt around and explored them slowly and carefully, constantly caressing, lightly touching. I let my fingers gently circle each boy's anus, and heard gasps and moans beside me. I kept it up for quite a while it seemed, until Ronnie stopped me and got up. "Be right back" he said and hurried off. He returned a minute later with a jar of Vaseline and sat back down and put his heels up again, and guided my fingers back to his scrotum. "Have you guys done this before?" I asked. "Like, with other babysitters?" Robbie asked. "Yeah" "No...you're the first one who would do it with us. The others always said no." "Or hell no!" Ronnie declared "Or fuck no!" Robbie stated and they both giggled. Well, I guess that answers the big question, doesn't it? "Um, you guys know you can't say anything about this, or I'm hammered fish shit." Ronnie looked over at me and said, "Say anything about what?" as Robbie began unsnapping the top of my jeans. Ronnie found the zipper tab and began working it down. Once my jeans were open, they began tugging on the legs and I scooted my ass off the couch to let them slide my jeans down. My raging little boner had my tighty-whities tented as far as four and a half inches could tent anything. Ronnie took the top off the Vaseline and hooked a dollop of the goop out with a finger and smeared it onto the head of his penis. He handed the jar to Robbie, who greased himself up. Ronnie tented his fingers over my briefs and squeezed my dick and stroked it twice. "Do us like that, please." He instructed. I began stroking their penises with my hand cupped over the ends, rubbing the shafts with my fingertips as the two of them moaned, and made gasps as my fingers passed over the corona rim and gave each tip a little squeeze before going back down to the roots of their boy meat. I felt a hand going down under the waistband of my briefs, and another hand burrowing under the leg elastic, heading for my balls. "Undress me" I whispered and lifted my ass off the couch. I felt my briefs being pulled down and my dick popped free. I heard "Ooooh, look! he's got no hair, like us!" and "Wow, it's big! Look, he's got skin too!" I snickered at "big," but the boys didn't ask for an explanation. I kept stroking their treasures as they began to explore my foreskin, something no one had ever done to me until now. Well, okay, my father had gently pulled it back when I was four, and again when I was nine or so to make sure I was keeping it clean, but I didn't get hard those times and they only lasted a second. Sure wasn't anything like this! "Will you sperm for us, Martin?" one of them asked. I was in a fog at this point. "Keep that up, and I will." I promised them. Ronnie moved his hand over my pubes and caressed my scrotum while Robbie jacked me off slowly, making my foreskin slip back and forth over my glans as I lay there with my eyes closed, still working on a penis in each hand. "Faster, please" Ronnie begged and I complied. "Me too" Robbie pleaded. I tightened my fingers a bit on them and the sighs and ahhs told me I was on the right track. I noticed the hand on my dick had speeded up too. "Do you guys cum?" I wondered. "Y-yeah, just can't shoot yet" Robbie replied, panting and breathing hard. Suddenly, I felt each penis in my hand begin to feel thicker. I sped up and tightened my fingertips and moved to concentrate on the glans and corona and both boys came hard at the same instant. I felt very strong throbs in each shaft, as the brothers began to moan and gasp and thrash next to me. I kept stroking them, to "ride" their orgasms down. "Don't stop when I start cumming, I'm almost there!" I begged. Ronnie stroked me almost as good as I do it, and soon I went over the edge and shot my load. Both boys got some on their hands and Ronnie stroked me until I made him stop. We lay back panting, sweating and getting our breath back. After things got back to normal, Robbie looked over at me and asked "So, will you babysit us again sometime?" "Only if you guys show me your balls each time I'm here!" I joked, and they promised they would! I made sure to give Mrs. Erlanger several cards when I left.