Care
By Li'l Ninja
nifty_little_ninja@proton.me
https://LittleNinja.world
Super serious disclaimer: The characters and events in this story are entirely fictional. Any possible resemblances to real-life people or events within this story are purely coincidental, I swear! This story contains naughty things that you might find...well... naughty. If naughty stuff offends you or it is illegal for you to read in your state, country, town, city, or whatever, then bugger off elsewhere! - Or just use a VPN or something - If not, then grab a box of tissues [for your eyes, you dirty sod!] and let's get started.
A note from The Ninja: Okay, so I was going to make this a one-off short story for Christmas. However, after thinking about it, I decided I could slip it nicely into the current running storyline. I know I promised everyone more Hunter and Cole in this chapter. But I hope this will suffice.
I wanna wish every single one of you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Although, I hope to post at least a little something before the start of 2023
Oh, also, one of my readers pointed out a stupid mistake I made in chapter 5. In one instance, I accidentally called Miles' two younger brothers 'twins'. They are 4 and 5 years old. So, umm, yeah. I just wanna clarify that no they are not twins (who were somehow born a year apart. heehehe). Thanks for pointing that out. You know who you are.
Finally, I've been blown away by the interest in https://LittleNinja.world - Make sure you check it out regularly as I'm constantly updating it. I would love to see some of you interacting with posts and voicing your thoughts, ideas, and opinions on there. Make sure you visit the 'Meet The Cast' section where you can read additional content, bios, and see tonnes of pictures of the people who I love to write about for you amazing people.
Thank you for being awesome. I love you all. Merry Christmas x
Now here's the story...
Sunday, 25th December 1988
Isabelle slowly rose from her slumber with a stretch and a yawn. She looked over at her husband who was gently snoring away. Isabelle thought her husband's soft, light snores were incredibly endearing and only increased the love she had for the man.
"Stanley," she whispered, shaking her husband's shoulder a little. He stirred but did not wake, so she tried again. "Stanley."
"Sho... Ma... Turkey-Gravery. Yep-yep-yep," he babbled incoherently. Isabelle couldn't help but laugh out loud to herself.
"Stanley, come on. It's time to get up," she said.
With a yawn and a stretch, Stanley opened his eyes to see his amused-looking wife.
"What's so funny?" Stanley asked sleepily.
"Nothing," Isabelle said, "you were just talking bollocks in your sleep again."
Stanley shot a bemused, sideways look at his wife before smirking and shaking his head.
"Merry Christmas, Honey," Isabelle said as she leaned down to give her husband a kiss.
"Mmmm, merry Christmas," he replied.
Stanley looked over at the clock on his bedside table. It was 7:14 AM.
"Where are the twins?" he asked. "It's Christmas day. I was expecting them to be bouncing up and down on our bed by 6:00 AM."
"Maybe they are being nice and letting us have a lie-in for a change," Isabelle said facetiously. This made Stanley laugh.
"Pffft, yeah right," Stanley said. "I suppose we'd better go wake them or find out where they are," he continued with a stretch.
Isabelle and Stanley got up and dressed, expecting the twins to burst through the door at any second. But it never happened.
When they were ready, they headed across the landing. Once at the twins' bedroom door, they knocked gently and called their names before slowly opening it.
The large king-size bed was empty. It was obvious the two boys had slept in it, but they were nowhere to be seen.
"They had better not be downstairs opening presents already," said Stanley.
"Mmmmm," Isabelle agreed with a nod.
The two parents headed downstairs and what they saw filled them with fear.
***
"Come on, Dylan. We don't have long."
"I'm twying," Dylan moaned, trying to struggle out of the window. "I fink I'm stucked!"
"Oh for crying out loud, Dylan. Just come out head first and I'll catch you."
"Uhm. O'tay, Decky," Dylan said as he rearranged his body once again in an attempt to slip under the small gap in the sash window.
After some wriggling, Dylan was free from the window. Declan tried to catch the boy but ended up collapsing under the boy's weight.
Both boys lay on the snow-covered ground in a heap, Dylan atop Declan. Both boys' faces blushed as they stared into each other's stone-grey marbled eyes. Dylan bit his bottom lip. This whole situation was extremely thrilling and exciting for both of the 7-year-old twins.
Declan grinned and planted a quick kiss on the tip of Dylan's nose before saying, "Com'on, get up. We don't have time for that right now."
With a chuckle and a smile, Dylan clambered off his twin brother and offered a hand to help the boy up.
"So, do you fink this will weally wo-wuk, Decky?" asked Dylan.
"It has to work, Dylan," Declan replied. "We can't just leave him like that."
"Yeah, I know," Dylan said, looking sad. Declan put his arm around his brother and pulled him in for a hug.
"We should get a move on," Declan said after breaking the hug.
"Yeah, o'tay. Let's get moo-fink then,"
And with that, hand in hand, both of the 7-year-old twins set off into the dead of the night.
***
The two foster parents stared in horror. The Christmas tree still had all the presents under it, untouched and unopened. The stockings hung from the fireplace, still bulging with the smaller gifts inside. The plate of cookies was empty, and only a few crumbs remained. But worst of all, the sash window was open, a breeze from the cold winter air flapping the curtains about. Stanley and Isabelle felt physically sick. Had someone broken in during the middle of the night and kidnapped the boys?
Finally, it was Stanley that broke the silence.
"We should split up and check the entire house," he said. "This could just be one of their silly little pranks. Check everywhere!"
"Okay, you check downstairs and I'll check upstairs."
In agreement, the two parents split up to search every inch of the house in hopes that this was just some silly prank. After all, the twins were well known for being cheeky little pranksters.
***
The twins had been walking for almost two hours. Dawn was nearly upon them. They had agreed to stop and watch the sunrise together. Well, Declan suggested that they watch the sunrise together and Dylan thought it was a lovely idea. After all, Declan was the romantic one and Dylan was the horny one. Together, they certainly made quite the pair.
After both being sexually abused in their previous foster home, starting when they were 5 years old and right up until they were 7 years old, they had learned a lot more about sex than most boys their age would know. They put this knowledge to good use. They used the 'good sex' with each other to help console and comfort each other from the 'bad sex' that their foster dad made them do. They actually didn't even think about doing sex stuff together until, one night, their foster dad made them do stuff together while he took photos with a camera and recorded some of what they did on a camcorder. This was the night that they realised they actually really quite enjoyed doing sex stuff together. They even looked forward to the nights when the foster dad would tell them to do stuff together instead of doing stuff to him. Those nights, he would just film the two boys and jack himself off. It wasn't long until the two twins would make each other feel better by doing 'good sex' stuff together after their foster dad had 'bad sex' with them and had his way with them. The two twins quickly came to realise that they both liked boys. They originally decided that they would be kind of like boyfriends together until they found their own boyfriends. However, their already close relationship developed, as they learned about all the different types of love they felt for one another. Even by the tender age of 7 years old, they knew more about love and sex than many teenagers did.
The two twins sat side by side atop a grassy hill, waiting for the sun to break the horizon. They were holding hands and both rested one side of their forehead against the other's forehead.
As the top of the sun appeared and gradually showed more and more of itself, low down in the winter's sky, the two twins shared a deep, passionate kiss. Dylan, of course, wanted to take this incredibly romantic moment further. But Declan stopped him. Although, he did wish that they had the time and they were in a place to indulge Dylan's fantasies.
With goofy smiles of love plastered across each of their faces, the two brothers stood up and continued their hand-in-hand march to their destination.
***
Once the parents had checked every single cupboard, bed, box, suitcase, and cubby hole, they regrouped, feeling even more worried about the boys' safety. Both of them turned their attention to the open sash window.
As they looked out of the window they saw the two small, twin snow-boys that Declan and Dylan had made on Christmas Eve. They also noticed two sets of footprints in the snow, trailing off across the garden, away from the house. Unfortunately, the footprints stopped at the gritted pavement that was clear of snow, leaving no further clue as to where the boys had gone.
***
Finally, the two twins had reached their destination.
They knocked on the door and waited. Shortly after, a slightly older boy who looked to be about 8 years old, answered the door. With a smile and a squeal of joy, the boy ran into the arms of the two younger twins as they shared a three-way hug.
"Oh... My... God... I can't believe you guys actually came. This is the best Christmas present ever," the older boy cried out in delight.
"Of couwse we'uw came to see you, Wiley," Dylan said. "You fink we would just let you spend Chwistmas all on youww own?"
It's true, Riley's parents had selfishly left the boy all on his own for Christmas. They never really bothered with the poor boy. He was simply a meal ticket for them, a way to claim Child Benefits and get their rent paid for. He didn't mind all too much though. He had some great friends at school and he could do pretty much whatever he liked. It's not like his parents gave a shit.
Declan and Dylan had seen the boy on the park near their house, swinging on the swing set all alone during the summer. The twins wondered where the boy's parents or friends were. They decided to go talk to him and find out. The fact that both twins clearly thought the boy was mad-cute probably had something to do with them wanting to speak to the boy also.
The twins found out that he lived several miles away and that he had come here on his bicycle. Riley liked to explore faraway places, making friends in different towns and, sometimes, even different cities. His charming good looks, great sense of humour, strong charisma, and dashing smile all made making friends for Riley extremely easy. It wasn't long until Riley was best of friends with the two twins, hanging out and playing together every chance they got.
"Have you got everything packed for an overnight sleepover, as planned?" asked Declan. The boy nodded. "Com'on then, we have quite a walk back to our place."
"You... Walked? All this way?" Riley asked. "Why didn't you just bike here?"
"Uhmm, well..." Declan started. "We kinda sneaked out of the house to come here. We couldn't have gotten our bikes out of the garage or we would have woken our foster parents up."
The older boy looked at the two twins with a bemused look on his face before smiling and saying, "You guys are too awesome. You know that?"
"We wanted to spend owwuw Chwistmas wif you," Dylan smiled, leaning in to give the boy a kiss. Riley, of course, was only too happy to return the tongue-filled kiss.
Breathless, and with one hell of a goofy smile on his face, Riley looked over to Declan once he had finished making out with twin number one. Before he could even say anything, Declan had grabbed the handsome boy's face and began making out with him.
Riley loved how both of the twins tasted and smelled exactly the same. However, each of the brothers had different techniques. But, one thing was for sure, they were both as hot as each other and made him just as horny.
"Com'on," said Declan, breaking the kiss. "The sooner we get back to our house, the sooner we can continue."
Riley thought that was some prime thinking. And so, all three boys marched hand-in-hand together, with Riley in the middle, back to the twins' house.
This was surely going to be one awesome Christmas!
***
Isabelle and Stanley were going absolutely spare with worry for where the two boys were, who they were with, and if they were safe.
"Oh, Lord, I hope they're okay," Stanley said.
"They've either left the house on their own," Isabelle started, "or..." she shuddered at the thought, unable to finish her own sentence.
"...or someone came and took them," Stan finished. His voice was flat.
"We're going to have to call the police, Stan," Isabelle said frantically.
"Yeah," Stan agreed, still in a flat, lifeless tone. "Yeah, you're right."
The foster parents headed over to the telephone. They looked at each other, neither one of them wanting to make the call. It was a call that they had hoped they would never have to make. With a deep breath in and out, Stanley reached for the phone.
Another sigh and he began to punch in the three numbers: 9... 9... 9...
The phone rang once and was immediately answered.
"Emergency services. What service do you require?" a helpful-sounding woman's voice said.
"Oh, umm, hello," Stanley sputtered, "I, uhh, I need to report two missing children." Saying those words put Stan on the very edge of losing his composure.
"Okay, Sir, when was the last time you saw them?" the helpful voice asked.
Right at that moment, the doorbell rang. Isabelle and Stanley's eyes grew wide as they gaped at each other. Stanley nodded his head towards the door, gesturing for Isabelle to go and see who it was.
"Hello? Sir? Are you still there?"
"Uhh, umm, could... Would you hold the line for a moment please?"
A few seconds later and he heard the door open, followed by the shriek, shrill shout of Isabelle.
"Where the bloody hell have you two been?"
"Uh, I'm so sorry. False alarm. They've just turned up," Stan stumbled his words out.
"And why in the name of hell is Riley with you? You boys are in so much trouble!"
"Okay, Sir, that's good to hear." The 999 responder was trying her best to hold back her laughter as she could clearly hear the shouts of Isabelle in the background.
"Thanks. Goodbye," Stanley said before slamming the phone down. He quickly picked the phone back up again. "Oh, and merry Christmas," he said. But was just met with a dial tone.
After the boys had received a proper bollocking from their foster parents for sneaking out of the house and making them worried sick, it was the boys' turn to explain why they did what they did. They explained how Riley had been left alone all on his own for Christmas and that they simply couldn't let the boy they liked so much have a sad and lonely Christmas. Isabelle and Stanley, although still angry about how the twins had gone about achieving their goal, were still touched by how thoughtful and caring the two boys had been.
By the time everyone had some breakfast, the parents had calmed down somewhat and simply wanted to enjoy the rest of Christmas day with the twins and their tag-along. They really didn't mind Riley being there. The twins regularly dragged him in with them, totally unannounced of course, for dinner and to hang out. They had grown quite attached to the older boy, falling prey to his charm and charisma. The parents had even gotten him a card and a few small token gifts for Christmas as they knew the twins would have had him over sometime soon either way.
Before they all sat down to open presents, Isabelle went and got Riley's gifts from upstairs and placed them under the tree to not make him feel left out. However, the twins themselves had already thought of this, too. They had thoughtfully gotten their older friend a few gifts of their own. Some of them were homemade, token gifts. But they had also taken a couple of their favourite toys and wrapped them up for him as they knew he didn't have many toys of his own. They had even saved a few chocolate bars that their foster parents had given them after dinner time. They had saved them and crafted a homemade selection box, one of their own favourite Christmas gifts, for the older boy. They even went as far as to draw him a card using their art supplies set that they had gotten for their birthday. When pooled together with Stanley and Isabelle's gifts, Riley had nearly as many presents to open as each of the twins did. Sure, they weren't as extravagant as some of the twins' own larger presents. But the older boy felt overwhelmed by the gesture and all the work the twins had clearly put into making and sharing their gifts. He had never in his life had such a great Christmas where he felt so included in the festivities and had so many presents. He truly felt blessed to have such kind friends as Declan and Dylan.
After all the presents were opened and the parents had cleared away the huge piles of wrapping paper and empty cardboard boxes, the boys were left to enjoy their new toys while Isabelle and Stanley worked on Christmas dinner.
"Don't eat any of your chocolates, boys. You'll ruin your dinner," Isabelle commanded. "In fact, come put them in the kitchen. You can have them after dinner, okay?" This elicited some disapproving whines from all three boys. However, they all complied.
"Okay, go and play and have fun, boys. Dinner will be a while yet," Stan said.
Two "okays" and an "o'tay" came from the group of boys.
Any other time, all three boys would have been straight upstairs, naked, and on the king-size bed in the twins' bedroom in a shot. However, it was Christmas day. They had a tonne of new toys to play with and their naked fun play could wait until tonight... for a change.
The twins had become quite attached to Isabelle and Stan. Although they didn't call them 'Mum and Dad', they appreciated the fact that they were kind and caring. This was a stark contrast to their previous foster home. As mentioned earlier, their previous foster dad would mentally and sexually abuse the boys. He would have his way with each of the boys, only considering his own gratification. He would also play all kinds of sick mind games on them, trying to make them turn against one another, and telling them lies about how nobody would ever want to adopt them. Any other time, neither of the foster parents paid any attention to them, simply leaving the young boys to their own devices. This similarity to how their previous foster parents had treated them and how Riley's parents treated him bought a strong sense of understanding between the three boys. This was clearly a catalyst that helped seal the bond between all three of them.
***
Riley had barely known the twins for three hours before Dylan had made a move on him.
They had taken the boy back to their house and, under the pretence of wanting to 'show the boy their room', dragged him upstairs.
"Where's the other bed?" Riley had asked.
"What other bed?" Declan replied.
"I mean, surely you don't... sleep together... do you?" Riley said, blushing. The mere thought of these two beautiful twins laying together was already starting to make his heart race and his breathing become more shallow.
"Yeah, of couwse we do," giggled Dylan. "Why not?"
Riley subconsciously bit his bottom lip as thoughts of the twins' naked bodies being so close to each other flooded his mind.
Dylan let out another giggle, making Riley look over at the boy. Riley could see that Dylan was staring at him. But he wasn't staring at his face. In fact, both brothers were staring. He followed their line of sight to see what they were staring at. His own eyes traced down his own body. Suddenly, he noticed what was so interesting to the twins. His face turned a deep shade of crimson and he quickly used both of his hands to cover the bulge in his tracksuit bottoms.
Dylan, although he was a shy boy, was not shy when it came to sex. He took a couple of steps forward and stared deeply into the older boy's eyes. Riley's knees felt weak as Dylan slowly moved his lips next to his own. He gulped as he felt the gentle caress of Dylan's breath on his face. Riley's strong, charismatic demeanour had evaporated as he looked into the longing stone-grey eyes of Dylan.
When Riley felt the warm touch of Dylan's lips pressed against his own, his eyes grew wider in shock. Although, he did nothing to break this kiss... his first kiss.
As the overwhelmingly warm sensation covered his entire body like a blanket, Riley relaxed a little and closed his own eyes, just like Dylan's were. Naturally, he snaked his arm around the back of the younger boy and pulled him closer. As he did, Dylan opened his mouth and Riley could feel the younger boy's tongue probing to gain access to his own mouth. Riley submitted himself to the situation; he submitted himself to the younger boy.
Dylan's tongue playfully rolled over and around Riley's tongue. It wasn't long until Riley was copying the young twin's movements and they were passionately making out like pros. Both boys were grinding their hips as they rubbed their rock-hard erections against one another's. This was Riley's first time doing anything with a boy. In fact, it was his first time doing anything with anyone. However, he knew he wanted this so much.
Riley jumped as he felt another pair of hands grab his hips from behind. And when he felt the soft lips of the second twin sensually kissing his neck he very nearly went over the edge. He tried to compose himself but all the older boy could do was moan into Dylan's mouth. He never had any idea that anything like this could feel so overwhelmingly intense.
Little did he know, the pleasure that Riley was feeling was about to get ramped up a notch. Declan slipped his hand underneath the front of his tee shirt as he felt the younger boy take a step forward, pressing his own bulge up against his ass. Declan's hands expertly explored the older boy's chest, his belly button, his sides, nipples, and neck, all the while grinding the bulge in his own jeans up and down the older boy's pert little ass.
Riley had fully surrendered his body to the twins. One of which he was furiously battling tongues, the other that was touching him in highly erogenous zones that he didn't even know he had. All the while, being grinded on by two very hard bulges on either side of his body. He was so high on the ecstasy of the situation that he couldn't think straight. He didn't even know where he was. He struggled to recall his own name.
He felt Declan's hand leave his torso and move to the hem of his tracksuit bottoms. Seconds later, they were at his knees along with his briefs.
As if it was some highly synchronised piece of choreography, at the very same time, he felt Dylan's hands grab his buttocks and Declan's hands grab at his straining erection and nut-sack. Declan's hands were soft and gentle as they slowly explored the older boy's genitals. This was too much for Riley. He moaned loudly into Dylan's mouth and his knees went weak. Declan felt the older boy's erection expand and pulsate in his hand as the small balls in his scrotum joined along for the divine ride in the 8-year-old boy's dry orgasm.
Still moaning and whimpering into the young twin's mouth, Riley began to feel light-headed as all the immense pleasure overtook his entire being, before blacking out. If it wasn't for having the two boys on his front and back, he would have collapsed on the floor.
Dylan and Declan caught the boy in their arms. Carefully, they pulled him onto the bed that was merely a couple of feet away, careful to rest his head comfortably on a pillow.
"D'ya fink he enjoyed it," giggled Dylan.
"Wow. I mean, I've heard stories of people having cums so strong that they pass out, but I didn't think it was true or that it could actually happen," Declan exclaimed. He was partially giggling, but also partially concerned for his new friend.
"How long will he be like that fouww do you fink?" asked Dylan. Right on cue, Riley's eyes flickered open. His chest heaved up and down as he looked at the two stunning twins.
"P... Please t-t-tell m-m-meee that-t-t w-was real," Riley mumbled, his legs still feeling like jelly. The two twins looked at each other, their shit-eating grins grew and they looked back at the older boy.
***
"Boys, dinner will be ready in five minutes," Stanley called out. "Go and get washed up."
The boys, who were now starving after smelling the incredible smells coming from the kitchen for the past few hours, gladly stopped what they were doing and ran upstairs to the bathroom. Declan, being the prankster he was, held his thumb against the bottom of the tap and turned the water on, spraying both Dylan and Riley in the face.
Shrieks of laughter, silly giggling, and stomping about could be heard in the kitchen by both Isabelle and Stan as the boys messed around in the bathroom directly above them. Both parents, wine glass in hand, simply smiled at each other, embraced, and shared a loving kiss.
"Merry Christmas, Sweetheart," Stanley said in a suave tone.
"Mmmmm," Isabelle mused, feeling the love that filled the house. "Merry Christmas, Stan." They were clearly starting to feel slightly buzzed from the wine as they always became romantically clingy and flirtatious with each other after a couple of glasses of their favourite Sauvignon Blanc or Pinot Grigio.
Soon, the dining table in the kitchen was full, as all three boys and both parents sat around, filling their faces with a three-bird-roast, mashed potatoes, roast potatoes cooked in goose fat, stuffing, pigs in blankets, roasted honey-glazed parsnips, mashed swede and carrots, stuffing, plenty of nice thick gravy, and... of course, Yorkshire puds! The parents had brussels sprouts, too. But all three boys avoided the little round bags of fart-tasting veggies.
"Uhhhhhhaaaa," moaned Declan, "that was incredible. Thank you."
"Yeah, thank you, Mr and Mrs Jacobs," Riley said gratefully. He'd never had a Christmas dinner anything like it.
"Fanks, Bell. Fanks Stam," Dylan said. And yes, you heard that correctly. Dylan always called Stanley 'Stam'... or 'Stammily'.
Despite feeling like their bellies would pop at any minute, all three boys attempted dessert: black forest gateau with strawberry ice cream. Isabelle knew neither one of the boys would be able to manage more than a couple of bites, so she only gave them each a small portion. She was right. Most of the dessert she dished out went to waste.
The stuffed family went to go and relax in the lounge and watch some Christmas movies. The three boys shared the sofa, while the two adults got close and comfy on the loveseat. They barely made it halfway into the first movie before their food coma overtook them and all five of them were asleep. Isabelle had her head resting on Stan's shoulder as Stan had his head lying across the back of the loveseat, snoring softly. On the sofa, each of the twins were curled up on either side of Riley, a head on each side of his lap. Riley, too, had his head back and was snoring softly. The whole scene was that of closeness and happiness between everyone there.
Dylan was the first one to stir. Sleepily, he opened his eyes to see two beautiful sights. The first sight he saw was that of his twin brother, deep in a peaceful sleep. The second sight was the bulging mound in Riley's tracky bottoms that separated him and his beautiful, sleeping brother.
Dylan gently shook Declan awake.
"Hey... Hey... Decalan," he whispered, gently rocking Dec's shoulder.
"Hmmmm?" a sleepy Declan moaned as he opened his eyes and looked over to his twin brother.
Dylan put his index finger to his own lips and quietly said, "Shhhhh." Then, using his own eyes to lead Declan's eyes, he locked eyes on Riley's bulge. A huge grin washed across both boys' faces.
Dylan and Declan loved almost nothing more than sharing their bodies with one another. However, if there was anything they both enjoyed more than that, it certainly would have been double-teaming another boy. Especially one who was older than them.
The two cheeky twins took it in turns to grope, rub, and gnaw gently at the unconsenting, sleeping boys bulging crotch.
Their shushed giggles grew louder as their own straining erections grew harder.
It wasn't long until the sleeping older boy's erection was furiously pulsing as he had his first dry-wet-dream. He let out a long, low moan as he did, not only waking himself but the two parents on the loveseat, too.
"Is everything okay?" Isabelle asked, concerned about the moan she heard. It was dark. The movie had finished and no lights were on.
"Yeah, we're fine. We're going to head to bed," Declan said getting to his feet. Dylan did the same and both boys lifted a confused, sleepy, but somehow very horny Riley to his feet.
"What was that noise?" Stanley asked, thinking it sounded like someone was hurt. "Is everyone okay?"
"Yeah, Stammily," said Dylan. "I just weally need to poop." This actually wasn't a lie. All the food he had stuffed down his gullet earlier had now been digested and needed to find its escape.
The two twins dragged the older boy up to their bedroom, saying their 'goodnights' as they left.
There was a queue for the bathroom as all three boys actually needed to poop. They had eaten a lot of food several hours earlier.
Bowels emptied and feeling awake again, the boys decided a shower should be in order before heading to bed. It was only 7:00 PM, so they still had plenty of the night left.
The two twins headed to the bathroom and stopped just before entering.
"You coming?" they both asked at exactly the same time.
"Uhh, um, well..." the older boy spluttered.
Moments later, Riley was pulled into the bathroom by both twins, dragging him by each of his arms.
The twins threw their clothes off and only spent a couple of seconds expectantly staring at the older boy before taking matters into their own hands and stripping him themselves. Riley certainly wasn't going to complain. He just still hadn't quite gotten used to how forward the two twins were when it came to sex. In fact, the two younger boys didn't even know that this kind of behaviour would not normally be considered acceptable. All they had ever learned was that sex is something you take from someone. They knew little to nothing of consent. Luckily, though, Riley would have consented to anything these two incredible boys wanted from him.
Once in the shower, the two twins gently and thoroughly cleaned their friend. The feeling of the smaller boy's hands all over his body sent tingles shooting throughout Riley's body. He had already learned to let the twins lead. They clearly knew what they were doing. They always made him feel good. Funnily enough, he thought to himself, when he thought he knew what to expect from Dylan and Declan, they would totally surprise him with something totally new and mind-blowing again. The sexual thrills these boys gave him were out of this world.
After a long cleaning session, with plenty of emphasis on the older boy's stiff little dick, his tight little balls, and his even tighter little ass, the twins turned to each other, quickly washing one another down. Usually, when alone, they would ensure every inch of them was totally clean. However, today, they had a guest, and double-teaming him was more important.
All three boys quickly towelled themselves down before hopping into bed, totally naked, of course. Declan turned off the main light, leaving the faint, warm glow from a lamp in the far corner of the room.
Riley, positioned in his usual place right in the middle of both the twins, felt the embraces of the smaller boys' hands caress him. He had been looking forward to this almost all day.
The older boy moaned in pure blissful pleasure as four hands searched his naked body. His only regret was that he knew he would never be able to offer the same intense pleasures to the twins that they did to him. They were simply more experienced, more coordinated, more skilful, and... well, there were two of them. The feeling of their hands all over him was like some kind of beautiful torture.
"Ohhhhh," Riley moaned softly before his moan was plugged by the tongue of one of the twins. It was Declan. He knew it was him by the way that the boy's tongue gently danced with his own and how it licked lightly at his teeth. He was so far away, riding on the cruise ship of utter bliss, that he didn't notice Dylan disappear under the sheets. Although, it wasn't long until that fact was realised.
The realisation came as he felt the warm wetness of Dylan's mouth engulf his entire four inches of solid boyhood. This wasn't the first time either of the twins went down on him. But it was still just as breathtaking as the first time. He had to hang on for dear life to not let himself get pushed over the edge too quickly. He wanted this experience to last much longer.
Once Riley had gotten over his initial reaction, he turned his attention to helping pleasure the two boys. Sadly, he was unable to reach anything more than Dylan's beautiful, short hair. However, Declan's own throbbing stiffy was easily within reach. Tentatively, Riley gripped his hand around Declan's boyhood. Surprisingly, despite being a year younger than himself, Dec's cock was not that much shorter than his own. Gently, the older boy's hand began to glide up and down Declan's boyhood, making him moan and wriggle in pleasure beside him. The two boys had stopped kissing as all they could do was moan into each other's mouths. Declan's hands, however, never left the satin-soft skin of Riley's body.
"D... Declan?" Riley asked. Well, he kind of moaned it as Dylan was still expertly working his mouth over the older boy's aching dick. "Ca... can I," he moaned again, "s-suck you," another moan, "again, p-please?"
"I guess you enjoyed it last time then, huh?" Declan asked with the hottest little shit-eating grin on his face.
Riley just nodded and moaned. He was incredibly surprised he hadn't climaxed already. Little did he know, Dylan wasn't working to get the boy off. He was working to make his dick as wet and slippery as possible as he had one more Christmas present for the boy.
Declan, happy to oblige Riley's request, kneeled at the side of the older boy before swinging one of his knees over Riley's body so he was now straddling the upper part of his torso. Riley adjusted the pillows behind his head to ensure he had the best angle to swallow the throbbing four-incher directly in front of him. He could smell the light scent of the younger boy along with the smell of the fresh boyish shower gel he had used in the shower. It was a scent that was engraved in his mind. A scent that he would never forget. It was the unmistakable scent of the twins; sweet, warm, lightly salty, and a little musky. To Riley, it was the best thing he had ever smelled. A little earlier in the year, all three boys had got caught in a sudden torrential downpour while playing at the local park. They were soaked through to the bone by the time they got back to the twins' house. The younger boys pulled him out an outfit to wear while Isabelle washed and tumble-dried his clothes. The smell of the twins was on the clothes, enveloping his entire body. The scented briefs hugging tightly to his crotch and ass. He walked around for the rest of the day with a painfully hard cock and the goofiest look on his face.
After revelling in the younger boy's scent, he came back to the situation at hand. He licked his lips and proceeded to tentatively lick ad kiss the very tip of Declan's throbbing erection. Declan let out soft little moans as the older boy gradually took more and more of his prime cut of boy meat into his mouth. It wasn't long until he was running his glistening wet lips up and down the entire length of it as he gently caressed the younger boy's smooth testicles and inner thighs. Declan could only moan and gently thrust his hips against the older boy.
Dylan, now thoroughly sure that Riley's dick couldn't get any wetter or sloppier, pushed away the duvet. The sight of his brother straddling the older boy, feeding him his delicious cock, was incredibly hot. Spitting into his hand, he reached back to his little rosebud to lube himself up.
Soon, the older boy had both twins straddling him. He thought he must have died and gone to heaven. Dylan lined up Riley's rock-hard, slippery dick with his tight little hole. Riley gulped in knowledge and anticipation that soon he would no longer be a virgin. However, he kept working away dutifully at Declan's delicious dick.
As he lowered himself down, Dylan felt the older boy penetrate him. He stopped still as he waited for the initial burning pain inside his rectum to subside. Once it had, he slowly lowered himself all the way down Riley's four inches. Both boys gasped in pleasure and Riley couldn't believe how tight and warm Dylan was. It was heavenly. Declan turned his head and smiled at the look of total bliss on his brother's face, one of his favourite sights.
Once Dylan had gone as far as he could go, he held still for another short while, allowing both of them to get used to the sensation of Riley's boyhood deep inside of him. A few moments later, Dylan started moving himself up and down the older boy's rigid erection. As he sped up, the room was filled with moans of all three boys enjoying each other's bodies. It really was a delightful sound.
After riding the older boy for some time, Dylan reached his arms around his brother in front of him. Leaning forward slightly, changing his riding angle accordingly, he gently kissed his brother's neck and caressed his body. The circle of pleasure was now complete. Each boy was getting pleasure from another, passing that pleasure through himself and onto the next boy. Who, in turn, did the same. The circuitry for their love and lust for one another certainly was electric.
Due to Dylan changing his angle slightly, Riley's four inches of boy love was hitting the younger boy's prostate on every thrust. He knew he was close and, by the quickening of the other two boy's shallow breaths, he knew they were, too.
Declan hit first. His climax had been building and he knew it was going to be explosive... And boy was it!
"Aieeeeee," the young boy cried out, trying not to be too loud and failing terribly. The waves of pure orgasmic pleasure rushed through him.
Feeling the hot young boy's pulsing dry orgasm in his mouth and the twitching contractions of Dylan's tight boy hole around his own dick, as the other twin was just about to cross his own finishing line, was enough to ignite his own orgasm. Instinctively, grabbing Dylan's hips, he rocked and thrust himself in time to Dylan's strokes.
"Riley, I'm just about... I'm going to..." Dylan cried out. He wasn't even touching his own quivering erection.
"Yeah... m-m-me, too... I'm going to..." With one final stroke, he thrust himself deep, deep inside the young boy's ass. His body doing all it could to ejaculate his seed deep into the bowels of Dylan, if he had any seed to ejaculate that is, of course. This was, by far, the most immense orgasm of his young life that he was riding.
Dylan, although his orgasm had started moments earlier, felt it ramp up a notch when Riley slammed deep inside of him. All the young boy could do was cry murmurs of pure bliss before collapsing onto the back of his brother, exhausted.
All three boys climbed off and untangled their bodies from one another before dropping onto the bed to catch their breaths. That was one hell of a threesome.
Once they had finished floundering in their sexual high, all three boys took up their positions on the bed and Dylan threw the thick, soft duvet over them all.
As Riley lay there, a twin snuggling into him from either side, he couldn't believe how lucky he was.
"Hey, you know what, Wiley?" asked Dylan.
"What's that?" he replied.
"You'ww no longuww a vuww-gin," Dylan giggled.
"Yeah, I know," sounding like it still hadn't quite sunk in yet.
"We fought for so long over who would be the first to go," giggled Declan.
"You... You mean you had this planned all along?" Riley asked. It was a stupid question really. The twins were constantly scheming such things.
Both twins just giggled between themselves.
There was a long silence between the three boys and they lay there snuggled together. It wasn't an awkward silence. It never was an awkward silence between the three boys. Their silences always felt comfortable, warm, and thoughtful. Their relationship with one another didn't demand constant conversation. They were just as happy to simply be in one another's company.
"You get to do Decky next time," Dylan said. Oh, how he was looking forward to seeing that.
"You guys are just too awesome," Riley said.
"We know," both twins replied at the same time as a perfect duet.
"I mean it. Thank you. You turned a shitty Christmas on my own into something wonderful," Riley said. "I... I..." he hesitated.
"Yeah, we know," Dylan said.
"We love you, too," continued Declan.
Riley blushed a deep red and, although they wouldn't have been able to see him because of the darkness in the room, he was sure they would have felt the heat radiating from his cheeks.
"Guys?" he said with a yawn.
"Yeah?"
"Merry Christmas,"
"Merry Christmas," Declan said.
"Mewwy Chwistmas," said Dylan.
Before long, all three boys were asleep. They visited each other's dreams and dreamt of building snow-boys together, snuggling on the sofa, watching movies and eating mince pies. The three boys really were the best of friends.
Merry Christmas x
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I hope you enjoyed the little Christmas special. I sure had a lot of fun writing it. I actually designed the plot, wrote it, edited, and formatted it in less than 24 hours. So if the spelling/grammar is bad or there are mistakes, then that's my excuse. hehe.
To everyone still awaiting replies to email, I promise I haven't forgotten you and I will get back to you very soon. I've just been writing my ass off recently. However, please keep your incredible emails coming. They are the fuel to my writing.
Wishing all of you a wonderful Christmas.
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A HUGE thank you to those who have contacted me already. Your praises, comments and suggestions mean a lot to me and really make me want to engage more in this whole writing thing. Even if you've already emailed me, then I would still love to hear your comments on this chapter. I reply to all everyone who drops me a line.
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Gingerbread Boy - Andrew Thomas
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