Date: Sat, 8 Feb 2020 16:37:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Terrible Twin Part 1 (Young Friends) I knew a pair of twins growing up and this story is influenced by some conversations I had with one of them. It's got a bit of truth in it as a result (well the truth as told to me). Hope you like it! I've got lots of other stories on my Nifty author page and will be continuing to update my ongoing ones. 'll still keep going on with my other ones and maybe add a few more new ones too. Hope you Please do donate to Nifty to keep this great resource going: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Part 1: We had the nickname "The terrible twins" but really it was my brother Steve, he was the terrible twin, I was the nice calm one. Always cleaning up his messes. I guess in this day and age our names would be mud on social media but this was the late 80s, word got around but not as bad as now! I was twelve minutes older than him, I tried to be the responsible one, acting like the big brother to the tear away little one. He was the "sporty one", I was the "clever one". One of the annoying things about being a twin is that you're always labelled by people who feel the need to decide only one of you can be like that. Steve wasn't thick and I wasn't not sporty, but that's how we were seen. It's not like we were identical either, I had blue eyes he had brown, we didn't even really look like brothers. Another weird thing is that we'd sometimes get asked who had the bigger dick. It's not the sort of question you'd normally ask people but boys we knew would always ask. Back when we were 10 we were the same size wise, now it was hard to say. We'd both started puberty but we didn't exactly parade around naked in front of each other, we also had our own rooms so we had our privacy. Last I'd seen Steve naked he looked ever so slightly bigger than me but not by much. I was over 2 inches soft and 4 inches hard, I guess average for a 13 year old boy athough it's hard to say as I didn't exactly go around measuring everyone else! But when I'd go to the swimming pool I could tell I was doing ok for my age. I had bigger things to worry about than my dick size anyway. Bloody Steve. He was troublesome, he was always getting into scrapes and causing problems, I don't think he meant to but he just got carried away at times. I always tried to fix things afterwards, but it was beginning to get a bit exhausting. It didn't help that I would get tarred by the same brush, parents would call us the terrible twins, not the terrible twin and his nice brother. I just wished he would bloody sort himself out. This latest time he'd massively fucked up. Like the most he'd ever fucked up. And that was saying something. We'd been out in town with one of my best mate's Arron and his older brother Dean. They liked Steve but I was closer to Arron than he was. He was my best mate, but not Steve's. Steve's best mate was a slightly podgy rich boy called Will who I didn't particularly like but had to hang out with sometimes. A strange thing about being a twin is that you end up having your own set of friends to the other twin but they sort of end up being friends with your friends as well so it can get a bit messy. Arron was 13 like us, Dean was 15 years old. They argued a lot but they were good fun. So we'd been in the little arcade behind the chip shop soon after it opened late on Saturday morning. Steve had lost all his money on the fruit machine as usual and stormed off when Arron and I refused to lend him anymore money. "Just a couple of quid. It's ready to pay out, I know it" he said. We'd heard it so many times before and I never saw any money back and I'd had enough and told him no. He stomped off and we just shrugged, typical Steve. Arron and Dean lived with their Gran at weekends and their mum in the week. It was a slightly strange set up but seemed to work for them. They were pretty poor and I was often helping them out, buying sweets and paying for arcade games. I wasn't flush with money but I saved my birthday and Christmas money, and with my pocket money it meant I could help them out. We had a thing between us mates, not just Arron and Dean but the other boys in our football team that hung out together. "Mates Honour". If you said it to someone it meant a sort of unbreakable solemn promise. It couldn't be broken, even if either side wanted to. Sometimes something silly like "If I can run to the other side of the garden before you then you have to run to the church and back in your pants. mates honour". Other times I'd often use it so I could pay for Arron and Dean to have a go at the arcade once they'd spent what little money they had. "I'll pay for five games each for both of you. mates honour". When offered it can't be refused or broken so it was a way of me helping them without them feeling embarrassed, Steve had definitely gone too far this time, stealing money off someone he knew who didn't have any spare. What the fuck was he thinking?! The first I knew of it was a phone call mid afternoon on the day that Steve had stomped off. I'd left Arron and Dean and had come home, Steve was back and sulking in his room. I answered the phone and it was Arron, he sounded pissed off. I asked what was wrong, "Don't worry Tim, it's nothing to do with you. I'm just pissed off at Steve. Put him on, I need to have a chat with him". I called Steve who wouldn't speak on the phone until I'd left the room and shut the door. He was in there for a while. He came downstairs a while later, eyes red, he'd obviously been crying. "I've fucked up Tim, I really fucked up. I was so pissed off at you and Arron today so I sneaked to his Gran's house, I don't know what came over me but she wasn't around,,,,I went into the kitchen...and I er.....I saw her purse and I nicked £30 out of it". He said guiltily. "What?! You fucking idiot. Why? You need to pay it back, now!" "I can't, I spent it on fruit machines and lost it. As usual. I fucked up. James was looking out of the window and spotted me going into the kitchen, he told Mrs Kent and they worked out I'd stolen it". James was Arron and Dean's Gran's neighbours grandson, he was a year older than us and a bit younger than Dean. He often came to stay at weekends. He was a bit older than us and very trustworthy, if he'd seen Steve, well he was bang to rights. I was fuming, he had really done it this time. It got worse. "They're going to tell the police. I'm fucked. I offered to pay them more, do anything to make it go away but they said no". I sighed, here we go again. The thing that really pissed me off was that Arron and Dean's Gran didn't have much money, and he chose to steal from someone who couldn't afford it. Who was also the Gran of one of my best mates. However he was my brother, I would get this fixed. "Stay here. Don't get into anymore fucking trouble. I'll go and get this sorted." I told him exasperated at him, not for the first time. "I owe you" he said. "You certainly do, fucking massively. Try not to be a fucking idiot while I'm gone" I said. I went to get my savings booklet and walked into town, withdrew £50 from the building society so I could pay back the £30 and potentially offer them compensation to drop it. I went over to Arron and Dean's, his Gran welcomed me in. I could see she was angry and upset. "I'm so sorry Mrs Kent for what Steve has done" I said.......