Date: Sat, 30 May 2020 18:13:04 -0500
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Subject: Twin Connection by Cutter09 Gay young friends

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  Twin Connection

  Most people have heard that there is something different about
twins. Some kind of connection that other siblings don't share. It's true,
at least in our case. My twin brother and I.

  Our mother used to show us a video of her sonograms. We were snuggled
together in her womb, seemingly quite content at the close quarters. We
were what they call Monoamniotic-Monochorionic twins, and were not expected
to make it full term without complications, or one or both of us being
defective in some way. That wasn't the case, we even went to thirty eight
weeks gestation, a week longer than average for twins.

  She also told us how we would cry when seperated. Even though they had
two baby beds for us, we would squall until they put us together in one. As
toddlers, we never fought over a toy, playing together quietly without need
of talking.

  She didn't dress us alike, I think so she could tell us apart, but
usually we would run around in nothing but our underwear. As we grew older,
and Dad became more successful, We moved into a larger house, and we were
given our own bedrooms, separated by a shared bathroom.

  Early on in this new arrangement, at age eight, they would find one of us
asleep in the other's bed. Curled up together as if still in the womb. We
still bathed together too.

  Mother thought it was cute that we were so close, Father merely
complained about the unused bedroom. "Why do they need two bedrooms if
they're only gonna use one?" he'd say to Mom. It had been her idea to buy
the larger home.

  "They won't be young forever. Eventually they'll want their own
space. They'll have friends over and not want to share their time with
them. And they will want their own private time as well," she'd say with a
knowing look to Dad. He merely grunted and gave her a nod. It was around
this time that our dad started traveling for his job. Sometimes just out of
state, sometimes out of the country.

  We had friends of course, but didn't invite any to sleep over, and never
went to someone's house unless we were both invited. Which happened a lot,
because they didn't know which one they wanted to invite anyway.

  "Hey Tayler, want to come over after school?"

  "I'm Tyler."

  "Whatever dude, do y'all want to come over?"

  We were always together. We may as well have been conjoined twins. At
home after school, we'd go to our rooms and take off our school clothes,
then spend the rest of the day in just our underwear. Even when watching tv
as a family, we'd be snuggled together on the sofa.

  It didn't matter which way one of us moved, the other adapted to the new
position without complaint. Legs entwined in all manners, arms thrown over
one another, made no difference. Or we could be laying on his bed, head to
toe, playing with our Gameboys. I'd be draped over his legs with my elbow
on his butt. We were together and touching, so we were content.

  At age ten, we discovered masturbation. We had played with each other all
along, but at ten we discovered the end game. In the bath or shower, we'd
stroked each other, and found the pot of gold at the end. Of course the pot
was empty (dry), but we liked it anyway. We were so much alike, it was like
doing it to ourselves, only from a different angle. But our sole intent was
to make the other feel good.

  At eleven, Becky Kraft passed us both a note in school. She didn't know
which one she liked better, so she wanted to be "our" girlfriend. We looked
at each other and shrugged, then turned to her and nodded. For the rest of
the school year, we were "going steady" with Becky. We were a threesome in
elementary school, even though nothing sexual happened beyond kissing.

  In our nightly shower, we would stroke each other, but we didn't mention
Becky while we did it. We'd always had each other, we didn't need a fantasy
of her to get off on.

  In sixth grade, Becky had moved away, and we acquired Caitlyn. She was
more brazen than Becky, and would grope our crotches, separately and
together, neither of us showing any jealousy at her attention. She seemed
to enjoy it, but that was as far as it went between us. Eventually, she
would become the class slut.

  It was around this time that Dad saw us standing in the kitchen, in our
underwear of course, both with obvious morning wood. I say obvious because
by then we were both close to six inches. "You boys are growing up. It's
high time you start sleeping in your own bed," he said, eyeing our
crotches.

  Whenever he was home, we obeyed his rule, and went to sleep in separate
beds. But usually one of us would wake up early and crawl into the other's
bed.  Mom didn't seem to mind if we didn't sleep in our own bed when Dad
wasn't around. Eventually he gave up trying to separate us.

  At almost thirteen, our shower became even wetter, when Taylor had his
first real cum, a week before our birthday. Mine didn't come until a week
after our birthday. As we stood in the tub, I was pointing out the few
droplets emerging from his dick, when I also noticed a couple of hairs
peeking out at the base. I was proud of him, and he enjoyed that. He also
reminded me daily that he was now a man. Well, daily for two weeks, when I
splattered his hand with my own emission. He hugged me and congratulated me
on joining the `Man' club.

  We never fought, though a lot of times I let him take the lead or decide
what we were going to play, or watch on tv, etc. After all, he was the
oldest by a few minutes, and the first to spit out man juice. And although
I never told him, I thought his dick might be a little bigger than mine, no
more than an eighth of an inch, but a little. But we were both growing so
fast it was hard to be sure.

  About seven months after our birthday, our parents planned a trip for
spring break. Dad was going to be out of the country, but would meet us at
Disney World. We were really excited. Until we weren't.

  Just before we were supposed to leave, the trip was cancelled because of
some virus going around. Then we found out school wouldn't be starting up
again after spring break. That same day, Mom said Dad was stuck in a travel
ban, whatever that is, and we were in what she called "Lockdown". She said
we couldn't be around a lot of people, and could only leave the house for
emergencies, and to buy food.

  None of this really bothered us, except for not seeing Dad, and of course
Disney. We had each other to play with so we were fine. Mom seemed a little
stressed about it all though.

  The last night of spring break, Taylor and I walked into the living room
and found her crying. She had a glass of wine too, her fourth since
dinner. "Are you okay, Mom?" I asked.

  She was caught off guard and embarrassed to be seen crying. Shy wiped her
eyes and blew heer nose. "Yeah, baby. Just a little worried about this
mess."

  We sat on either side of her and Taylor said, "Don't worry Mom, we'll be
back in school and out of your hair in no time."

  She put an arm around each of us and drew us in for a hug. "Ah baby, you
two are not the problem. You are my angels." With our heads on her
shoulder, she glanced back and forth at us. "Your father is right, you two
sure have grown a lot. You're not little boys anymore," she noted at seeing
our erections.

  Taylor and I looked at each other and I know he was thinking "Nope, we
shoot cum now." Thankfully he didn't say it. Sometimes things slip out of
his mouth before passing through his brain first. It's one of the few
differences between us.

  With Dad not around, we hadn't worn anything but underwear for over a
week.  We roamed around the house, sort of lost with no schedule to
meet. We played on our laptops, then I'd go to his room and watch him play
on his awhile, then he'd come to my room and watch me, coming in and
kissing the top of my head or just giving my hair a rub. Or we'd text our
friends while sprawled out on the living room floor, our feet tangled
together.

  After we found her crying, it seemed Mom was needier. Every time one of
us passed by her, she'd give us a hug. Or she'd find us laying in bed and
lay beside us, running her hand over our bodies, calling us her angels. Of
course at that age, erections come and go all day. It wasn't unusual for
one or both of us to be erect at any given time, even if she was in the
room. It really didn't bother me, unless she was lying with us, then I was
worried about her hand finding my erection. The thought of being groped by
my mother, even by accident, made my stomach churn.

  I never thought I'd miss being in school, but we were bored out of our
minds. They were limiting the number of people in stores, so we couldn't
even go grocery shopping with her. Being bored, we found other ways of
entertaining ourselves.

  Our house rule was, if a door was closed, knock and wait to be asked to
enter. I think that was because of the times we walked in on our
parents. So our bathtime play was extended to any time of day. One of us
would notice the other with an erection, close the door, and stroke him
off. We didn't need to talk about it, we just did it. No different than any
other touching between us.

  The week after spring break, Tayler and I were laying on his bed, curled
up together as usual. I could see the long lump in his tight underwear. I
glanced at the door to be sure it was closed, then reached for the
waistband. He was used to me doing this for him so he didn't even flinch,
and lifted his hips so I could take his underwear down.

  I had been laying across his hips when I noticed the erection, so it was
right in front of my face when exposed. I stroked it a few times then
looked at his face. He was watching me. I leaned over and took the head
into my mouth.

  Tyler moaned and smiled at me, so I slid further down his shaft. He
reached over and pulled my underwear down, to begin stroking me as I sucked
his dick. It was like I was sucking my own dick, since it was just like
mine, and mine was getting attention at the same time. But I was definitely
doing it for Tayler. I wanted to give my brother pleasure.

  He continued to stroke my cock and I took as much of his into my mouth as
I could get. I palmed his smooth balls as I slid up and down his shaft. He
must have leaked some pre cum, because I had a strange taste in my mouth
suddenly. I had never tasted any so I wasn't sure, but it wasn't bad, so I
kept sucking.

  Tayler was moving his hips, trying to fuck my face. After a couple of
minutes, He put his hand on the back of my head and held on as he unloaded
in my mouth. This triggered my own orgasm, even though he had stopped
stroking me to enjoy his release. He had pushed his cockhead into my
throat, so most of his load went straight to my stomach. When he let go of
my head, his cock dragged over my tongue, giving me a taste of the last few
drops on the way out.

  He looked at me and smiled, communicating the way we always had, without
speaking. His hand rubbed over my head as I moved up beside him, nuzzling
my face against his neck, draping my body over his. We slept that way for
about an hour, only to repeat the process when we awoke.

  We had always been affectionate, but after that first blow job, it was
taken to a different level. One of us always had an arm around the
other. We never spent time alone in our separate rooms. Over the next week,
I sucked his dick probably thirty times or more. Tayler would jerk me off
either during or after I swallowed his cum. He knew he didn't have to blow
me, I was happy just the way it was.

  It's amazing what you can find on Google. The next week, I found what I
needed to know, and what I needed to buy. I told Mom I was going for a
walk. I didn't tell her I was going to the store to pick up supplies. I
knew what I wanted and I was sure Tayler would agree to do it.

  I waited until I heard Mom turn off the television in the living room,
then went to our bathroom to prepare. I don't think Tayler was a bit
surprised when I came back naked and lay on my belly. I handed him the tube
of lube, and held my breath as he slicked up.

  I had used two fingers there to stretch myself a bit, but that wasn't
nearly as wide as Tayler's cock. He tried to be gentle, entering me as
slowly as possible when you're a horny thirteen year old. His fat knob
squeezed in, and I felt his weight on my back. He pushed slowly into me,
and I grunted and groaned, but didn't stop him. I could feel his fat flesh
tube working its way deeper inside me, as he flexed his hips down at my
waiting hole.His heavy balls mashed against my perineum, and I knew he was
seated in me completely. Tayler withdrew slowly and pushed back in again
drawing a moan from me. Twice more his slow thrusts caused me to moan
loudly.

  "Sshh, Mom will hear you," Tayler said as he placed his hand over my
mouth.

  He began stroking in earnest, his cock scraping the walls of my tight
chute, and I knew I was right in wanting this. I raised my hips a little to
make sure I was receiving all of my twin's cock.

  "Do you like it?" he whispered in my ear.

  "Mm hmm," I moaned into his palm.

  "I'm glad. I love being inside you."

  An image flashed into my head. I wondered if there were ever conjoined
twins connected as we were right then. I chuckled, and Tayler did too. He
probably had the same thought.

  He continued fucking me, drawing out and pushing in qickly, giving me
long strokes of his thck cock. It's as close as you can get to fucking
yourself. Knowing just what to do when. I buried my face into the pillow to
muffle my moans of pleasure. Tayler pushed in deep and held it there as I
felt his cock pulsing inside me. I squirted on the sheets at the same time.

  Tayler lay on my back, breathing heavy. "I love you Tyler," he said and
kissed my shoulder.

  The next morning, we didn't get out of bed. Tayler fucked me twice more,
and we were doing it again when Mom knocked on the door, and came in.

  "You boys need to get up, it's almost noon."

  Tayler was behind me with his cock buried inside my butt. I guess she
just thought we were asleep like that. It certainly wouldn't be unusual for
us. Fortunately the sheet covered us to our chest.

  Before we started fucking, we had always jerked off in the shower, and
the cum would wash down the drain. Or we'd catch it in a tissue if we
weren't in the shower. If we fucked with me face down or spooning, I'd cum
all over the sheets. I'm sure some leaked out of my used hole too. By the
end of the first week, the sheet was pretty crusty.

  At dinner, Mom said, "I know you boys are growing up,but you have to wash
your own sheets from now on. I don't even want to touch them."

  Tayler and I looked at each other and started laughing.

  "It's not funny. What are y'all doing, having some sort of competition or
something? It's silly. You're exactly alike so there couldn't be a winner."

  We almost fell out of our chairs laughing. "Actually Mom, we both win,"
Tayler finally said.

  "So I nnoticed. Well, just don't wear those things out. And you're still
washing your own sheets."

  We didn't mind, it was worth it for all the fun we were having. Not just
fun, the caring and closeness was part of it. It was like we were back in
the womb cuddled together, closer than any siblings could be.

  "Do you think we're gay?" Tayler asked a few days later.

  "I like what we're doing. I don't know if I'd like it with anybody
else. I guess I'd have to try it to find out."

  "You really like it? I mean... I don't know if I want a dick in my
butt. I will if you want to though."

  "You don't have to worry. I like letting you do me."

  One day , Mom found out we were supposed to be doing classes online. We
had already missed about a week, but we caught up quickly. The problem was
it cut into our fucking time. Every week day, ten to two, we always had at
least one fuck during that time. Oh well, we still did it three or four
times a day.

  It had gotten a lot easier for me. With a little lube, my butt opened
right up for Tayler, and he could do it as hard as he wanted. I loved it.

  One day, Mom just walked in my room, without knocking first. Tayler was
on my back with his cock buried deep inside me. Luckily he heard the door
open, and stopped moving up and down on my back. Mom sat on the bed right
next to us, oblivious to what was going on under the sheet that covered us.

  "Boys, your father isn't coming home anytime soon. I just found out he's
been in town for over a week and has been lying to me saying he was still
banned from travel."

  I could hear in her voice she was very upset. I nudged up at Tayler to
get him to move off me. Noticing her emotional state, Tayler rolled off and
sat beside Mom, his erection standing tall in his lap. He put his arm
around her. She put her head on his shoulder and began to sob. I crawled to
her other side, keeping the sheet at my midsection, though it did little to
hide my hard cock. She placed an arm around each of us, and sort of shifted
back and forth between us, crying.

  "Don't cry, Mom I'm sure he has a good reason," I said trying to console
her.

  "Oh, he has a good reason alright. And I know her name."

  Then she looked at Tayler's erection, then at the tent under the sheet in
my lap. She slowly turned her head to look at the bed where we had been
copulating when she entered. Her eyes flew open, and I could see her
expression change as things formulated in her mind.

  She stood up abruptly. "I can't deal with this right now. Open a window
and air out this room. It smells like... Just open a window." Then she
stormed out.

  "What should we do?" Tayler asked.

  "Finish fucking me, then open the window."

  As I assumed the doggy position, I noticed Tayler's dick was glistening
with lube. No wonder she figured it out.

  Mom never said anything about what she discovered that day, mostly
because she had other things on her mind. She hadn't been completely honest
with us. Not only was Dad not coming home, he had filed for divorce, and
was living with another woman.

  He had planned to tell Tayler and I during the Disney trip, but that was
cancelled. So, the first we heard of it, was when Mom told us that Dad
wanted to see us. We were going to spend the weekend with him.

  He picked us up Friday afternoon. We stopped at McDonald's for a
snack. When we sat down, Dad started.

  "I guess you boys are wondering what's going on. I want to be completely
honest with you and hope you won't judge me too harshly. When your mom was
pregnant I had an affair with Julie. I'm not proud of what I did, and I
make no excuses. It was wrong and I admit it. But the thing is, I loved her
too. And to make matters worse, she got pregnant. I tried to do the
honorable thing and support her. And as time went on I visited them and
found I still had feelings for her. Of course your mom found out and gave
me a ration of shit about it, but I couldn't abandon them. Over time, your
mom has pushed me further away, and Julie has been there for me. So, I
haved moved on, and it's time for you boys to meet her and your brothers."

  "Did you say brothers? As in more than one?" I asked in shock.

  "Yes. Julie had twins just like you guys, only six months younger. Their
names are Gary and Jerry."

  "Do they look alike too?" Tayler asked.

  "Yes, they're identical twins, like you. But not
Monoamniotic-Monochorionic twins so they're not quite as close as you two
seem to be."

  If only he knew just how close we really were. The rest of the time
there, he spent fielding questions from us about our siblings. By the time
we reached their house, we felt like we already knew them. They had known
about us for a long time, considering the situation.

  Julie was a pretty woman, and I could see why Dad was attracted to
her. And to be honest, Mom had let herself go some. Julie was slender and
had a warm smile. She seemed to be a loving and nurturing mother too.

  Gary and Jerry were just a little shorter than us, with lighter hair
too. But it was easy to see the resemblance between us all. I guess we look
like Dad a lot and so do they. And they were dressed alike.

  "Tayler, you'll be in Gary's room, and Tyler will bunk with Jerry," Dad
instructed.

  The brothers grabbed our hands and led us to their rooms. The bedrooms
were mirror images of one another just like the boys. Identical furnishings
and computers etc.

  "I'm so excited to finally meet you. Here, I cleared out this drawer for
your things. Do you have your own room at your house? Dad says you guys are
really close. Gary and I are close too, but Dad says you're
closer. What..."

  "Slow down, Jerry," I chuckled. Yes we have our own rooms, but we are
very close so we share a lot," I answered as I put my things in the drawer.

  "Gary and I sometimes finish each other's sentences. Do you do that too."

  "Only when we talk to other people. To each other, we hardly have to talk
at all. We usually know what the other is thinking."

  "That is so fucking cool. But you don't dress alike, why?"

  "Mom prefers we didn't. Sometimes we do on accident though, and she'll
ask one of us to change. But since the lockdown, we hardly wear anything
but our underwear most of the time."

  "You wear just your undies around your mom? What if you get a stiffy?
Wouldn't you be embarrassed for her to see it?"

  "We've always done it, and she's seen us plenty. Of course lately we've
grown a lot, so it embarrasses her more than us, I think."

  "Yeah, we've both grown a lot lately too. We even have hair and
everything. You guys are older, so I guess you have hair too?"

  "Yeah, for awhile now."

  "And do you shoot too?"

  "Yeah, about the same time the hair started coming in. You?" I was
beginning to get curious about our brother's development in other ways.

  "Same," he answered with a devilish smile.

  I thought about asking if his brother did too, but I didn't want to put
him on the spot and admit he knew if he did.

  "This is going to be fun. I've never had an older brother, well I have,
but not really. You know what I mean?"

  "Well now you have two."

  "Actually three. Gary is older than me by about twenty minutes."

  "I've never had a younger brother. Tayler is older than me by about the
same. Now I have two younger brothers."

  "Weird, huh? Mom told us about you two years ago. Did you know about us?"
Jerry asked.

  "No. I don't think my mom knew so Dad couldn't tell us, I guess. Sorry."

  "It's okay. We're together now, that's all that matters. Hey! I think
Mom's planning fried chicken for dinner. She makes really good fried
chicken. Do you like fried chicken?"

  I was learning that Jerry is a little magpie. "Yeah, I love fried
chicken."

  Tayler and Gary came in. They seemed to be getting along well too. Gary
mentioned something about Jerry talking too much and I couldn't suppress my
laugh.

  Julie's fried chicken was good, along with everything else she cooked. I
hate to say she's a better cook than my mom too.

  "I have no trouble telling my boys apart, but you two are exactly
alike. Which is which."

  "It doesn't matter, tell one something, you might as well be telling them
both," Dad informed her.

  She was right, though. It was easy to see the differences in Gary and
Jerry even though they were identical twins. There was something different
around their eyes, and Jerry was a little thinner looking, or maybe it was
paler. Anyway I could tell them apart.

  After dinner we watched a movie. Us four boys all on one sofa, with me
and Jerry in the middle and Tayler next to me on one end and Gary next to
Jerry on the other end.

  At bedtime, I realized that I'd be sharing a bed with Jerry. I had never
shared a bed with anyone except Tayler. But it was interesting to note that
when Jerry undressed to his briefs, he looked like Tayler and I did six
months before. I mean his bulge looked like ours did.

  "Wow, I hope mine and Gary's looks like that in six months," Jerry
mentioned.

  "You probably will," I encouraged.

  He jumped under the covers and said, "Hurry up. I want to talk."

  Well there's a surprise, he's talked nonstop since we arrived. I didn't
keep him waiting though, and slipped in beside him.

  "Were you surprised to find out about us? What did you say when Dad told
you? How did he tell you?"

  "Surprised? No. More like shocked shitless. He just explained his
situation and about you two. I only said `Brothers, as in more than one?'
He said `Twins just like you guys.' So I was pretty excited to meet you."

  I noticed that Jerry was rocking his foot back and forth. He seemed to be
moving constantly.

  He turned onto his side to face me. "So, do you have a girlfriend? Have
you kissed her? Oo, have you touched her titty?

  "Damn... Are you always this hyper?"

  "Yeah pretty much especially when I'm excited. Mom calls me `the kinetic
chatterbox'. So, do you have a girlfriend?"

  "We used to, but not now."

  "We? You and Tayler?"

  "Yeah, we share just about everything."

  That seemed to slow him down. At least he stopped moving for a minute.

  "Have you two done anything? I mean, like with her?"

  "Nothing to speak of."

  "What about with each other?" he half whispered.

  I just looked at him questioningly.

  "I mean... well, sometimes me and Gary do stuff."

  I just continued to look at him. I knew he'd tell me more, he can't help
himself.

  "Ok, look... You're my brother, so I can tell you. Sometimes me and Gary
play with each other. I've even sucked him a few times. Have you ever had
your dick sucked? It's really great. You should try it. I could do it for
you if you want."

  I was willing to stick my dick in his mouth just to get him to stop
talking for a minute. I didn't answer, I just pulled the front of my briefs
down, and he was on it like flies to shit. I think I'm going to like having
a little brother, even if he talks too much. At least now I know how to
shut him up.

  He bobbed on it for a couple of minutes then pulled off. "I ain't ever
sucked one this big. You're a lot bigger than Gary."

  I would later learn that Tayler was getting the same treatment from
Gary. While Jerry sucked me, I reached over and fondled his dick. He
quickly shimmied out of his underwear without releasing my cock from his
mouth. I stroked my little brother's dick while he tried to deep throat
mine. I think he was surprised by how much cum I shoot, but he held on like
a trooper, and swallowed every bit.

  He came up smacking and licking his lips and said, "Damn that was
good. You shoot a lot more than Gary does."

  I went down to take his smaller dick in my mouth. It reminded me of
Tayler's a few months ago. He only lasted about a minute before giving me
his cream.

  "Aw man, that was good. Have you done that before?"

  "Maybe."

  "Come on, you can tell me. We're brothers."

  Go to sleep Jerry."

  In the morning, Tayler and I went into the bathroom together to relieve
our bladders. "Did you get a blow job last night?" He asked me.

  "Yeah, did you?"

  "Yeah. They play with each other all the time. Gary hasn't fucked Jerry
yet, but he wants to."

  "I wonder if he'll stop talking when he has a dick in his butt," I
laughed.

  Julie made pancakes for breakfast, they were really good. While we were
eating Dad mentioned that we would be staying with them every other weekend
until the divorce is final. Probably after the divorce too, but that was up
to the judge.

  Julie said, "Maybe we should look for a bigger house."

  The four of us said in unison, "No. We don't mind sharing. We're
brothers."

  Dad and Julie seemed pleased that we were all getting along well enough
to feel that way. I'm sure we all had ulterior motives.

  We played pictionary, with one parent and one half of each set of twins
on each side. It was so evenly matched it was laughable. Unfortunately for
Gary, Tayler, and Dad, Julie is a good artist and fast. We won by a hair.

  Part of the fun was watching Dad. I had never seen him so animated and
relaxed. He was not like that at home. Or I guess I should say around
Mom. The interaction between Julie and Dad was a lot more loving. You could
see it, and feel it in the atmosphere. I guess I can't blame Dad for
leaving, and at least he didn't abandon Tayler and I. Every once in a while
Tayler and I would just look at one another, and I knew he was thinking the
same thing. We were both glad to see Dad happy.

  That night Tayler and I switched rooms. He said Gary needed practice
before fucking Jerry for the fist time. Gary was waiting for me, already
lubed up. Once he got in me, he was so excited he didn't last long. It felt
nice, not as big a Tayler, but nice. When he shot his load in me, I made
him blow me to finish me off. It was a good lesson for him to learn. Both
parties involved should enjoy the sex act. Afterwards, we cuddled together
and went to sleep. I felt comfortable with him, almost as much as with
Tayler.

  The next day I asked Tayler how his night went. "Man, that boy never shut
up unless my dick was in his mouth." I had to wonder if Jerry did it just
to get that result.

  Dad took us home Sunday afternoon. I took one look at Mom and knew she'd
had a bad weekend. Later I noticed an empty liquor bottle in the trash.

  Her first words to us were "So, I suppose you met that woman."

  As I said before, Tayler sometimes doesn't let things pass through his
brain before letting it out of his mouth.

  "You mean Julie? Yeah, I think she's nice. I really like her."

  I wanted to grab him and get him out of the line of fire, but it was too
late. Mom's face turned to red stone, and venom was shooting from her eyes.

  "What!! She's a home wrecking bitch. Go to your room!"

  I followed Tayler to his room, and we locked the door. Two minutes later,
he was buried in my butt. "Gary's going to fuck Jerry... Would you mind if
I fucked him too next time we're there?" he asked while slowly drawing in
and out of me.

  "You let him fuck me... mmm ... so I guess it's only fair." I replied
between moans.

"Did you like it?"

  "Not as ... much as ... Mmm ... when you do it."

  "We talked about it. Gary and I. We're going to take turns fucking you
and Jerry."

  I kinda liked hearing that they talked about fucking us. By the time we
went back two weeks later, Gary had taken Jerry's cherry. Since he had been
fucking Jerry all that time, I slept with Gary and Tayler slept with Jerry,
both nights. Gary fucked me four times that weekend, Tayler fucked Jerry
five times.

  The next visit, Tayler took Gary's ass, and I fucked Jerry, two nights. I
offered to let Jerry do me, but he says he only wants to be on bottom. Poor
guy, we're really going to take advantage of that.

  Because it was Memorial Day weekend, we stayed an extra night. Dad let us
set up a tent in the backyard, and all four of us slept together out
there. We didn't get much actual sleeping done though. Tayler, Gary, and I
took turns fucking Jerry. He loved it. Then Tayler fucked me, and then I
sucked Jerry while his twin fucked me. It was a sexual free for all. And it
was fun sleeping all cuddled together.

  Mom had been drinking heavily since the business with Dad started. What
we didn't know was that she had also started meeting guys online. While we
were at Dad's other house, she went out, probably getting laid.

  Dad took us home Memorial Day afternoon. Mom wasn't there when we
arrived. It was odd when you consider most businesses were closed due to
either the lockdown, or the holiday. She still hadn't come home at eleven
o'clock that night, so we called Dad.

  To make a long and painful story short, Mom's body was found two days
later at the garbage dump. While my twin and I were fucking our younger
siblings, Mom was being murdered. She had been dead since Saturday.

  So now we live with Dad and Julie. The last few days have been sad for
Tayler and I, but we have each other. There is a definite connection
between us, and a different connection with our twin siblings. Dad and
Julie never know who is going to be in which bed when they wake us in the
mornings.

  Julie caught Tayler fucking Jerry yesterday morning. But when she checked
the other room, Gary was fucking me. So she didn't think of it as being the
older twins taking advantage of her younger ones. She had a long talk with
us individually, and I'm sure it was rather enlightening for her. She must
have told Dad, because he was really quiet at dinner last night. He became
aware of just how connected we are.

  The End
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