Date: Fri, 18 Sep 2015 00:48:35 +0100
From: Roger McAlister <mcalisterroger@gmail.com>
Subject: Dream Twins: Part Three

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Alison lay in her bed with her husband, Andy, unaware of what was going on
in their boys' bedroom. They were reading. She was reading a novel on her
Kindle and he was reading a current affairs magazine. Alison put her Kindle
down.

`What's up?' Andy asked, sensing something was wrong.

`Nothing. I'm just thinking about the boys.'

`What about them?'

Andy and Alison were a couple who had no secrets from each other. She took
a deep breath. `While you were out earlier today, we had'—she struggled to
find the right words—`a couple of incidents.'

`What kind of incidents?' Andy asked.

`Well, for a start, Jack flashed me.'

`Flashed you?' he said, smiling.

`Well, sort of,' Alison said. `I was in my study talking to Doug about
painting the boys' room, and Jack came in from the bathroom in his towel.
He adjusted his towel in front of me and, well, let's just say I got an
eyeful. It was as if he did it on purpose. I think he wanted me to see him
naked.'

Andy laughed. He knew what Jack was like. `That sounds like Jack,' he said,
continuing to read his magazine. 'I wish I could have seen that.' It was
the first time he had said anything like that about his sons. He had
fantasised about the boys since the time the had grown incredibly hot,
around their fourteenth birthday. But he had not seen them fully naked
since they were very young and he had not told Alison about his sexual
attraction towards them. He gave his hardening cock a tug.

Neither Andy's comment nor his growing cock were lost on Alison, but she
ignored them for the moment. `Then,' she continued, `just before lunch, I
knocked on the boys' door and Jack told me not to come in. He said he was
changing. I thought that was a bit odd, given that he didn't seem to mind
me seeing him naked earlier. But then, when I went in, he was only in his
underwear and a t-shirt. And,' she paused. `This is a bit delicate. I
noticed he had an erection.'

`An erection?' Andy asked. `Did he not try to cover it up?'

`He did, with his towel.' Alison said. `But I was about to do a washing, so
I asked him to give me his towel. When he threw it over I saw that he was
hard. It made me wonder what they were doing before I went in. Both of them
looked guilty.'

`Maybe they were watching porn,' Andy suggested.

`That's the thing. They didn't have a laptop or iPad on. I suppose they
could have been looking at stuff on their phone.'

`Or doing stuff with each other,' Andy said, giving his cock another tug.

`They wouldn't,' Alison said, shocked at what her husband had suggested.
`Would they?'

`I was joking. Alison, they're nineteen-year-old boys. It happens. He's
probably embarrassed about it, hence the guilty face.' He went back to
reading his magazine.

`You're right. But actually that's not what's really troubling me.' She
paused for a long tome.

`Go on,' Andy said, turning the page of his magazine. `What's troubling
you?'

`I'm going to tell you something that's difficult for me to say. Please
don't be mad, Andy. We've always been open about everything, and I want to
be open with you about this. But it's difficult'

`Why would I be mad? What's wrong?'

`I've been getting more and more turned on by our sons.' Alison left that
hanging while it sunk in. It was the first time she had explicitly admitted
it to herself and she had simultaneously admitted it to her husband, who
didn't know what to say. `Not in a sexual way, obviously,' she added,
breaking the long silence. `I just like looking at their bodies. They're
good-looking boys.'

`I know what you mean,' Andy said. He put down his magazine, which he had
been staring at but not reading while his wife confessed. `I don't think
there's anything wrong with admiring their bodies. Hell, I can admire their
bodies. You're right, they've got great bodies. To tell you the truth, I
don't think there's any harm in admitting that they are sexually
attractive. We've produced two fine-looking boys.'

`I'm relieved—and slightly amazed—that you see it that way,' Alison said.
`It's just making me slightly uncomfortable.'

`Maybe we should ask them to cover up more around the house,' Andy said.

Alison moved on to her side and looked at Andy. `I wouldn't want that,' she
said. `What I mean is it would draw attention to the fact that we had given
it a thought or that we are bothered about it. Plus, I like the fact that
they feel comfortable around us, comfortable enough to be practically naked
most of the time, in just their boxer briefs. God, they look cute in those
boxer briefs.'

`You're right, those boxer briefs look amazing on them. They look so cute
cute. We're lucky they like walking around in them for us to see. I don't
see this as a problem, though. You--we--like looking at them. But it's only
looking.'

'That's the problem, Andy,' she said. 'I'm not sure I can handle just
looking. I've already taken it further than I would have thought I would
go. When I'm gathering the boys' clothes for the wash, I've started
sniffing their boxer briefs. I take a couple of pairs to our bedroom or my
study and get myself off sniffing the crotch region of their underwear. I
know it's so wrong, but it's so good. Sometimes there are smears of cum or
precum.''

'That's pretty kinky, even for you, darling,' Andy said. 'Now I need to do
something about this.' He grabbed his cock and shook it. Alison pulled the
covers off, slipped her pyjama bottoms off, and climbed on top of her
husband. They had another round of passionate sex while they talked about
their sons, with Alison describing the beauty of Jack's cock.

Once they had both climaxed, they kissed good night and turned the lamps
off. As they were drifting off to sleep, however, they heard the sound of
an argument coming from Jack and Doug's bedroom. It was unusual for the
boys to argue. Surprisingly, perhaps, they usually got on so well. Alison
and Andy could not hear what they were arguing about.

`Christ, it's after midnight,' Alison moaned, looking at the time on her
phone. `Go and tell them to be quiet and get to sleep. Whatever it is
they're arguing about can wait until the morning.'

Andy threw the covers off and walked bare foot out to the hall. As he moved
down the hall towards the boys' room, their voices got louder and clearer.
He realised they weren't arguing at all. He heard laughter and shouts and
moans. These sounds would have been warning signs, if he had known what to
listen out for. Instead, he assumed they were absorbed in some PlayStation
game. Unlike Alison, Andy rarely, if ever, knocked before entering his
sons' room, and they did not have a lock on their door. He turned the
handle, opened the door, and was stopped dead in his tracks.

His twin sons were completely naked and Jack was balls deep in Doug. Andy
stared at the boys for a moment. The phrase 'a rabbit caught in caught in
the headlights' had never been more apt: these rabbits had been caught.
Jack slipped out of Doug and his dad caught a glimpse of their cocks before
he stepped back out of the room and slammed the door shut. He quickly
walked back to his own bedroom, where Alison was still in bed with the
lights turned off. He made his way back into bed and pulled the covers over
himself.

`That shut them up,' Alison said in the dark. `What were they arguing
about?'

Andy was in a stunned trance. He couldn't process any thoughts. `I didn't
give them a chance to say,' he managed to say. `Hopefully whatever it's
about they've got it out of their system.' After a short while, he realised
his cock was rock hard again. He also realised he needed to tell Alison
what he had seen.

'Actually, Alison,' he said in the darkness, 'they weren't arguing at all.
They were fucking. I caught Jack fucking Doug in the missionary position,
kissing while they fucked.'

Alison snapped the lamp switch on and looked at Andy with a horrified
expression. 'Oh my god,' she said. 'This is serious? This is serious. Oh my
god.'

'I know. I'm not sure what to think.'

'Should we go and speak to them?'

'Not tonight,' he replied. 'We need to approach this issue with cool heads,
not in the heat of the moment. Let's sleep on it.'

'Should we tell them it's wrong and they need to stop?'

'That's what I mean. We need to think about it. I don't think it's
necessarily wrong. I used to jack off with my cousin when we were small,
admittedly much younger than Jack and Doug, and admittedly jack off buddies
is a very different thing from fuck buddies. But I think the same principle
applies: the danger is if it is a serious relationship, but casual stuff is
less of a problem.'

'I suppose given what we have just discussed we would be hypocrites if we
told them off for being attracted to each other,' Alison said. She lay back
down in bed. 'This is all a shock. You're right we should sleep on it and
discuss it again in the morning.' She put the lamp back off. Andy did not
do anything about his erection, and he eventually fell asleep.

Meanwhile, after their dad had slammed the door shut, Jack and Doug had
been cursing at getting caught. Their voices trembled with panic. 'Fuck,'
one would say. 'Shit,' the other would say. 'Fuck.' 'Shit.' They continued
this while they put their boxer briefs back on and climbed into their beds.
The lay in silence as their hearts raced. Eventually Doug spoke.

'We shouldn't have got so carried away,' Doug whispered. 'You were way too
loud, Jack.'

'I was too loud? You were moaning like a bitch.'

'Only 'cause you were pounding my ass.'

'Fair enough,' Jack said. 'What do you think dad's going to do?'

'Things'll never be the same,' Doug said. 'I'll never be able to look him
in the eye again.'

'Maybe we could tell him we were trying to find out if you were gay or
not,' Jack said.

'Me? Find out if I was gay?' Doug asked, raising his voice before
remembering that he needed to be quiet. 'Both of us were experimenting,' he
whispered again.

'Fine then,' Jack replied. 'That's what we'll say. We were experimenting.
It was nothing serious and it won't happen again.'

They both fell silent, both hoping that it would happen again.