Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2012 16:59:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mirror, Mirror  - 1

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my
imagination. It will include fictitious descriptions of sexual situations
between teen age brothers and their friends. No real boy's were involved.

If material of this kind offends you or you are not age eighteen or older,
then please stop reading Nifty and find some other site. All others please
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Mirror, Mirror


Chapter 1

"It's all your fault!" Bryce said angrily, giving his brother a shove.

It had been a while since fourteen-year-old Cameron Andrews had seen his
identical twin this pissed off.

"The hell it is," Cameron stumbled back a step. He saw the blaze in his
brother's eyes and the pulse of the veins in his neck. Cameron knew chances
were good there'd soon be a fight. "If you'd have gotten home on time like
dad told you, none of this would have happened," he shot back.

"Shut your mouth, or I'll kick your ass! Besides, you're supposed to
respect your elders."

"Yeah, like ten minutes matter!"

Ever since Bryce had found out he was the oldest of the twins, he
frequently had tried to use it against Cameron.

Apparently Bryce had made up his mind where this was going. He gave Cameron
another shove.

This time Cameron was ready and pushed back. With loud grunts, an
occasional curse, and more shoving the match was on. The boys just barely
avoided knocking the lamp off the end table as they tumbled onto the sofa
and then the floor. The boys wrestled like they often did, both knowing it
wouldn't be over until one of them had gained the advantage. Sometimes
Cameron would come out on top and other times Bryce.

Five minutes later Cameron was flat on his back, his arms pinned above his
head, and Bryce sitting on his chest. The two were evenly matched in size,
weight, and strength. Cameron bucked up, twisted violently, and did his
best to throw Bryce off, but his twin didn't budge. Cameron cursed but that
didn't do any good either, Bryce remained astride him dominating and
humiliating him.

"If you'd have called me I could have gotten home on time. So it's all your
fault."

"You've got a watch, and how was I to know Mom and Dad would come home
early?" Cameron spat back.

Bryce bounced up and down a couple of times, intentionally knocking some of
the wind out of his brother. "You little shit," Bryce glared.

All this time the guys hadn't given any thought to the noise they'd been
making.

Before Cameron could answer back, their dad hollered from the top of the
stairs. "Want me to come down there?" His tone was firm, and filled with
menace. It was their dad's usual way of giving them fair warning; stop what
they were doing right now, or risk the consequences.

Both boys froze.

"Get the fuck off me," Cameron whined and pushed up. He'd been careful to
keep his voice low. But he was angry and wanted Bryce to know it.

Bryce gave Cameron another penetrating stare. With their dad just a few
feet away Bryce settled down. He got to his feet and looked toward the
stairs.

Both boys tried to quiet their breathing, waited, and listened. It was one
long minute before they finally heard their dad's footsteps as he turned
and walked away. Cameron was relieved, and judging by Bryce's face, he was,
too.

The brothers exchanged glares before heading toward their respective
bedrooms.

* * * *

"What's up Sox?" Cameron smiled as the black kitten with four white paws
jumped onto the sofa. The cat rubbed against his leg, circled several
times, and then curled up near his foot.

Cameron was trying to do his homework, but his mind was wandering. He was
still thinking about the fight he'd had with Bryce the night before. He sat
with his back against the corner of the worn sectional and balanced his
history text against his knees.

"Quit licking your feet," Cameron chuckled as the cat busied itself with
its tongue.

Sox purred contentedly. Cameron used her antics as a distraction from his
feelings. He wished he and his brother had worked things out, he hated it
when they fought. They were still barely speaking.

Sox started on another paw. There was a click and the sound of a door
opening. Cameron turned to see Bryce walk out of his room.

"You better not," Cameron said softly.

Bryce had been ordered to stay in his bedroom as part of his
punishment. Cameron didn't want him to get into even more trouble.

"I'm bored!" Bryce said in exasperation. He continued on toward the couch.

"Dad said you're grounded for a week." That meant no TV, no computer, and
no cell phone.

Bryce sat on the other side of Sox and scratched the kitten behind her
ear. "I'm going nuts in there," he whispered.  "Next time come home when
dad tells you." Cameron sighed. He didn't want to start another fight, but
this was Bryce's problem and not his.

Bryce gave him a look but didn't respond. A half a minute went by, "So, you
doing your history paper?"

"Yeah, it sucks!" Cameron put his notes in the middle of his book and
closed it.

The boys sat quietly for another moment. Cameron looked at his twin. "It
wasn't worth it, was it?"

"I was just thinking the same thing." Bryce sighed. "If the pizza would
have come sooner I might have made it home on time."

"So, not my fault!" Cameron pointed out.

Bryce grudgingly nodded in agreement.

While Cameron would admit that both he and his brother were pretty good at
bending rules, Bryce was the one most likely to break them.

Bryce was wearing his grey sleep pants and a faded dark blue T-shirt. When
he sat down, Cameron couldn't help but notice the outline of his brother's
dick. Cameron was dressed much the same. Most of the time the boys tried to
dress differently from one another. Being identical twins was confusing
enough without adding matching clothes. They had the same black hair that
hung over their ears. But their mother insisted it be trimmed front and
back to make them look well kept rather than shaggy. Both had the same
penetrating blue eyes, pronounced eyebrows and perfect teeth. Several kids
had told them they looked like the lead guy in High School Musical, except
for different color hair.

"It's like looking in a mirror," Cameron had once said to himself when
looking at Bryce. They were that much alike.

The only difference that anyone could see was the small mark over Cameron's
left eye. The inch long scar was a gift from his brother. Bryce had thrown
a wild pitch in one of their neighborhood baseball games and Cameron hadn't
ducked fast enough. The cut had taken four stitches to close.

"So, besides eating pizza, what did you do?"

Bryce smirked.

"Yeah, right." Cameron rolled his eyes.

"We watched a chick flick."

"She made you do that?" Cameron giggled.

Bryce ran his hand over Sox's back and then reached under her to lightly
tickle her tummy. "Well it was only, like, our third date. Caitlyn's
parents made sure we knew they were in the next room so there wouldn't be
anything else going on."

"So basically you got your ass grounded for nothing." Cameron snickered.

Bryce made a sad face.

The boys looked up at the ceiling as they heard the sound of footsteps. The
main living area was up there. They were in the finished basement. Upstairs
was the kitchen, living room, their sister's bedroom, a guest bath, and
their mom and dad's room with their private bath. The boy's each had a
bedroom downstairs separated by the family room. The remainder of the
basement had a bathroom, shower, sauna, and the laundry room.

"It's Dad," Bryce said softly. The way he looked up it was almost as if he
might be able to see through the plaster.

"Better get your ass back in your room," Cameron whispered.

"A fucking half an hour late. I mean, what's the difference between 10:30
and 10:00?"

Cameron shrugged. "Rules are rules I guess."

Bryce put his head back against the sofa cushion and closed his eyes.

"See you in the morning," Cameron said softly and reached down to pick up
the kitten. "Come on, Sox, time for you to go upstairs."

"I'm gonna pee and then go back to my cell," Bryce groaned.

"Poor baby," Cameron teased.

"Bite me," Bryce said with a touch of attitude. "I fucking hate being
grounded."

* * * *

Bryce closed and locked his bedroom door after his trip to the bathroom. He
couldn't begin to describe how bored he was, and didn't know how he was
going to make it through six more days. Sure he'd be able to eat and sleep
and go to school, but that was about it.

The teen reached into his sleep pants. "Nothing better to do," he thought,
"might as well jack off."

Bryce idly gave his cock a few strokes. His balls were hanging low. He
peeled back his foreskin and gently rubbed his thumb over the soft pink
head. It didn't take long before the shaft grew firm but he stopped playing
with himself before he got totally hard.

Climbing onto his bed he reached up. He could just barely touch the panels
of the suspended ceiling, but he'd learned if he stood on his tip toes he
could lift a panel and ease it to the side. Then as if he was on a
trampoline, Bryce would bounce up and down on his bed a few times making a
grab for the magazine he'd stashed there.

"About time," he muttered to himself snagging the thing on the third
attempt.

Bryce regained his balance on the bed and then playfully flopped down on
his ass. Crossing his legs he got comfortable. He flipped through a few
pages. The centerfold caught his attention but what he really wanted to see
was the action stuff; naked girls, hard guys, lots of sucking and
fucking. Bryce reached back into his pants and stroked. This time he didn't
stop until he was throbbing. He was so hard his dick stood tight against
his stomach.

Scurrying off the bed, Bryce turned off his bedroom lights, pushed his
sleep pants down past his knees and then shrugged them off. Bare-ass he
padded over to his desk and turned on the reading lamp. He adjusted the
light downward and toward the corner. Satisfied he had just enough light to
see the pictures, but not too much to spoil the mood, Bryce climbed back
onto the bed. He pulled the bedspread and blanket back and lay down with
his head on the pillow. Picking up the magazine he turned to his favorite
page. A teen guy with a seven inch dick was holding a cute girl by the
waist and sliding his thing up her ass while she was bent forward over the
back of a sofa.

With the magazine in one hand and his cock in the other Bryce
relaxed. Finally, things were looking up.

"Yeah, stick it in there," Bryce mumbled to himself as he closed his eyes a
few minutes later.

He put down the magazine and reached for his nuts. With one hand stroking
the shaft, he used the other to toy with himself. He rolled his balls back
and forth in the sack, tickled himself just a little lower and even touched
the ring of his ass hole. As the feelings grew Bryce pushed up and thrust
his dick through his tightly closed hand. His breathing grew ragged and he
felt the room getting warmer. He shoved his T-Shirt up, baring his smooth
chest. He twisted his hand and did a kind of swirl thing over his knob. He
used the middle finger of his other hand to once again probe his
ass. Between his finger and the picture of the guy's cock deep in the
girl's butt hole, there was more than enough inspiration to get the job
done.

"Fuck, almost, almost," Bryce grunted softly. His hand was now working his
dick for all it was worth. The good feelings were building. "Just a little
more," he thought and stroked faster.

"Come on," he urged his dick, "fucking shoot it up her ass," he moaned.

Another grunt and Bryce felt the world pause. His eye lids fluttered, he
held his breath. Four hot streams of cum shot into the air before landing
in splatters, some on his belly and stomach. A few more pulls and he
managed to squeeze out the last few drops. They dribbled over his hand and
down the shaft.

Slowly he let out his breath and then sucked in some fresh air. Bryce felt
his heart pounding. He lowered his ass back onto the bed and then playfully
ran a finger through a puddle of pearl-white cream. He took in another deep
breath and settled down.

"I wonder why ass stuff makes me so horny?" he mused as he spread his jizz
further up his chest. He guessed it didn't really matter; he just wondered
that's all. Besides, the main thing was that it felt good.

It was time to clean up. "Fuck!" he groaned as he picked up his
magazine. He'd got some cum on it.

* * * *

Cameron woke in the middle of the night and looked at his alarm
clock. "Three-thirty."

He rolled onto his stomach and pressed the head of his cock into the
mattress. He was hard, really hard. He debated whether to wait until later
on or jerk it off now. His hand went to his cock. He stroked a few times
and lifted up. His bare ass rubbed against the sheet. Once again he
debated, "just his hand or maybe something else?"

Cameron quickly tossed back the covers, climbed out of bed, and headed for
his desk. He reached into the pencil tray in the center drawer and took out
the slim marker. Hurrying back to his bed he reached for the pump bottle of
hand cream on the bedside table. He put a squirt of cream on the rounded
end of the marker and slathered it up and down. Then he pushed some of the
stuff up his butt.

Ass up and head down, Cameron rested on his knees. He reached back and ever
so slowly inserted his homemade sex toy a couple of inches. His ass ring
clenched tight around the intruder. Cameron moved it in and out a few times
before making sure it was anchored deep enough that it wouldn't pop out. He
loved the feel of things in his rear end.

Stretching out, he lay face down on top of his pillow and then spread his
legs. He closed his eyes and reached under himself for his dick. His hole
seemed to be sucking the thing into his rectum. It felt really good. As he
slowly humped the fluffy lump between his legs, his favorite fantasy
unfolded. He was in the shower when Bryce suddenly appeared behind him and
whispered in his ear. "It's going up your butt."

Cameron humped faster and harder. He reached back and pushed and pulled the
thing in his ass. He wished it was Bryce. The more he fucked himself, the
better it felt.

"I wonder why ass stuff makes me so horny?" He thought as he got closer and
closer. "Whatever it is, it sure feels good."

* * * *

Grover Cleveland High School was named after the 22nd President of the
United States. Cameron thought the ancient building looked like it had been
built at the same time. There had been talk for several years of buying
land and building a new school, but with taxes already high, people were
reluctant to vote to raise them further.

"Thanks, Mom," Cameron hollered as he slammed the door to the black SUV.

Bryce was getting out the other side. Their mom often took them to school,
but sometimes their dad would drop them off on his way to work.

"Did you finish your paper?" Bryce asked, adjusting the straps on his
backpack.

"Yeah, but I'm not expecting much of a grade."

"Your grades are always way better than mine. Stop complaining." He
laughed.

The boy's lockers were next to one another. They found out later the
principle had assigned freshmen their lockers alphabetically.

The twins shared three out of the six classes they had each day: History,
English, and Algebra, and twice a week Physical Education. They also had
the same lunch period, but tried to stay with their own groups of friends.

"Looks like Caitlyn is giving you the eye," Cameron sighed as he traded
books and slammed his locker door.

Bryce looked down the hall. "Yeah," he smiled.

Cameron gave the girl one last look. He wasn't sure he liked the idea of a
girl putting the moves on his brother. He didn't like it at all.

* * * *

Bryce closed his locker and headed for his girlfriend. Caitlyn was the same
age as the twins, fourteen, but like most girls was a bit further along
physically. She stood maybe a half inch taller, but it seemed likely she'd
shoot ahead very soon. Her long blond hair hung straight. It would have
been down to her boobs, but she didn't have those yet. Well, they might
have started, but they weren't showing too much. In fact Caitlyn looked
more boyish than some of the other girls.

Bryce smiled as Caitlyn turned back to her locker. That gave him a nice
look at her rear end. She was wearing her favorite jeans which were just
snug enough to show off her butt in a way that always seemed to get a
reaction.

Bryce reached down and adjusted his dick. He was getting hard already, and
school hadn't even started yet.

"Hey," Bryce said softly.

Caitlyn turned. "Hey yourself," she smiled. "Walk me to class?"

"Yeah, sure." Bryce grinned.

Bryce shifted his books from one hand to the other so he could lightly
touch hers. They held hands for a few seconds and quickly stopped when a
teacher looked down the hall.

Bryce moved his books from his side to a place in front. He didn't want the
whole school to see he was so fucking hard he could pound nails.

* * * *

Cameron had invited his friend Aiden over after school. They had a friendly
competition going to see who was best at "Call of Duty 3."

"Where's Bryce?" Aiden asked, lying on his stomach in front of the TV.

"In his room. He got grounded."

"What'd he do?"

"He stayed out past curfew."

Aiden chuckled.

"Should we give him a break?"

Aiden shrugged. "I don't care."

Cameron got up off the floor, went to his brother's room, and invited him
to join them.

"Thanks," Bryce whispered as he came out of his room and took a quick look
up the stairs. "Is dad home yet?"

"Nah, and mom is busy with Abbie."

It looked like this was one of the few times Bryce didn't mind the fact
that they had a ten year old sister.

Cameron offered the controls to Bryce and the game was on.

The contest went back and forth for twenty minutes, but Bryce was
consistently in the lead. Cameron grew more and more annoyed as Bryce
started showing off and giving them attitude. In fact he became down right
obnoxious.

"Okay, that's enough!" Cameron yanked the controller away. "Back to your
room or I'll tell Dad."

Aiden looked at Cameron and then Bryce. He seemed confused.

Cameron tried to see things through Aiden's eyes. They were having fun,
then all of a sudden things changed.

"Is this is one of those brother things?" Aiden asked.

Bryce shot Cameron a killer look. It was tense for a moment. Then Bryce
seemed to back down and got to his feet. "See ya," he said to Aiden and
walked away without glancing at his brother.

* * * *

It was near nine o'clock that evening when Cameron knocked softly on
Bryce's door. "Can I come in?"

A few seconds later there was a click as the lock turned and then Bryce
opened it a crack. "What do you want?" he asked sullenly.

Cameron held up a Fudgesicle. "Thought you might want one."

Bryce's attitude softened and he gave Cameron a faint smile. "How'd you
know?"

Cameron handed the ice cream over and walked in. "Like we always do." He
chuckled.

Much of the talk about twins having the ability to communicate without
words was crap. But Cameron and Bryce had to admit there were times they
just seemed to `know.'

Bryce sat in the middle of his bed, crossed his legs, and started licking
the chocolate treat. Cameron settled in next to him.

"Sorry I kicked you out when we were playing with Aiden."

"It's ok, I was being a little bit of a jerk," Bryce said softly, looking
embarrassed.

"More than a little." Cameron chuckled.

Bryce gave the ice cream several more licks. He was quiet for a few
seconds. "It wasn't your fault I got grounded."

Cameron knew that wasn't an easy thing for his brother to admit. "So,
friends again?" he whispered hopefully.

Bryce paused and then nodded `yes'. "Sorry," he sighed.

Cameron gave Bryce a pleased look. A second later his eyes focused on the
ice cream. "Can I have a bite?" He giggled.

Bryce grinned and held out the stick.

Cameron's eyes twinkled as he took a taste.

* * * *

Hope you like this first chapter. Watch for chapter 2 for more of the
twins. Write me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com with comments or suggestions. Jon