Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2012 18:11:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mirror, Mirror - Chapter 7

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between teen age brothers and their friends. No real boy's were
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coincidental.

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Mirror, Mirror

Chapter 7

Bryce was in his bedroom. He'd finished the last of his homework, gathered
up his papers, and stuffed them into his knapsack. He thought back to when
Ashley, the cute freshman cheerleader, had stopped by his locker. He really
didn't know her very well. They only shared one class and she had a
different group of friends from his.

As he flopped down onto his bed, Bryce thought about what she had been
wearing. He loved her cheerleader outfit. The deep red skirt and top was
trimmed with white piping. The school logo, `The Warriors' was sewn onto
the back. The name and accompanying picture wasn't culturally
sensitive. The stylized outline of a Native American Indian had been the
topic of a lot of school board meetings. The image of an Indian wearing a
war bonnet didn't sit well with quite a few people. There were angry folks
on both sides of the debate as to whether the name should be changed. In
the end the board had decided that the name would stay, but the logo would
be updated. The new design was only a little bit less offensive.

As far as Bryce was concerned, the best part of the whole thing was that no
one had suggested changing the outfits themselves. The short skirts hadn't
even been mentioned. Bryce closed his eyes and thought how hot Ashley
looked in hers. The entire cheerleading squad knew what they were doing
when they did a cheer and kicked their feet high above their heads. They
intentionally wanted to tease the boys with a quick look to get them fired
up.

Bryce opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. His favorite porn magazine
was hidden just a few feet away. But since the accident he hadn't been
steady enough on his feet to stand on his bed and get it. He'd never given
little things like that much thought before, but now even small tasks were
sometimes a big deal.

Cameron was in his room. Bryce knew all he needed to do was call and his
twin would come and help him. For weeks his brother had never been far
away. In fact sometimes he was a little too close. Still, he was more than
willing to do whatever Bryce asked and that was nice. He wondered if other
kid's brothers would have helped out like that. "Maybe it's because we're
twins," he mused.

Thinking about the last couple of months, Bryce was embarrassed by just how
much Cameron had helped him. "He even wiped my butt once," he thought,
thinking of the many long hours Cameron had spent at the hospital and the
rehab facility. Cameron had offered to do a lot of things the nurses would
normally do.

Bryce looked up at the ceiling once again and counted, six tiles from the
right wall was where it was hidden. "I guess after having wiped my ass he
wouldn't mind helping me get my jerk off stuff."

Bryce climbed off his bed and walked to his door. "Cam? Would you come help
me?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute," Cameron hollered back.

* * * *

"Where'd you get this?" Cameron chuckled after having moved the ceiling
panel to the side and bouncing on the bed until he could reach the slick
porn magazine.

"Jason Phillips."

"Where'd he get it?"

"His older brother bought it for him."

"So how'd you get it?"

"Saved my allowance and paid him twenty bucks." Bryce smiled.

Cameron flipped through a few pages. "You guys must like asses." He
laughed, "In half these pictures the girls are getting it up the butt."

Bryce turned a little pink and Cameron chuckled.

"Thanks," Bryce said when Cameron finally handed it to him.

Cameron gave his brother an amused look. "Call me when you're done! I'll
hide it again."

This time Bryce's ears turned from pink to red. The way Cameron had said,
`when you're done,' made it sound like something dirty. "No law against a
kid jacking off," he thought. But he knew he was still blushing.

* * * *

Bryce looked through the magazine, spending more time on each of his
favorite pictures. He slowly tugged on his dick until he felt he'd gotten
hard enough. The slender rod was fully engorged and the soft head was deep
pink. He reached lower and found his nuts were hanging a bit lower than
usual. He figured after not doing it for almost a week they must be really
full.

Rolling over onto his stomach, he dropped the magazine and got busy. He
closed his eyes and imagined Ashley in her cheerleader outfit. He thought
of her kneeling on the back seat of his mom's SUV facing the rear
window. He'd be on his knees right behind her with his arms on either side
gripping the edge of the seat. He'd lean forward and it would cause Ashley
to bend at the waist. Her ass would push back against him. That's when he'd
whisper, "Pull down your panties."

Ashley would giggle and pull the soft cotton things down enough that he
could get at her slit. He'd lick her ear and she'd spread her legs a little
further apart. Rubbing the head of his cock up and down her cleft he'd coat
the thing with her juices. She'd whimper. Then, when it was time, he'd
softly ask "Can I put it in your butt?"

Bryce tugged on his cock as his fantasy played out. He'd look down at
Ashley's perfect ass, pull her cheeks apart, and then watch as the head of
his cock penetrated her tightly clenched rosebud.

"Oh," she'd sigh as he'd slowly push inch after inch of his cock up her
rear end.

The images in Bryce's mind grew increasingly more detailed and hotter. With
his cock deep in her butt, he'd fuck her. He'd fuck her hard, and she'd
love every minute of it.

Bryce's hand moved faster as his dream played out. He could almost feel her
tight asshole milking his dick.

Before long Bryce felt the tingle starting.

"Fuuuuck, take my cum!" he groaned softly, imagining he was shooting his
stuff up the cute cheerleader's butt. He'd squirt one stream after another,
filling her. He wouldn't stop until his balls were completely empty. Then
with his cum leaking out of her hole, he'd fuck her a little more.

The bed squeaked as Bryce pounded away. It didn't take much more and he
dumped his load. In the end his hand, his stomach, and the sheets were a
gooey mess.

Bryce sighed and took in a deep breath. He wondered if anything that good
would ever happen in real life.

After a couple of minutes to recover, Bryce crawled over to the other side
of the bed and reached under the mattress for the rag he kept hidden there.

"About time I tossed this in the wash," he thought once he'd finished
cleaning himself up.

Satisfied everything was in place and there wasn't any tell tale evidence,
he pulled his sleep pants back on and struggled to put on a T-shirt. Even
after weeks of therapy his left arm still wasn't fully cooperating.

When he'd finished dressing, Bryce picked up his magazine and headed for
his brother's room.

"Maybe it's time to find another place to hide this," he thought,
"someplace easier for me to get to."

* * * *

The next morning, Bryce was a little ahead of Cameron as the two came down
the hall for the start of school. Bryce smiled when he saw that Ashley was
already waiting by his locker.

"What's she doing here?" Cameron asked, sounding a little annoyed.

"She offered to help me and I said yes," Bryce said eagerly as he closed
the distance.

Ashley smiled and reached for Bryce's books when he held them out to her.

Cameron, however, was just a touch quicker and snatched them before she
could. "We're in the same first period class," Cameron said coldly. "I'll
carry them."

Bryce looked up, surprised by Cameron's brusque tone. "But," he stuttered.

"She can help you third period," Cameron said dismissively. The way he said
it he basically told both Bryce and Ashley the matter was settled.

"Um, okay," Ashley said softly. "See you then," she smiled at Bryce.

"Uh, yeah, see you later."

Ashley turned and headed down the hall.

"What the fuck was that all about?" Bryce asked with irritation. He didn't
like the way Cameron had just treated the girl he hoped to get to know
better.

Cameron didn't answer. He grabbed his books and slammed the locker
shut. "Time to go," he said in a very business like way.

Bryce gave Cameron a long look as Cameron took off down the hall.

* * * *

Several days past and the tension between the twins over Ashley continued
to build. Every time Cameron saw Bryce with her he got a knot in his
stomach. He'd tried every way he knew to keep them apart but it wasn't
working. Cameron was angry that Bryce seemed so interested in her. Bryce on
the other hand was clearly pissed that Cameron was interfering.

The argument began right after third period when Ashley arrived to help
Bryce to class. Cameron got angry. He glared at her, slammed his locker,
and stormed off.

The twins shot looks at one another all the way down the hall as they
headed for the weight room. Bryce went there whenever he had some free time
so he could work on strengthening his weak arm and leg.

Bryce started things when they were barely inside the door. "What the fuck
is wrong with you?" he hollered. "Why'd you treat Ashley like that?"

Cameron didn't answer.

"Every place I go you're right there. Why can't you just leave me the fuck
alone sometime?"

"Why? So you can put the moves on her?"

"What the fuck business is it of yours?"

"Okay, you want to be left alone?" Cameron yelled. "I'll leave you the fuck
alone! Just don't call me the next time you need your shirt buttoned or
your shoes tied."

Bryce grew red in the face. "Do you think I like asking for help all the
time? Jesus Christ!" Bryce shook with anger. "There's nothing I'd like
better than to get out this chair and kick your ass."

Cameron felt his own adrenaline rushing. "Well come on then! Fucking do
it!"

Bryce lunged forward and grabbed Cameron around the neck and put him in a
headlock.

"So how do you like it, asshole!" Bryce grunted.

Cameron groaned and tried to pry Bryce's arms apart, but the weeks of
pushing himself around in his wheelchair must have strengthened his upper
body; he was strong, much stronger than Cameron had anticipated.

"Let go!" Cameron yelled as he struggled.

Bryce held on.

"You fucker! I said let go!" Cameron yelled again.

Still Bryce held fast.

Cameron had finally had enough. He violently jerked back. Bryce still held
on. When Cameron took another step back Bryce was pulled out of his
wheelchair. Cameron staggered under his weight and they both fell to the
floor. The thick gym mats were intended to catch dropped weights but in
this case they served to cushion the boy's fall. The twins rolled back and
forth for a couple of minutes, yelling and cursing. But Cameron clearly had
the advantage; he could use both legs to get into a better position and it
wasn't long before he was on top of Bryce and had him pinned to the floor.

The twins glared at one another as Bryce continued to try and throw Cameron
off, but both knew he wouldn't be able to do it. Finally Bryce gave up.

Cameron looked down and saw the frustration in his brother's face. It was
only then he realized what his brother must be feeling. Before, they'd been
evenly matched and it had always been something of a contest when they
wrestled. But now Cameron was definitely stronger and it was no longer
fair.

"Get the fuck off me," Bryce whined softly, his voice revealing the hurt he
was feeling.

Cameron slowly got off. He felt horrible. He never liked when he and Bryce
fought. This time he felt worse than ever.

"I'm sorry," Cameron whispered, rolling closer to Bryce, trying to give him
a hug.

Bryce pushed him away.

The twins were just a few inches apart, but at that moment emotionally it
seemed like miles.

After a few minutes they settled down.

"You don't know what it's like!" Bryce sniffed, holding back a sob.

He didn't need to say anything more. Cameron knew what he was
saying. Cameron turned and saw the sadness in Bryce's eyes. It was deep and
dark.

Cameron reached out to lightly touch his brother. "You're right, I don't
know."

"Cam?" Bryce whimpered.

Cameron wrapped his brother in his arms and held him close.

* * * *

The boys soon discovered their argument hadn't gone unnoticed. The mirror
on the weight room wall was two way. The coaching staff used it to keep an
eye on things in case of an accident. One of the trainers had seen and
heard everything. He must have resisted the urge to intervene because it
wasn't until later the boys learned he'd been a witness. Apparently the
school counselor had warned the staff that something like this might
happen. Traumatic accidents affected the entire family she'd said, the only
surprise was that the argument had taken place in school.

When the principal had been told, there had been a family meeting. Bryce
was glad he wouldn't be the only one to be sent to counseling. Cameron
would be going as well. The plan called for Bryce to meet with the
therapist alone and then later the boys would be together. Even their mom
and dad would be involved when the time was right.

It was during one of the sessions when the boys were together that it
finally came out.

Bryce listened as Cameron talked about the day of the accident.

"I was making brownies," Cameron began softly. "And I got a funny
feeling. We get those sometimes." He looked at Bryce.

Bryce knew exactly what Cam was talking about. "The twin thing," Bryce said
to himself.

"When the phone rang I knew it was something bad."

Bryce could see the pain in Cameron's eyes.

"I just knew Bryce was in trouble." Cameron's voice faltered, he seemed
close to tears.

"You knew?" Bryce whispered. He hadn't heard this part of the story.

Cameron nodded.

It was quiet for a moment.

"Can you tell Bryce what you're feeling right now?" the therapist asked.

"I just remember how scared I was."

"Is there more?" the therapist urged.

"I remember thinking how much I needed him. How he's special. How he's more
than just a brother to me. I love him, he's..." Cameron's voice faded. He
stared at Bryce and his eyes grew wet.

"Twins often bond like this," the therapist offered. "I'm not surprised you
have strong feelings."

Bryce stared at Cameron and suddenly the meaning of his words sunk
in. "More than just a brother!" Bryce felt his heart start to pound a
little faster. "He LOVES me!" Bryce knew it was way beyond what the
therapist was talking about.

At first Bryce felt shock, which changed to panic, and then he became a
little scared. "What am I going to do?" he wondered. "What am I going to
do?"

* * * *

The ride back to the house after therapy was a quiet one. Cameron
occasionally looked over at Bryce, hoping for a smile or some sign that
everything was fine. Instead, Bryce was silent and wouldn't look at him.

"He hates me." Cameron felt a deep sadness. "I never should have said
anything," he thought.

Cameron felt like crying. But with his mom and Abby in the car there'd be
too many questions. He closed his eyes and hoped they'd be home soon.

* * * *

It was well after supper. Bryce walked over to his brother's room and
leaned against the doorframe. Cameron turned around from where he was
working at his desk. Neither said a word for a full minute. They just
looked at one another. The twin thing had kicked in.

"Do you hate me?" Cameron whispered.

Bryce slowly shook his head `no,' he knew exactly what Cam was asking. This
was all about Cameron being gay and having feelings for Bryce—feelings
that went well beyond the usual brother stuff.

"You know what I was saying, right?" Cameron was referring to the
counseling session.

Bryce walked over to the bed and sat down. "Yeah," he said softly.

The two stared a moment longer.

Bryce made a motion inviting Cameron to come closer.

Cameron walked over and Bryce gently pulled him down. The two lay on the
bed and wrapped their arms around each other. They looked deeply into each
other's eyes.

Bryce lightly touched his brother's cheek. "What do you think we should do
about this?" he whispered.

Cameron shrugged.

"I know you don't want to hear it, but I'm pretty sure I'm always going to
like girls," Bryce said gently.

"I know." Cameron sighed. "That's what makes this so crazy."

They stared another moment.

"But...you're my brother," Bryce whispered. He hoped that the way he'd said
it would give Cameron a hint.

Cameron ran his fingers through Bryce's hair. "Are you saying that there's
a chance you might be one of those guys that likes both?" Cameron asked
softly.

"I don't know." Bryce shrugged.

Cameron leaned closer, his intension clear.

Surprising himself, Bryce didn't pull away.

When Cameron's lips touched his, Bryce closed his eyes. The kiss was soft,
tender, but brief.

Cameron snuggled closer.

Bryce guessed where Cameron was going with this. "Just don't get your hopes
up," he said softly. "I really like Ashley."

"I'll take that as a challenge," Cameron smiled, his eyes seemed to
twinkle.

They were quiet for a minute and then kissed again. Bryce found he liked
the feel of Cameron's tongue against his. "Kissing a boy is different from
a girl," he decided. "Boys are more aggressive."

After a bit more, they took a break.

"What are you thinking about?" Cameron asked.

"Really want to know?"

Cameron nodded.

"I was just thinking it's weird to be in bed kissing my brother!" Bryce
chuckled.

"Not just your brother, your identical twin brother."

"Whatever!" Bryce chuckled. "Know what else?"

Cameron shook his head.

"It's making my dick hard." Bryce snickered.

They fell quiet again.

"So what are YOU thinking about?" Bryce grinned.

Cameron stirred. "Mark. We got together again. He's been teaching me some
stuff." Cameron giggled.

"Really?" Bryce laughed.

Cameron blushed.

"Do you like him?"

Cameron fingered the fabric of Bryce's shirt.

"You do, don't you?" Bryce said softly.

"Yeah, but not in the same way as you," Cameron whispered, unable to meet
Bryce's eyes.

"Okay, so I like Ashley, and you like Mark. But..."

"We're still brothers." Cameron smiled.

"Twin brothers," Bryce grinned. He lifted himself up on an elbow. "You
know, we could keep it a secret."

"Keep what a secret?"

"You know, stuff that we do."

"Stuff?" Cameron had a mischievous look, he knew exactly what his brother
was talking about.

Bryce smiled.

"Yeah, I suppose we could do that," Cameron teased. "So are you saying we
can do stuff, but you still might get a hard on for Ashley's ass?"

Bryce laughed. "Yeah!"

Cameron giggled.

Very softly Bryce asked, "Would that be so bad?"

Cameron slowly shook his head `no.' He snuggled close and gave Bryce a
hug. "I want more than that, but if that's all I can have for now, I'll
take it," he whispered.

"Okay, it's a deal. It'll be our secret."

It was quiet as the boys thought about what they'd just decided.

"So, does this mean you'll help me get rid of this boner?" Bryce giggled.

Cameron grinned.

Bryce lay on his side and watched Cameron lock the door and switch off the
lights.

"I can't see!" Bryce laughed.

"Hold on," Cameron giggled. Seconds later he switched on his desk lamp.

Bryce rolled onto his back, scooted up higher in the bed, and rested his
head on the pillow.

Cameron crawled onto the bed and the boys kissed.

Cameron grinned and reached for Bryce's belt. "I'll show you something that
Mark taught me," Cameron said playfully as he worked on getting into
Bryce's pants.

Cameron looked happy. There was a tug and the top button on Bryce's jeans
came undone and then Cameron pulled the zipper down.

* * * *

Cameron looked up, Bryce was enjoying this. He'd just pulled Bryce's zipper
down and was rubbing the outline of his brother's cock. Bryce was wearing
whities, so the bulge was easy to see. Cameron decided he'd tease Bryce
just a little, so he took his time feeling him up. He knew Bryce wanted him
to quickly put his hand inside, but Cam decided he'd make him wait. The
firm shaft was tilted to the left. The head was just a tiny bit below the
edge of the waistband. Cameron touched it with the tip of his finger and
rubbed it gently.

Bryce lifted up, pushing his dick against Cameron's hand.

Cameron felt his brother's firm waist and curled his fingers over the edge
of his underpants. As his fingers slipped under the edge he rubbed them
against Bryce's stomach.

Bryce pushed up again. Cameron knew he was getting anxious. Slowly, ever so
slowly Cameron pulled down. Bryce's cock popped out. It was tight against
his stomach. Cameron wrapped a hand around the thing and pumped it a couple
of times.

"Ohhhhhh," Bryce sighed.

Cameron tugged at the fabric again and managed to get it down past his
brother's ass cheeks to a point just above his knees. Bryce's jeans were
bunched up in the same spot. Cameron used one hand to push Bryce's shirt up
higher so it was out of the way, while using his other to jack his
brother's dick.

Cameron took a peek at Bryce's face. His eyes were closed and he was really
getting into it. Looking down, Cameron zeroed in on the small tuft of curly
black hair at the base of Bryce's dick. Compared to a full grown man, his
brother's cock still looked youthful, but it was ample. He had just the
right amount of hair there. As he looked at Bryce's cock, he noticed that
head already had a tiny drop of clear fluid oozing from the tip.

Cameron decided that with his shirt pushed up and his pants at his knees,
Bryce looked hot! He stroked his brother's cock a few more times and then
paused.

Bryce opened his eyes when the action stopped.

Cameron grinned, winked, and then leaned down a little. He worked his mouth
gathering up spit. He aimed for the tip of his brother's dick and let the
stuff dribble down on the head. The white bubble filled drool coated the
knob and then slithered down the shaft.

"Oh, fuck," Bryce moaned as Cameron wrapped his palm around the
spit-slicked head and gave it a soft swirl.

It was time. Cameron wanted his brother's cock in his mouth as much as
Bryce wanted to put it there. As Cameron scooted lower, Bryce reached for
his head and pulled it toward his dick. He pushed up and the thing quickly
slipped into Cameron's mouth. The stiff pole plunged deep. Cameron eased
back a little so he could wrap his lips around it and suck.

Cameron pumped the shaft, took the thing deeper, and then pumped some
more. Then he used his tongue to lap at the head like it was ice cream.

"Yeah, suck that motherfucker," Bryce grunted softly as he slowly fucked
his cock in and out.

Cameron relaxed his jaw and with great determination tried to take more and
more of his brother's dick. It wasn't long and he had most of it, but he
wanted it all. Cameron pushed against Bryce's waist to slow him down. He
seemed to get the message. Cameron gagged the first couple of times, but
finally managed to deep throat the thing.

"Ooooohhhhhh!" Bryce let out a throaty gasp.

Cameron felt his brother's pube's against his nose. Bryce pulled back a
touch and Cameron managed a breath. Then Bryce pushed the thing in all the
way one more time.

Some more thrusts, a few tugs, and Bryce was panting.

Cameron pulled back and gave his mouth and jaw a break, but kept
jacking. Bryce was close. Cameron took him in his mouth again, but not as
deep this time. Bryce eagerly rabbit fucked with quick, short strokes.

"Gonna cum," he groaned and gripped Cameron's head.

Cameron gave a brief thought to pulling away, but he had an almost
overpowering urge to taste his brother's cum.

Bryce grunted one more time as if to warn Cameron.

Cameron just closed his eyes and sucked harder.

"Shit, here it comes," Bryce grunted and thrust his cock deep into his
brother's mouth.

Cameron felt three hard squirts as his mouth filled with the warm, thick,
salty goo. Bryce was pushing his head down so hard Cameron worried he
wouldn't be able to breathe. But he managed to take a gulp of air and get
ready for the rest.

"Ooooh, fuck! Suck it, Cam," Bryce begged.

Cameron pumped hard, sucked, and drained the last of the stuff out of the
thing.

When Bryce finally let go of Cameron's head, Cameron licked the last of
Bryce's cum off his cock. He gave it a final jerk and sat back.

Bryce's breathing slowed and eventually he opened his eyes.

Cameron gave him a playful grin.

"Mark taught you all that?" Bryce chuckled.

"And a little more," Cameron teased.

Bryce reached down and gently fondled himself. "That was amazing," he
whispered.

"That's what you said last time," Cameron giggled.

The twins looked deeply into one another's eyes. It became a special
moment.

Bryce looked down. "Now you're the one with the boner," he smiled.

Cameron hesitated only a moment before he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled
his zipper down.

Bryce struggled and Cameron was surprised that instead of pulling his pants
up, he was trying to get them down. His legs were still held together
because his jeans were bunched around his knees. Cameron helped Bryce get
his shoes off and then Bryce managed to take his pants off.

Naked from the waist down, Bryce got to his knees. Cameron did as
well. Bryce held him by the waist and offered a kiss. Cameron couldn't
believe his brother would do something that nice. Bryce kissed him
deeply. As the kiss went on Bryce moved his hands down the back of
Cameron's pants.

Cameron broke the kiss and cuddled closer. He hugged Bryce as his brother's
hands tenderly groped his ass. He didn't make an effort to stop him.

"It's so soft," Bryce mumbled.

Cameron eased back and wrapped his arms around Bryce's neck and they kissed
again. Bryce still had his hands down the back of Cameron's pants. It felt
really nice.

Cameron watched as Bryce pushed his jeans and underpants down. They were
still on their knees.

They kissed again and Bryce pulled Cameron against him so their cocks were
touching. Cameron was totally boned and Bryce's dick was stirring.

"I want to see what it feels like," Bryce whispered a few minutes later. He
was now stroking Cameron's dick and playing with his nuts.

"What do you mean?"

Bryce gave him a quick kiss. "To suck you." He smiled.

Cameron grinned.

As it turned out, Bryce didn't do that great a job. Cameron had a couple of
scratch marks on his cock from Bryce's teeth. One time Cameron heard the
words, "this is kinda nasty," but Bryce hadn't stopped. At the end, Cameron
had had to finish by jerking himself off. Bryce hadn't wanted his mouth
anywhere near the thing when he came.

"But at least he tried," Cameron smiled to himself.


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Thanks to those readers that have written me with story ideas, comments,
and encouragement. My special thanks to Andrew for his help editing and for
his advice. Want to write me? Contact me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com thanks,
Jon.