Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2012 21:25:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mirror, Mirror - 9

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Mirror, Mirror

Chapter 9				                     Final Chapter


Bryce had slept in. "Why not? It was Saturday morning and who gives a
fuck?" he was now awake, but just barely. He yawned, opened his eyes, and
looked at the ceiling. As he did he felt something familiar. He rolled onto
his side, drew his knees up to his chest, and cut a fart. He was finally
ready to get up.

* * * *

Cameron was already hard at work. Well, maybe not work exactly, because he
loved to cook. His mom had suggested that fresh baked bread would go nicely
with the vegetable beef soup she was planning to make for supper. Cameron
had offered to do the bread if he could make a larger batch of dough and
also make a pan of cinnamon rolls. His mom quickly agreed.

Mrs. Andrews had helped him get the ingredients together, shown him her
favorite recipe, and then had left him alone. Cameron knew she wasn't far
away if he needed her advice. But he was eager to see if he could do this
on his own.

He was about half-way through the mixing stage when Bryce made his way up
the stairs and toward the kitchen.

"Hey, sleepy head," Cam said with a smile as his brother yawned.

Bryce reached back and scratched his ass. He was still wearing his sleep
pants and his favorite worn out sweatshirt.

"What are ya cooking?"

"Bread, and some cinnamon rolls."

Bryce pulled out a stool by the serving counter and sat down. "What's for
breakfast?"

Cameron glanced at the clock. "It's almost noon." He smiled.

"Like I care." Bryce shrugged.

"Bran flakes," Cameron nodded toward one of the cupboards.

"Do we have milk?"

"Yeah, mom went shopping, but it's skim." Cameron made a yucky face.

Bryce got up and headed for the refrigerator.

Cameron caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Sox, their kitten,
was on the prowl. The boys had joked that when she stalked she looked like
a tiny tiger.

The kitten jumped onto the middle shelf of a small wooden cart near the
window. Mrs. Andrews used it for her African violets. Sox crouched there
for a few seconds then made another leap. She'd tried for the stool where
Bryce had just been sitting, but was a few inches short. She only managed
to get her front half onto the stool and the rest slipped over the
edge. Digging her claws into the fabric she hung suspended for a few
seconds before finally managing to pull herself all the way up. Then she
took a look around.

"You almost didn't make it, did you?" Cameron chuckled.

One more jump and Sox was on the counter. She stared at the clutter and
then gave Cameron a curious look.

Bryce returned, carrying the milk. "What are you doing up here?" he
laughed. He put the carton down, lifted Sox, and rubbed noses with
her. Then he placed her back down on the floor.

Cameron kept at his cooking. "Aiden is coming over in a little while. Can
you keep him busy until I get this stuff squared away?"

"Yeah, want me to tell him you need a hand?" Bryce laughed.

Neither Cameron nor Bryce had forgotten that Aiden had once offered to give
him a hand the day both the twins were in the school toilet. Cam was giving
Bryce a hand job at the time, but Aiden had had no idea. They still laughed
about that day.

Cameron snickered. "Nah, I don't need a hand. I took care of that in the
shower."

Bryce got the cereal and poured it into a bowl. "What are you and Aiden
going to do?"

"He's gonna help me with my science project, and then I think we'll go back
to his place and play some video games."

Bryce poured the milk, added a couple of spoons of sugar, and dug in. After
one bite he reached for the sugar again and added another scoop.

"Hey, go easy on that stuff." Mrs. Andrews teased as she walked into the
room.

"Hi, Mom," Bryce mumbled, his mouth now full.

Mrs. Andrews stepped up behind Bryce and gave him a quick little kiss on
the cheek.

"Awe, Mom," Bryce whined and wiped the spot with his hand.

Mrs. Andrews ruffled his hair. "Mom's are allowed to kiss their boys until
they're sixteen. That's the rule. Oh, and make sure you put the milk away
this time!" she said pointedly. "Last time it sat out so long it spoiled."

Bryce rolled his eyes, and Cameron just smiled.

* * * *

Bryce had decided to put off his shower until later, so once he was back
downstairs he stripped down, put on clean boxers, jeans, and a fresh
T-Shirt. He grabbed a pair of socks and headed back to the kitchen. Cameron
was still busy working on the bread and rolls.

Bryce pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and sat down.

Cameron looked up and their eyes met. There was an odd pause. Cam seemed to
space out. As Bryce watched, the look on Cameron's face changed, his lip
quivered and his eyes grew moist. Bryce instantly knew what his brother was
thinking.

"I'm all right, nothing bad is going to happen," Bryce whispered.

It hadn't been that long ago that Cameron had been in the kitchen when the
news came that Bryce had been hurt in the accident.

Cameron seemed choked up. A tear got away and rolled down his cheek.

Bryce got up and went over to him. They reached for one another. Cameron
seemed to hug Bryce tighter than usual, as if he was afraid to let go. Then
he relaxed and the hug grew more gentle.

"Eeeeewwww!" a child's voice cut through the quiet of the moment. The sound
had come from the other end of the room.

The twins turned to see their ten-year-old sister, Abby.

"What's wrong?" Cameron laughed.

"Boys aren't supposed to do that," she said with authority. Since she'd
entered fifth grade she'd been confident that she knew everything about
everything and hadn't been bashful in showing it off.

Bryce smiled. "Well, it's different with brothers."

Abby looked skeptical.  "Really?"

"Yeah, just ask Mom."

Abby gave her brothers another look and then turned on her heels. "I think
you're teasing me!" she said firmly. "I'm telling Daddy."

* * * *

A half an hour later, Bryce watched as Aiden selected a game and turned on
the television. He'd been friends with Cameron for so long and had been in
the house so many times that he knew where everything was stored. He'd just
helped himself.

"So, you're going to help Cam with his science project?" Bryce asked.

"Yeah. He's already done most of the research. I'm just going to help him
put it all together."

"What's it about?"

"Monozygotic and dizygotic differences of twins."

"Yeah, that sounds like Cam," Bryce joked. "He's always using big words."

"It's just basic biology, it's simple," Aiden smiled.

"Well, the only part of biology I need to know is the best way to get my
nuts off." Bryce chuckled.

Aiden laughed.

It was quiet for a moment.

"That reminds me, how are you doing with Ashley?"

Bryce wondered how much he should tell Aiden. They'd known each other for a
long time and he was Cameron's best friend, so he decided to go ahead. "I
just made it to third," he said with a hint of pride.

Aiden smiled.

"What about you?

Aiden blushed, "Just rounded first and headed to second."

Bryce wondered why boys always used baseball terms when they were talking
about sex.

There was an awkward silence and the boys turned their attention back to
the video game.

After maybe twenty minutes Aiden put his controller down. "Can I ask you
something? It's about Cam?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Does he seem different to you?"

"Different?"

"Yeah, like when it comes to boy and girl stuff?"

Bryce got a queasy feeling. "What do you mean?"

Aiden lay back and rested on his arms. "Well, Cam doesn't seem all that
interested in girls," Aiden whispered.

"Have you asked him about it? You're one of his best friends."

"A guy doesn't ask another guy stuff like that."

"Why?" Bryce argued. "Are you worried about what he might say?"

Aiden turned toward Bryce and by the look on his face, Bryce knew that's
exactly what he was worried about. "Well?"

"Maybe just a little," Aiden whispered.

"Would it really make a difference?" Bryce asked softly.

Aiden took a moment to think. "No, not really, Cam's my best friend. He'll
always be my best friend."

Bryce gave Aiden a gentle smile.

"So, are you saying that your brother is..." Aiden's voice trailed off.

"I'm saying, you ask a lot of questions." Bryce laughed. Then, speaking
softly he added, "Talk to Cam about it. Okay?"

Aiden nodded.

* * * *

"I can't believe you talked me into this," Cameron sighed as he sat on
Bryce's bed watching his brother comb his hair for the fourth time.

"It'll be fun. I promise."

Cameron rolled his eyes. Bryce always said that. "So who else is going to
be there?"

Like I told you...the soccer guys, the football cheerleaders, and some
other kids."

"Jocks," Cameron said under his breath. "Why can't Ashley do this?" Cameron
couldn't keep from complaining. He didn't really want to go to a party
where he'd be the only nerd.

"I'm not sure if I'm going to need help getting in and out of the place
with my bum leg and a guy can't ask his girl to help him with stuff like
that."

"Ashley wouldn't mind."

"Yeah, well I'd feel better if it was you."

Cameron sighed. "Okay. But, if you have to go the can, don't even think
about asking me to wipe your ass," he grumped.

Bryce turned and flipped him his middle finger.

* * * *

The party was in full swing when the boys arrived. Their dad had dropped
them off and told them they needed to be home no later than eleven. They'd
left things open as to how they'd actually get home. Bryce hoped they might
catch a ride with Ashley's parents. Their dad told them to call when they
knew for sure.

"This rock's!" Bryce yelled, putting his mouth close to Cameron's ear so
that he could be heard over the music.

He didn't think Cameron looked nearly as enthused. As Bryce looked around
the room, he saw that Ashley was already there. She was wearing her
extra-tight jeans, a close-fitting top, and her long, golden hair was
resting lightly on her boobs. Bryce took all of it in and then let his eyes
wander down to her ass.

"Fuck, that's nice," he whispered and felt a stir in his pants.

* * * *

Cameron made the rounds of the party, but as he expected, he felt out of
place. He talked with some of the kids, but as soon as the conversation
turned to sports he got bored and moved on. There were about twenty-five
kids in the downstairs family room of an otherwise average suburban
house. He imagined that even though they were in the basement, the music
was so loud it could probably be heard halfway down the block.

The kid hosting the party was on the JV football team and had hopes of
being a starting quarterback. Cameron was only mildly surprised to hear
that his parents had headed out and left him the house for most of the
evening.

Popping the top on a soda, Cameron found a sofa to settle into and sat back
to watch.

* * * *

Bryce shook his dick to get the last drops of pee off, zipped up, and
flushed the toilet. He thought about washing his hands but then decided,
"what the fuck," and headed back to the party.

As he made his way through the crowd he saw that Ashley was dancing with
Kaiden Leffler, a kid that was a promising prospect for the basketball
team. The fact that his girlfriend was dancing with another boy wasn't too
big a deal. Bryce knew she had a lot of friends and didn't see any reason
to get worried. "Still," he thought, and gave them another look.

It was what happened next that changed things. One song had ended, and the
next one was slower and a bit more romantic. The two had continued to
dance, again no big deal, until Kaiden stepped closer. Bryce felt his face
grow warm as he saw Kaiden put an arm around Ashley and his hand came to
rest on her ass. Bryce was sure Ashley would do something about it. But the
dance went on and Kaiden's hand remained in place.

"Get your fucking hand off her butt!" Bryce thought. He decided it was time
to do something. As he moved through the crowd he wondered if he should
call Kaiden an asshole and smack him upside the head, or just take Ashley
by the hand and pull her away. He kind of liked the idea of smacking him.

Bryce was less than five feet away when Cameron suddenly appeared in front
of him.

"No!" Cameron said firmly and pushed Bryce back a step. Bryce figured he
must have been watching from his spot on the couch, or maybe it was the
damn twin thing again.

"I'm not gonna let you start something!" Cameron warned.

The twins knew each other so well, Bryce didn't need to go into a long
explanation to get his point across. "She's mine," he fumed.

"You're not gonna do this," Cameron said and stood his ground.

The brothers faced off. As always it could go either way. But Bryce doubted
that Cameron was going to step aside. So, he had to decide if he was going
to fight him as well as Kaiden.

There was one more long look and then Bryce backed down. "Fine, but this
isn't over."

Cameron turned Bryce around and gave him a nudge in the direction of the
snack table. "Go get something to eat and settle down."

Bryce looked over his shoulder and saw that the dance had ended. Ashley had
walked away.

* * * *

Bryce found he couldn't settle down. When Ashley found him a few minutes
later he was still angry and jealous. There were a few words, but nothing
dramatic, Bryce knew Ashley could tell he was pissed off but she didn't
know why.

"Sometimes you're such a jerk!" She'd finally announced and stomped away.

* * * *

Bryce decided he needed to take a walk and cool off. He made his way
upstairs and headed for the kitchen. The back door led to the alley. As he
rounded the corner he found a small group of boys leaning against the
counter.

"Sup?" he asked as he got closer.

One of the kids gave him a stern look.

Bryce wasn't sure what was going on, but something was.

"It's okay, he's chill," one of the other boys said. The others seemed to
relax.

"So, want a beer?" the first kid asked, pulling a can out from behind his
back and offering it to Bryce.

"You've got beer?"

"Yeah, Nielson got some from his brother." The kid smiled.

Bryce saw all the other guys were waiting to see what he'd do. "Yeah, sure,
hand it over," he said as casually as he could manage. But inside was a
different story. "Mom's gonna have my butt if she finds out," he thought
and then reached for the can.

* * * *

Two hours had passed. Cameron didn't know what he was going to do. Somehow
Bryce had gotten drunk and was now making a fool of himself. Ashley had
become so disgusted with him she'd told him to "go fuck himself," and had
left the party.

That had only made things worse. Bryce thought he'd lost Ashley for good
and that brought on crying and sobbing. Bryce was a mess.

There weren't many options. What there were all seemed bad. Cameron could
call home, but he thought Bryce better have his life insurance paid up
because he'd definitely be dead meat. All the other kids at the party were
too young to drive, so no help there. He didn't think Bryce could walk home
because of his leg and also because he was so liquored up he seemed to be
having trouble standing without swaying.

An idea finally came to him. Cameron headed upstairs to find a quiet place
to make a phone call.

* * * *

"Thanks, you don't know how much I appreciate this," Cameron stammered as
he struggled to get Bryce out of the car.

"It's not something I'd usually do," the driver said with a playful
look. "But I did tell you to call if you ever needed anything."

Cameron was glad he'd become on line friends with Daniel Knight. When
Cameron first wondered if he might be gay, he'd found the local college had
a gay youth support line and internet chat room. Daniel was doing graduate
work and wanted to be a teacher. They'd chatted on line quite a few times;
all of them late at night. Cameron had put the hotline phone number into
his cell just in case he ever ran into any trouble. He never thought he'd
have to use it, but here he was.

"It was nice meeting you, Nick," Cameron said to a younger guy in the front
passenger seat. From the way he'd looked at Daniel during the drive, it was
obvious they were boyfriends.

"Yeah, you, too," the kid answered.

"Be sure and stay with him," Daniel warned Cameron. "Don't leave him
alone."

Cameron nodded.

"And promise me you'll tell your folks if he looks like he needs medical
help."

"Daniel's dad is a doctor, so he worries about stuff like that," Nick
explained.

"Okay, I promise. Thanks again," Cameron said, putting an arm around Bryce
and closing the car door.

* * * *

"We just have to get downstairs," Cameron thought as he guided Bryce around
back. They went through the garage door and then on to the door to the
kitchen.

Cameron had seen lights at the far end of the house and assumed his mom and
dad were in their room. Abby was probably already in bed. He'd called to
tell his dad they had a ride home, so he hoped that would help.

"Why are we being so quiet?" Bryce drawled in a loud voice.

"Because you're drunk on your ass and I'm trying to get you into your room
without Mom finding out," Cameron said in a hushed tone.

Bryce seemed to think that over. "You're a good brother, you know that?" he
said with slurred words and a goofy smile.

"Yeah, tell me about it," Cameron grunted as he half carried Bryce up the
two steps into the house.

Luck was with the boys. The kitchen was dark. As they got to the stairs
leading down to their rooms the kitten appeared.

"Hi, Sox!" Bryce said cheerily and grinned.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" Cameron whispered and put a hand over his
brother's mouth.

They finally made it to Bryce's room.

Cameron dropped his brother onto the bed and then hurried to the base of
the stairs. "Mom! Dad! We're home!" he yelled as loud as he could. He
waited and sure enough his mother soon appeared at the top.

"How'd you get here?" She asked with a curious smile.

"Um, Aiden's dad," Cameron lied.

"Was it a good party?"

"Yeah, awesome!" Cameron lied again. "Uh, I think we'll start getting ready
for bed." He hoped that would put an end to the questions.

"Okay, well, have a nice night. See you in the morning."

"Night, Mom," Cameron said cheerily.

"Night," Mrs. Andrews said gently and headed back to her bedroom.

Cameron sighed in relief.

* * * *

Bryce giggled as Cameron tugged at his shoes. "Want to see me wiggle my
toes?"

Cameron remembered that Bryce had often been asked to do that in the
hospital as he was coming out of the coma. Then it'd made sense, but now it
was just silliness.

"No, dufus, I'm trying to get you ready for bed."

Bryce looked at his twin and gave him a grin. Cameron pulled him up by his
arms and wrestled his shirt off, then he let Bryce flop back down.

"I'll do it," Bryce mumbled as Cameron fumbled with Bryce's belt. Even half
drunk Bryce easily unbuckled the thing. Then he unbuttoned the top of his
jeans.

Cameron lowered Bryce's zipper, and with a couple of tugs pulled his pants
off and dropped them onto the floor. Bryce lay there in only his boxers.

"Scoot over," Cameron said, kicking off his own shoes.

Bryce moved to the edge of the bed and looked up. "I love you. You know
that?"

Cameron unbuttoned his shirt. "Yeah, I know." Bryce was drunk off his ass,
so Cameron wasn't taking him too seriously.

Bryce giggled. "You're so good at taking care of me."

Cameron shucked off his pants and climbed onto the bed. "You're really
going to owe me for this one," he said with a sigh.

Bryce rolled closer. Cameron lay down next to him. As much as he was
tempted to get angry, he found he couldn't. Instead, Cameron gently ran his
fingers through Bryce's hair. "Are you okay?" he asked tenderly.

Bryce nodded and touched Cameron's chest with the tip of his
finger. "Ashley's pissed at me," Bryce choked up, then started to cry.

"Yeah, you acted like a fucking asshole."

Bryce sobbed for a bit and then managed to get control of himself. "Kaiden
had his hand on her butt."

"Yeah, but she tried to move it away."

Bryce's eyes grew wide. "She did?"

"You probably couldn't see it from your angle, but she was pushing at his
arm, but he was too strong."

Bryce closed his eyes. "Fuck," he whispered and sobbed again.

Cameron snuggled a little closer and wrapped his arms around his
brother. He pulled Bryce's head down and Bryce rested it on his chest.

"Get some sleep," Cameron whispered. "I'll help you figure something out in
the morning."

Bryce gave Cameron a gentle squeeze. "Thanks," he whispered, sniffed back
another round of tears and closed his eyes.

* * * *

Bryce woke in the early hours needing to pee, real bad! He slipped out of
bed, taking care to not wake Cameron.

After he'd finished in the bathroom he crawled back onto the bed. As he lay
down next to his brother, Bryce thought about all the things that Cameron
had been doing for him. The longer he thought about it, the more special it
all seemed. He watched as Cameron's nostrils flared with each breath. Cam's
usually well kept hair was mussed and he looked like he could use a shower.

Bryce reached out with his finger and gently rubbed it across Cam's bare
chest. He stopped near Cameron's right nipple and rubbed the bump with his
thumb.

Bryce didn't know how much time passed as he lay there staring at his
twin. It might have been minutes or maybe even an hour. He wondered if
Cameron knew he was there. He soon got his answer.

Cameron opened his eyes with a start. "Are you okay?"

Bryce smiled. "Yeah, but still kind of happy," he giggled. His laugh was
soft and playful.

The boys stared at one another for a time. They were doing the twin thing,
communicating with just a look, a movement of an eye or twitch of the
mouth. The conversation without words went on for several minutes.

Bryce didn't need to be asked, he knew what his brother wanted. He edged
closer, offering him a kiss. Cameron made a soft sound of delight as their
lips met. The kiss was ever so soft. When it ended, the boys snuggled
closer, then there was another kiss followed by still another.

The kisses became more passionate, deeper, and fuller as time went
on. Bryce pushed his tongue forward and Cameron eagerly took it into his
mouth.

Bryce reached down and rubbed the front of Cameron's underwear. Cameron did
the same for Bryce. Both boys grew hard.

The touching and kissing went on for a few minutes longer until Bryce
decided he needed more. "Want to?" he whispered as he tugged on Cameron's
dick; they'd done this before.

Cameron nodded. They turned around so each could have a cock in their
mouth. Bryce pulled down Cameron's boxers and positioned himself over his
brother's dick. Cameron thrust up and Bryce wrapped his lips around the
shaft and sucked him inside. Cameron was busy doing the same to Bryce.

"Your cock is so fucking hard," Bryce mumbled a while later. He'd taken a
short break and continued to stroke Cameron as he gave his jaw a rest.

The slurping sound of Cameron's mouth on Bryce's dick slowed and then he
too took a break. "You're leaking like crazy," Cameron chuckled.

The boys jacked each other for a minute. Bryce decided that felt good, too.

Cameron made the next move. He crawled back around so the boys were facing
one another again. They briefly looked into each other's eyes and
kissed. When the kiss ended Cameron snuggled his head next to Bryce's neck
and they held each other.

"Do you REALLY love me?" Cameron whispered.

Bryce gave him a tender squeeze. "We're brothers," he replied softly; it
was really all he needed to say but then, he whispered, "I don't know what
I'd ever do without you."

They lay in each others arms, slowly stroking each other's dicks.

Cameron stirred, pushing his cock forward. The boys stopped stroking and
slowly humped against one another. As they did, one of Bryce's hands
slipped down Cameron's back.

"It's okay," Cameron whispered when Bryce seemed to hesitate.

"Are you sure?"

"Uh huh," Cameron whimpered.

Cameron made a soft sound as Bryce very gently caressed his ass. He did one
cheek and then the other. He took his time and explored every
inch. Eventually Bryce ran a finger up and down the valley between the soft
mounds.

They both seemed to know what the other was thinking.

"I'll let you if you want to.." Cameron offered.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"I don't know," Bryce sounded just a tiny bit unsure.

"Just this once? Please?"

Bryce pulled Cameron closer and held him tenderly. "You'll have to show me
what to do."

Cameron blushed.

* * * *

Cameron straddled his brother's stomach and positioned himself over Bryce's
dick. Bryce looked up with a touch of apprehension.

"Take it easy. I don't want to hurt you," Bryce whispered.

Cameron nodded and reached back for his brother's cock. He'd talked Mark
into letting him borrow his lube. Cam had wanted to use it with his
homemade toys. Never in a million years had he imagined he'd use it for
this.

Cameron held Bryce's dick steady and slowly sat down. The knob pushed at
his opening, but slipped away. He tried it a second time with no better
luck. A third try was just as disappointing.

"Here," Bryce offered, "let me hold it," then he reached for his cock.

Cameron leaned forward, pulled his cheeks apart, and tried again. With
Bryce holding his dick steady, Cameron centered the knob on the spot and
slowly added more pressure. Bryce grunted and pushed up. Still nothing
happened. Cameron closed his eyes and tried to relax his hole. He'd learned
his toys went in easier if he pushed out a little with his ass muscles, so
he tried that. Suddenly the head of his brother's cock popped inside.

"Shit," Cameron grunted at the sudden pain. "Oh fuck that hurts," he
complained loudly. He froze, not wanting anything to move. "Shit, shit,
shit" he whined.

Bryce held Cam by the waist to steady him. "Want to stop?"

Cameron shook his head `no.' He rested there, straddled just above his
brother with about an inch of dick up his butt. He took in a deep breath
and tried to calm himself. The throbbing pain in his ass reminded him he'd
never had anything this big up there.

As the initial pain subsided, Cameron opened his eyes. Bryce was looking
up, watching for a sign of what to do. Cameron slowly moved his knees
further apart and leaned down for a kiss. As Bryce stuck his tongue in
Cam's mouth, Cameron gently pushed down and allowed another half an inch up
his butt.

It was as if they communicated with their tongues. The more the boys got
into the kiss, the more each of them was determined to get Bryce's cock up
Cameron's ass. With Bryce using a steady push upward and Cameron bearing
down, they finally managed to get the whole thing buried inside.

"Jesus," Cameron grunted when he had finally hit bottom. He paused and
looked down. His brother was looking up at him so innocent, so tender, so
loving. Cameron needed to give him another kiss. Just before their lips
met, Cameron closed his eyes and prepared himself.

"Now," Cameron whispered, letting Bryce know it was time.

Bryce started a slow in and out fucking motion. Cameron's initial whimpers
of pain were muffled by the kiss. As he grew more comfortable and started
to feel a hint of pleasure, Cameron knew he'd waited his whole life for
this. He willingly surrendered himself to his brother. As Bryce's cock
moved in and out of him, it was clear to Cameron that it was meant to be
there. Bryce was now part of him and he was part of Bryce. They were joined
like mirror images, you couldn't have one without the other.

Cameron couldn't believe how good it felt. When Bryce pulled back and then
slid in again it was one of the best feelings "EVER," he thought. What
Cameron enjoyed most was the sensation of it pushing through his tight hole
and then plowing its way deep into him.

Bryce slowly picked up speed as he grew more confident, his thrusts
becoming more probing.

"Yeah, fuck me," Cameron whimpered, wanting to encourage him.

Bryce responded with enthusiasm. The slapping sound of boys fucking echoed
off the bedroom walls. The bed started squeaking and their breathing grew
faster.

Cameron found that if he lifted his ass up and down it added to the
intensity of the fuck. It felt good, very good! In fact it felt so good
Cameron hoped the feeling would never end.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," Bryce grunted with each thrust.

"Oooooooohhhhh," Cameron moaned. He began to wonder how long Bryce would
last. He hoped it would be a while longer. He wanted to try one more
thing. He stopped, quickly pulled his brother's cock out of his ass, and
then climbed off of him.

"This way," he groaned, putting his head down and spreading his
legs. Turning his head, he rested his face against the bed. Bryce got
behind him and pulled his cheeks open.

"Stick it back in," Cameron whimpered.

A moment later Bryce pushed the head of his cock through the pucker and
deep into Cameron's rectum.

"Oooohh God," Cameron grunted when Bryce started fucking again, pounding
him with increased energy. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Cameron's head slid forward each time and would have slammed into the
headboard if Bryce hadn't been holding him by the waist.

Grunts, groans, and curses ran together as the boys fucked.

Toward the end it was a frenzy. Bryce was pounding Cameron's ass so hard
and fast Cameron started to worry he'd stir things up in there and they'd
have a mess to clean. But he wanted Bryce to pound him, to take him, take
him hard. He'd wanted his brother to be the one to take his virginity, and
he was getting his wish.

As Bryce neared the end, the thought that he'd soon have his brother's cum
up his ass was enough to get Cameron hornier than he'd ever been. Cameron
stroked himself faster as Bryce reamed his ass. The teens were now in a mad
rush to the finish. It was a wild ride.

Bryce came first. Cameron imagined long strings of cream shooting inside
him and then being pushed deeper by his brother's dick.

When Cameron felt the warmth, he knew he finally had his brother's cum in
his ass. It caused Cameron to feel wonderfully naughty. He loved the
feeling that they were doing something so intimate. Cameron tugged on his
cock and let another fantasy play out. He'd be on his back and Bryce would
be on top. His brother would be pushing his feet toward his ears. Cameron's
butt would be spread wide and Bryce's fat cock would be deep in his
hole. They'd fuck until finally they'd both be drained. That was what did
it, that fantasy.

Cameron got his nut. The spurts had so much force, Cameron's toes
curled. It was as if his cum was being sucked out of him. Three hard jets
were followed by several smaller dribbles leaving a glob of creamy white
goo on the mattress.

They stayed like that, Cameron face down and butt up; Bryce still holding
him by the waist with his dick deep inside him. It felt so right; two young
teens, brothers, joined cock to ass. Cameron couldn't help but feel sad
when Bryce finally pulled his softening cock out of his ass. They had tried
to stay together as long as possible, but it was finally time.

Cameron rolled onto his back and Bryce flopped down next to him. They
sucked in deep breaths and slowly recovered. It fell quiet.

"That was incredible," Bryce whispered. He sounded completely exhausted.

"It was amazing," Cameron answered.

After a bit, Cameron turned onto his side. He felt a few drops of his
brother's cum drip out and down his leg. He saw a sheen of sweat covering
Bryce's chest. It was proof of just how hard he'd gone at it. Cameron ran
his finger down the middle ending at his stomach. It was a tender and
loving gesture.

The twins looked into one another's eyes. Cameron scooted a little closer
so they could snuggle and kiss.

In due time, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Epilogue:

Fourteen years later.

"Mom would have a fit if she saw you with your feet on the coffee table,"
Cameron smiled and took a long pull on his beer.

"Yeah." Bryce laughed. "She still reminds me to take off my shoes before I
go through the kitchen, doesn't want me to scuff up the floor."

There was the sound of laughter, high pitched squeals, and the usual noises
of children. It was coming from one of the bedrooms. Cameron and Bryce were
in the living room of Bryce's small townhouse apartment.

"Sounds like the boys are wound up tonight," Cameron chuckled.

"They're like that almost every night," Bryce smiled.

If asked, Bryce and Cameron would have admitted their mother's instincts
had been pretty good. Sending them to church camp for the "Love Can Wait"
weekend had been a good idea. The problem was that maybe love could wait,
but Bryce couldn't. He and Ashley had dated all through high school and had
nearly made it to graduation but Valentine's Day was too tempting and the
one time they didn't have a condom Ashley became pregnant. Nine months
later, they had twin boys; not identical, but still cute as could be.

There was another playful screech and then the sound of something crashing
to the floor.

"Randy? Richard? Get your butts in here!" Bryce yelled.

The house suddenly fell silent.

"You want me to come over there?" Bryce yelled and then gave Cameron a
wink. It was something their father had said many times.

A few seconds later the boys appeared. Randy was the slimmer of the
two. Richard looked as if he'd enjoyed a few too many cookies. They'd
turned ten just a few months earlier.

As the boys stood next to one another, Cameron couldn't help but think
about the many times he and Bryce had stood like that in front of their own
father.

"Okay, what happened?" Bryce asked softly.

"Randy threw his pillow at me."

"Richard started it," Randy interrupted.

"What broke?" Bryce asked, having apparently decided to cut right to the
chase.

The boys glanced at each other as if wondering if they should tell.

"Well?"

"Your soccer trophy," the boys whispered almost in unison.

Bryce closed his eyes. Cameron knew he was trying to hold back.

"In your room! Now! Not a peep more out of either of you or I'll give both
of you something to think about."

The boys gave each other another quick look and scurried away.

"Was that your high school state trophy?" Cameron snickered.

"I let them keep it in their room. Bad idea, huh?" Bryce chuckled.

"They're just like us," Cameron said with a gentle smile.

"Yeah," Bryce sighed.

It was quiet a moment.

"How's Kent?" Bryce finally asked.

"Same as always, he works too much." Cameron smiled.

Cameron had met Kent in his freshman year of college. He'd taken a pre-med
introduction to chemistry and ended up sharing a lab table with him. Who
knew they'd end up sharing a life together, too?

Bryce put his beer down, got up, and joined Cameron on the couch. Bryce had
Ashley, and Cameron had Kent, but the twins also had one another. Both
Ashley and Kent knew the brothers shared a special bond, they totally
understood.

Cameron reached out his hand and Bryce took it. Bryce smiled as their
fingers intertwined.

"What?" Cameron saw the twinkle and Bryce's playful look.

"You'll never guess," Bryce chuckled.

"Okay, what?"

"Last week I went to wake the boys for school. They were both in Randy's
bed."

"Oh?" Cameron laughed.

"Yeah, they were asleep, buck naked, and looking like they'd been in a 69."

"You're kidding?" Cameron chuckled.

"Baby butts and tiny nuts," Bryce smiled. "They're starting early."

Cameron leaned his head back against the sofa, then slowly turned toward
Bryce. "Yup, just like us," he grinned.


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Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed the story. A special thanks to
Andrew for story ideas and editing, and to Jon B. and his love for their
encouragement and friendship, and a shout out to loyal readers Danny and
James. Feel free to write me at playbuddy123@yahoo.com with
comments. Thanks, Jon.