Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2009 02:08:23 +0000
From: Anton Eckhoff <anton.eckhoff@googlemail.com>
Subject: Twins Keeping Warm

All the usual disclaimers on this. I don't really know what exactly to put,
but I'm sure you have read enough of these to know that if you are not
meant to be reading these, then you probably shouldn't. If you haven't read
enough of these to already know that, then this story will probably seem
really good. Honestly, though, this is my first story and I would love
feedback and thoughts. Please email me: Anton.Eckhoff@googlemail.com



Okay, I want to start off by saying I have never been attracted to my twin
brother. I have read some of these stories before and they always seem to
have that moment of realisation when someone all of a sudden comes to think
that their brother (or sister, or mother, or father, or half-cousin) is
insanely good-looking. I've never felt like that about Erik. He's my
brother and he looks exactly like me, so I can't really say that I have
ever entertained sexual thoughts about him. Of course, you might not
believe that when you read this; but I suppose that does not really matter.

Before I go into launch into this story, I think it is best to describe how
Erik and I look. We are both 16-years-old with blue eyes and blonde-ish
hair. I am not really sure how best to describe it, it's not really a
golden yellow, but certainly not brown. I guess it is somewhere in between.
We are both about 5'6" (I'm being honest, there really is no reason to
pretend we are tall, because we aren't) and weigh about 10 stone.  I guess
you would say we are pretty fit. Neither Erik nor I have ever had any
trouble pulling girls and both lost our virginity at 14. I am proud to say
that I was first, but Erik lost his virginity about a week after me, so the
victory was short-lived. I am a diver and Erik swims, so of course we are
natural aquatic rivals. Our muscle-development is the way people tell us
apart. Because Erik is a swimmer he has much broader shoulders and a much
better developed back than I do. If you were to look at us with our shirts
on, you would probably think he was fitter than me, but because I dive I
have a stronger core and my 6-pack is much more developed than his. I like
to make fun of him and say he doesn't have one; but to be honest he does,
it is just not as obvious and defined as mine.

This story takes place in Colorado. I don't remember what city it was, but
it was somewhere in the mountains with skiing and loads of snow. Mum and
dad are really keen adventurers, so we holiday all over and have done loads
of these ski trips before. I really love going. Erik started snowboarding a
few years ago, but I never developed the taste for it. I can't stand
falling down in the snow, so I stick to the skis. Erik is quite good,
though. Mum and dad had gotten two cabins in the mountains which were part
of some kind of timeshare, thing. There are about 50 of these small,
freestanding buildings all served by the same company. Erik and I shared a
small one and mum and dad were in the bigger one. Ours had a small bedroom,
tiny kitchen, decent living room and huge bathroom. I really didn't
understand the set-up; but we were there to ski, not to stay in the rooms
so I reckoned it didn't matter.

We had a great two day's of skiing. The weather was perfect, the powder was
amazing and the whole family was having a great time. After dinner Erik and
I went back to our cabin and started watching some South Park on the
television. After about an hour, the power went out. It wouldn't have
matted, we were ready to go to bed anyway; but we came to realise that the
heater had shut off too. The temperature was aright then, but as soon as
the heat dissipated from the room, we would be freezing. This was not going
to be good.

`I'm going to put on every single piece of clothing I have,' Erik said

`Brilliant.' I replied, `we can be like the stay puff marshmallow man from
Ghostbusters'

`You have a better idea, genius?'

`It would probably be smarter if we took off our clothes and got in the
same bed.'

`Actually, that is a pretty good idea,' he said, `I call big spoon.'

`What, you're mental! It was my idea, if anyone gets to be big spoon it's
me'

`I'm older' he said, which was always his clever retort (despite only
having a 6 minute claim on the title).

`It was my idea!'

`Fine, I'll flip you for it, best two out of three. Call it in the air.'

Erik flipped a quarter, like they do in the movies. Since it was pitch dark
without any lights, I used my mobile so he could see. I called heads and,
and naturally, it came up tails twice in a row.

`Brilliant,' I said, and started to take my clothes off. I crawled into bed
and Erik got in behind me. I could tell this was going to be a good idea. I
already felt warmer with the heat emanating from Erik's body. Our legs
intertwined and Erik wrapped both his strong arms around my chest. I could
feel his tense biceps against the side of my body. I could also feel the
warmth of his breath against the nape of my neck. It was strange, I felt so
safe and secure in his strong arms. The warmth of his hard body felt so
good behind me. We kept talking. We were tried, but neither of us were
really ready to sleep. We talked about everything. Erik really is my best
friend and we never want for topics of conversation. We can talk for hours
about even the most asinine topics. As we spoke, Erik mindlessly moved his
hands up and down my chest. He seemed to be cupping my peck with his left
hand and he moved his right up and down my abs.

`I have to admit, I really wish I had your chest.'

`Get your arse out of the pool lanes and start doing some core work.
Swimming is for twats.'

`I'm serious. You really do have the proverbial washboard abs.'

As he said this he moved his fingers around each muscle, tracing the
defined lines. The warmth coming from his fingers felt amazing. I loved the
adoration he was going to my stomach. Now he was using his whole hand,
moving it around my abs. Touching and tracing. It felt so good. He
progressed down lower feeling the muscles along the way. Then he reached
the defined `V' they formed and traced that with his finger as well.
Finally he reached my pubic hair.

`What the fuck,' he said, `Do you trim your pubes?'

`Yeah, I don't want to shave them and look like a 10-year-old, but I think
it looks better when the pubes are cut a little short.'

He seemed intrigued by my choice of grooming and was now running his
fingers through my pubic hair. As he moved his fingers through my entangled
black bush he eventually reached my balls.

`Oh, fuck, Anton, your balls are so warm. You don't mind if I keep my hands
here do you?'

`Well, I usually charge a lot for that sort of thing; but I suppose I can
give you a family discount.'

He gave me a cheeky squeeze and brought his other hand down to my
testicles. It felt a bit odd, but it really was bloody freezing and I liked
the feel of Erik's strong hands wrapped around my bollocks. He kept his
hands cupping my balls gently squeezing and caressing me. It felt amazing
and I eventually started to get a semi. As my cock started to grow a
little, Erik moved his hand until it was on the base of my shaft. This made
me even harder. Erik kept his left hand cupping my plums, but moved his
right hand of the shaft of my prick. My cock kept growing in his hand and
soon, the swollen head was in his grasp. He took his hand and wrapped it
around my bell-end.

`I forgot that you were circumcised,' he said.

Mum and dad had a big argument about whether or not to circumcise us and
eventually decided to split the difference, so to speak. I was the one who
got the chop while Erik stayed in-tact.

`I like it,' he said.

He took his hand and brought it to his mouth and licked his fingers before
returning it to the tip of my prick. He started to rub and squeeze me. I
could feel his, now fully hard willy pressed up against my arse. My cock
reached its full 6.5" and Erik continued to move his strong hand up and
down my thick shaft. I felt a tingling running through my body each time he
reached the end. He kept a slow pace and I could still feel his warm breath
against the back of my neck. He continued to move up and down the shaft,
squeezing the tip when he reached it and then descending down. I had no
idea how good it could feel to get a hand-job. I had never liked it much
when girls wanked me off; but Erik knew just wanted I wanted. I'm sure this
was exactly how he got himself off. It felt electric. I could feel surges
of emerging pulsating through my body as his strong hand moved up and down
my thick, hard, shaft. His prick felt like a bar of steel pressed against
my backside. After a few minuets of incalculable pleasure, Erik took his
hand off my prick and I then felt him spread my arse cheeks.

I felt the warmth of his bell-end in my arse and he held my chest with both
arms while he forced the rest of his 6.5" of cock inside of me. A soft moan
left his lips when he had pushed his entire prick inside of me. For about
30 seconds he didn't move. We just felt each other. I felt the warmth
emanating from his throbbing member. It felt huge inside me and I could
feel it pulsating. My cock was leaking pre-cum. I had never felt as aroused
as I did with that dick inside of me. After a while he pulled me close to
his body, his strong arms wrapped around my chest. He started to thrust in
and out of me. The pleasure was overwhelming. Each time he rammed his prick
into me I could hear his bollocks slap against my arse. Each thrust brought
more pleasure than the last. The tingling emanated all throughout my
body. I didn't want it to stop. The pleasure of his thrusts and pulls was
incalculable. His left hand began to rub and stimulate my nipple. He
twisted it between his thumb and forefinger. It sent shockwaves throughout
my chest as his anal bombardment continued, unabashed. His right hand
descended to my cock and he began to stroke it as he had before. He held it
in his hands, moving up and down the shaft, pausing and squeezing when he
reached the bell-end. There was no need for spit this time, his hand glided
up and down my hard shaft lubricated by my pre-cum. His cock continued to
thrust into me, deeper ad deeper it ventured. He let out a moan of pleasure
each time his pubic bone smashed into my arse. Finally he yelled and he
filled me with his hot spunk. I could feel it when he exploded inside of
me. The warmth and tingling spread from my anus to my toes. It swirled
around inside my body, filling me with pleasure. He pulled me even tighter
against his body as he released his final volley of cum inside of me. This
pushed me over the edge, and with a scream I spunked more than I ever had
before. It formed a huge lake on the bed. I felt drained of myself, but
full of the essence of my twin brother. I had never felt so complete, so
warm, so pleased. We lay there, not moving for what must have been five
minutes. Erik extended his tongue and gently suckled on my earlobe and his
hands resumed their task of tracing the muscles of my chest.

Eventually he let his soft prick fall out of my body and he rolled onto his
back exposing his chest to the cold night air for the first time.  I turned
around and looked into his blue eyes. I lifted my hand and ran my fingers
through his shaggy blonde hair and said:

`Erik, I'm not going to lie: that was kind of gay.'

`haha,' he replied, `that was merely a means to an end. Just a way to keep
warm.'

`Oh, really,' I said.

I turned around and picked up the lake of my cum and rubbed the warm liquid
over his face.

`Then that must feel great,' I cheekly replied

Erik smiled, licked his lips and gently pulled my face down to his and
passionately kissed me. His tongue reached back into my mouth. He ran his
fingers through my hair and broke off the kiss saying:

`I love you, Anton'

I kissed him back and placed my head on his chest. The slow and mechanical
beating of his heart ran in my ears as I drifted off to sleep.