Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2009 23:16:06 +0000
From: Anton Eckhoff <anton.eckhoff@googlemail.com>
Subject: Twins Keeping Warm Part II

Please don't read this if it is wrong for you to do so.

I'm extending this story because I got some great feedback from
people. Again, this is a combination of fact and fabrication. I really
enjoy talking with people, so please email me thoughts/comments/pictures
and the like. Thanks for looking at my story. Anton.Eckhoff@googlemail.com

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I don't know if I had ever slept as well as I did that night. The strong
beating of my twin brother's heart filled in my ears when I drifted off to
sleep and the reassuring thumping sustained my dreams. I have heard that
some people like to listen to rainfall or the ocean when they go to bed;
but to me, nothing could be as comforting as listing to the sound of Erik's
heart.

While the strong mechanical beating of his heart filled my ears, it was the
feel of his warm chest against my face that truly made me feel connected to
him. I slept with my head on top of his left pec, and my left hand on right
side of his chest. I felt so safe, so secure in his arms; which wrapped
around me in a vice-like grip. I couldn't have moved, even if I had wanted
to. I was held firmly against his body, in a warm cocoon of pure,
unadulterated, love.

In our sleep our legs had become hopelessly intertwined. If a person were
to look under the warm duvet, he would have no idea which limb belonged to
whom. Together, Erik and I were one.

At around 10.00 the phone rang, taking us out of our sleeping world and
into the real one. It was a cold world outside; but inside the heat was
back on and it was warm inside our comfortable cabin. If we stayed in, we
wouldn't have to face the blinding white coldness of the sea of snow that
existed outside our safe haven.

I managed to escape Erik's warm embrace and got to the phone on the 6th
ring.

`Hello,' I said.

`Hey, kid,' it was Dad. Mum and Dad never had any problem telling Erik and
I apart by looking at us, despite years of our fruitless efforts to fool
them. They said it was parental intuition; but it fell short when it came
to talking on the phone. No one could tell which of us was speaking by
voice alone so whenever they rang us, they would give us some kind of
generic greeting, like `hey, kid' so as now to draw attention to it. Dad
didn't mean it in a derogatory way; his greeting was full of affection and
love.

`Hi, Dad, what's the craic?'

`Do, you want the good news, or the bad news first?'

`Let's start with the good news.'

`The power is back on.'

`Oh, wow, thanks for that brilliant insight dad,' I said in a joking way,
`I hadn't deduced that from the fact that we are talking on the phone.'

`Shut it, Anton.' I have always been the cheeky twin, so that little quip
was enough for Dad to know which of us he was talking to.

`Seriously, though, I'm glad the heat is back on,' I said.

`Aye, did you two survive the cold last night?'

`Yeah, we just slept in the same bed and it worked out okay.'

I didn't think there was much need to go into exactly how well it worked
out. I didn't think my father would really like to know that my secret to
surviving the night was getting tugged off and then filled with Erik's warm
seamen. There are, perhaps, somethings that are better left unsaid.

`Brilliant. See, aren't you glad I made you two do scouts.'

`No, not really, I always hated scouts.'

`Yeah, I know; but it was character forming.'

`Whatever,' even over the phone I'm sure my dad could tell I was rolling my
eyes. The Boy Scouts had always been a point of contention. I utterly
loathed going to those dull meetings when I was a kid. `So, when do we get
to hit the slopes? I want to drink hot chocolate in the chalet whist we
watch Erik try to manage on his stupid snowboard.'

`Well, I suppose that brings us to the bad news. I don't think we will be
drinking that hot chocolate today.'

`No, seriously, Erik can't snowboard nearly as well as we can ski. It will
be brilliant.'

`Look out the window, Anton.'

The phone in the cabin was one of the old-style ones with a cord that
wrapped in on itself. I was tethered to the wall as I tried to make it to
the window. The curtain felt cold against my fingertips as I pulled back
the fabric revealing a white wall behind the translucent window.

`Hell's bells,' I said.

`Yeah, it looks like we are snowed in. The concierge from the main hotel
called me just now to say they will try to dig us out as soon as possible;
but that might not be until this evening. Hopefully we will be able to get
together for dinner.'

`Brilliant,' I said, `Well, I guess I'll see you later.'

`Yeah, sorry mate. I think there are several DVDs in the room so you guys
can at least watch some films.'

`Yeah, alright, talk to you later.'

`Cheers, then.'

`Love you, Dad.'

I hung up the phone and walked back into the bedroom. Erik was still lying
in bed, but his crystal blue eyes were open. The duvet was pulled down to
his waist and I could see clear definition of his finely developed muscles
in the dim light of the room. I told him about being snowed in and that we
would be stuck inside for the whole day. I put on my tartan sleeping
trousers, but didn't bother putting on a top. The heat was now coursing
through the cabin and I had no intention of turning it down. After not
working last night, I had no qualms about running up the heating bill for
the hotel. I told Erik I was needing fed, so was going to make breakfast. I
left my brother in the bedroom.

I walked into the open plan kitchen and began my search for food. It looked
a bit bleak. Most of the food for our week-long trip was kept in our
parent's cabin. In fact, all we had were the snacks we had brought on the
plane with us and whatever food was leftover from whoever had hired the
cabin before we got there. I was looking through the pantry when I heard
Erik walk into the lounge.

`Would it have killed you to have put some pants on?' I asked.

`What? It's nothing you haven't seen before.'

That made me laugh, `was that meant to be a double entendre or was it a
weak pun?'

`Which would make me seem cleverer?' Erik asked, unable to suppress the sly
grin that spread across his lips.

`I can't believe you passed English.'

`You're the one who tutored me.'

`You were the most insolent child I have ever had the misfortune to teach,'
I said.

`Thank you.'

`You're pointless, repetitious and extremely dull.'

`I bit like Shakespeare,' he said, finishing the quote from our favourite
Lauren Cooper sketch. `So, what's for breakfast, then?' Erik asked.

`You're not going to like it. All I can find that is quasi-breakfast
related are eggs.' Erik detests eggs in all of their manifestations.

`Seriously?' he said.

Erik walked over to the kitchen with the self-assured swagger of a
businessman wearing a £1500 Armani suit. Of course, Erik wasn't wearing
anything at all; but his aura exudes confidence. I watched as his perfectly
developed muscles propelled him forward. He is pretty slim, but that only
makes the movement of his muscles seem more exaggerated.

He bent down and started looking through the bottom cabinets. I could see
the muscles of his back budge and strain at the slight effort I took for
him to open the small wooden doors and sift through the various items
therein.

I can't say that I was turned on watching him. He really does look just
like me, or to put it another way; I know that I look like him. So, for me
to sit and think, wow, Erik is really good-looking just does not seem right
because I look exactly the same as he does. It would be akin to looking at
yourself in the mirror and getting aroused by your own
reflection. Sometimes, you might look in the mirror and think you look
good, and I feel that way sometimes when I look at Erik; but never would I
actually be turned on by him.

`Bollocks,' Erik said and moved to the other side of the counter and sat
down looking at me.

`Sorry, mate,' I said, `but, how about I put some special spices in your
eggs; maybe you'll like them.'

`I doubt it. I'm going to go brush my teeth.'

Erik left and I set about making breakfast. I had decided that I would
spunk into his eggs before scrambling them. I know, it is puerile and
crass; but whatever, I am 16, cut me some slack and besides, I was looking
forward to seeing his expression when I told him what I had done.

I quickly lowered my trousers and pulled out my cock, which was already
semi-erect from just thinking about spunking in Erik's eggs. I got myself
hard and began to furiously stroke my shaft; I had to finish before he
returned. I spat in my left hand and allowed to it glide up and down my
stiffening prick. When I reached my glans it sent little shutters of
ecstasy down my cock. I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure that was
emanating from my rod. I used my right hand to gently squeeze my
bollocks. I could feel my orgasm building and I stood up on my toes once I
felt my entire body begin to stiffen in preparation for the oncoming
orgasm.

Then it struck me like a lorry hitting me with its full force. The power of
my orgasm almost sent me toppling to the ground. I barely had the
cognisance to put the bowl in front of my pulsating cock; but I was able to
capture all of my spunk. I quickly regained my wits and pulled my trousers
back up.

I took two eggs and cracked them into the mixing bowl and added milk. Just
then, Erik walked in, still naked, and sat at the counter.

I turned to the hob and began to make his scrambled eggs. He came up behind
me and poured himself a glass of orange juice. His fingers gently swept
over the small of my back as he walked past me to the refrigerator. I
finished with his eggs and put them on a plate for him, slid it in front of
him, and set about making my breakfast.

Begrudgingly, Erik began to eat the eggs.

`Anton,' he said, `these are really good. What did you put in them?'

`You mean that even an egg curmudgeon like you likes these.'

`Alright, I admit it: these are brilliant. What's different about them?'

`I don't think mum uses the same ingredients as I did.'

`What did you use that she doesn't'

`Well,' I said, turning to face him, `I don't think mum mixes my spunk with
the eggs and milk.'

`What!'

`Yeah, I thought my cum would give it a little extra kick that I reckoned
you would enjoy.'

Erik's face turned an ashen colour and then he looked down at his
half-eaten eggs and he couldn't suppress the smile that slowly grow over
his mouth.

`You cheeky fucker,' he half-mumbled.

`What can I say, I learned from the best,' I said and tipped an imaginary
hat.

`And you were the most insolent child I have ever had the misfortune to
teach.'

`Thanks!' I said, a bright smile beaming across my face. Somehow, my smug
smile extended even further across my lips as I watched Erik continue to
eat the eggs.

I returned to the hob and finished with my eggs and turned to eat
them. Erik and I talked for a while, just standing in the kitchen and then
swapped places. I sat in the tall chair he had occupied and watched as he
cleaned the dishes. He turned his back to me and I looked at his tight,
sculptured arse as he washed the pot and bowls. He had long, skinny legs
that culminated in a perfectly formed small bubblebutt. Looking at his, I
tried to imagine what mine had looked when he was pounding his thick cock
into it last night. It was, of course, totally dark so even Erik didn't
really know what it looked like when he was thrusting his pulsating prick
in and out of me. Thinking about it made me oddly aroused and I excused
myself to go take a shower.

I stepped out of my tartan trousers and walked to the shower nude. I turned
on the shower and the room quickly filled with steam. I tested the water
and stepped inside.

The steam filled my lungs and I inhaled deeply. The hot air felt soothing
and I turned my back to the water that shot out from the wall to let it
flow down my back. The pressure of the water was focused on the nape of my
neck but I could feel the pressure across the back of my broad shoulders. I
looked up at the ceiling and let the water fall against the top of my
forehead. It saturated my hair, but I could feel it reach my scalp. It's
odd that such fast flowing water could be so soothing. Usually you would
like that something would need to be slow and steady, like the beating of
Erik's heart had been last night, in order to be calming; but there is
something about the fast moving water of a warm shower that can have a
peaceful affect on a person. I felt at ease with the water raining down on
me.

I ran my fingers through my wet hair and turned to face the facet. The
water hit my chest, right on my nipples making them hard. The warm,
soothing, water ran quickly down my chest, following the grooves of my
abs. It rushed down the centre, with speed and alacrity like the great
flows of water that cave out canyons from flat plains of earth. The water
cut down through my stomach and washed up against my manicured pubic
hairs. Some of the water continued still and flowed down the shaft of my
limp penis. I closed my eyes and let the water flow down my slim and toned
body.

Then there was a hand.

The arm grasped me around the middle, but the hand was placed firmly
against my nipple. It pulled me back and I felt the collision of my back
against a firm, hard chest. A second arm wrapped around me. And I felt a
tongue reach out and pull on my earlobe. Then teeth gentle and moist
nibbled on the cartilage of my ear.

`You were taking way too long in here,' Erik's whispered voice echoed
against my eardrum. Like the warm water, it soothed and calmed me. Using
his tongue, teeth and lips he manipulated my ear. Then he inclined his head
and his lips found my neck. Gently he kissed and sucked on my neck. The
sensation was amazing. It is so rare that a person is touched on their
neck; people hold hands, hug, kiss on the cheeks, even slap another's arse;
but there is something different about touching someone's neck. It is a
place so few people go, a sacred place touched only by special people.

The forbidden sensation drove me into throngs of passion. Erik continued to
kiss and suck his way up and down my sensitive neck whilst the warm water
beat down on my chest and ran down my stomach.

His right hand held me against his chest; his strong arms, an unbreakable
grip. I would ever escape from Erik's passionate embrace. His left hand
migrated down my body. First it traced each of the muscles that comprised
my 6-pack. One finger went around each muscle, and then the palm of his
hand stroked my stomach. His mouth had returned to my ear and in addition
to the licking and gentle sucking of earlobe, I would hear his low breath
as he exhaled. I closed my eyes, and swallowed the spit that had been
accumulating in my mouth and could feel my muscles relax onto him. His
strong powerful arms supported me, holding me up against the unconquerable
forces of gravity.

His lips and tongue returned to my neck as he wrapped his left hand around
my throbbing prick. His touch sent sock waves all over my body. Then he
began to trace the blue veins that buldged from my shaft with his extended
finger. His chin now rested atop my shoulder, and his eyes were downcast,
looking at my shaft as he traced the swollen lines that ran from the base
to the tip. I'd never really noticed before, but the veins on Erik's hands
looked a little different from mine. They stuck out at different places,
and went in slightly different directions.

After he was done tracing each of the veins than lined my thick shaft he
began to stoke in earnest. His lips returned to my earlobe, but his biting
was a bit stronger this time.

His left hand, lubricated by the warm falling water swiftly glided over my
pulsating shaft.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Each time he finished a stroke it brought an incalculable about of joy to
my stiff prick. The feelings of pure pleasure took over my nervous system
and sent jolts of electricity throughout my body. I felt as if I was being
consumed by the joyous feelings that emanated from my throbbing member. My
eyes rolled back into my head as I felt my orgasms consume me. If Erik had
not been holding me against his hard body so firmly, I would have fallen
onto the floor of the shower. I expelled gobs of seamen all over the shower
wall. With each explosion, I was sure I would pass out from the pleasure;
but I stood erect, mostly because of Erik's undying embrace. Finally, my
orgasm subsided and I stood trying to catch my breath. I spun around and
looked into the dark blue pools of blue in Erik's eyes.

I couldn't speak. I lifted my hand and ran it through Erik's long blonde
hair and pulled his face close to mine and kissed him on the lips. I went
slowly at first. Then allowed my tongue to enter into his warm mouth. Being
the same height, Erik and I were able to share the kind of passionate kiss
that most people can only experience when they are lying in bed.

The water beat down on my back, and I continued my onslaught. My tongue ran
over Erik's sparkling white teeth. I could feel the warm air he exhaled as
it went up against the back of my throat. Erik received my kiss, and
continued to hold me in his embrace; but his tongue did not enter my mouth.

I took my hand, and ran it down his smooth, lean, body until it reached the
base of his throbbing cock. I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft.

`You don't have to do that,' Erik said. A smile flickered across his lips
and his hand took mine and placed it against his chest. He pressed his lips
to mine, and kissed me. `You should probably get dried off and dressed,' he
said. His intoxicating smile shone on my eyes and I smiled back.

`You sure?' I asked.

`Yeah, don't worry about it. I didn't do it because I wanted something in
return.'

I smiled back at my twin brother and stepped out of the shower, leaving him
alone with the warm water beating down on his glistening body. I took a
towel from the rack and dried myself as I walked back to our bedroom.

I found my tartan trousers and put them back on. I sat on the side of my
bed and my face fell into my hands. What had just happened?

I didn't know how to process this; I didn't know what sort of feelings I
was having. I know it is cliché; but how could something that feels so good
be so wrong. I can't continue to do sexual things with my twin brother, it
was wrong. I know it was wrong; but I had this feeling when I was with
him. When he touched me, it was like nothing I had ever felt before. All of
the girls I had been with could never compare to the feelings I had when
Erik laid his strong hands on me. I knew that I could never feel as safe
and happy as I did last night when I slept in his arms. But it couldn't be
right. It just wasn't. I sat on that bed, brooding and thinking it all over
for probably 10 or 15 minutes.

When I emerged from my self-imposed exile, I found Erik sitting in front of
the fire. He had laid his towel down and was sitting on top of it with his
legs crossed and his face buried in his hands. I realised he was sitting
exactly the same way I had been.

I could see the deeply defined muscles of his back and his finely sculpted
arse. I sat down beside him. He was still facing the fire, but my body was
oriented towards him. I could see his limp penis in profile and looked into
his eye, the one that was facing me. It was red and looked as if he had
been crying.

`Hey, Erik, are you okay?' I asked.

`I'm really sorry, Anton, I really am.'

I placed my hands on Erik's knee and made him turn around so that he was
facing me. Because we were both sitting with our legs crossed, our knees
touched when he finally faced be straight on. His eyes were both scarlet
red, he had been crying. He looked as if he was trying to speak, but his
mouth wouldn't form words. I reached out my arms and pulled him into me, so
that his forehead rested against my shoulder.

It didn't take long, after feeling the warmth of his head against my
shoulder, that I felt the cold of his tears as they streamed down his
face. Each of his tears that dripped down my chest was like a dagger being
ripped through my flesh. It killed me that he was so upset. Nothing could
possibly make me feel worse than knowing that Erik was in pain.

I wanted to comfort him, I wanted to make his pain stop; but I didn't speak
yet. I didn't want to interrupt him. I just knew that these were deep
seated feelings that needed to leak out his body. It was like sucking
poison from a snake bite, the feelings he felt had to come out of his body
and I had to let them; no matter how painful it was for me. If I told him
to stop crying, if I told him everything was alright he wouldn't believe
me. He would think I was just trying to make him feel better, I had to let
this horrible scene play out; I had to just sit there and be strong for
him.

Over his cries I could hear him try to form sentences, but they only came
out as single, disembodied words.

`sorry'

`shouldn't have done that'

`wrong'

`to you'

`sorry'

And my name. He said it over and over.

`Anton'

`sorry'

`Anton'

`Anton'

As he wept, I rubbed my hand over his back, trying to sooth him. It was
funny, not ten minutes ago I sat alone on our room thinking these same
thoughts; but it was only now that I came to realise that they must be
compounded for Erik because he was the one who initiated it last night and
in the shower. He was they one who caused our relationship to be forever
altered. I continued to rub his back and I placed the side of my face next
to his.

And we sat there, our crossed legs touching at the knees, his forehead upon
my shoulder, my face touching the side of his, and my hands rubbing his
back. Finally the crying stopped, but his breathing was heavy and
laboured. This was my cue.

`Erik,' I whispered in his ear, `I love you.'

My lips brushed against the side of his ear, and the words reverberated
against his eardrum.

`You are the most important person in the world to me. If I woke up one day
and found that everyone I knew was gone, I would be devastated. I would be
gutted if mum, dad all of my mates were gone. I would cry for days, months,
maybe even years. It would be horrible. But one day, I would move one. I
would always miss mum and dad, but I would make new mates and one day at a
time I would move on with my life. But, if I woke up one day and you were
gone- I would die. There would be no moving on; there would be no point my
living. I would never be able to live without you in my life.

I took my hands and lifted Erik's head from my shoulder so that I could
look into his blue eyes. I started at his face, twisted in pain and
confusion. I used my thumbs to wipe the tears away. I focused on his eyes;
nothing in the world existed apart from the sad blue pits in my twin
brother's face.

`If I was in a grand room, with everyone I have ever known. Friends,
family, ex-girlfriends, everyone who has ever mattered in my life- I would
be alone if you weren't there too.'

Erik's lips parted and a meek smile sluggishly rolled across his teeth.

`Don't you get it; we are too close to be separated. We are part of each
other. My soul, my very being, is interweaved with yours. I didn't know how
to feel when we did those things. I knew, on some level, it was wrong; but
in another way it felt so natural. It felt like it was the way it was meant
to be. I feel more complete when I am with you, touching you, being
intermixed with you than I ever do alone. I don't think I will ever be
compete without being with you in that physical and emotional way.'

Erik was smiling in earnest now. I could see light and happiness radiating
from his eyes. It looked like his entire face was aglow.

`Thank you, Erik, for being gallus enough to make me see how close I am to
you.'

Erik's smile couldn't be contained. It looked like the first rays of the
sun, crowning over the peeks of a mountain on a winter's day. It was a
smile of triumph, of love, of new beginnings. And then he kissed me. It was
like no kiss I have ever had.

It was more than two lips sharing the same place. It was more than the
pleasure my nerve endings sent to the synapses of my brain. It was
something all together different. I felt a connection I had never felt
before when his lips pressed against mine and his tongue gently slipped
into my mouth. He took his hand and placed it behind my head, running his
long, nimble, fingers through my thick blonde hair. My hand continued to
rub his back, but with greater passion this time.

He inclined his head and began to give me a love bite. Blood rushed to my
neck and I could feel the pressure of his teeth against my neck.

`Mate, you are going to give me a hickey.'

`I know,' he said, `its just when we leave this cabin, I want to be able to
look at you and know that this all didn't just happen in my head.'

I smiled and Erik continued his work on my neck. The sensation was great,
tremendous. His teeth gently pressing against my tender flesh made my cock
start to rise in my soft trousers. I felt Erik's mouth leave my neck and I
gently pushed him to the ground. I moved to my side and he did the same.

The fire continued to roar behind us. The two of us lay there, side by
side, looking into each other's eyes. It was so strange, to look into a
pair of eyes so similar to my own, but to feel something to different. It
was like looking into a dark pond, teeming with life. I could feel Erik's
hands pulling my trousers down. I lifted up my hips to allow him easier
access. I felt as they dropped around my ankles and then his hand wrapped
itself around my cock, which was now hard as a steel pole. His eyes never
left mine; his gaze was unbroken as his strong hand began to slide up and
down my shaft.

I, in turn, took hold of Erik's massive penis and pulled the foreskin back
to reveal his bell-end which leaked pre-cum like a broken pipe. I could
feel the hot, sticky, clear liquid and began to liberally rub it over the
tip of his throbbing cock. With great alacrity, I retracted his foreskin;
gently pulling and tugging it.

Erik smiled, knowing that I was enjoying the experience of playing with a
foreskin (our parents had decided to leave me uncircumcised). He continued
to stoke my shaft and sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I began to stoke Erik's hard shaft in earnest. My eyes were fixed on his
face and I could see a ravenous passion behind his eyes. His audible
panting sent shivers down my spine. He eyes were an encapsulation of
pleasure. Up and down, we both stroked; feeling the build up and tightening
of our bollocks.

His fingers roughly squeezed my bell-end before retreating down my long
shaft. Heat emanated from my groin; but it was augmented by the blazing
fire behind us. Erik's eyes were still fixed upon mine. Never moving, never
blinking, the feelings of pleasure were readable on his irises. His lips
turned up in a moan which came from deep within him. Louder he groaned. His
hips busted up against mine. I could feel the emergence of my orgasm.

It built deep within the pit of my stomach. Every muscle in my body began
to tighten and tense in preparation for the imminent eruption.

Erik's face with nothing but a mask of pleasure pulled over the passion
that burned within his soul. His eyes had yet to blink, had yet to leave my
gaze. They were fixed on me as a final moan escaped from his lips.

I felt the warmth of cum as it stuck violently against my stomach. One,
two, three, I lost count.  I don't know how many sweet volleys of burning
hot semen were ejected from my stiff prick. Then I came to realise, it was
not my spunk I felt on my stomach; It was Erik's.

We had climaxed at precisely the same moment and the force of our
ejaculations had launched our respective loads onto the other's stomach. It
was Erik's warm seed that was now dripping its way through the deep grooves
of my abs.

Instinctively, we moved our bodies closer together and our lips found each
other- the first parts of our body to make contact.

Gently Erik bit my lower lip as we moved closer. When out stomachs touched,
our semen mixed together and was pressed between our hot bodies. Our legs
intertwined and our arms wrapped around pulling us closer than anyone could
have thought possible. In this place, lying in front of the fire with our
lips pressed together: we were one

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