Date: Sun, 2 Nov 2014 09:49:48 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Life of a Twisted Twin Part 11

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Life of a Twisted Twin Part 11

(Fiction/fantasy, teen/high school romance, incest)

As I massaged my dad, he lay on his belly and his ass crack was
showing.  I saw JJ in the hallway with his hand in his shorts.   I saw
him in the reflection of the dresser mirror (which had recently been
moved).  I found it odd that JJ might be getting off on watching
because he'd never shown any interest in dad before.  I thought it was
probably the sensual body contact between me and dad.  I continued my
deep massage to his back and shoulders.  The idea of JJ getting off on
us made my cock grow.  The lighting was scant in dad's room and the
hallway was dark.  Had the light in dad's room been any dimmer, I
wouldn't have noticed JJ there.

In the distance, I heard someone moaning, but it wasn't JJ.  When the
moaning stopped, JJ tiptoed away and out of sight.

"Did you hear that?" I asked dad quietly.

He just snored.  Well, at least my massage did him some good.   I
continued rubbing his back anyway until the lotion dried up.  I
scooted off him and turned the lamp off.  I cracked my knuckles and
stood up.  Just as I walked into the dark hallway, I noticed the only
light came from Jeff's room from under the door.  Just then, Jeff's
door opened and he walked naked to the bathroom.

"Good night bro!" he said tiredly.

It was the sound of Jeff jacking that JJ was listening to--he wasn't
watching dad and I!  The bathroom door closed behind Jeff and I heard
the faucet turning on and the shower curtain being pulled.  I closed
dad's door and then slipped into my room and where it was completely
dark.  I didn't turn the light on.  I dropped my shorts and moved onto
the bed.  As my eyes adjusted, the tiny bit of light from the alarm
clock barely allowed me to see my side of the bed.  JJ always slept on
the side by the window.  I moved all the way onto the bed and rolled
towards him.  I moved my hand to his crotch and his body tensed up.
He was pretending to be asleep but his underwear felt damp.

"You just rubbed one out, huh?" I asked.

He didn't speak right away.  I stuck my hand under the elastic and
held his limp penis.  The inside of his underwear was saturated.

"You beat off into your boxers? That's sexy!" I told him.  "Take them
off and hand them to me."

After a brief hesitation, he pulled them off and moved them by my
shoulder.  I pulled the underwear completely over my head with the
crotch over my face.  I huffed his fresh cum and sighed.  In the past,
my cum always changed consistency and smelled differently if not
immediately wiped away.  His cum was no different.  The smell was
deliciously pungent.  I spitted onto my hand and began jacking off
while I inhaled his spunk.  I smelled a hint of piss in his drawers
and sighed.  I moved the wettest section over my mouth and sucked on
the fabric.  The taste of cum and some other salty flavor made me
reel--maybe it was dried sweat.  It didn't take me long to shoot my
load.  It landed on my pubic hair and my wrist.  I pulled his
underwear off and wiped up my cum with them.  I tossed his cum-soaked
drawers into the darkness.

"You won't need those the rest of the night!" I told him.

"I'll need something if I gotta get up and piss," he said sleepily.

"If you gotta get up just go naked--you'll be in the dark.  You need
to get over it."

We held hands in the dark and didn't speak again until morning.

- - -

Throughout May we had still kept our nudity at a minimum when dad was
home.  Dad was still nervous about JJ negatively reacting to our
lifestyle or finding out what had occurred in the past--especially the
fact that dad, Dave, and Dean had been mutual lovers.   Jeff didn't
make a show of being naked.  For him it was just a matter of comfort.
Unless it was really hot, dad refused to turn the air conditioner on
in order to save on the electric bill.   Being naked was the best way
to tolerate the heat.  Regarding JJ, he was regularly shirtless--a
major milestone for him.
After bike riding so much and working hard at the grocery store, JJ
lost weight.  He wasn't buff or overly toned, but his upper arms began
to fill out.  The bike riding helped shape up his legs.  His hair had
grown out longer like mine. I thought it was cute on him, but he was
always brushing it away from his forehead.   The longer his hair got,
it curled up in the back.  He apparently inherited his dad's wavy hair
(based on the old photo).  His stomach wasn't flat but he'd lost most
of the fat there.

No longer burdened by his mother's daily drama, JJ's moods seemed more
stable throughout the month of May.  I almost never saw the dreaded
"gloom face".  I noticed he began to study harder and was more
absorbed in his studies at school.   In the evenings leading up the
last day of school, we studied together after dinner.

While my brother and I bitched about having to study for final exams,
JJ did his studying without any complaints.  He'd finish his studies
early and then spend an hour or more reading those old, used books he
had bought.  I had him pegged as someone who didn't give a shit about
his grades when he first moved to our school.  The focus back then was
on his bullying and his fucked up attitude.  He was probably a good
student back then as well, but folks only paid attention the fact he
was being such a prick.

- - -

It was a relief to finally say goodbye to eleventh grade.  Summer
vacation had finally started.  I couldn't wait to just work all night,
sleep as long as I wanted, and then be lazy in my spare time aside
from chores.  With school being out, there was nothing to worry about
except for doing my share of cooking or cleaning and taking care of
the dogs.  Stocking groceries at the store was hard work, but I
enjoyed the nightly challenge of arriving, assessing the work to be
done, and then strategizing a plan to get it all done.  I always felt
good after the exercise and it helped me tire my body to allow it to
sleep thoroughly throughout the afternoon.

As June began, dad continued to come home from work overly exhausted.
He'd bitch about the facility he worked at because it was so
unorganized.  What originally started out as part time work became
full time for him but it involved a lot of lifting.  The company
owners appeared to be impressed by dad whenever they had any
interactions.   He made suggestions to them for ways to improve their
methods to his immediate supervisor (who was younger than him), but
the guy paid no mind.  That made dad even more frustrated, but he was
lucky to just have a steady job.

JJ and I requested a week off at work before we began working a
steady, full-time schedule.  Jeff started working mid-day shifts
immediately at Wal-Mart.  That meant JJ and I would be alone and with
no car all day unless we took Jeff to work and then picked him up.   I
was all for just sleeping most of the day, getting up to eat or fuck,
and then napping again.

During our vacation week, the owner of dad's business asked him and
others to assist with opening a second facility in another city.  The
new facility had been under construction when dad was hired and was
finally completed.  To get it ready for opening and to help with
logistics, they took advantage of dad's background.  He immediately
accepted the offer; however, it meant he'd be out of town for over a
week.  It would be the first time we were to be left all alone.   Dad
was a little nervous about us being totally alone every night, so he
gave a long and drawn out lecture to us three about being
responsible--no parties, no crazy stuff.  It was a miracle when he
finally left.

- - -

Monday morning, we all slept in until noon. I got up to feed and water
the dogs and to let them do their morning run.  It was extremely humid
outside, so I hurried them along and headed back inside.  I hadn't
bothered to dress at all.  There was no point to wear a stitch at home
with just us three there. JJ was just going to have to get used it.
Randomly, one of us got up to eat or to hit the toilet.  It was a very
lazy day.

Just after sundown, I heard a car ripping through the gravel outside.
JJ was sitting naked in dad's chair and I was on his lap.   All alone,
we had just finished fucking and were just cuddling.  I figured it was
Jeff opening the door until I looked at the clock and noticed he
wasn't due home from work just yet. The door burst open and Dean
stormed in.

"What the fuck man?" I said.

JJ panicked to cover up but I didn't move from his lap.  My body
covered his crotch but I was fully exposed.  I'd been half hard until
Dean intruded.

"Dude, I'm gonna crash hear tonight.  I'll sleep in dad's room."

With a backpack on his shoulder, he stomped to dad's room and slammed the door.

JJ asked if we were going to put any clothes on.

"Remember, I told you we used to be just a bunch of guys living
together--nudity was never a big deal."
"Yeah, I remember."

"Why are you so embarrassed about it yourself?  I mean, months ago,
you'd never go around with your shirt off.  Now you walk around in
your underwear.  Why not take the next step and get naked?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Probably because I'd walk around with a hard on the whole time.   To
you, it's just being naked.  For me, not having any clothes on in
front of anyone is...it's sexual." he confessed.

"Well go put something on if you feel weird.  I'm staying naked."

I knew why he didn't want to be naked in front of Dean in particular.
He had a crush on him. Whenever Dean was around, JJ acted all shy and
dreamy.  Dean was likely to be in the buff the moment that dad's door
was shut.

"It's cool." he replied.

"Are you gonna go check on him?  What's his deal?"

I sighed, "Probably another fight.  Dave's got a bad temper--Dean's
always doing sneaky shit.  I'll go find out."
I got up and kissed JJ on the lips before walking off.  I didn't
bother knocking to enter my dad's room.  I opened the door and found
Dean with the lamp on but lying on his stomach naked.  His face looked
away toward the closet.

"Okay, now what are guys fighting about?"

He replied, "He does this shit without even asking me!  He just
impulsively throws away money without using his brain!"

I sat down on the bed next to him.

"So he bought more car parts when you were broke?"

"No," he said.

"So he lent a friend a bunch of money again?"

"No," he said.

"He bought another used car to fix up?"

"NO!  Those are old fights." he mumbled.

"Then what?"

"He bought me welding equipment!  I didn't even ask for it.  We
haven't even paid the rent!"

I plopped on the bed and lay beside him propped up by my left arm.

"Wait now; he bought you a gift--something you said you wanted a
thousand times before?  We've all heard you say, 'I really wish I had
my own workshop...I hate the rules at school...blah blah blah.'"

He didn't say anything.

"So he got you something you really wanted and now you are pissed at
him?  You're as bad as a fuckin' girl!"

"We don't have the money!" he said with irritation.

I didn't reply.  It was indeed their own business.  So David did
something sweet and Dean was being a dick about it...typical.

"I didn't mean to snap at you dude," he said quietly.

He rolled onto his back and playfully rubbed his bare foot against
mine.  I rubbed it back and it remained resting on mine.  The slight
body contact aroused me a little--just my body's natural reaction to
someone touching my feet.  However, Dean noticed my half-wood.

"You're looking' good there bro.  Looks like you've been filling out
down there--you might end up as big as dad!"
He grabbed it and held it up toward the ceiling with his right hand.
His hand felt good on my dick.  He stroked it to its full size.

"Not nearly as fat as dad's!" I laughed. "But definitely as long as yours now."

I grabbed his and held it up.  It was flaccid until I touched it.  It
slowly hardened.

"How about one for old time's sake?" I asked.

"Okay."

He put his hands behind his back and closed his eyes.  Just like when
my brother and I were twelve years old, I spit on Dean's cock and
began stroking it.  His eyes remained closed and he just sighed.   My
other hand stroked his ball sac.  I was squatting next to him on my
knees.  His hand moved past my balls and fingered my hole.

"You got hair there now!" he said.

"Yep," I answered.

His middle finger kept stroking my butt hole.  In my squatting
position, my ass lips puffed out.  His finger dug in a little.  I
started whacking his meat faster and faster.  The tell-tale signs of
his intending orgasm were showing.  Just after he place moved his
finger from my hole to his nose, his legs tightened up and his toes
curled.  He began shooting sperm all over.

"What are thinking about?" I asked.

I expected him to tell me some nasty sexual fantasy from his weird
mind.  I just wondered what mental ideas had made him shoot so soon.

"Dave's face when he told me about the gift--he was so sexy and cute.
Oh my god...I'm such a fucking asshole."
He wiped his cum on his chest.

"I agreed...so go back home to him you fool!" I joked.

"He's probably too mad.  I really pissed him off and we yelled a lot.
Waltzing right back in won't work."

I rolled my eyes.

"I don't get you guys sometimes."

"Well...tell me about your own boyfriend," he said.

I began telling him more details about JJ.  I told him how when JJ
first moved in I'd wake up to the sound of him crying.  He would spill
his guts to me over some horrible experience when his mom was alive.
I told him how JJ acts so much better (and nicer to everyone) in the
present but tossed and turned a lot at night (he had a lot of bad
dreams).

"He's been through a lot of bad shit," Dean said.

"Yeah...he has."

"Did he stop smoking?"

"Yeah, thank god.  You need to do the same!"

He changed the topic.

"Well don't leave him alone out there bored to death.  Go enjoy his
company.  Dad's not home--you can fuck anywhere in the house you
want!"

He used his feet to push me sideways to where I almost rolled off the
bed.  I slapped his foot and he jerked it away and laughed.

"Bitch!" I said and laughed.

I walked into dad's bathroom and washed my hands.  I was suddenly horny again.

"Hey, so JJ is cool with..."

Dean nodded at my naked body as I walked to dad's bathroom.

"He knows Jeff and I have always gone around the house naked before he
moved in, but that's it.  We rarely do it when dad's home.  Dad's
afraid of letting JJ finding out about y'all and the crazy sex."

"That's understandable.  That guy's been through a lot anyway.
There's no need to burden him with keeping our family stuff with Jim a
secret."

"I still don't like it when you call dad Jim."

"Ok, understood." he said calmly.

I told him good night and left the room.  I passed Jeff's room and
noticed he was home.  His door was shut and the light shown under the
door.  I popped into his room briefly to tell him Dean was there for
the night and the reason why.  He just rolled his eyes and went back
to looking at porn on the laptop.

I walked to my bedroom and found JJ wearing boxers, lying on his
stomach, and reading a book.  I sat down beside him.   I put my hand
under the elastic of the boxers and fondled his hairy ass crack.

"Dude, you ain't gonna close the door!" he said.

"I don't want to.  Dean's going to bed...my brother will probably get
out just to eat.  You liked it before when he watched us fuck."

I pulled the boxers down enough to expose his butt cheeks.

"And you enjoyed jacking off in the hallway listening to Jeff shoot a
solo load!"

His face turned bright red and he pulled away.

"You saw me?"

Now on his side, I looked down and saw his dick tenting his shorts.  I
pulled his dick out through the slit.  His dick looked delicious with
a tiny bubble of pre cum in its slit, but I was still interested in
his ass after having touched it a couple of minutes before.

"I want to eat your ass!" I whispered.

He stood up and dropped his shorts.  I got up and stood behind him as
he bent over the bed and held himself up with his arms.  I got on my
knees and pulled his cheeks apart.  I smelled soap mixed with the
smell of ass.  It was slightly damp when I kissed the tight little
ring.  Just the kiss to hiss hole made him moan.  I rolled my tongue
around it several times before pushing it inside. He jumped a little
when my tongue forced its way inside as far as I could wiggle it.  I
tongue-fucked him for several minutes.

"I need to stretch!" he said after being in that position too long.

"Stretch this hole then!" I said.

I hopped on the bed on my back, pulled my knees to my chest, and then
spread them wide.  I wanted him to fuck me and make out, so I gave him
plenty of room to squeeze in.   I seriously loved foreplay while
getting fucked.  Nipple play, kissing, tongue in my ear, the works.
He began by sliding on top of me.  He fumbled for the bottle of lube
sitting next to the bed.  He squirted it on his dick and onto my hole.
Most of it missed my hole and went all on the sheets.

"Dammit!" he said.

"Just stick it in...I'm sure your cock is lubed enough!"

I felt his full body weight on top of me as he entered my ass.  I
jacked up the pillows behind me for support and we began to make out.
He had become such a good kisser.  I loved how his tongue went
everywhere in my mouth--especially when he sucked hard on my tongue
like he was giving it head.  In the end, the open door seemed to turn
him on more--neither of us tried to be quiet.  From experience, I knew
he loved it when I was vocal.  I groaned into his mouth as we kissed.
Making out with a dick in my hole was so erotic.  I ran my fingers
through his wavy and thick hair as he nibbled on my neck.  He fucked
me deep and hard.

After several minutes of fucking with me on bottom, I asked him to
fuck me doggy style.  I got on my hands and knees and faced the
bedroom door.  He stood on the floor by the window and entered me
again.  With his hands on my hips, he humped me quickly.  My balls
were slapping against his.  Just then, Jeff appeared in the
doorway--naked and hard.  He watched us silently and started
masturbating.  JJ saw him immediately and didn't stop or flinch.  In
fact, he went a little faster.  I was running out of lube in my ass
but I didn't protest.  I didn't want JJ to stop...he hammered on faster
after seeing Jeff there.

Little by little, Jeff inched into the room and beat his meat
constantly.  My knees started to give out, so I slowly lowered my
entire body to the bed.  JJ's body followed me down and then he was
lying on top of me fucking nonstop.  The bed creaked hard.  Knowing
that Dean could probably hear it made my dick swell so hard.  My head
hung over the edge of the bed with Jeff's dick just two inches from my
face.  I was shocked when JJ reached way out with one hand and pulled
Jeff's dick to my mouth.

"Suck it dude!" JJ commanded me.

Jeff aimed his dick for my mouth and slid it in hard.  He began
face-fucking me while JJ rammed from behind.  I sucked my brother's
dick with glee even though it was partially choking me from the
strange angle.  It was too much for my brother, though.  In less then
a minute, he started shooting his jizz in my throat.  He groaned and
gripped my head tightly by pulling my hair.  He humped my mouth hard.
Once done depositing his sperm, he pulled out and left without saying
a word.

I reached down under my waist and began jacking my cock.  JJ started
moaning and I knew he was shooting his load.  In the spirit of my
brother's roughness, JJ bit my neck a little as he finished his
orgasm.  I started cumming and shot my load on the bedspread.  He
hugged me tightly without pulling himself out of my hole.  It was our
hottest fuck yet!

We lay there for a while until I had to get up to piss.  I turned off
the light and tiptoed to dad's bedroom door.  It was shut with the
sound of Dean's snoring beyond it.   I didn't know how he could have
slept through all that noise--he probably went to sleep with
headphones on.  I went to piss and sat on the toilet in the dark--my
knees were too weak to stand.  The reality of the experience with Jeff
and JJ was starting to kick in.  JJ had egged me on to blow my
brother.   We would need to talk about that for sure.

- - -

JJ and I woke up to voices coming from the living room the next
morning.  We walked out just as soon as he grabbed his boxers.  Jeff
was already at work.  I heard Dean speaking.  As we entered the living
room, I recognized the other voice besides Dean...it was Dave.  Dave was
sitting where JJ and I had been making out the evening before in dad's
chair.  Dean was on his lap kissing all over him.  JJ and I stepped
back into the hallway.

"I'm sorry for being such a fucking asshole.  I love you so much!" Dean mumbled.

"When I get off work I'll take it out on your ass!" Dave replied.

He had one hand down the back of Dean's shorts.  You could see through
the almost transparent material that Dave was fingering and digging
into Dean's hole.  Dave was in workbooks and his mechanic uniform.

"I wanna get fucked really hard!" Dean mumbled.

Dave drilled his tongue into Dean's mouth.  Dave gripped Dean's head
with his strong and rough hand.  The other hand tweaked Dean's nipple
ring and twisted it.  It looked painful.

"Holy fuck!" JJ whispered softly behind me.

Then Dean broke off out of breath.

"I gotta git.  You need to be up in the bed, ass spread, and with the
green dildo in your hole when I get home!" Dave said.

"Just get out of there at five o'clock--and don't wash up!" Dean replied.

Dave got up and Dean slapped his round butt.  They kissed again and
Dave walked out to his car.  JJ and I silently walked backwards to my
door.

"I know y'all were there!" Dean said.

We walked back into the living room.  Dean was looking through the fridge.

"I guess you guys made up!" I said.

Dean just smiled like he was in on some big secret.  I admired the
dynamic between Dean and Dave, albeit twisted.  I wondered if JJ felt
that way about me.  He never really talked about his feelings for me.
For that matter, he never talked about his fascination with voyeurism
or any kinks that turned him on.

"Hey, I'm eating the last of your leftovers.  But in trade, I'll do
all your laundry." Dean said.

"That's a great trade!" I told him.

JJ and I drove into town and got some burgers in Dean's car.  When we
got back, Dean was already taking one load of clothes out of the
washing machine and putting in more.

"Damn dude, you guys let your dirty clothes pile up!"

I was reminded of the days that Dave took charge of our household and
got the place cleaned up and redecorated.  It had stayed nice for the
most part after he and Dean had left.  Dean had always been a stickler
for washing his own clothes, ironing them, and putting them away.  In
the old days, he wasn't such a good housekeeper--but having his own
place had changed that.  I fondly remembered the old trailer park days
while we sat watching TV.

Dean's cell rang so he stepped back to dad's room to answer it.  I
heard him talking to a friend of theirs.  JJ watched fondly watched a
rerun of I Love Lucy as I sat next to him on the couch.  He was still
dressed from our hamburger outing, but I had ditched the shirt and
shoes.  I started thinking of the look on JJ's face when he'd seen
Dean and Dave "making up".  I reached for his crotch.

"You like watching others having sex, huh?"

"What?" he asked--distracted from his sitcom.

"You like it.  Your face is turning red.  That's so cute."

"Shut up!"

I said, "Don't get mad dude.  I'm not mad that you beat off listening
to Jeff whack his meat.  You're the one that wanted me to suck him off
in front of you."

"I don't wanna talk about it" he said firmly.

"You guys arguing?" Dean said.

He walked back into the room just after JJ's last sentence.  JJ got up
and walked over to the door.

"I'm going bike riding," he said.

He closed the door hard.

"He's mad because I called him out on something."

Dean didn't pry for details, but I blabbed the details to him.

"...I mean he's enjoyed Jeff watching us fuck.  He had a big ol' woody
when you had Dave's tongue down your throat.  I mean, you're good at
sizing people up...what do you think?"

"I don't know man...everyone has kinks.  Sounds like he's just now
exploring not only just his sexual freedom but life in general.
Don't push him to be as comfortable with sex as we are.   I do think
dad's right...if JJ knew about our past, it would probably freak him
out."

I just looked out the window and scratched my balls.

"What do you think he wants--Jeff to join you guys or maybe he just
wants to watch you two get it on?"

"I don't know.  I was just trying to talk to him about that and he ran
off." I answered.

"What do you want?" Dean asked.

I thought about it.

"Well, I miss messing around with Jeff.  It used to be cool just ask
for a blowjob and get it...or fuck on the fly.  We used to have fun
making out and jacking each other off."

"Yeah but you and JJ have sex a lot.  Dad says you and JJ fuck like
rabbits around here."

I stood up.

"WHAT? He can hear us?  You guys talk bout my sex life?"

I was flabbergasted.

"Calm down, man.  You can't expect anyone to 'not hear' in a trailer.

I sat there defensively with my arms folded.

Dean asked, "Are you in love with JJ?"

And that question stumped me.  Of course I had a crush on JJ since our
first kiss.  I loved having sex with him.  We got along well despite
not having the exact same interests.  He was my best friend.   I
wondered to myself, "Was I just his 'best friend" in his mind?"

"I'm not even sure I know what it's supposed to feel like."

He laughed.

"When it hits, you'll know it bubba."

I'd confided in Dean in order to be cheered up--to hear his older and
wiser response.  Instead, it made me kind of depressed.  The dryer
buzzed and he got up to fold clothes.   I went back to my room and
took a nap.  I didn't want to think about life right then.

- - -

JJ came back all sweaty from his bike ride.  Dean was done with the
laundry and gone by then.  I had been home alone until he got back.  I
was naked of course.

"Come here dude," I said.

I patted the space next to me on the couch.  He looked distrustful.
His neck was red from the sun.

"I'm sorry I embarrassed you...I like talking about sex.  I want to know
what all turns you on...but not if feels like I'm up in all your
business."

He sat down next to me.  I could smell the sweat on him.  He had on
deodorant but I could smell the slightest hint of B.O.  He pulled off
his shirt and little droplets of sweat rolled down the center of his
back.  He started pulling off his tennis shoes.  He looked me in the
eye waiting for me to say more.

"I'm sorry.  You're my best friend.  I don't want you pissed at me."

When I said "best friend," his face changed from the angry expression
to a smile.

"Okay," he said.

He pulled off his sweaty socks and put them to my nose.  Here I was
still wondering what all turned him on, but he already knew me so
well.  I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes.

"Wanna go take a shower with me?" he asked.

"You bet!"

I finished stripping him and led him to dad's bathroom with its huge
bathtub.  I felt a bubble bath would be sexier, so I turned on the
faucet and told him I'd be right back.  I came back with one of Dean's
old shower gel bottles and poured it all into the full stream of hot
water that was flowing.  The room filled with an herbal fragrance and
we stepped into the warm water.  This time we didn't fuck like rabbits
(as dad had said).  We just relaxed in each others arms.

To be continued...