Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 20:20:41 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Life of a Twisted Twin Part 13

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Life of a Twisted Twin Part 13

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

I didn't sleep after returning from Dean and Dave's place.  I just
relaxed and watched TV until it was time to go to work.  JJ was
supposedly napping, but I heard him open the bedroom door and shut the
bathroom door.  I went to the bedroom and saw the computer was closed
and off, but there was a wet spot on the bed where his ass had been.
There was no doubt he'd just finished jacking off.  I went back to the
living room.

When I saw him nearly ten minutes later, his hair was wet and brushed.
He apparently had gotten ready for work early (and cleaned up from his
jack off session).  At first, it pissed me off that he'd jacked off
without asking me to join.  Then I remembered doing the same to him
with Dean and Dave--so in the end I had no reason to be mad.

- - -

At work, my boss had brought on two new-hires.  So, we had the normal
amount of guys on the crew, but the new guys didn't know the routine.
I spent a few minutes chatting with them in the break room to get to
know them a little.  After that, I kept them busy for the next eight
hours.  The only bad thing that night was that the store's air
conditioning wasn't working well and half the store was really warm
while the other side had cool air.  The stock room was like an oven,
but we survived it anyway.

In then end, it was a good night despite the temperature.  After the
shift was over, the new guys were beat, but their attitudes were good.
Before leaving I found out that they would be working with me the rest
of the week.  When the general manager got there I introduced the new
dudes to him and then we all left.

- - -

JJ and I were tired and sweaty as we left the store.   We stopped at
McDonald's on our way home and got breakfast.  When we got home, we
took a shower together.  I was surprised that after I asked him to
soap up my back I felt his hard dick pressing into my crack.  I was
instantly aroused but had to piss badly.  As he reached around and
tweaked my tits, I had to let go and piss.  My stream arched into the
air and splattered against the tile.  He unknowingly reached down to
grab my dick and his hand was filled with piss.

"What the fuck man?"

He pulled away.

"That's nasty!" he snapped.

"It's just piss...I had to go bad.  I couldn't hold it."

"You should have warned me or gotten out to do it," he said more calmly.

I was surprised by his squeamishness.  My brother and I always pissed
in the shower.  Ever since we were kids we did it.  Originally we
pissed on each other because it was funny.  Once we started having
sex, we started pissing on each other as foreplay.  It was like
another version of cumming--squirting all over each other.  We had
even pissed in each others mouths--I thought it was hot.  Aside from
sex, every dude pisses in the shower--when you gotta go, you gotta go!

But then again, I'd had to make JJ relax about a lot of things like
eating his ass after I fucked him or sucking him after he fucked
me...eating his sweaty ass, licking dirty pits, etc.  All that stuff was
part of the sex I had since the beginning with my brothers and Dave.
It was totally normal to me.  Once JJ moved in with us, he'd been a
clean freak.  I couldn't blame him after having lived in such a hell
hole of a dirty house and dirty clothes.

"I'm sorry man..." I said.

"It's cool," he said softly.

"Now where were we?" I joked.

"I was right here!"

He moved his dick back into my crack and it began to get hard again.
I put my hands on the wall and pushed my butt out.  I really wanted to
get fucked.  I wanted to shoot my load with a butt full of dick.
Seeing Dave and Dean go at the day before had kept me craving it.  I
felt a bar of soap rub against my hole.  Once my ass was thoroughly
washed by JJ's hands, he bent down and munched on it.  The devil in me
wanted to fart in his mouth, but that would cause another fight
instead of laugh.

His tongue darted all over my crack and taint.  He ended up licking my
balls from behind.  It felt so good.  As he licked them, the tip of
his nose tickled my hole.  I moaned as he pleasured me from behind.
The running water and oral sex was nice, but my feet and legs were
tired.  I needed to be on my back instead of bent over.

"Let's go to the bedroom!" I suggested.

"Okay," he agreed.

We turned off the water and quickly dried off.  Naked, we walked into
the bedroom and I fell on my back and pulled my legs up to my chest.
He grabbed the lube and squirted it all over his dick.  I closed my
eyes and waited for him to mount me.  I felt the tip of his dick go in
first.  Then slowly he slid in all the way.  Instead of humping right
away, he moved my long legs more apart and lay on top of me.  I felt
his warm lips on mine and my tongue slid into his mouth.  We kissed
slow and deeply with our chests pressed together.  Little by little,
his hips began to move up and down.  I enjoyed having my ass fucked
fully but slowly.

That went on for about ten minutes.  Then he began bucking me quickly.
I squeezed my arm between us and began jacking off.  I
opened my eyes and stared into his.

"Harder dude!  Cum in my ass!"

He started ramming me and I tightened my hole as much as I could.  The
extra "gripping" did the trick.

"Uhhh....ohhhh....ugghhh," he yelled as he squirted jizz into my rectum.

I had held my orgasm back until he started cumming, when he began
groaning I let my load go.  I squirted my own sperm onto his and my
bellies.

In the afterglow, we lay on our backs and held hands.  It was very
nice...but I knew it wasn't love.  It was just a good fuck between
friends.  Either way, I was content.  I slowly drifted to sleep.

- - -

I woke up alone in bed.  I drowsily got up and walked to the kitchen
to have a late lunch.  JJ was sitting at the coffee table staring at
the computer.  He wasn't typing or doing anything.

"What's up?" I asked.

I turned on the sink to splash cool water on my face.  He didn't
answer until I made a sandwich and sat by him on the couch.

"Read it..." he said.

I pulled the computer onto my lap and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
A web page was pulled up on the monitor.  It was the business
networking site that he used to try to communicate with his dad. I
looked at the message on the screen--he hadn't opened it yet.  Since he
wouldn't do, I did.  Using the touch pad, I clicked it open and read
aloud.

"It says...'Hi, I am extremely sorry to hear about your mother passing
away.  She and I were very close once.  Please give my sentiments to
your family."

Under the message were his name "Ahmed Khalid" and his contact information.

"Oh my god dude...there's his fucking address right there!  He just
confirmed he knew your mom." I shouted.

I reached over and gave him a big hug and scruffed up his hair.  He
didn't react, but at least he didn't go into the "gloom mood".

After being quiet he finally spoke.

"I want to go see him. Will you take me?"

"Of course man, but aren't you going to call him first?"

"No, I just want to show up.  I want to see if he realizes I'm his
son.  Maybe I'll pretend to just stop by and say I wanted to meet my
mom's friend."

"Well, that's kind of weird, but okay," I said. "Let's go on Saturday."

He agreed to go on Saturday.  When dad got home, I waited until he was
alone to propose a trip to Austin.  Dad let me drive JJ to Waco before
in his truck, surely he'd let me drive the two of us in my own car.
It was twice the distance, but only three hours away in total.  I was
quite sure dad was going to be cool with it.

"You want to do WHAT?" he asked.

I'd cornered him just after dinner he was relaxing with a beer.  Maybe
he was just really tired.

"Yeah, I mean, it's just for the day.  We wanna go hang there for a
few hours--we'll be home before dark."

"I don't think so buddy, you're just in high school and that car's
getting older.  You could have one of those tires blow out."

"But dad...Dave just did a tune up on it!  It runs like a dream.  I know
how to change a fuckin' tire." I argued.

"Watch your mouth.  How about you get bubba to drive you down there?
He knows that city really good."

He wanted Dean to take us.  I was getting pissed.

"Come on dad...you said you used to ride all over the place in grandpa's
car when he was asleep at night!  I've heard you brag about what a
rebel you were, but I'm not sneaking out.  I'm asking you to trust me
and let me go.  I'm asking for this one chance!  You want JJ to wait
forever find out about his dad like Dean?"

Dad looked stunned for a minute.  He drank the rest of his beer.

"What's the real reason you two are going?"

I confessed our scheme to meet JJ's dad.  I didn't mention we were
going to pretend to be in town...I just said we were going to go meet
him.  Dad didn't press for the details.  He looked down at his lap.

"It's really important for you two huh?"

He looked me in the eye after that.

"Yes sir, it's really important."

"Don't you realize you could really disrupt their life by doing this?"

"Dad, we're just going to meet him--not blab to his family if he has one."

He put the beer down.  His eyes looked deeply into mine.

"Be back before dark or your ass is grounded.  He gave me a weird grin."

I stood up with relief.  I could smell my pits where I had been
sweating during the conversation.

"And get me a Pepsi while you're up!"

Dad winked at me.  I went to the kitchen and got a can out for each of
us.  I decided to ask Dad another question while we were alone.  I sat
down again after popping open each of the cans.

"Dad, can I ask you something personal?"

"Sure," he said.

"Can you tell me about Dean's dad?  How did you know him before Dean was born."

He was taken off guard.

"I mean...I've seen the video dad.  All of us have."

For the first time in my life, I'd embarrassed dad.  His face flushed
and he didn't speak.

"Oh shit...well that's one helluva question Curt."

"I know dad."

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.  There was more gray
in it than his natural color.  The expression on his face made him
seem older than he was.  He spoke in short sentences at first.  Then
the words began to flow.  Soon dad was telling me the story of meeting
Hank and Mom...their sexual experiences.  Then he told me about Hank
getting killed as a soldier.  Dad's voice never wavered, but his eyes
got watery once.  I was dumbfounded to hear the story coming from him.
I had no idea of the truth behind everything.

After dad was finishing his story, JJ came back from his daily bike
ride.  I kind of resented his invasion of our privacy.  Dad had just
spilled such an intimate story and our close moment felt as is it were
being cut short.  Dad greeted JJ as he headed to the bathroom to
shower.  Dad put his hand on my shoulder.

"I'll tell your brother eventually.  I don't think he'll be mad that I
told you first, but I want him to hear it from me.  He'll likely have
the same questions you did.  Now go tell JJ you and him are headed to
Austin this weekend!"

I gave dad a quick hug as I walked away.  He gave me a playful slap on
my underwear-covered butt and laughed.

- - -

With dad getting his first bonus check after becoming the plant
manager, he used the money to make some upgrades to our property.  The
first task was getting our drive paved.  The contractor he hired
showed up at six a.m. on Saturday Morning.  I would have probably
slept through their noise, but JJ was already up when the noise
started.  JJ had apparently been up for a few hours--restless about
the trip.  I got up and took a shower to try to wake up more.

Once out of the shower, I put on a button-up shirt and my best jeans.
I gave up on trying to brush my hair neatly and put a cap on.  JJ
meticulously groomed for half an hour in the bathroom.  I found him
trying to tweak the faint goatee that he was trying to grow.  So far
it was just fuzzy.  Dad barged into the bedroom and told us to get the
hell out before the drive was blocked.  We scrambled out to the car
and got started on our way to Austin.

- - -

I played music on the CD player after the local Dallas/Fort Worth
radio stations began to fade out.  I could tell it bugged JJ a
little--we had diverse tastes in music.  For the few bands we liked in
common, I didn't have any of their CD's in the car to listen to.  I
turned it off and tried to find another station.

"It's cool man.  Put the CD back on...I'm just nervous as fuck."

I turned it back on but kept the volume low.  He constantly looked at
the maps we printed as if they would become any clearer.  His
restlessness eventually made me anxious.  I was really glad to see
highway signs referencing that Austin was getting closer.  We stopped
to get gas in Round Rock.  I suggested for us to get some food before
moving on.  He numbly agreed.  I was starving, but he wasn't that
hungry.  I stopped at a Taco Bell and got us some food.  We shared a
drink, but he only ate one taco.  I easily ate his share.  After we
were done, I grabbed my school gym bag from the trunk and we both
gargled with some mouthwash.

Once back on the road, he read the directions to me.  As we exited the
freeway, we drove into an old residential area.  The homes were quite
old, but very well kept.  They were a mixture of styles from various
older eras.  The lawns were all very green and manicured.  Finally, he
told me to turn off the main road.  Just after two more turns, we were
on his dad's street.  I slowed the car down to a snail's pace so that
we'd see the house number before we drove up to it.

Excitedly he gasped, "It's that one...I see the number on the porch."

Both sides of the street were lined with sidewalks.  Just past the
sidewalk, each house had a perpendicular walkway leading to the porch.
Just after the sidewalk there were a few steps going leading to the
rest of the walkway.  Most of the porches had additional stairs to the
left or right ends.

The porch of the house we stopped at lined the entire front of the
home.  There were loads of plants and pieces of nice outdoor
furniture.  We parked just past the house--more so in front of the
neighbor's house.  A lone calico cat sat perched on the wooden
railing.  A humid breeze blew around us after we got out.

"Are you ready dude?  You want me to wait out here in the car?"

"No, man...please come with me.  I'm a nervous wreck.  Who's gonna
answer the door even?"

Prior to arriving, we'd discussed how it might be a shock to a wife or
child to find out about JJ.  That's why we planned to disguise it as a
simple visit.  We'd just have to play it by ear.  JJ looked really
cute with his hair gelled up and a new polo shirt on.  He looked
really vulnerable and nervous as well.  I played it cool and just
followed him up the steps.  We walked quietly to the door.  Next to
the door was a ladies bicycle painted blue with a lighter blue seat.
JJ lifted his shaking hand up and rang he doorbell.  He swallowed
hard.  The porch had appeared cool and shady from the street but it
was just as hot under its roof.

The door opened and a pretty dark-haired girl about fourteen or so
opened the door.  She was in light green shorts and wore a t-shirt
with flowers on it.

"Is uh...Mr. Khalid home?" JJ asked.

She laughed good-naturedly.  I wondered if he's mispronounced the name.

"Hold on...."

She stepped back into the house with the door ajar.  The smell of food
came wafting out along with wonderful cool air.

"Dad, it's for you...at the door!"

She came back to the door and left it slightly open.  She pulled the
bike away from the house and took off its lock from the wheel.
"Have a good day!" she said sweetly and walked the bike down the
steps.  Once down at the sidewalk, she whisked away in seconds.  We
had been looking her way and jumped when a deep voice spoke behind us.

"Can I help you gentlemen?"

Standing in the doorway was man about the same height as JJ.  He had
skin that was a very light brown.  His hair was cropped short but was
obviously wavy.  He wore glasses and had a trimmed goatee and
mustache.  He almost looked Latin-American. He had on Jeans and a
green t-shirt with a San Antonio Spurs logo on it.  It was hard to
believe he was the same age as JJ's mother--he looked much younger.

"Hi. You're a friend of my mother's...Grace.  I was in town and
well...after getting your message I thought maybe you could tell me a
little more about her."

I thought to myself, "Good answer dude!'

"Come on in guys, it's hot as hell out there" he said politely.

We followed him into a living room that looked like those in
magazines.  The couch and chairs were a mixture of eclectic
styles...some of the stuff looked really old--other things modern.  It
was all very clean and bright with a very comfortable vibe.  I was
already more at ease.  I wasn't sure about poor JJ.

"Justin, do you and your friend want something to drink? I have
bottles of water chilled...or there's Dr. Pepper."

"No sir, thank you."

I told him "no thank you" as well.

"This is Curt Johnson...he's my best friend.  I've been living with him
and his family after mom died."

The man moved over to shake my hand and then he sat down opposite of
us.  I felt sweat still trickling down my back under my shirt, but the
air conditioner turned on and it felt heavenly.  He looked much
younger than dad...he must have been about 38 or so.  He took his
glasses off and placed them on a table.  He had long lashes like JJ.

"I haven't seen your mom in a good sixteen or so years.  I'm afraid we
lost track some time after we graduated college."

"What was she like back then? I mean...was she happy or?"

The man stood up again and paced.  Before turning back around he
paused and looked out of the back window in deep reflection.  He
turned back to us again.

"I'm a widower now.  I lost my wife a few years ago to cancer.  It was
tragic.  I met her after your mother and I broke up.  Your mother and
I were engaged you know..."

He sat down again.

"You see, we were supposed to get married.  I loved your mother so
much.  At that young age I felt as if she were my soul mate.  We were
so close but our families clashed,  and then she and I fought over it.
There were other challenges besides that.

He sighed.

"We had a terrible falling out.  Then sadly enough...she totally cut me
off.  I couldn't understand how she could do that."

He scratched his head.

"Oh now hey...it's not right of me to speak that way of your mother.
Please forgive me."

JJ sat up and looked the man directly into his eyes.

"I'll tell you the truth about my mother.  She had psychological
problems and was a drug addict.  She got pregnant with me, lived with
my great Aunt until she got hooked on pills and other stuff.  She went
downhill.  We were practically homeless many times.  We lived on
welfare and charity.  She died of an overdose, sir."

His voice cracked at the end.  I was shocked at JJ's ballsy speech.
The look on the man's face was of total shock.  After JJ stopped
talking they just stared at each other.  I felt like I shouldn't have
been there--none of their conversation was my business.  I kept on
sweating despite the cool air blowing overhead.  Then the man got up
and sat next to JJ.  He spoke calmly and put his hand on JJ's
shoulder. Then he smiled big.

"I knew who you were to me the minute you walked in the door.  I don't
know what to say...I don't."

Just as the dreaded "hopeless" expression began to fill JJ's face, the
man hugged him.  His father hugged him.  JJ's eyes were shut tight and
his mouth quivered.  They never heard me step out of the door.

- - -

Inside the car, I blasted the air conditioner.  The engine's
temperature gauge on the dash threatened to move above normal.  I had
finished eating all of ice in both of our Taco Bell cups.  Some thirty
minutes later, the door of the house opened and I was motioned back
inside by his dad.  When I stepped back inside, JJ was sitting there
with a shoebox of photos next to him.

"We can't catch up on everything today, Curt, and there's no need for
you to sit out there in the heat."

His dad had a laid back and kind demeanor about him and was extremely
articulate.  He sat next to him on the couch.  Sitting there together,
I could see the resemblance with the glasses removed.  His dad was
handsome.  He was skinny but in shape...very clean cut.

"You've already met JJ's sister Valerie just now.  She's the only
child I had with my wife."

Obviously, that information had been discussed by the two of them
while I was outside.  His dad took a photo from the box and handed it
to him.

"These are your grandparents.  Both have passed now.  They arrived in
the U.S. when they were very young from Lebanon.  They were always
very old-fashioned.  Now this is your great Aunt.  She is still alive
and living in Canada.  She's old but she's far from being old
fashioned."

They talked as the photos were passed from one another and then to me.
I handed each back after looking at it.  Some were of American-born
family members, others from Lebanon.

"You have a rich ancestral background...a really large family.  I know
many might be shocked to hear about you, but they are great people and
I know they will love to meet you.  I'm going to have to sit down and
have a good talk with your sister though.  She's a very bright girl
and loving.  I know she'll be okay with this news after the initial
surprise wears off.  She's really mature."

Relief turned into fatigue...my ass was getting tired from sitting there
a long time, but eventually JJ stood up and told his dad we had to get
back.

"I'll talk to your sister soon.  I'll call you to let you know how it goes."

There wasn't any dramatic goodbye or anything.  They planned to meet
again soon.  His dad walked us out to the car and shook my hand before
I got inside the car.

"You are a good friend indeed!  My son is very lucky."

I just nodded and walked around to my door.  His dad gave him a firm
hug again and slipped something into his hand before walking back into
his house.  When we got in the car, JJ held up one photos.  One was of
his sister and the other of his dad.  The smile on his face was
priceless.  I thought his face was going to break.  He rode back home
with me the happiest guy in the world.

- - -

Later in the week, dad surprised us by installing an above-ground
pool.  It wasn't big enough to swim in of course, but it was great for
keeping cool.  We couldn't wait to splash around in it.  When it was
finally ready, I stripped naked right there and hopped in.  Dad had a
funny look on his face as JJ was right there.

"Dad, JJ knows Jeff and I are nudists--we go naked when you're not
here like we used to all the time."

Dad looked a little irked, but defeated.  I stood up on the ladder and
tossed my shoes and shorts off onto the lawn.  I hopped in and
splashed wildly.

"Get your ass in here!" I shouted to JJ.

He acted like he was going to go into the house to change into shorts.
Surprisingly, he dropped his jeans and pulled off his shirt.  Off came
his tennis shoes and he was standing there in boxers only.  Dad had
gone back inside to use the bathroom.

"Just strip man...go for it!  Grow some balls you chicken shit!"

His eyebrows rose.

"I'll show you chickenshit!" He laughed.

He ripped off his underwear and ran up the ladder.  He jumped hard and
landed on my back knocking me underwater.  Then we wrestled naked for
a couple of minutes.  Out of breath, he gave in when I had his hands
pulled behind his back.  I let go and kissed him.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"Well, it's not too chilly...it's just right," he replied.

"No man...not the water.  Being free and naked."

He mumbled, "It's kind of cool actually.  Feels better than having trunks on."

Just then, dad came out with a couple of towels for us all...and no
clothes on!  He'd apparently seen JJ strip too and took our lead.

"Alright dad!" I yelled.

JJ looked at little astonished at first.  Dad walked out in just flip
flops. His thick dick was bouncing along with his ball sac as he
walked down the front steps.  He walked over to the pool and draped
the towels on the side of the pool.  He climbed up the pool steps and
scooted carefully into the water.  Dad fell backwards and floated on
his back.  JJ was trying not to stare at dad's penis, but it was he
obviously curious.  Once we were on the other side of the pool hanging
onto the side, I whispered to JJ.

"Dad's got a big one huh?"

He just laughed.  I gave his dick a tug under the water and winked.
After that, I floated around on my own and just relaxed.  When JJ saw
that our nudity was harmless and not such a big deal, he ducked his
head under the water and splashed us when he came back up.

- - -

We didn't stay in the water for a long time as no one had on
sunscreen.  Dad got out first.  JJ had a farmer's tan with dark arms
and legs from bike riding.  Dad had no tan anymore at all.  My
construction tan was gone after winter and working so many nights.  We
planned to go back into the water after sundown.  JJ and I took the
other towel and passed it back and forth drying each other off.  Back
in the house, dad put shorts on.  He wasn't totally ready to freely go
naked in front of JJ.  I didn't understand why.  I stayed naked and he
never said a word.  JJ but his boxers on after drying off.  We napped
the rest of the evening until it was time to go to work.

In the evening, JJ received a phone call from his dad.  The talk with
his sister finally happened and it went really well.  His dad was
planning a trip to the Dallas area with his sister so that they could
meet and be officially introduced.  I thought about how things had
really turned around for all of us.  JJ found his family, we could be
naked again, and dad had a good job.  Things were going well again and
all seemed good in the world.

To be continued...