Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2015 12:38:27 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Life of a Twisted Twin Part 17

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Life of a Twisted Twin Part 17

(Fiction/fantasy, teen/college romance, incest)

As the autumn days grew cooler, school got busier.  I was so thankful it
was my senior year.  I had no idea what I wanted to do beyond graduation
but it sure as hell wouldn't be college.  Jeff wasn't too keen on the idea
of more school either.   Dad put no pressure on us at all to decide if we
wanted to go.  However, he was clear on the idea that if we didn't go to
college we'd better work full time.  He wasn't being a stern to make us pay
more bills but implied we should save as much money as would could.  That
way, whenever we had any emergency or had some opportunity that was costly,
we'd be set.

After paying dad money for bills and paying for my own personal expenses, I
rarely splurged.  Opposite of me, Jeff often bought new clothes or would
pay a lot to get his hair cut and styled.  He'd begun to take more interest
in his looks than ever before, but wasn't stuck up.  He just looked good.
He kept in shape by jogging, biking, skateboarding and of course running.

Jeff began to have his own style that wasn't borrowed or advised from Dean
or anyone.  His new clothes weren't too trendy or flashy, but the
combinations of items made him look really unique.  Black socks, red tennis
shoes, funky t-shirts, etc.  He got pissed if I wore his stuff without
asking, so I kept to my fade faithful jeans and worn out shirts.  He always
smelled good too (wasn't ever gonna be told that he stank again!).

Aside from our faces you couldn't tell we were twins otherwise.  It didn't
bother me.  After years of dressing similarly and having exactly the same
hair, the differences were refreshing.  My hair was still scraggly but I
kept it clean and tried to control it.  I considered getting it all cut off
but I had no idea what style I'd want to change it to.  So, I didn't
bother.

Jeff and I had become so different in our choices of guys and dating too.
I'd been dating Butch for a while but Jeff still had no steady boyfriend.
I was the hopeless romantic and he was obsessed with sex: online camming,
Internet porn, sexual chat rooms, etc.   Whenever he actually met up with
someone in person that he met online he was disappointed.  They were either
boring or a "major slut" or "nasty".   He was starting to be turned on by
older guys in their mid to late 20's and attempted to hook up with them
online.  He wouldn't tell them he was really in high school.  There were
one or two decent guys but when they came over and realized he lived at
home and was in high school it scared them off (naturally).   And then he
was alone all over again.

- - -

Two weeks after my first sexual experience with Butch, we hung out again.
We went out to see a film that he'd referred to as "avant garde" and I
feared it would bore me to tears.  It turned out to be riveting and was
about two European gay men.  While we watched the film in the trendy Dallas
cinema he openly held my hand through the whole thing.  The place was full
of college students, artsy types, and obviously gay men so I wasn't even
embarrassed that time.  Whenever he touched me--regardless of how simple the
gesture--my dick woke up.   Between his body contact and the erotic moments
on screen, I was hard during the entire film.

When the movie was over, we slowly made our way back to my car.   Sitting
there in the handicap parking space (he brought his placard) my car with
its purple body, green left door, and gray hood looked a mess.  With no
hubcaps, its big black tires looked so ghetto.   I thought to myself that a
new car would be a great thing to save up for.  I opened the door for him
and let him hop inside.  I closed the door for him and walked to my side.
I was glad he accepted the gesture as "gentlemanly" and not trying to do
something "for a cripple" (as he said when got defensive).

Once in my seat, I started the car and we began our journey back to his
house in the suburbs.  The colorful city lights and skyline changed to
smaller office buildings and shopping strips on the sides of the freeway.
As we drove we chatted a little about the movie.  It had been extremely
romantic yet tragic.  We discussed the best parts.

"My favorite part," he said, "was the huge kiss at the zoo...when they
realized that they were in love."


Concentrating on driving, I quickly turned my head to look at him in the
dark.  The lights of the cars behind us twinkled in his eyes.

"Did I tell you that were you damn fine?" he said.

My face flushed.

"You're quite sexy yourself dude!" I said shyly.

He rested his hand on my upper leg as I drove on.  I drove slower than
normal to prolong our time together.  Too soon I was pulling into their
driveway.

"Do you wanna come in?"

"Yeah, I wanna cum in you alright," I joked.

"Seriously," he said.

"It's not too late for your parents?"

"Naw man...they're night owls.  Dad stays up late even if he has to get up
early.  Mom's up for hours."

I opened the door and got out.  When I got to his side he was already out
and standing.  Walking slowly, he carried his stick instead of using it to
balance.  He walked wobbly but determined.  Once at the door, he pulled
keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

"I'm home!" he shouted after we entered.


I smelled something awesome cooking and my stomach growled.  The popcorn we
ate was wearing off because my metabolism was crazy fast.  I was hungry
enough to eat a horse.

"We're gonna go hang out in my room."

His dad was watching TV but lifted an eyebrow and grinned.


"Hold up guys...come on into the den for a minute," his mom said.  "I wanna
talk to you boys."

She'd called from around the corner.


"Seriously mom?" he sighed.

I followed him to a cool looking room that looked like an old New Orleans
parlor.  It was something Dean would love in it's almost vampire movie-like
ambience.  Purple velvety curtains draped around the windows.   Gold satin
pillows sat on the black leather couch.  Candles twinkled in several
corners.  The knickknacks looked like antiques.  An open book lay on the
coffee table.

We sat down and I put my hands in my lap.  Butch seemed bored, but not
really embarrassed.

"I want you guys to promise me you'll have protected sex.  Honey, have you
ever been tested for HIV?"

The last question was directed at me.

"MOM!" he groaned.

"Now Jeff, I don't know you're sexual history--you might even be a virgin.
But I've lost several friends, dear gay men, to AIDS in the last several
years.  Butch and you might want to have anal sex, but if you don't get
tested, please use a condom."

Now I felt embarrassed.  I thought about the tons of times I'd fucked or
had been fucked with no protection at all.  It was always with family...well
except for with JJ.  And then there was the carwash dude.   And then there
was Dave and Dean--who knows who all they had three-ways with.  Looking down
at the floor I suddenly felt like a slut.

"No ma'am.  I ain't been tested, but I will if Butch wants me to."

I looked at him and was waiting for a laugh.  His face turned serious.

"Would you?  I mean you'd have to wait three months from your last
experience."

I was embarrassed even more.

"Sure," I mumbled.

"Sweet!  Now let's go get half naked and make out!"

He said that right in front of his parents!  I awkwardly stood up and
followed him.  The door to his room was shut when we got there.  He
playfully pushed me against it and pretended to hump me from behind.

"Dude, you need to step on a stool to reach my ass!" I teased.

"What?" he exclaimed.

I opened the door fast and closed it.  We wrestled with the door and then I
let go and jumped back.  He darted in and tackled me hard.  We fell against
the bed and rolled wrestling hard.  Wrestling turned into kissing and
laughing.

"You can beat me dude--I've gotten plenty of practice from my brothers!"

In no time flat, our shirts and shoes were in the floor and his hand was in
my pants as we made out.   We got hot and heavy, eventually our cocks were
pulled out and we jacked each other to a hot climax.

I felt so tired and hungry after we were done.  I sleepily stood up and
pulled my shirt and shoes on.  He pulled on a pair of jogging shorts, one
shoe, and his leg.  We walked halfway down the hall and paused for more
kissing.  As I bent down to his level I ran my hands up and down his smooth
back and into his shorts.  I pulled back when I heard his folks talking
again.  So, he walked me to my car for the last kiss of the evening.  I
drove home happy and hard...but starving.

- - -

Time flew by and the season turn into autumn as I stayed busy with work and
school.  We talked on the phone at least once a day.  I continued to work
nights on weekends but made time on Saturday or Sunday to hang with my
boyfriend.

On the other hand, Jeff continued to not date and lived on the Internet.
Once homework was done, he was on the computer chatting with friends about
nonsense or sports, jacking off to porn, or watched guys on live sex cams.
He still hadn't gotten a new job yet and was a homebody.  One evening, I
finally got sick of it.  I decided to get him out of there on the next
available night.

- - -

The next Friday was sunny and unseasonably warm.  Typical in Texas--one week
chilly, the next warm, the next cold again.  On the way home from school, I
casually asked him if he would drive with me to a board shop in Dallas.  To
my surprise he agreed to go.

We decided to grab a bite to eat on the way and that worked well into my
plan.  I made sure that I drove us there.  Eventually, I led him to believe
I was getting off the freeway before our intended exit to avoid rush hour
traffic.  He paid no mind and just went with the flow.  He got suspicious
as we drove past shops with mostly guys hanging around... and several holding
hands.

After he realized we were in the section of Dallas with all the gay clubs,
he seemed a little distracted.  I parked the car and told him I wanted to
get some burgers where Butch and I ate together.  I expected him to get mad
but he just said, "okay".

While at the restaurant we ate indoors.  We got a lot of looks from the men
we passed by who were eating or just chatting outdoors.  I assumed he would
be defensive around all these gay men because neither of us was "out".  I
had always been hesitant to acknowledge or talk to effeminate men while
associating them with all the things I didn't like about the gay stereotype
(like when JJ was hit on by the fem guy in Wal-Mart--I thought my brother
would be the same way).

As people stared at the novelty of two young blondish twins, he began to
perk up.  From somewhere behind us at our table, we heard someone whistle
and then heard someone say "hot twins".  Jeff puffed up proudly and smiled.

"Dude, is my hair okay?" he asked

"It's perfect...but you know you brushed it before you got out of the car!"

"I'll be right back," he said and hurried to the men's room.

He strutted as he made his way across the diner.  I rolled my eyes.  I
leaned back and ran my fingers through my hair.  "Maybe I should have got
it cut like Jeff's," I thought to myself.  But I just didn't want us to
dress identically--that was so corny.

I ordered our food and the waiter left to the grill to turn the order in.
Jeff came strutting back out again with his hair slightly changed (he'd
moistened it).  He plopped back on his chair smiling mischievously.

"Why'd you go do that?" I asked.

I nodded down to his shirt that was now tightly tucked in.

"So these guys can see my butt."

"Oh good God," I laughed.

I was amused at his sudden macho attitude.  I had to agree though...his ass
was fine.  The slim jeans and undersized t-shirt accentuated his runner's
body.  I'd noticed also that he even though he wore boxers his dick lay
against his leg in the tight jeans making it stand out.  No wonder he was
getting attention.  I mean...the whole restaurant didn't stop to look at us.
But for those who were eying us it sure felt like it.

"Don't pick on me bro...these dudes are just as into your skateboarder
ensemble."

I wasn't sure what to think of that remark.  I was almost eighteen--did I
STILL look like a skateboarder kid?"

Music was playing in speakers and the place was really busy...it was quite
noisy.  My stomach growled as the smell of French fries wafted through our
area.  Finally the waiter brought our food and I dug in.

"I meant to tell you dude...they guys and I were talking in P.E. and they
remarked about how your bod's filling out," Jeff said.  "They were bitching
about their own bods mostly."

"Whaa?" I mumbled with a mouth full of food.

"Yeah, I guess it's because you're not running anymore.  You're building
muscle now.  I'm kind of envious.  Maybe I need to get a job as a stocker
too."

I was flattered at my brother's compliment.   I'd dreaded being so skinny
for years.   I hadn't noticed any major changes.  I thought my tight shirts
were tight only because they were old as hell and had shrunk in the washing
machine.

Being fast eaters, we were already done in less than fifteen minutes.
Before we could get up to leave, two cute African American guys stopped by
our table.

"Hey, are you and your brother here interested in hanging out with us?
We're heading down to Starbuck's around the corner."

They introduced themselves as Les and Keith.

"Well, we're leaving to go to a board shop and then we gotta head home," he
said.  "But if you're still in high school and looking for friends, why
don't you give me your number."

I was taken aback by Jeff's confidence.  He was smooth.  The taller and
darker skinned guy pulled out his phone.

"I'll text you now dude...what's your number?"

He was smooth too.  Jeff rambled off his cell number and made sure that the
text came through.  We shook hands with the guys and walked out of the shop
toward the car.  Just as we left I heard one of those guys say to someone,
"How you do you like them apples?"

I smiled at the reference to the movie quote and watched my brother's ass
bounce as he walked cockily.

- - -

We finished buying what we wanted in the board shop and then I drove him
over to Butch's mom's tattoo shop.  I knew he'd think it was really cool.
I didn't surprise him this time, I told him exactly where we were heading.

When we entered the tattoo shop, a striking man with a shaved head, buff
arms, and piercing blue eyes greeted us.  His shirt was sleeveless and
displayed many tats.  His jeans were skintight and didn't leave anything
for the imagination.

"Good evening guys...you have an appointment or just considering which tats
to get?"

"Naw, we're just looking," I said timidly.  "My buddies' mom works here.

"Sheila?"

I nodded yes.

"Hey Sheila, you have visitors!" he shouted back.

Several seconds later, Butch's mom came around the corner.  She gave me a
big hug and lightly kissed me on the cheek.

"Hey sugar...you bring Butch up here?"

"No ma'am, I'm here with my brother.  I wanted to show him how awesome this
place is."

I nodded over his way.  He was engrossed at the samples of artwork on the
wall...in particular a drawing of a scorpion.  Then he turned around to face
us.

"Oh, you're just as damn handsome as your brother!"

She walked over to him and gave him the same hug and peck on the cheek.

"This is Jeff..."

"So what are you boys doing over this way?"

I explained to her we'd gone shopping for skateboard stuff and had a bite
to eat.  From the corner of my eye I could see a shirtless guy getting a
tattoo on his upper arm.  He was mostly behind a privacy partition.  He
looked like a slightly overweight businessman type.  He had slacks and
dress shoes on.

Just then a Goth type girl walked another similar girl to the counter
discussing the tattoo she'd just gotten.

"You're boyfiend's gonna love it!" she told her.

"Maybe I should get my head shaved like him!" I said.

I pointed to the hot guy that had greeted us at the door.

"Oh Curt why?  You've got such beautiful hair!"

"It's a mess ma'am.  I gotta get it cut off eventually to get a decent job."

"Well maybe you just need it thinned out some," she suggested.

The female tattoo artist overheard us.

"Why don't you go down to Ethel's?  They do badass work."

I looked at my brother and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Do it!" he said.

He'd heard me bitch about my hair many times but I'd never get anything
done to it.  I usually let dad cut it or I used the scissors to cut off
pieces.  On a whim, I agreed.

Five minutes later, we'd walked down a block to an ancient old building
that looked like it had been there since the Depression.  It looked like
the old store fronts seen on TV movies from that era.  The old brickwork in
the front and corner was discolored from the metal drains poking from the
sides.  The rest of it was the color of polluted skies.  The space above it
had been painted several times and old layers were flaking off.  The former
storefront window was now replaced with glass bricks.  There was no sign on
the place at all.

We walked inside and I smelled chemical smells--hair dye.  A tiny Asian guy
was at the counter watching the Brady Bunch on a small TV.  With Butch's
mom at our side, we didn't say anything.   The guy perked up once he
realized we'd entered and he sat up straight.

"Yes ma'am, do you have an appointment?" he asked.

"Nope, but is Ethel or Ziggy here?  I've brought y'all some business!"

Then a very round lady walked out from behind some black hanging beads.
She was probably the same age as Butch's mom.  She wore a skirt that was
way too short and had huge tits.  She was very upbeat and loud.

"Heeyyyyyy!" she said and ran to hug Butch's mom.

"Girl, I brought over this young man here.  He wants to get his hair
tightened up.  This here is Curt, my baby's handsome boyfriend.  His
brother's gonna hang tight if you've got time to help them out."

"Hell, too bad these boys aren't straight...I'd take'm home!"

I didn't even ask her why she assumed that Jeff was gay too...but she was so
animated that I didn't dare interrupt.

"Honey, just make yourself at home anywhere.  There's Cokes in the fridge."

She nodded to the corner and Jeff walked over and got him a can.  Just
beyond the hanging bead curtain were two barber chairs.  She patted the
seat of one and I shyly sat down.

"So what do you wanna do?" she stroked my hair kind of seductively as we
both looked into the mirror on the wall.

"Well, I wanna get it cut, but I don't."

"You got a job interview babe...or court date?"

"Neither," I laughed.

She asked more questions and was finally satisfied.

"Okay, so let's do this...I'm gonna cut some out and sharpen up your look.
If you wanna frizz it up and go crazy you can or if you wanna look good for
summer job interview, I'll show you how to style it."

"Uh sure..." I said.

She turned up her music and led me to a sink where I laid back and she
washed my hair.  I had to admit, the way she massaged my head felt really
good.  I didn't get an erection, but I really liked it.  I began to imagine
Butch in a tub with me doing the same to my hair--and then I started to get
a hard on.  Luckily, I was tucked in good down there.

"Okay, back in the seat bud."

She led me back to the chair and whirled me around to face the mirror
again.  I felt chop after chop from around my head.  I ended up just
closing my eyes.  I was afraid to see it before it was done.  She cut a lot
of hair.  It made me very nervous.  Then she rotated the chair away from
the mirror and I faced the sink.  Then I felt and smelled several different
sprays and pumps of hair product being shot into my hair.

"Ma'am...I don't know if I'm gonna remember all the stuff you're doing to my
hair."

"Don't worry guy...you can use whatever product you have at home.  You're
paying for this experience so why not get the best stuff?"

"Oh, okay," I said uneasily.

"I'm just about done anyway.  Let me trim this one piece..."

The whole time she was cutting she let her boobs rub against me like it was
the normal thing to do.  I got used to it and the embarrassment turned to
amusement.  She sang to the music off and on while she happily worked.
Then she whirled me around again and I was stunned.  I didn't believe I was
looking at my own head.

"So you wash your hair tomorrow...if you want to look scruffy just towel dry
it and let it go.  If you wanna look good for your boss--or the judge--just
part it here or on either side.  Use your dryer and pull this down..."


She showed me like four different ways to style my hair--each looked
awesome.

"Yoo-hoo...get your cute ass in here and look at your brother!" she yelled
through the doorway.

Jeff walked in looking bored and then perked up.

"Holy shit bro!  You look perfect!"

Ethel walked us up to the counter where the short guy had been but was no
longer there.  She wrote out a ticket and slid it to me on the counter.  I
nearly shit when I saw the price.   I had only twenty bucks on me.  Reading
my mind, my brother saved me.

"Here you go ma'am".

Jeff slid his Visa bank card on the counter and winked at me.

"Y'all knock off the ma'am please...I'm just a girl!" she laughed.

As we walked out of the hair salon, he took out his phone and snapped a
quick photo.  Then he began texting.

"Who are you sending that to?"

"Just dad!"

We walked quietly back to the tattoo shop.  His phone beeped.  It was a
return message from dad.

"What'd he say?" I asked.

He read dad's text out loud:  "Holy shit!"

- - -

We stopped by the tattoo shop to show Butch's the results of her efforts.

"Oh that looks precious!" she cooed.  "My baby's crazy about you already
but he's gonna love this!"

I texted my photo to my Chester on the way home.  He didn't send any words
in his reply--just a photo of his hard dick!

- - -

Back at home, we were surprised that dad wasn't made after we stayed out so
late.  However, we did our homework in front of him to show him we were
being responsible.  It was close to midnight after I finished writing my
paper for English.  Jeff had finished his first and had fallen asleep on
the couch next to me.  He had stayed up with me so that I wouldn't fall
asleep.

Slouched over in his spot on the couch, he wore only black socks.  His cock
and balls lay against his left leg.  I admired how his pubic bush, like
mine, was filling out.  His feet were plopped on the coffee table and the
hair on his legs shined under the orange lamplight.  My dick hardened
looking at him splayed out like that.  I knew I could roll over and take my
brother if I wanted to.  My dick grew fully hard.

Instead of moving over to fuck him, I moved the book laying next to his hip
and grabbed his hand.  I pulled hard to move him upright.

"Get up dude...Let's get to bed!"

I didn't fuck my bro, but I did fall down tiredly on the bed next to him.
Snuggling was all I did.  After all he was my brother--I loved him.  I
enjoyed being next to him even if we didn't have sex.  The last thing I
thought about before my eyes closed was how the stuff she put in my hair
smelled like peppermint.

- - -

My hair was a hit at school the next day.  The girls that usually blinked
and grinned at me were even more annoying.  My male pals, straight as far
as we knew, still commented on it.  Even my teachers paid compliments.  I
had to admit, it was all a boost to my ego.  Not that I lacked
self-confidence, but I was shyer than Jeff.  He was more the most talkative
of us.

I was glad that even after getting a lot of it cut off, it still had the
"longer hair" look.  At lunch Dean texted me to ask who did it (I'd sent
him the photo that morning) so he could try the place out.  I was flattered
even more.

The one person whose comments mattered most of all was Butch.  I looked at
his dick pick many times that day.  Each time I looked at the photo I got
hard.  By lunchtime I had to go to my special, out of the way restroom and
rub one out.  I found I was still horny after that despite shooting an
intense load onto the wall of the toilet stall.

It was Friday and I was bummed at having to go to work instead of going on
a date.  I'd have to wait until the next morning or afternoon to see my
man.  I called him after school and we talked for nearly two hours.  I
jacked off again as we talked but I didn't tell him.  I thought it was sexy
to stroke my cock while we talked about ordinary things.

After my third orgasm of the day, I was beat.  I took a nap until it was
time to go to work.  On the way out of the door, I heard my brother on the
phone talking all flirty and sexy.  I heard him mention the name Les


To be continued

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