Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 22:08:37 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Life of a Twisted Twin Part 8

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Life of a Twisted Twin Part 8

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

I let JJ have the bedroom to himself that first night.   I grabbed a
blanket and camped out on the couch.  Once he closed the door to my
room, I didn't see him the rest of the night.  It was a school night
but I couldn't imagine going the next day after all the drama from
earlier in the evening.  Despite her lifestyle, it was a shock to hear
of JJ's mom dying.  My brother was in bed, dad had gone to his room,
and I just watched TV.   I only half-way paid attention.  The events
from the evening kept running through my head.

Just after midnight, dad came to the living room in just his robe.  I
sat up all the way and he plopped down next to me.  He rarely sat
anywhere besides his chair unless he was napping.   He put his arm
around me.  Despite the cold weather outside, I was in just my boxers.
The blanket fell to my waist when I sat up.

"Can't sleep huh?" he said.

"No dad.  I just keep thinking about the cops and all that.  I saw a
dead body being wheeled out.  It was fucked up."

He didn't gripe about using the "F" word.

"Yeah, it's hard to see something like that...and even worse being with
your buddy when he was told it was his mother."

I just looked down at my lap.

"You and him pretty close?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered.

"You two messin' around?"

The question took me off guard.  I thought I'd been discreet.  Then I
wondered why.  I had lived through my dad's threesome arrangement with
Dave and Dean for so long and they had sex in the open at any time.
Why did I feel so private about JJ?  Realistically, he wasn't hip to
my open family full of multi-partner sex, family stuff, and nudism.
But all or our modern lifestyle stuff...was I feeling ashamed of it?

"Yeah dad," I admitted.   "He's my boyfriend."

Dad's eyebrow raised and he tousled my hair.

"Well, it's not a good thing to be giving each other a black eye then."

Then I began telling dad the history of JJ from elementary days up to
reuniting recently.  He listened attentively and made none of his
usual judgmental expressions.

"So then here we are..." I explained.

As I had told the story, I hadn't paid much attention to dad running
his fingers through my hair now and then.  It was a simple gesture,
but the more he did it I relaxed.  His rough hands stroked my neck and
by the time I'd finished talking, my dick was erect.   Distracted by
the realization, I looked down at dad's lap and his robe was slightly
open.  I couldn't tell if he was hard too because of the thick
terrycloth.   I admired his hairy legs and thighs.   Had JJ not been
down the hall, I would have let my dad see my hard on.  Fuck, I'd be
naked if JJ wasn't there.  But the circumstances of the moment were
due to JJ anyway.

"I see how important he is to you.   I really don't know if the court
will allow him to stay here or not.  We're not family and we hardly
know him.   You and him been fooling around but you still don't really
know him do you?"

"I know him enough, dad."

"It's obvious your brother doesn't care for him," he added.

"Yeah, well screw him.  He's so immature."

"I see," Dad said.  "Wasn't long ago you two were two peas in a pod
and never fought at all unless you were roughhousing."

"We're growing up, dad." I told him.

He raised his eyebrow again and stood up.  I didn't see an erection,
but the mood had changed by then anyhow.  I pulled the covers up over
me and stretched out.

"You need to get some sleep for school tomorrow.  I'll run JJ around
tomorrow.  I need to get to know him better if he's going to stay here
for a while."

He got up and headed back to his room.  I was relieved to hear dad
offering to let JJ stay there.  Sometimes he could be such a hard ass,
but then he'd do something really cool out of nowhere.   Feeling
exhausted, I lay on my side and watched the TV until I finally dozed
off.

- - -

The next morning I let Jeff drive us to school.  I couldn't keep my
eyes open and dozed on the way there.  For a brief moment, I was
dreaming that all of my family--including mom--was at the lake.  I was
floating on an inner tube with my brother floating nearby.   I floated
opposite the shore and looked at the water beyond.  When I turned
around again, there was neither a shore nor my brother.  I was
suddenly alone in the middle of the ocean instead of the lake.  I
began to panic and slipped from my inner tube.  Then the car went that
damn speed bump in the school parking log.  It jarred me awake.  I
felt totally disoriented.

"Wake up bro!" Jeff said.

I felt his hand on my shoulder.  I rubbed my eyes and shook my head.
He was getting out of the car and grabbing his backpack from the rear
seat.  I stood up groggily and did the same.

"I just dreamt of mom," I said.

He didn't respond but gave me a knowing smile.

Class began as soon as the first bell rang.  I was finally awake but
bored to death.  I tried hard to pay attention to the video of the
Civil War that the teacher played.  Some of the battle scenes were
cool, but the narration made me feel tired again.  I was glad when the
bell rang and I was off to another class.

In Biology, people were already talking about JJ's mom being found
dead.  I wondered how in the hell they knew.   Then I heard the name
"Rich" and knew exactly.   He lived a few houses down from JJ almost
around the corner and on the other side of the street.  His family
must have found out what the commotion was about the night before.
For a moment, I'd thought of accusing my brother of blabbing about it
all.  By the time gym class came around, I realized no one seemed to
know where JJ was or where he was staying.

During the daytime, Dad took JJ to the county court office and ironed
out arrangements for JJ to stay with us until his next closest of kin
was contacted.  Dad fibbed and said we were close friends of JJ's
family.  The clerk allowed the temporary guardianship after dad signed
a dozen papers.

- - -

In the evening, JJ and I made one last visit to the house he and mom
had rented.  When we arrived, it was eerie, dark, and quiet.  The
exterior of the house looked like it had once been a beautiful home.
All of the original fixtures and moldings were still there but were in
need of painting.  The old wood flooring looked good in most of the
rooms but creaked badly.  The furniture looked even older and dirtier
in the daylight after all curtains were opened.

We entered his mother's room.  He remained calm as we opened her
closet door.  On the single closet shelf above the clothes was a
wooden box.   It was painted pink with small flowers bordering the
hinged cover.  He pulled it down and placed it on the bed.  There were
shoe boxes full of bills and folded papers.  Her dresser drawers
contained only clothes and a few pieces of old jewelry.  In her
bedside table, we found loads of pill bottles.  He closed the drawer
with a hard slam.

We'd brought a large plastic storage container from home to put her
things in.  Most all of her possessions fit in it.  He took a garbage
bag and dumped all her makeup and medicines into it.  He grabbed
certain pieces of clothing and some photos and placed them into the
storage container.  In less than an hour, he'd selected everything he
wanted to keep.  He'd leave the rest to the landlord to worry about.
He dumped the trash bag of pills into the old garbage can outside.  We
walked to my car and drove home.

After we got back to my house, we began going through the old bills
and papers first.  We found his birth certificate and some other
important papers, but no insurance papers.  Her pink box turned out to
hold only personal mementos which he didn't take time to look at.  So,
we made a second trip to his house and combed through shelves and
closets throughout the house thinking we could have overlooked a
lockbox or something.  We searched and searched and found nothing new.

A voice mail from the morning had been overlooked on our home phone.
The county coroner's office had called.  After calling back and
speaking to three different people, JJ was able to confirm her death
was an overdose of medications and alcohol.  They asked for the name
of the funeral service that would come to pick up his mother, but JJ
didn't know what to tell them.

- - -

I'd made space in my room for JJ's few possessions.  We hung his
clothes in my closet and I cleared a drawer for him.  After dinner,
he'd become exhausted and fell asleep on my bed with his clothes on.
I snuggled up next to him and lay there for a long time.  I couldn't
imagine what he was going through.  I lay on my side with my arm
across his chest.  Now and then, I stroked his dark and shiny hair.  I
lay there until he momentarily woke up and returned my embrace.  I
drifted off to sleep just after that.

On Saturday, I agreed to drive JJ to his great aunt Lucille's house
after I got out of bed in the afternoon.  I'd already worked all night
and sleep enough to feel rested.  By some miracle, dad offered to let
us use his truck (Jeff took the car to work).  She lived in the town
of Waco (just over two hours away from us).  JJ hadn't called her but
decided we should tell her in person.  I hoped it wouldn't be awkward
or uncomfortable.  We had no guarantee she'd even be home.

Our drive out of town was uneventful.  The sun was out but it was
extremely cold.  I was thankful for being in dad's extremely warm
truck, but I was nervous with the responsibility of using it.   I was
still puzzled that he allowed us to use it without him coming along.
Was it another one of his tests?

We didn't talk a lot as we were both still rather sleepy and tired.
What was normally beautiful countryside during spring and summer was
full of leafless trees and brown pastures.  I played the radio until
our home stations began to fade out.  The CD player was of no use as
we had only dad's 80's CD's available.  I dialed around to find
another radio station.

"Don't worry about it.  We're close to the exit anyway." he said.

He had a list of directions he'd written down from an online map
website.  He had an old envelope with his aunt's return address on it.
  As we entered the Waco area, more and more stores, gas stations, and
restaurants began to appear.  A few miles later, we exited off the
interstate highway and drove down into a very old, but picturesque
neighborhood.

He directed me to turn a few more times until we were on the correct
street.  We hunted for the street numbers on the old homes.  Then we
were at his Aunt's house.  It was a Victorian style home that had been
kept up well for its age.  Other homes on the same street didn't look
so good.  I parked in the street and we walked up the concrete steps
to her front porch.

JJ's knocked with a shaky hand.  We heard a slow shuffling noise for a
couple of minutes before the door opened.  A very ancient and tiny
woman answered the door.  She had a small walker with a container of
oxygen attached to it.  A tube ran from the oxygen container to her
nose.  She had on glasses with old fashioned frames.  She stepped out
onto the porch and her soft but withered old hand lifted up to JJ's
face.  She smiled kindly at him.

He seemed to be at a loss for words at first.

"Aunt Lucille..." he stuttered.

He old hand stroked his other cheek.  He seemed really tall next to her.

"You're Grace's boy aren't you?" she said.

"Yes ma'am.  I am."

"Well you two boys come on it.  It's so cold out 'chere."

I took off my baseball cap out of respect and followed JJ into the
house.  Noticing my gesture, he pulled off his ski cap.  An old gas
space heater was going with the visible flames blinking inside of it.
The furniture, while old, was well taken care of.  Everything was very
clean.  The smell of the old home was comforting unlike JJ's house.
She directed us to a living room just past the foyer.

"I haven't seen you since you was a little tyke.  Remember when your
mama used to bring you to see me?  You've grown into a handsome man!"

JJ blushed at her compliment.

"Uhh, Aunt Lucille...my mom died two nights ago.  It was an overdose."

Her face turned sad.

"Oh dear....oh dear."

She reached for an old purse on a small table and pulled out a
delicate lace handkerchief.  A tiny little tear fell from behind her
glasses and she wiped it away.

"Baby, I'm so sorry."

She walked a few steps with her walker to the window and looked out at
the gray sky.  No one said a word as she stood there in silence for
nearly a minute or so.  She turned back to JJ finally.

"Honey, your mama had a hard life.  I'm afraid after she left here it
didn't get no better."

She turned the walker a different direction and slowly went to another
room.  The walker shifted and her feet moved several times before she
reached her destination just outside of our view.  I looked at JJ and
he shrugged his shoulders.  She made her way back after another series
of steps and pushes while carrying a photo album under her arm.

"Sweetie, can you take this from me?" she said to me as she passed me.

I pulled the album from her grip and she moved to the old sofa.  She
sat next to JJ and I handed the old photo album back to her.  She laid
it on the old cedar coffee table and opened it to the second page.

"Here was your mama when she first came to live with me."

"I didn't know she lived here.  I thought she lived with Granny when I
was born," JJ said.

"Well, it was all so long ago.  You may or may not know about all
this.  You see, her mama, your granny, was fit to be tied when she
started dating that Arab boy.  He was going to college here in town.
You see, it was unheard of back in my and your granny's day for anyone
to date or marry someone who wasn't Caucasian.  Your granny was fit to
be tied.

"But Aunt Lucille, that was the 80's, not the depression or whatever." he said.

She let out a good long chuckle and then started coughing.

"Folks of from my era were slow to change.  Don't matter none if it's
the eighties, nineties, or the two thousands...but in my day it was
unheard of.  Your granny was even more angered when your mama told
everyone she was having his baby.  Well, that would be you of course!"

JJ's face flushed a deep crimson.  Her old hand gently touched his leg.

"Did you meet my dad?" he said hoarsely.

"He was a handsome boy.  You look just like both of them...see here."

She flipped through various pages of the photo album and stopped on a
picture of JJ's mother.  She was in her high school graduation gown
and looked beautiful.  Other photos showed her smiling and vibrant.
As she turned the pages, there were several showing her holding a
baby.

"That's you, young man."

"I...I've never seen any pictures of me as a baby!" he said.

He looked hard and deep at the photos as if he didn't believe they
were of him.  The photos continued until we saw one showing a birthday
cake with five candles on it and a very cute JJ with cake on his face.
She closed the book after that.

"Your mom wanted to be on her own--to show your granny she was strong
and didn't need anybody else.  None of us knew until years later how
your mama had run into really bad times."

"I know my mom was an addict, Aunt Lucille."

"Yes, and she had lots of problems...medicines...depression.  Sometimes
she'd be so happy you thought she was gonna explode from joy then
she'd turn and be so sad for days."

"She was manic-depressive...I knew all about that."

He looked at me when he spoke the last line.

"Well, I don't want to speak bad of your mama.  Bless her heart...she's
in the Lord's hands now.  No more suffering.  She wanted to be a
manager at that company she worked for.  She told me, 'Aunt Lucille,
I'm gonna be over all those men someday!"

She was lost for a moment remembering the old times.

"Aunt Lucille, you mentioned I looked like my father, but you didn't
show me a photo.  Do you...uh, have one of him at all?"

She paused in thought and then flipped to the back of the album.

"I bought this photo album with your mama at the old five and dime
store when she was a little girl.  We filled it up through the years
with pictures from her summer visits.  But there was a few photos your
mama didn't want in her album after their big fight."

Her aged spot-covered hand slipped inside the back cover page and she
pulled out a few Polaroid's.  She put them in JJ's lap.  I scooted
next to him on the couch peered over at them.  The colors had darkened
over time or the lighting was terrible when they were taken.

He seemed almost afraid to look at them   He handed the pile back to
her really quickly without looking down.

"Dude you've wanted to know who your dad was and what he looked like
your whole life." I said.

I nudged him with my elbow and he took the photos back from her.  He
swallowed deeply.  He held it up in the lamp light and then a huge
smile went across his face.

In the first one, his mom was sitting on the front steps of his aunt's
home with a really cute guy.  He was obviously not white.  His hair
was totally black and his eyes were brown.  He had the same nose as
JJ.  He was wearing gym shorts and a basketball jersey.  Even sitting
down, he still looked way taller than JJ's mom.  His skin was very tan
in contrast to his mother's pale coloring.

The next one had both of them dressed up.  His hair was cut very short
and hers was styled fancily.  The made a striking couple.  The third
one was the two of them standing with two other couples in their
graduation caps and gowns.

"Wow...you do look just like him!"

JJ looked at me and I winked.

"You should keep those photos.  Whatever happened between them had to
do with her mother disapproving of him and his parents meddling in
their business.  It was damn ridiculous!"

She said the last sentence with a harsh tone.

"It was none of their business!  Then she tried to run off and just
couldn't make it in the world on her own.  She fell in with bad folks.
She came here sometimes to spend the night with you when you was a
baby.  She came here on the holidays instead of going to her mama and
daddy's home.  Then at some point...I never heard from her again.  Your
granny heard from her when she needed some money.  She tried some
'tough love' and stopped giving her the money...then she never heard
from her again either.  Later on, her mama stopped talking about her
but I know she felt sad about it all in the end.  She had some
regrets."

When the old clock in the hallway chimed, his aunt got up and told us
to follow her to the kitchen.  I was so glad because we really needed
a "mood lifter".  She made us some hot chocolate and fed us some
sausage and biscuits that had been cooked earlier.  It was basic and
delicious country food.

At the table, his Aunt chatted with a while longer until the topic of
funeral plans and his guardianship status had to be discussed.  His
aunt knew of no life insurance papers floating around.  He also boldly
asked if she would consider letting him live with her.

"Oh honey, I'm moving out in less than a month.  This old lady here
can't get around.  I'm selling my house and am gonna move out and live
with a dear old friend of mine.  I can't get up and down these stairs
here.  I'm eighty five as of last October!"

"Oh, okay" he said defeated.

"I'm really sorry.  I'm pretty much the last one left on your mama's
side of the family.   I can talk to my church and see they know of any
way to help."

"No ma'am...I mean...okay."

The sulking mood set in again.  I wondered if he inherited any of his
mother's mental disorders as he sat there looking grim and dismal.  I
became uncomfortable and restless.

"Are you ready to go?" I said in a low voice as his aunt stepped out
of the room to use the bathroom.

"Yeah, this trip was fucking pointless."

His aunt came back into the room and we excused ourselves to leave.
She wrote down the address and phone number for JJ where she would be
moving to soon.  As she handed it to him, I looked over toward the
dining table and saw the three Polaroid's lying upside down on the
floor.  He'd tossed them after the bad news.  I discreetly walked
toward them and grabbed them.

- - -

The ride back was melancholy.  The sky was a slate gray and snow
flurries blew around at random.  The heater was on but my feet stayed
frozen.  As he sat there staring into space, I slid my hand on his
thigh.

"What's on your mind sexy?" I said.

His ski cap pulled his hair flush against his forehead.  He looked
very handsome.  I didn't know if was an inappropriate time, but I was
getting horny touching him.  He surprised me by pulling my long arm
toward his crotch.  I drove with one hand and massaged his cock
through the denim of his pants.  He slowly grew hard but never spoke.

"Things will get better," I said.

"Yeah...but when?"

I couldn't answer.

- - -

It turned out no funds could be found to pay for a funeral for JJ's
mother.  The county offered to cremate the body, but would not release
the ashes unless a huge fee was paid.  In the end, dad used a chunk of
his severance check to pay for the cremation of JJ's mom.  He paid
more money for a special urn to hold the ashes.  JJ was totally taken
off guard by dad's generosity and didn't understand how someone could
do that for someone they didn't know.

Since mom had died, none of us ever went to church anymore.  However,
dad called up the same church pastor who handled mom's service and he
agreed to come to our house to say a prayer for JJ's mother.  The
cremation had been paid for, but the ashes of his mother would not be
returned until a couple of weeks later.  On the day of the memorial,
the sun had shone for the first time in over a week.  The temperature
was mild and there was only a slight breeze.

The preacher didn't say any meaningless tributes for someone he didn't
know.  Instead, he just spoke comforting words and read a poem about
remembering the good things of people after they're gone.  Jeff was
courteous to JJ that one day and didn't give any resentful expressions
toward him.  When the preacher left, we had lunch and then napped most
of the day.

- - -

One evening after the memorial, JJ and I went through his mother's
belongings more thoroughly.  One last trip was made to the old house.
He ended up taking all of her clothes and personal items that were
still there instead of discarding them.  He seemed to put any bad
feelings of his mother away and was lightening up.

Once back at my house, we started going through all her stuff piece by
piece.  Mostly, there was just old bills, ladies' magazines, and tons
of coupons that were kept but never used.  All of it was trashed.
Then there was her pink box.  We put it on the bed and opened it.
We'd only quickly dug through it looking for an insurance policy
before.  There was no rush now.

There were some letters from a female friend postmarked with dates
from the late 80's.  The letters talked of girly things like flirting
with guys, remarks about new clothes, etc.  There was one single
paragraph that mentioned someone named "Ahmed".  There was no last
name.  His mom's friend had asked in the letter if she'd "heard from
Ahmed lately".

In the very bottom of the box there was a small folded piece of tissue
paper.  It appeared empty until JJ picked it up and a small
wallet-sized photo of a male fell onto the bed.  The back of it said,
"Love you always, Ahmed."  I got up and pulled my jacket open and
pulled out the photos I'd swiped from JJ's aunt.

It was the same guy.  The new photo was obviously a formal graduation
photo.  The young man in the photo wore a tux.

"It's your dad...see!" I said excitedly.

He perked up a little.

"You took the photos with you?" he asked.

"Well, yeah...it's the only ones you have of him.  Until now that is."

"You're too good!" he said and smiled.

He pulled my head to his and stuck his tongue between my lips.  I let
it in and we kissed heavily.   I started pulling off my shirt and
grabbed his zipper.   He moved his lips down to my Adam's apple and
sucked my neck.  It felt incredible.  I moaned like a girl as he
licked my neck up and down.  He trailed off and stuck a wet tongue in
my ear.  I loved having my ear licked out.  He stuck it in deep and
made squishing sounds as his spit drooled down my ear lobe.

After I got his dick out all the way, I slowly jacked it.  I told him
to pull off his shirt so I could feel our chests rubbing together.
He pulled it off and I saw the wonderful matted wet hairs of his
armpits as he tossed it over his head.  I hugged him hard and we made
out again.

I pushed myself on top of him and his exposed cock pushed against
mine.  I managed to pull my pants down so our dicks could duel.  He
fumbled around and unsnapped his pants.  He wiggled enough to slide
them down.  I pushed my dick into his pubic hair.

Finally, we stripped naked and I lay on my back.  I spread my legs and
pulled my knees to my chest.  He knew exactly what I wanted.  He
pushed his face into my crack and spread my hole with his fingers.  He
started nibbling on my ass ring and sucking it hard.  Little by
little, his tongue drilled into it and he hungrily ate me out.  I was
jacking off like crazy.  His dark, black hair glistened under the
ceiling fan light as it bobbed up and down.

"Fuck me dude!" I groaned.

"Are you sure?"

"Do it Dammit!"

"Okay...but I've never done this before."

"Just slide it in...but don't ram it in at first.  Spit all over your
cock before it goes in."

He followed my instructions and while on his knees, he pressed his
cock head against my hole.

"It ain't gonna go in," he said.

"It won't if you don't push.  I know if feels too small to go into,
but just push the head in slowly...don't stop until I say so."

He put his hands on my chest and I put my feet over his shoulders.  He
was leaning into me and pressed steadily until the head popped in.

"Keep going dude," I told him.

He kept pushing until his whole dick was inside of me.

"Ok, stop.  Let me get used to for a minute.  It's been a while since--"

I almost said "since my brother fucked me."

He grunted and then slowly moved in and out.

"Oh fuck man...this feels really good.  You're so tight.  You look so
hot with your legs up in the air!"

"Fuck me man...go for it!"

JJ built up a good rhythm and was smiling and cooing the whole time.
I'd finally found something that made him happy the whole time he was
doing it.  After several minutes of fucking me on my back, I let him
do me doggy style.  He loved that even more.  His balls slapped me
hard ass he banged my butt.    He reached up and slid his hands to
where he could tweak my tits.

Being an experienced bottom, I knew when my partner was getting close.
His breathing and his hip action were indicators of an impending
orgasm.  I slowly fell flat onto the bed so he could go for it and not
worry about holding himself up.

On my stomach, I let him lay flat on top of me and I pulled one leg to
the extreme left.  His heavier body pushed down making it harder for
me to breath.  His hips banged until he was moaning like a baby.  I
felt his teeth lightly bite my neck as his jizz filled my hole.  I
squeezed my hole as tight as I could to give him the best orgasm I
could offer.

His face rubbed into my sweaty hair and a deep breath was expelled.
When he was totally done, he fell over on my side.  I wanted to suck
his dick while I came so I bent down to stuff it in my mouth.  He
flinched and tried to pull away.

"It just came out of your ass!"

"So?  Just fuckin' let me do it!"

He backed off and I put his softening dick in my mouth.  I tasted the
remnants of cum in his slit and grabbed his nut sac.  His half erect
dick was just as sexy as if were hard.  I had no need to build up a
load.  I shot my warm cum all over his leg.  We lay there exhausted
for a few minutes.  I moved up to him and put my arm around him.  We
both smelled of sweat and guy odors.  I took my cum and rubbed it on
his chest.

"That feels really good!" he said softly.

I moved over to kiss him.  He had forgotten I'd sucked his freshly
fucked dick or he just didn't care anymore.  We kissed sensually until
I had the urge to go piss bad.  The two of us got up and took a shower
together.  Dad had been napping on the couch oblivious to us...or so I
thought.

To be continued...

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