Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 20:04:21 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 47

Welcome back. The twins head for the mountains with their family. The
mountains manage to survive, somehow.

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CHAPTER 47
SPRING BREAK
DOUBLE VISION

<MARK AND MATTHEW>

<Friday, March 29>

Mark and Matthew argued with each other off and on from the time they got
home until dinner. Kristy gave up trying to calm them down. She told them
to separate themselves from each other while she cooked dinner.

"Fine, I get the big TV in the den," Mark declared.

"Why should you get it?" Matthew asked. "What makes you so special?"

"I'm the oldest," Mark replied. That was his usual answer to Matthew's
question.

"No television for either one of you," Kristy firmly said. "That should keep
things even."

"Then I get the computer in the bedroom," Mark said.

"You already said you wanted to sit in the living room," Matthew argued.
"So I get the computer in the bedroom."

"Why me?" Kristy said to herself for at least the millionth time. "And no
computer either."

"That's not fair," Matthew complained.

"Yeah," Mark agreed as the brothers suddenly joined ranks. "We haven't
done anything wrong."

"You boys have been arguing since I picked you up at Patrick's."

"Only because Matthew said he was a better skier than me," Mark
explained.

`I only said that because I am, and I can prove it as soon as we get to the
mountains."

"That is what this argument is all about?" Kristy asked. By now she was
fully exasperated. "Which one of you skis the best?"

"It isn't an argument," Mark exclaimed. "It's just...," he hesitated a moment
then went on. "...MATTIE, being stupid."

Matthew launched himself at his brother and both boys went down on the
kitchen floor in a tangle. Matthew got a hard shot at Mark's gut as Mark
caught Matthew next to his left eye. They rolled on the floor, arms flailing at
each other.

"Boys, you will stop now or spend the entire ski trip on restriction," Kristy
yelled.

"Shit," Matthew exclaimed, "and I was winning, too." The boys stopped
fighting, but Matthew remained draped across his brother.

"You're the one who's going to get a black eye," Mark retorted.

"STOP! NOW!" Kristy demanded with authority. "Mark, you will go to your
bedroom. No television, no nothing. Matthew, you'll go to the living room.
Same restriction."

"Duh," Matthew said, "there is no computer or television in the living room."

"You will both be hearing from your father when he gets home."

Mark skulked up the stairs to their bedroom. Kristy got an ice bag from the
freezer and had Matthew put it next to his eye, hoping to prevent too much
swelling. Matthew gave her a sullen look and stomped to the living room,
holding the bag against his left eye.

When the twins' father got home, Kristy gave him a full report on their
behavior. He placed them on restriction for the weekend. "It will come off
when we leave for the mountains on Monday, but only if you totally behave
yourselves and complete all of your chores, which includes packing your
bags."

"You two should be totally ashamed of your behavior. Your mother and I
didn't raise you to be a pair of rude, misbehaving scoundrels."

The boys dropped their heads, trying to look as contrite as they could.
"What kind of chores do we have?" Matthew finally asked.

"You'll have a list in the morning. Tonight, you will eat dinner with the
family, but not say anything other than `please pass the potatoes.' You will
then spend the rest of the evening in your room with the TV and computer
off. Any arguing and one of you will be sleeping in the guest room."

The twins worked hard to keep quiet during dinner. But being who they
were, two incidents upset the atmosphere a bit. One involved Matthew
wanting seconds on meatloaf.

"Pass the potatoes, please," he said politely.

Michelle picked up the bowl of mashed potatoes and started to send it
Matthew's way when she noticed he still had a gravy-soaked pile on his
plate. "Why do you want the potatoes?" she asked. "You still have a ton of
them on your plate."

Matthew pointed to the meatloaf plate, and then to his plate. "Please pass
the other potatoes," he asked again.

"Matthew," Michelle said, showing frustration with her little brother, "that is
the meatloaf plate." She went on as she pointed to the potatoes, "Those
are the potatoes, just in case you can't tell the difference."

"Matthew, quit being difficult and just ask for the meatloaf," Kristy said.

"I can't," Matthew said.

"What do you mean you can't?" Kristy asked.

"Dad said the only thing we could say at the table is, `please pass the
potatoes', and now I'm going to be in trouble because you made me say
something else."

"Oh, Lord, why me?" was the first thought that shot through Kristy's head.

She didn't have to say anything, however, because Scott said something
first. "You know what would be a wonderful thing for you and your brother
to learn?" he asked.

"The difference between meat loaf and potatoes?" Mark asked, his voice
dripping with innocence.

Scott did everything in his power to keep from bursting out laughing. He
finally managed to spit out, "No, common sense."

The twins knew from their father's reaction that they had won the dinner
table round. They also knew they were back in synch and that their
argument was over.

Not surprisingly, the other incident involved the boys' sisters. While the
boys weren't the instigators, their pre-dinner spat did set things up nicely
for the twin girls.

"You know, if you two would just behave, you wouldn't be on restriction all
of the time," Michelle said haughtily as the pair of twins helped to clear the
dinner table following dessert.

"If we didn't have you two as sisters we wouldn't have to listen to you being
stupid all the time," Mark rejoined.

"We wish you two would grow up," Megan said disgustedly. "We get so
tired of listening to you."

"Should we try EBay again?" Mark asked Matthew.

"Yep, somebody will buy them."

"Oh, you two are impossible," Megan said.

"If you'd behaved tonight we would have had a surprise for you," Michelle
said.

"We did behave," Mark said. "We didn't do nothing to get in trouble. It was
mom and dad that got us into trouble."

"What was the surprise?" Matthew asked.

"Like we're ever going to tell you now," Michelle said as she and Megan left
the kitchen, their work finished.

"EBay," Matthew said as he and Mark headed for the living room where
Scott and Kristy were sitting and reading.

"Off to your room," Kristy said.

"If we play games with you, we don't have to go to restriction, remember?"
Matthew asked.

"Or if we read with you," Mark added.

"That's true," Scott said. "Okay, a half hour of reading then we play a game
of our choice."

Restriction ended up being a family evening, at least on Friday night. It was
just after nine when the boys retired to their room, feeling pleased with
themselves.

"Let's see," Mark mused, "no TV and no computer and they took our
phones so we can't use them."

"But they didn't say anything about blow jobs," Matthew pointed out.

"Nope, they didn't. So I guess we know what we're going to do next."

"We could kiss first."

"Yeah," Mark said quietly. "Kissing you is still better than kissing M&M."

"That's because I let you kiss me and don't complain about it like they do."

Mark put his lips to his brother's and in a matter of seconds their tongues
were battling as their naked young bodies rolled around Mark's bed. They
grunted and groaned through their locked lips. They soon settled in their
normal positions—Matthew on the bottom and Mark on the top, and Mark
started pounding his three-and-a-half inches into his brother's groin and
torso. The two originally wanted to trade blow jobs, but they reacted to the
immediate needs of their bodies and all but made love to each other.

A long, high-pitched wail signaled Mark's impending orgasm; he dug his
cock hard into his brother's warm, smooth skin and shot his clear boy cum
over Matthew's belly. Matthew pushed his brother onto his side, faced him,
and humped him hard, cumming within thirty seconds of his brother.

"Oh, fuck, that was the awesomest cum ever," Matthew exclaimed. "We
didn't do any sucking but it was still awesome."

"Hey," Mark said. "I got something wet on me."

"Must be some of your cum," Matthew replied, hoping that wasn't the case.

"Nope, my cock was dry when you rolled me over," Mark said. "It's gotta be
yours."

Matthew looked at his brother's torso and noticed the thin line of clear liquid
spread from his bare pubis to just short of his bellybutton. He broke out into
a wide grin. "I did it, I finally did it," he said proudly.

"You are still going to have to streak to the road and back," Mark said,
referring to their bet regarding who would cum first.

"I don't care. Now that I can cum, too, it's not going to be as shitty as
before."

"Um, you said the word shitty."

Before Matthew could say anything there was a knock on their door.

"Are you boys okay?" their mother asked.

"Yeah, we're fine," Mark answered as Matthew pulled the bed covers over
them.

"It sounded like you were fighting."

"We were just having fun," Matthew shouted.

"That's still legal, right?" Mark asked.

Kristy opened the door and looked in. The room smelled like boy and she
made a mental note to air it out. "Just remember you're on restriction."

"Like how can we forget since you shut down the router and took the TV
cord."

"I'll have you in separate bedrooms soon, too, if it isn't quiet in here."

"Good night, mom," Matthew said, encouraging her to leave.

She didn't take the hint and walked over to Matthew's bed. She gave each
of them a kiss on the forehead, to their double embarrassment. "You're
good boys. Don't forget that." She looked at Mark's still made bed. "You do
have your own beds, you know."

"We know," Matthew quipped. "It's hard to miss the other bed seeing as it's
kinda big."

Kristy gave him one of her best "mom" glares.

"Good night, mom," Mark said.

"Good night, boys. I love you."

"We love you, too, mom," they both called out. After she closed the door,
Mark added quietly, "Especially when you leave us alone." The twins
giggled and cuddled up. They were used to being on restriction, and always
found ways to keep it from being too restrictive.

"I wonder what M&M's surprise was," Matthew asked sleepily.

"I dunno, but it can't be any better than what we just did."

"Nope, no way it can be better."

They stayed cuddled in each other's arms and were soon asleep, their
arguments and fight of the day forgotten. The only reminder left was
Matthew's burgeoning black eye.

<Monday, April 1>

The Kirkwood family left home early in the morning for their skiing trip in the
Cascades. The family shared a chalet with the families of two other
doctors. Dr. Benson and his family had used the chalet for the weekend.
Scott took some time off so that his family could use it from Monday
through early Friday afternoon. The family was busy skiing by noon. They
stayed on the slopes until dinner, which Kristy cooked up from one of the
dishes she'd premade during the weekend.

That night, after the family watched a movie on DVD, Mark and Matthew
cornered their sisters before they could make it to their bedroom. "What
was your big surprise?" Mark asked.

"Surprise?" Michelle asked. "What surprise?"

"The one you wouldn't tell us about on Friday. The one we think isn't real
and you made up just to torture us."

"Would you guys give it up. We told you that you lost out."

"So, end of story," Megan said.

"If you tell us you can watch me and Matthew shoot our cum," Mark said
hopefully.

"Matthew can't make sperms," Michelle said.

"I can now," Matthew told them proudly.

"You can even suck our dicks and taste it," Mark pleaded.

"Follow us into our room now," Matthew grinned. "You don't even have to
tell us your secret. We'll let you do it just to be nice."

"You can be nice without being nasty about sex," Michelle told them, but
she and Megan followed them into the room. Mark closed the door and the
two boys stood in the middle of the room, their long t-shirts hiding the
bulges that were pushing out their boxers.

"Well, where are we going to do it?" Megan asked.

"You mean where are you going to suck it?" Mark asked. "We'll show you."

Mark and Matthew pivoted, bent over, pulled the hems of their shirts up,
then, in almost the same move, yanked their boxers down to their ankles,
mooning their twelve-year-old sisters, their heads just showing between
their legs as they looked back at the girls.

"April Fools!" they shouted in unison, roaring with their high-pitched
laughter. They stood up, but kept their backs to their sisters. "You'll have to
pay to see our dicks."

"The only thing we'd pay for you is a ticket to Australia or someplace,"
Megan said in a huff as the girls walked out of the room.

"It sucks these beds are so small," Matthew said after the girls were gone.

"Why, can't you sleep without me sleeping with you?" Mark asked.

"Well, it is more fun that way."

"We can still sixty-nine on the floor."

"Sounds like a plan," Matthew grinned. It turned out being a good plan,
especially after Mark got a taste of his brother's preteen emission for the
first time.

<Tuesday, April 2>

The next morning the family was up early. The four children had ski lessons
scheduled while their parents went skiing on their own. While all four
tweens were good skiers, they still had a lot to learn to become proficient
enough to ski on the upper slopes. Their instructor said they were close
and their morning lessons the next two mornings should give them enough
skills to ski down one of the advanced slopes with him Friday morning.

They were supposed to join their parents in the ski lodge for lunch. The four
tweens arrived first. The girls acted very grownup as they told the hostess
their parents would be coming soon. They asked for a table for six and the
hostess seated them. As much as they didn't want to be, the boys were
impressed by their sisters and made up their mind to surpass their social
skills as soon as possible.

A few minutes after taking their seats, the hostess escorted a boy and a girl
to the table next to them. They removed their coats and looked over at the
pair of twins. Mark and Matthew estimated the boy to be around thirteen
and the girl to be twelve, their sisters' age.

"Hey," Mark said to the new arrivals.

"Hey yourself," the boy said somewhat haughtily. "What are little kids like
you doing alone here?"

"Waiting for our parents," Mark answered. "What's a little boy like you doing
here?"

"Same. Only I'm thirteen and not little. What are you guys, nine and ten or
something?"

"We're eleven."

The boy squinted at them. "Oh, twins. I should have guessed."

"Drew isn't wearing his contacts," the girl told them. "He doesn't like
wearing them when he skis."

"Is that so he won't know when he's going to run into a tree?" Matthew
asked.

"I ski on the upper slopes," Drew boasted, Matthew's remark zinging right
past his head. "I bet you guys are still down on the beginner's slope."

"Nope, we're better than that. And before we leave this week, we'll be on
the upper slopes, too," Mark said with a hint of pride.

Their conversation ended when their parents entered the restaurant.

"Are those your parents with my parents?" Drew asked, squinting in their
direction. "I mean they're all looking over here."

"Are those your parents with our parents?" Michelle asked. "They look like
they already know each other."

It turns out they did know each other; the two men belonged to the same
Seattle service club. When all of the hellos and introductions were made, it
was decided to have the kids sit at the six person table and the adults
would sit at the four person table.

The six person table was circular with the seating order being Mark,
Matthew, Drew, Michelle, Megan, and Drew's sister Penny. With the
parents present, Drew became a bit less arrogant and the conversation a
bit more civilized, but the older boy's ego was always present.

Mark and Matthew, being the twin Things, did manage to get another jab at
Drew during lunch. That made sitting with Drew less unpleasant.

"What does your dad do?" Drew asked in a manner that told the twins that
whatever their father's occupation was it would not match up to what his
father did.

"Oh, he's a butcher," Matthew said before Mark could come up with an
answer. Michelle and Megan both gave Matthew a quick look. They
normally would have rolled their eyes and let Drew and Penny know that
their brothers were stupid little things, but they were just as tired of Drew's
act as the boys were and decided to see where this was going. While Mark
had no clue what Matthew was up to, he understood his brother well
enough to know that the destination would be interesting.

"A butcher?" Drew looked down at the two boys. "Well, my father is a very
big time lawyer in Seattle," he said snootily. He doesn't do snooty nearly as
good as Neville, both of the twins thought, the accent isn't right.

"Yeah, well, our dad is a big time butcher in Seattle," Matthew said
solemnly.

"What does he butcher, cows and hogs and shit?"

"Nope, he butchers people," Matthew replied, almost causing Mark to snort
his soda through his nose.

"That is so stupid," Drew scoffed. "What does he do then, eat them?"

"No, because then he would be a cannibal, and he's a butcher not a
cannibal."

"Is he shitting me?" Drew asked Mark.

"Nope," Mark answered. "He butchers people's hearts. He gets blood all
over himself at work every day."

Drew decided to ask Michelle and Megan about this. The girls seemed to
be a lot more grounded than their little brothers were. "Is that for real?"

"Hearts and blood every day," Michelle answered, reveling in Drew's
discomfort. Mark and Matthew looked at her with gratitude.

"Come on," Drew said, "what does he really do?"

"I told you. He cuts open people's hearts," Matthew said.

Slowly the light went on in Drew's head. "Wait, do you mean he's like a
heart surgeon or something?"

"That's what he said," Mark told him.

"No, he said he was a butcher."

"That's because he comes home sometimes and calls himself a butcher,"
Matthew said impishly.

"No way a guy who calls himself a butcher gets close to my heart," Drew
said.

"You won't have to worry about that," Matthew smirked.

"Yeah," Mark said, ready for the prefect finish, "you need to have a heart
first." Mark and Matthew high-fived each other and roared with their high
pitched boy laughter, while Megan and Michelle tried their best to look
serious. Drew decided to ignore the little "Things" for the rest of the meal,
but Penny appreciated anyone who could put her brother in his place.

As they finished lunch the kids' table received some interesting news from
the parents' table. "I'm so glad all of you are getting along," Kristy told the
table. She then addressed her own brood. "The Hortons and us are going
to go out together tomorrow evening. Since Drew and Penny are older,
we're going have the four of you stay with them at their condo."

"What do you mean they're older," Mark said. "Penny is the same age as
us."

"Penny is fourteen and Drew is thirteen," Kristy replied. "Marsha tells me
they are a very responsible pair."

"She's fourteen?"

"Yeah, she look like she's the age of M&M," Matthew added.

"She does look like a little girl, now that you mention it," Drew said
somewhat sarcastically.

"Shut up," Penny said.

"Children, please act your age," Marsha said.

"Yeah, your mom just told my mom how responsible you are," Mark said,
his dig directed at Drew.

"Mark, that is enough," Kristy admonished. The parents' night out was a
day and a half away, but it was already off to a rocky start.

Before lunch was over, Drew decided to have the last word and told Mark
and Matthew about the difficult slope he would be skiing after lunch. Drew
didn't fail to notice Mark's left hand, which was resting on the table with
only the middle finger displayed.

After lunch Mark and Matthew skied on one of the intermediate slopes with
their dad, while Michelle and Megan skied with their mom. They all forgot
about the Horton kids as they had enjoyed working up a sweat in the cold
mountain air. Even though it was early spring, there had been a heavy
snowfall the week before, and light snow was falling as they skied.

That night the boys discussed Drew before falling asleep. "Maybe he's
Jeremiah's cousin," Matthew observed.

"You mean because he's an asshole just like Jeremiah?" Mark asked.

"Exactly."

"I gotta agree. His sister isn't so bad, but she sure doesn't look fourteen."

"She's short and has hardly any boobs."

"She'd lose a boob size contest to M&M," Mark giggled.

"I bet we'd beat ass waffle in the dick size department," Matthew observed.

"The only department he'd beat us in the dick wad department, because
that's what he is. We need to find some way not to stay at their place
tomorrow night."

"Lots of luck with that."

"Tell me about it."

The conversation petered out after that, as the tired twins soon dozed off.

<Wednesday, April 3>

The day was a good one for both sets of Kirkwood twins. The morning
lessons went well, they didn't see the Horton kids at lunch, and the family
skied as a group that afternoon. Things started going downhill at the dinner
table.

"Here is an interesting fact," Mark observed as he filled his fork with
macaroni and cheese.

"Do tell," Michelle said. "Something interesting from one of the Terrors
would be different."

"Michelle, let's enjoy a nice family dinner," Kristy admonished. "What is the
interesting fact, Mark?" she asked, trying to get things back on an even
keel.

Mark finished chewing and then finished his thought. "Apparently eleven
and twelve-year-olds can be very responsible."

"Oh?"

"I remember reading that somewhere."

"Mother, that is very interesting," Michelle chimed in. "I think I read the
same thing."

"Which means we should be able to stay here by ourselves," Matthew said
with conviction.

"I would think all of you would enjoy the company of other kids, considering
how gregarious you are," Scott said.

"I don't know what gregwhoosits means," Mark said, "but I do know Drew is
a dick wad and we don't like him."

"Mark, that is not nice, and watch your language," Kristy scolded.

"What? I'm not saying it to his face. And anyway, it might not be nice and
proper, but it's true."

"Penny is pretty nice, though," Matthew said dreamily.

"Matthew, she is three years older than you," Megan said.

"That doesn't mean I can't have a crush on her."

"Mom, dad, see what we have to live with. Those two are impossible,"
Michelle said. "But they are right about Drew. He was kind of stuck up at
lunch yesterday."

In spite of their pleadings, the pair of Kirkwood twins found themselves
being dropped off at the Horton's condo, which was a couple of miles from
the chalet where the Kirkwoods were staying.

"Well, looks like the little boys we have to babysit are here," Drew said
sarcastically. "And don't think for a second that I like it."

"You're babysitting M&M, too," Matthew pointed out, pointing to his sisters.

"They're Penny's job. I think they all like each other, but then my sister is a
lesbo, so of course she'd like hot girls like your sisters." Drew looked at
Penny who had turned a deep red. "Leave one of them for me, sis."

"You are so stupid," Penny said. Michelle and Megan recognized the
snipping as very similar to what they experienced with their brothers.

"Are you really a lesbian?" Michelle asked.

"Yes, but don't worry, I'm not going to rape you or anything," Penny said.
"Come on to my room, we can watch TV or something." Michelle and
Megan followed the smaller, but older girl, not the least bit bothered by
Drew's revelation of his sister's sexual orientation.

"I bet I know what my sister means about doing `something'", Drew
smirked. "I bet your sisters mess around with each other."

While Mark and Matthew were a bit put off at first by Drew's comment, their
love of things sexual quickly overcame any misgivings. "They mess around
with other girls," Mark said, carefully sidestepping confirmation of Drew's
assessment of their sisters.

"I got a boner just thinking about them in that bedroom," Drew declared.
"Do you guys get boners a lot?" Drew was obviously not shy about sex talk
and it was very apparent that he was horny. The twins could see a
pronounced tent in the teen's sweats.

"We're eleven," Matthew said, as if that explained everything.

"That makes you little kids who get boners once a week or something.
There's a hot tub on the deck," Drew said. "Want to take a soak?"

"There's snow and freezing cold out there, too," Mark observed.

"It's closed in during the winter. The tub and everything are heated."

Mark looked at Matthew and an unspoken answer passed between them.
"Sure, we'll go," Mark said. "But what will we wear?"

"Follow me," Drew said. He opened the sliding glass door to the deck. It
was enclosed by large glass panels, which could be removed in warmer
weather. He pulled off his t-shirt, socks, and finally his sweats. He wasn't
wearing underwear and his six-and-a-half inches of young teen cock stood
proudly at attention. He wrapped his right hand around his almost man-
sized cock and pushed his hips out. "Pretty awesome, huh? Dad says my
cock will be a monster by the time I'm grown up. My friends all think it's
already a monster." He turned on the jets and entered the hot tub. "Don't be
shy little kids, take your clothes off and get in."

"Can't people see us through the windows?" Matthew asked.

"The sun shades are closed, nobody can see in."

The twins stripped quickly, their three-and-a-half inch boners at attention.
They stepped into the tub and sat on the underwater bench. They could
see that Drew was playing with his boner.

"You guys got little weenie dicks," Drew snickered.

"Whatever that means," Mark said.

"It means you're little boys."

"Duh," Mark and Matthew said in unison. They were totally fed up with
Drew's act.

"I bet you two don't know shit about sex," Drew said derisively.

"We know a little," Mark said defensively, not wanting to reveal too much.

"Yeah, we even did a little," Matthew added, earning a glare from his twin
brother.

"How can you?" Drew asked. "You don't even have hair." He stood up and
ran his right hand along the patch of pubic hair at the base of his boner. "I
got plenty and will get more. I even have a couple of hairs on my balls." He
pointed to his low hanging balls. "You guys barely even have balls. I bet
you can't even cum."

"We both can do it," Mark said.

"Even I didn't shoot until I was almost twelve, and I'm a fucking stud. When
will you be twelve?"

"In December."

"Fuck, you are little kids all right. I wouldn't even be bothering with you if it
wasn't for my `rents saying we had to babysit and me being really horny
because your sisters are here."

Mark turned to Matthew and asked, "Is he as stupid as Jeremiah?"

"Stupider," Matthew said.

"Maybe you'd just like me to kick your asses."

"Go ahead and try it, but your `rents wouldn't like it after we got your blood
all over the hot tub," Mark said.

"Shit, if it wasn't that I'd be on restriction the rest of the week, I'd nail your
asses now. Besides, it looks like you already lost a fight to somebody," he
said, referring to Matthew's shiner.

"I was wrestling Mark and he accidently hit me," Matthew replied. Mark and
Matthew considered their fights to be nobody else's business—unless they
were witnesses.

"Yeah, whatever. If you guys can cum, you must jerk off," Drew said,
changing the topic back to sex. The time for macho male posturing was
over, at least for the time being.

"Yep," Matthew said.

"I do it two or three times a day. Sometimes I hold off a day or two so I can
blow a mega wad. Do you do it with each other?"

"Yep," Mark said.

"Penny likes jerking me off," Drew said. "Do you jerk each other off?"

"Yeah, we do," Matthew said. "I thought you said Penny was a lesbo."

"She is, but she likes being a good sister. She loves sucking my dick. So do
my friends Ryan and Jered."

Mark and Matthew looked at each other wide-eyed. "Your sister sucks your
dick?" Matthew finally asked.

"Yep. She's not as good as my friends and she don't swallow, but she's still
better than jerking off. We lost our cherries to each other, too. But that was
a couple of years ago. We had to quit when I started shooting. Plus, she
discovered she was, like, a dyke or whatever the fuck they're called. And
it's not like I haven't fucked a bunch of other girls."

The twins said nothing as all three boys casually played with their
pubescent erections. Drew had done stuff with his sister they only dreamed
of doing with theirs, though kissing them and feeling them up had been
pretty satisfactory.

"She's probably showing your sisters how to use her dildo," Drew said. "My
mom got it for her after she came out about being a lesbian and shit."

The twins remained silent, trying to soak in all of the stuff the older boy was
telling them. They were incredibly horny and wanted desperately to jerk off.

"The water is nice and warm, huh?" Drew asked. "I love to jerk off in here—
I love it even better when Penny does it for me. Do you want to jerk off with
me?"

"I guess," Mark said, trying to act casual even though he was getting horny.

"You guys ever suck a dick?" Drew asked. "I have, lots of times," he went
on, not waiting for an answer. "Not that I'm gay or anything, but you gotta
have fun, if you know what I'm saying. I bet you two are little faggots who
suck each other off sometimes." He pulled himself up and sat on the
decking, slowly masturbating. "Gawd, it would be hot to see you two in a
sixty-nine."

Before either of the twins could respond, they were interrupted by a high-
pitched wail from in the house. "One of the girls had a cum. I bet it was the
dildo that done it." He looked down at the two preteens. "Who wants to
suck me off?" Getting no answer, he laughed. "Oh, yeah, if you just suck
each other you got no cum to swallow, or maybe a drop or two. I bet you
guys never sucked on a cock that can cum for real."

Matthew had had enough. Drew's line of drivel had more than gotten on his
nerves, as well as his brother's. He looked over at Mark, who knew exactly
what he was thinking. "Go for it," Mark said. He'd had his mouthful of cum
when he'd given Paul a blow job at school.

"What are you doing?" Drew asked as Matthew stood up and waded over
to him.

"This," Matthew said, as he knelt against the underwater bench and slipped
the head of Drew's cock into his mouth. He'd never had something that big
in his mouth before and hesitated a moment as he adjusted to the size.

"He's gonna suck you off to shut your fat mouth up," Mark told him.

"Fuck, I don't believe this. I never thought you guys would go for it."

Matthew started to get some rhythm down and found he could get more
than half of Drew's cock into his mouth. He bobbed his head on the shaft
and started fondling the teen's hanging balls. Mark came up behind his
brother and wrapped his arms around him, fondling his hairless boner and
loose ball sac. Mark pushed his cock into Matthew's back and started
humping it.

"Shit, you have done this before," Drew said, as Matthew bobbed, sucked,
and licked. The surprise situation left Drew with almost no self-control. He
groaned loud and long from the pleasure enveloping his body. He watched
the young boy's mouth spread out and wrapped around his cock. He
watched Mark play with Matthew's cock and watched him hump his brother
underwater, wondering if he was humping him or fucking him.

"Watch out," Mark panted, sensing how close Drew was to orgasm, "he
likes to bite."

Drew cringed, but it was too late. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back,
and let out a long, guttural, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmming!!!!" and
began shooting wad after wad after wad of his hot teen cum into the
eleven-year-old's mouth. Matthew didn't realize how hard Drew's cum
would shoot, or how much he would shoot, or how fast it would shoot. He
swallowed, coughed, choked, swallowed cum, coughed out cum, had cum
go up his nose, had cum flow down his chin, and loved every moment of it.
"Oh, fuck dude, I'm doing what your brother said; I'm keeping my mouth
shut—you are one hell of a cocksucker." Then Mark's words came back to
him. "Does he really bite?"

Matthew said nothing, instead he turned and kissed his brother,
instinctively pushing the remaining cum into Mark's mouth with his tongue.
The twins kissed and jerked each other off under the water. As happened
so often, they knew what they wanted to do without having to say it. They
got out of the pool, stretched out on the deck, and set themselves up to
suck each other's cocklets.

As Drew saw the athletic young twins in a sixty-nine, his cock, which had
never gone all the way down, came back to a full erection. The twins were
on their side facing each other, and he had a straight on view of Matthew's
butt. It didn't make him swoon the way pussy would, but he thought the
smooth, hard preteen bubble butt was very sexy and wondered what it
would be like to have his cock buried in it. He shivered when he saw Mark's
hand reach around Matthew and start to finger his smooth ass crack until it
found the boy's pink pucker and started pushing into it.

Drew watched the young boys writhe and finger each other, and listened to
them slurp, grunt, and let out high-pitched groans that brought him back to
the height of sexual excitement. He was about to lower himself into the hot
tub and jerk off in the warm water when he saw three naked girls enter the
enclosed deck.

"Oh my God," Michelle squealed, "my brothers are giving each other blow
jobs."

"And Mark has his finger in Matthew's butthole," Megan said.

Mark pulled his finger out of his brother's crack and waved to his sisters.
The brothers were too close to the grand finale to stop what they were
doing. Knowing their sisters and Penny were in the room naked watching
them have sex was all they needed to shoot their immature sperms.

"Stop sucking," Drew commanded, "I want to see if you guys can really
shoot."

The twins didn't bother to obey the command; instead they shot their sweet
liquid within seconds of each other, coating each other's palates with their
boy juice.

"I knew you fuckers were lying about making sperms," Drew said.

Mark let his brother's softening cock slip from his mouth, walked over to
where Drew was sitting, and let his cum mixed with spit drool onto Drew's
belly and pubes. "There's my cum," he said. "Put your finger in it and taste
it."

"Asshole," Drew mumbled, who then did what Mark instructed.

Mark looked at the naked girls and liked what he saw. While Penny was
two years older than his sisters, she was also shorter. Her budding breasts
were about the same size. Michelle and Megan were still sans pubic hair,
while Penny had a small bush forming. The girls edged into the hot tub and
the boys soon joined them.

"Did you girls have a good time?" Drew asked with a leer.

"None of your business," Michelle said. "Yes," Penny said at the same time.

"So did we," Drew said. "One of your brothers is a really good cock sucker,
in case you wanted to know."

"That was me," Matthew said. Mark was upset about Drew telling his sisters
everything. He didn't mind telling his sisters everything, but that was his
privilege as a brother, not something a near stranger like Drew should be
telling her.

"And you could see they do a pretty good job on each other, even if the
little weasels wouldn't shoot their fake cum for us," Drew announced.

"You tasted it," Mark said.

"Who said I was tasting cum," Drew smirked.

"And we're not weasels," Matthew said, "we're bobcats."

"No, you're little kids. I've at least fucked my sister. I bet you haven't even
kissed yours."

As much as the twins wanted to brag and say they'd kissed them and
sucked their boobs and touched their pussies, they said nothing. Family
loyalty trumped their egos. For all of their flaws, the twins had a solid sense
of loyalty and integrity.

Megan and Michelle were relieved their little brothers were keeping their
mouths shut. The thought of telling them what the mystery surprise was
crossed their minds, and they vowed to themselves to never call them
weasels.

"Are you virgins, too?" Drew asked Michelle and Megan.

"None of your fucking business," Mark said with some vehemence. Drew
was quickly ruining what had been a fun time.

"We can take care of ourselves," Michelle said. She then glared at Drew
and repeated what her brother had told him. "None of your fucking
business."

"That would be a yes," Drew said. He pulled himself up on the deck and
grabbed his erection. "This big thing is just what you need for your first
time." He looked at the boys and gave them an evil grin. "Or yours."

"Shut up before I break your balls," Penny said. "We all had a lot of fun
being sexy, then you gotta take it over the top. You can be a real piece of
shit sometimes."

"Or I could fuck you," Drew boasted. "It's been awhile and I bet they'd all
like to watch."

Penny reached over, put her hand around Drew's balls and squeezed.
"Fuck, that hurts!"

"I told you to shut up."

The four Kirkwood kids fell into fits of giggles as they watched Penny put
her egotistical brother in his place. Soon all six kids were again filling the
hot tub, five of them chatting about non-sexual things while Drew quietly
sulked.

They all jumped when the sliding glass door opened and Marsha Horton
came in. "Well, looks like we're all having fun," she said. The four Kirkwood
kids looked mortified as they searched fruitlessly for a place to hide. "Time
for you kids to go. And don't worry, I will leave so you can all get dressed,
not that I don't see my own kids in the nude a lot."

"But mom," Penny said, "Michelle and Megan's clothes are in my room."

"Then grab a couple of towels for them to wrap themselves in." She left the
sunroom and the boys dressed while the girls wrapped themselves in
towels and slunk past the four parents in the living room.

On the way back to the chalet, Scott couldn't help but rib his kids. "Naturists
in the hot tub were we?" he chuckled. "Sounds like a lot of fun. It appears
you kids had a good time."

"We would have had a better time," Mark said, "if Drew wasn't an asshole."

"Mark!" Kristy yelped.

"Well, he is an asshole," Matthew said. "What are we supposed to say?
You already said we couldn't call him a dick wad."

Kristy was about to open her mouth when Scott held up his hand. "I will
have the final word on this," he said. "And the final word is, like father like
son."

That got the boys howling with laughter and the girls joined in. Even Kristy
got a laugh out of it.

"Penny is nice, though," Michelle said.

"We really like her," Megan agreed.

"And, she is really fine in the nude," Matthew whispered in Mark's ear,
which got the two howling with laughter again.

That night Mark asked Matthew if he was sorry about their doing sex with
Drew. Matthew said he wasn't. "We're never going to see his ass again, so
who cares," he told Mark.

"Do you think sucking his dick and doing a sixty-nine in front of him makes
us...um...you know..."

"You mean makes us sluts?" Matthew asked.

"Yeah."

"Nah, you gotta be a teenager to be a slut. We were just having fun."

"Sounds good to me," Mark said. "No way I want to be a slut."

He got out of his bed and walked over to Matthew's bed. The brothers
exchanged a long, deep kiss, and Mark returned to his own bed and turned
out the light. The twins quickly fell into a deep, untroubled sleep.

<Friday, April 5>

Thursday had been a day of morning lessons, afternoon skiing, and
evening family fun as they played a rousing game of Risk. The family
packed up everything except what they needed for morning skiing. All four
Kirkwood children got to ski down one of the higher slopes for the first time,
accompanied by their instructor and followed by their parents. The four
tweens felt very grown up by the time they reached the bottom of the
mountain.

They didn't see any more of the Hortons after Wednesday night. It didn't
bother Scott and Kristy. Kristy didn't care much for Marsha Horton and
Scott was happy he didn't have any kind of professional relationship with
her arrogant husband. The boys didn't like Drew at all, but everybody
seemed to enjoy Penny's company.

The kids slept during most of the drive home. They unpacked the SUV as
soon as they arrived. The boys were excited about the latest new thing to
happen. They were going to have their first baseball practice of the season
on Saturday, which meant spring had officially started. They could hardly
wait to see what their travel league team would be like.

That night as the kids got ready for bed, Megan and Michelle came to the
boys' bedroom, knocked, and were invited in. "Whoa, look at this, bro,"
Matthew said, "our sisters are paying us a visit in our bedroom."

"And here, all we have on is our boxers," Mark remarked.

"Yeah, too bad we're overdressed," Matthew said.

"Could you two just shut up for a minute," Michelle said. "We're trying to be
nice to you."

"Oh, sorry, you can be as nice as you want."

"We wanted to thank you for standing up for us with Drew and not telling
him all of our secrets."

"I wouldn't tell Drew where the toilet paper was," Matthew said. "He's a
pecker head."

"Not to mention a fucking asshole," Mark added.

"You did have sex with him," Megan reminded them.

"We wouldn't do it again," Matthew said.

"You did sex with Penny didn't you?" Mark asked.

"Yes, and it was really fun," Michelle said. "She knows how to make a girl
feel really good."

"Like using her dildo?" Matthew asked. The girls blushed, but nodded a
yes.

"We just wanted to tell you that we're going to do our surprise after all
because of you guys not telling anything," Michelle said.

"Now?" Mark asked

"No, some other time."

"Good," Mark said. "We have to get up early for practice."

"What is the surprise?" Matthew asked.

"It has to do with being naked, kissing and sucking," Megan told them.

"I can't wait." Mark yanked down his boxers. "Just for that you can see this
to remind you to keep your promise." He jiggled his two inch flaccid noodle
and then stepped out of his boxers, totally naked. "Good night sisters."

"Good night brothers."

"We still might sell you on EBay," Matthew said.

"Good. Maybe some really sexy older brothers will buy us."

They closed the door. Matthew pulled off his boxers and the twins kissed.

"No sex tonight," Mark reminded him.

"Nope, but after two days without we're gonna make up for it tomorrow."

"You better believe it. I'm starting to like this puberty stuff. I keep getting
hornier and hornier."

The boys slept dreaming of baseball and, surprisingly, of the start of school
on Monday and seeing the Posse again—although they wouldn't be naked
like they were in their dreams.

Next: Spring Break-Neville and Ellis