Part 2
We're growing up and getting a double bed!
My brother André and I (my name is Anton) are identical twin brothers. We’re both 1,82m tall, very muscular (we go to the gym regularly and we work on our father’s wine farm just outside town) and have hairy bodies.
We are 18 years of age and since our 18th birthday, our lives have changed so much!
Because we’re not into body building competitions, we both agreed not to shave our body hair. Therefore, our chests and tummies are covered in silken black hair. Also, our arms and legs are hairy. We kind of dislike the new fad of shaving arms, legs and bodies. As André says: “I’m a real man and proud of it! I’m hairy and that’s that. And I’m going to flaunt it that I’m a man, and show it off!” That’s my brother: bold and forward, but he’s the other half of my life.
We both have longer pitch-black hair (almost like D’Artagnan in The Musketeers, but not quite as long – we’re still at school and there are rules. We both make sure we’re within the rules and limits, but only just! We regularty getting many compliments on our hair (and bodies!), therefore our hair stylist merely trims and cleans up every 2 weeks. Usually, we also sport a 2 to 3 days’ beard growth over weekends (during the week we have to shave, otherwise we will get some flack at school). It gives us a slightly rugged look, which the girls like very much. Of course, they don’t know we’re lovers and we’re not interested in girls in the least!
Our hands are fairly big and they are a bit rugged due to the farm work – cutting, pruning, planting, tractors, fixing farm implements, fences, vineyards and the like take its toll. But I make sure André moisturises his hands every morning before we head off to do our chores, and after we’ve showered at night he moisturises again. Thus, our hands most definitely don’t look like those of an office worker, but they also don’t look too bad for weekend farmers.
I think André and I have very nice feet. They’re rather big and we cut each other’s toenails – nothing better to get the juices flowing when your twin brother’s foot is in your lap when you give him a pedicure! But really, our feet are beautifully shaped with the second toes slightly longer than the big toes. There is a fair amount of pitch-black hair on our toes and on the bridge of our feet. It looks kind of sexy, and a few people have given us compliments.
Yes, we do have very big feet … And yes, it is true about men with big feet! We wear size 11½ shoes … you do the math! Our cocks are 23cm long that clearly proves that (at least in our case), the shoe size doubled is your dick size in centimetres. Our cocks have big heads, big piss slits and are uncut with enough foreskin to cover our cock heads even when erect.
Our cocks are also darker in colour than the rest of our bodies. We don’t usually lie in the sun to tan (our grandmother died of skin cancer, so sun tanning is not allowed in our family) and therefore our bodies just have light tans from when we work with our shirts off and when we go swimming.
We were born 18 years ago – first André and 2 minutes later I – and are about to finish school. During most of our school vacations we had to work on the farm – partly because it’s the done thing to help our dad, but we also like doing it. It’s our inheritance we’re taking care of. We also have to work most weekends and we’re in charge when Dad and Mom have to tend to family business, visiting our grandparents in the retirement village or when they want to take a break.
As is the case with most twins, we sleep together, we shower together, we eat together, we wear identical clothes, our hair is cut in the same style and we comb it the same way. We look like mirror images of each other.
Until the age of 8, we had to say good-night to our parents by 8 o’clock at night, brush our teeth and get into bed. Dad usually came to read a story to us and to tuck us in. He would kiss us both on the mouth and would leave the door slightly open when he left.
André and I would kiss each other good-night and usually he would spoon with me from behind. It started that early, not knowing what was to happen 10 years later. He would hold me close to him and we would talk about the day and what happened during the day, about the next day’s test or what we were going to do over the weekend, Mom’s dinner, hockey or the vineyards. I was addicted to André’s embracing. It was so soothing and I would be very far off to dreamland before long.
We never fought – ever. André is the slightly more aggressive one of the two of us (more assertive than aggressive though) and I am the quieter and peace-loving one. André always takes the lead in most instances and I’m just too glad to follow and do what he wants us to do.
The day after our 18th birthday, before dinner we were showering together like we usually did, and André got a raging hard-on. Of course, we’ve seen each other’s cocks before but only referred to it jokingly, but didn’t do anything. We both knew we noticed the other one’s cock, but we would just ignore it and to do nothing.
That night in the shower however I realised that André was going through the same development as I: his cock was as big as mine, the looks were identical. André chuckled with some embarrassment and asked if I had the same “problem”. Seeing André’s cock harden, mine automatically started to grow hard as well, and being so big, there was no way to hide it from André. In fact, when André saw my growing hard-on, he was very bold and insisted we compare our cocks side by side.
When André touched my cock, it felt as if there was an electric shock that went through my body and I felt a fantastic sensation in my groin. When I took his cock in my hand, even though it was identical to mine, it felt great … and right. It felt like this was meant to be. I loved it. His cock was twitching in my hand and he was squeezing my cock while faux fucking my hand.
“This is very nice, Anton! Don’t you think?” I could only groan my agreement and was now also faux fucking André’s hand. Soon we were both starting to breathe heavily and a strange sensation was starting in my groin and spread through my body. It was a fantastic feeling – it was a feeling like none I’ve ever felt before.
André was making deep growling noises and pulled me closer to him. Before I knew it, he was kissing me. But his tongue was entering my mouth! It was weird but I was so caught up in the moment, I kissed him back. And I loved it! It was great! I never knew a kiss could be so nice!
He pulled away and started to really growl and said as quietly as he could, that something is starting to happen to him. I said the same thing is happening to me ... Without warning, the strange, sticky, watery liquid I saw coming from my own dick in the toilet since a few months earlier. It squirted from André’s cock onto mine. The bit that hit my hand that was playing with him, was hot and sticky. The showerhead was spraying on my back at that stage.
I never mentioned the liquid squirting out of my cock and the euphoria I felt to André, too embarrassed as it felt like something I should keep quiet about. And in the meantime, the exact thing happened to him in the toilet too! How stupid of us not to mention it to each other!
Almost immediately the same happened to me: when the sticky liquid squirted from my dick, it felt like I was peeing, but with the fantastic sensation I experienced in the toilet, was even better! I felt like I was on Cloud Nine! The sensation took hold of my whole body. I collapsed in André’s arms and we held on to each other, and our cocks in each other’s hands. Our cocks were still jerking violently and the strange but nice feeling was starting to subside slowly.
“What was that?!”
“I don’t know, André, but whatever it was, it was wonderful!”
“Did you feel the liquid that came out of our dicks? It was weird! Is that not the “cum” that the other guys referred to the other day?”
The rest of our classmates were not as developed as we were. Most of them pretended to know it all or course, but I wasn’t sure how many of them were at the stage of producing cum.
“Yes, you’re right! That must be it. But it’s very sticky! it’s white and thick …! Look!”
“Was this the first time you have squirted this liquid, Anton?”
“No, the other day a few weeks ago, when I was in the toilet, I got hard and … well, I played with my dick and the same stuff squirted from my dick. It felt weird but very nice! And you?”
“You dog you! And you didn’t tell me! But I also kept quiet! Just look what we’ve missed! It would’ve been great to start it with you, Anton!”
“Yes, it would’ve been so great, André! I really love you, you know, but this is cementing our relationship and putting it in a completely new spot, don’t you think?”
“Yes, for sure baby bro! You’re an amazing brother and this new thing is going to make it even better!”
“Yes, indeed!”
Dad knocked on the bathroom door and asked why we were taking so long to finish showering. André called to Dad that we were almost done.
“We’ll be out just now Dad!” Anton said.
“Was it nice for you too?” I whispered. “For me it was absolutely fantastic! And it was nice to hold your cock when it happened, André! It was twitching and the feeling was fantastic!”
“Oh yes, it was wonderful! But it was better to do it with you! If it will always be like this, I want to do this every day! And from now on, I want us to always do it together. No more doing it alone in the toilet! That’s bull dust!”
“Is it not gay to do it together, André? I heard that gays ‘play with each other’. This must be it …”, I trailed off.
“I don’t care, Anton. You’re my brother and I’m not going to do it with any of the other boys in our class. And besides, I know I can trust you and I know you’ll be with me every day so we could do it together! What do you say?”
“André, if it’s OK with you, it’s OK with me too. I would love this to happen again, and very much with you … and a lot of times please!”
“OK. Let’s finish showering first.”
We towelled each other dry, got semi hard again, hugged and kissed each other, holding each other’s dicks in our hands and just marvelled at the wonderful that has happened between us.
Little did we know …!
That night when we went to bed, I looked at André with different eyes. By now, Dad would not read stories to us anymore, but he would come and sit with us and talked about the day and what happened on the farm. And he wanted to hear how our final schoolyear was progressing.
Dad was a super man and a great dad. He was truly interested in our well-being and what happened to us. I was wondering what he would have said if he knew what happened between us in the shower …
Again, little did we know!
After Dad left, we would read an Asterix or some other comic book, or checked our messages on our cell phones. There was this one girl who was sending us both the weirdest messages that we just laughed off. We would show the latest messages from her and would kill ourselves laughing.
When it was time to turn the light off by half past 10 – Dad was adamant that we have to get a proper night’s sleep and that the lights had to be out by then – André leaned to me and kissed me lightly on the lips. But he lingered as if to wait for something … and instinctively I opened my mouth.
Wow! What an experience! I was really being kissed and the love flowed from André changed my attitude towards this man, my brother and partner-in-crime forever.
When my mouth opened, his tongue slipped in deep and wrestled with my tongue. He moved on top of me, holding my face in his hands.
I immediately felt his hard-on through his boxers and groaned with excitement. WOW! We have just had our “first ‘sex’” a few hours ago, and here we were, André on top of me and both hard again!
André’s mouth was locked over mine and his tongue was very agile inside my mouth. He pushed his hard-on onto mine and I felt the excitement bubbling through my body.
André’s one hand slipped between us and started to squeeze my cock through my boxers. I responded by doing the same to his cock. He sat up on my thighs and pulled off my boxers to have access to my cock. At the same time, he pulled his boxers off and flung it to one side.
André took both our cocks in his hands and started to rub them up and down. The most wonderful sensation coursed through my body and it felt fantastic. I never wanted it to end!
“Anton, I really like doing this man!”
“Yes, it is wonderful! I like it very much! Let me have a go please?”
André let go of our cocks and I took them in my hand. It felt amazing to have TWO big cocks together in one’s hand! I loved the feeling!
I noticed that there was some liquid leaking out our cocks.
“Do you feel the liquid coming out our cocks, André? Did you cum already?”
“Yes, I feel it. No, you will know when we cum! I have not cum yet. The amount of the sticky liquid that leaked out of my cock today and the other day was a lot! I suppose this is what is called precum …? I didn’t know we would be making that and so much now already! It’s a lot!”
“I’ve noticed the other day when I was peeing, that there was a long sticky drop hanging from the tip of my cock. Perhaps our bodies have already started to produce it and we didn’t notice, André?”
“Yes, I’ve noticed it too the other day. But enough of the biology lesson and let’s get this show on the road!”
He pulled my cock from my hand holding them both, and he started jerking me off. I did the same with him.
André leaned forward and kissed me again … It was so nice to have your twin brother sitting on your thighs, jerking you off and kissing you. I was in teenage heaven!
We were to jerking each other off and before long, our breaths became laboured and shallow. The fantastic feeling of earlier in the shower returned – it made my head spin. It was one of the most wonderful experiences of my life.
André leaned down again and kissed me while we were feverishly jacking each other off. Soon we were reaching the point when the thick white sticky liquid was squirting out of both our cocks, and splattered on my chin, chest and tummy.
It felt amazing. André collapsed on me and nuzzled my neck. His face was also covered with the sticky cum and some of it ended up on his lip. He gingerly wiped it off but some did enter his mouth.
“This stuff tastes strange but also cool. Come on, taste it.” And with that he scraped some of our cum onto my lips. I pulled a face, but realised he was right: I licked it from my lips and yes, it did have a funny, strange taste, but I reckoned it won’t kill us – it’s stuff from our bodies, and we were clever enough to realise it’s not a waste product.
André kissed me again and we shared our spit laced with our cum … it was fucking amazing!
André settled on top of me with his head in the crook of my neck, his face against the side of my face. He was lightly rubbing his thumb all over the side of my face, my ear, my hair … I held him tight to me and realised that my brother was the most important person in my life.
“I LOVE HIM”, I realised all of a sudden! What?! Love? He’s my brother! I can’t love him! Not in this way …! I couldn’t! I didn’t really understand what it was I was feeling, but I was sure that it must be love or some kind of special feeling that I was I was feeling, with my brother on top of me, us holding each other tight.
“Do you also feel the nice wuzzy nice feeling when we are doing this and kissing each other, and you lying on top of me?”
“Yes, baby bro! I do and it’s amazing! You’re my brother but I can say in all honesty that this is the best feeling ever! It feels so right and I never want it to stop!”
“André, you’re reading my mind!”
“Enough of this you ugly thing! Where is your dirty T-shirt, Anton? I want to wipe the last of this sticky stuff off so we could get some sleep.” He ducked out of the way when I swiped at his head. He gingerly lifted himself off me and landed on his back onto his half of the single beds we have pushed together. I reached for the T-shirt on the floor and wiped off the remainder of the spunk from my body and face, and leaned over to André to wipe him clean too.
When I reached his cock, it was still in a rubbery state of arousal and he squirmed a bit when I pulled the skin back and wiped the head.
“Careful there, Anton! It’s rather sensitive and your T-shirt is making it worse!”
Once clean, I crawled into bed and almost immediately, André crawled in with me and took his place behind my back. He draped his right arm over me and pulled my closer against his body. But he pushed his rubbery cock between my buttocks. And it felt GREAT!
“Thanks, Anton. That was amazing! I really liked it.”
“Thank you too, André. Yes, it wás amazing! I liked it very much.”
I turned my head slightly and he leaned forward, and kissed me on the mouth.
“I love you very much, André. I hope it’s OK to say that …?”
“Yes, of course it’s OK! Look at what we’re doing together! And I never want to do it with anybody else! Of course I love you too! You’re a very special person and you’re my beautiful twin brother!”
“You’re kind of beautiful too, Anton! Not as sexy as I am, but it’s not your fault I was born before you! But, for the second one, you’re OK …!”
With that, I got a jab in my side and he started to tickle me.
“Take that back this very minute, you pervert!” I retorted.
“Only if you promise to love me and hold me and sleep with me and to be a nice brother who loves me too …”
André was on top of me again, tickling me and pinning my arms on the pillow. He leaned down and started to lightly bite my chin and earlobes until I felt like I was about to start yelling that he stopped.
“I promise I’ll love you, ‘baby bro’; I’ll always tickle you and sleep on top of you and I’ll do my very best to love an ugly turd like you!”
I was fighting against his arms, but being tickled and with his 75kg on top of me, I was helpless, but actually I didn’t care. The most important person was on top of me, horsing around with me and we have just had a little sex. What could be better? Little did I know …!
André leaned down and kissed me again. First just brushing my lips with his, and then his tongue was pushing between my lips. I opened my mouth and he gave me a long, soft, sensual kiss. I could taste his saliva running into my mouth and it was so nice …
I could feel his rubbery cock pressed into mine – both were not that rubbery anymore!
André broke free and rolled off me and exhaled.
“Fuck, Anton! You make this feel so wonderful; I want to do it all the time, but tomorrow is a big day. We just have to win those other wannabes, those so-called hockey players!”
He was right. We were playing a very important hockey match against our archenemies, and we needed to get enough sleep to be ready for them.
André spooned me from behind and pushed his still rubbery cock between my legs, and hugged me from behind. It felt amazing … I didn’t know what this could lead to …!
“OK if I park him between your legs? Hmmm? It feels so good, he might wake up again!”
“No, I don’t mind. Actually I love it! Please push him deep between my legs … Hmmm! It feels so good!”
“OK you pervert! Sleep well baby bro. Your big bro will look after you! No ghost or alien will attack you while I have your back!”
“You have more than my back, you horrible creature!” I pumped him in the ribs playfully.
“But, ‘baby bro’? Really? Just because you were born 2 minutes before me, doesn’t really make you the ‘big bro’, bro! Look at us: we’re both big and have the same bodies and cocks. We wear the same number 9 shoes. So, where is the ‘baby’ in all of that?”
“Shhh! Just sleep now, baby bro! Big bro has your back.” He pulled me tight against his chest and rested his head on the pillow behind me. He let go a big sigh and said, “I think I love you baby bro. Hmmmm!” And with that, he hugged me tightly and pushed his still half-hard dick deep between my legs. I sighed and wrapped my right hand over his hand over my chest and pushed my right leg backwards over André’s legs.
We soon fell asleep entwined like lovers … Yes, we have officially become lovers! But still, I didn’t know what was still to come! I didn’t have the foggiest! We were to embark on a rollercoaster ride like none before!
*******
The hockey match was a breeze and we beat them 3-nil! What a bunch of wannabes, indeed!
The next weekend we were busy on the farm since early the Saturday morning and had a lot of chores helping Dad and the workers. We were preparing the vineyards for the spring and much had to be done.
By 10 o’clock I was tired and thirsty. I called to André who was on one of the tractors which sprayed the vines. He didn’t hear me but saw me waving my arms and mimicking drinking from a glass. He gave me the “OK” sign with his thumb and index finger, and headed to the shed where the fungicide in the tanks had to be replenished.
He came jogging to me and as he approached me, I noticed his dick forming a thick ridge in his pants. We really had nice big dicks! My own dick stirred in my pants and when I put my hand on it, I realised I was horny again!
André called out that he’s challenging me to see who’s back home first. We’re both the same in everything, and we’re also equally fast at running, but I accepted the challenge.
We ran back home teasing each other and trying to push the other out of the way which caused us to make a loud noise as we reached the back door.
André grabbed me from behind and starting tickling me. His big dick pushed between my buttocks which felt so good! I squealed with delight and he slipped past me into the scullery and shouted triumphantly, “I’ve won, baby bro!”
I rushed at him and tackled him around his waist but Mom wouldn’t have any of this horseplay in the house and scolded us for making such a ruckus in the house.
“Go wash up first. Would you like something to drink? Cool drinks or coffee and some milk tart?”
“Both please Mom!” we called out enthusiastically. We were very thirsty and loved to have a Coke, but we could never give up on an opportunity to have some of Mom’s award-winning milk tart, a firm South African favourite, and Mom’s is the best in our opinion.
“Coming up. Anton, please get met the milk tart from the fridge. André you get the Coke from the fridge in the pantry. I’ll start to brew some fresh coffee. But first go wash up. Chop-chop!”
We started to race to the bathroom, but Mom put a quick end to that too, so we briskly walked to the bathroom, elbowing each other and André tickling me again, and ruffling my hair.
He stopped, grabbed me around the waist as we approached the bathroom and hugged me tight.
“I was serious last night Anton. I do love you …”
“I love you too ‘big bro’! I want to be with you forever.”
“Me too, baby bro! You’re the youngest and I’m the perfect person to look after you!”
We entered the bathroom, closed the door and first headed for the toilet bowl. We unzipped and pulled out our big semi-hard cocks and started to urinate. At the time, when our cocks were soft, they were about 12cm long, thick and uncut. But with all the horsing around they were at least 15cm …
We looked at each other’s cocks and soon they started to grow. We pushed the urine out as we knew it would be very difficult to aim the streams of urine into the bowl once our cocks were hard. Nonetheless, our cocks continued to grow and before long, as the last urine dribbled out, we had each other’s cock in our hands.
André pulled me closer and kissed me while hugging me close to him. I hugged back with my one arm and held on to his dick.
“You’d better let go of my cock, Anton! We can’t start something we can’t finish now! And how we’re going to get our cocks back into our pants without Mom noticing, I don’t know!”
He kissed me again and whispered in my ear, “I love you baby bro. You’re the best brother I could have wished for. And your small dick isn’t too bad either!”
“I love you too André. You’re very special and it’s nice to be your brother. And just so you know, your “big” cock is the same size as mine, you bragger!”
With that we parted and each battled to get his 18cm hard cock back into his pants.
“I wonder if these things are going to get even bigger than they are? I’d love them to grow even bigger! They’re pretty damn big already!” André said. Little did he – or me! – know exactly HOW big they were going to become!
We managed to get them back into our pants, we zipped up and closed our jackets in front so as to conceal the considerable bulges in our pants.
“Let’s wait for tonight before we try anything. We can’t afford to let anybody see this and know about us.”
“Of course, Poepies! Of course I know that!” I said.
“’Poepies’? Really? For that you’re going to pay, baby bro!”
“Bring it on, Mr Small Dick!”
I was tickled mercilessly!
“Stop it you too and come and have your Coke and milk tart!” Mom called and interrupted our horseplay.
We went back to the kitchen. With glasses of ice-cold Coke in hand, we sat around the kitchen table and waited for Mom to set up the coffee machine for the fresh brew.
“I thought you’ve already started the machine, Mom? Do I have to give you some pointers … hmmm?” André was from another planet!
“You be quiet! I know to work the DeLonghi, and I was busy sorting out our dinner meny for tonight! Just be quiet for 5 minutes!”
She came back from the fridge with the milk tart, some side plates and cake forks.
“Each a large slice?”
“Yes please!” we said in sync. Mom’s milk tart is to die for.
Mom cut the tart, dished them into the side plates and sat down with us.
“Why were you two so noisy last night? I was on the verge of asking Dad to go look into what was the matter with you two. Were you fighting?”
“Why do you think that, Mom?” André asked. We looked wide-eyed at each other. I hoped they didn’t hear the details … No, they can’t know anything, otherwise Mom would ask straight what we were doing and she didn’t.
André started with some cockamamie story of me kicking him and that he only defended himself.
I kicked André under the table and told Mom that there was nothing of the sort. It’s just that sharing one single bed is getting cramped.
“But your beds are right next to each other. Surely there is enough space in each bed?”
“Yes, but we prefer to sleep together. It’s something from our baby days and growing up we don’t want to end,” I said.
“Really? Do you still want to sleep together after all these years? You’re already 18. Are you two big bulls not starting to get too old for sleeping together?”
“No, we love sleeping together, especially in winter. And when it’s raining, it’s nice to share a warm bed with each other” I piped in.
“And when this younger son of yours lets out his body gases, I can pull the duvet close to us to prevent the lethal gases to escape and harm the environment!” André retorted.
“The audacity! Mom, he’s the one who does that, ALL the time!”
“Yes, OK – enough of that! I’m not interested in your bodily functions and all the gory details!”
“Sorry Mom, but your son is not an angel, you know! But Mom, how about getting us a double bed, please Mom?” André asked without batting an eyelid.
“Are you two sure? A new double bed is expensive and we don’t want to buy a new bed and then a week later you’re no longer happy with the setup. Is that what you want too, Anton?” Mom asked.
“Yes, please. If it’s what André wants, I want it too.”
“OK, I’ll talk to Dad about it and we could get you double bed by next week. I’ll call the shop right now and enquire about the models and prices. Would a normal double bed be big enough for the two of you? You’re getting real big men now and will fill up a double bed easily. What about a king size bed? André?”
“Yes, a king size sounds about right! Thanks Mom! You’re the best mom ever! I think I saw an advertisement in yesterday’s paper of a sale that’s on at the furniture shop. Why don’t you call them right now? I’m sure Dad would be OK with it. What do you say Anton?”
He kicked me under the table and winked at me. I knew what he was thinking and my own cock twitched at the idea of having our own king size bed where we could have all the fun we want with each other.
“OK, I’ll call them just now. Just keep down your antics at night. You were very noisy last night. Even though you are on the other side of the house, sound carries at night and you know I’m a light sleeper. André, I’m sure you started all of it last night! Am I right or am I right?”
“Yes of course, Mom!” I said. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t make such a noise again like last night.”
André kicked me under the bed and pretended to be upset with me. “You're a snake, Anton!”
“I hope the new bed will not encourage more noise. And, no jumping on the bed, you hear?” Mom said sternly, looking from one to the other of us.
“No, no jumping, we promise!” Little did she know there would be some humping, and a lot of it too!
Again, André kicked me under the table and winked at me … Damn, I couldn’t wait for this new bed to arrive! It’s going to be a lot of fun! Hmmmm!
The coffee was ready and Mom poured some in our own cups marked “André” and “Anton” Mom had made for our 12th birthday. We pulled the side plates with milk tart closer and dug in … hmmm! It tasted good!
Mom picked up her mobile phone and called the local furniture shop in town and enquired about a king size bed.
“You have a special on king size beds? The make? Oh, that sounds fine. Yes, I’d like to have one please. Monday? OK, Monday morning then. Please email me your banking details and I’ll do an EFT straight away. Do you also have bedding for a king size bed? And a duvet and 2 sets of covers? Some new pillows? 4 should do. And 2 new continental pillows. The duvet covers should be not too floral or girly. Yes, some stripes in browns or blues or other subdued colours and patterns for a man. Two sets of everything please? Will you email me a statement with the amount and your banking details and I’ll do the EFT? Thank you very much. By 10 o’clock on Monday. Yes, it’s only 7 kilometres out of town on the N7. The delivery guys will know how to find us. Good bye now.”
“Thanks Mom!” we said in unison and my fertile mind was already working at lightning speed. Best of all, we’d be sleeping together still with our parents’ permission and knowledge. They don’t have to know all the details – we’d just have to be more careful.
“Consider that a belated birthday present from me for your birthday. 18? My word, how time has flown! You were only toddlers the other day! Please promise me you’ll never stop being the good brothers to each other and wonderful boys to us?”
“Yes, of course Mom! Thanks Mom” we said.
After the coffee and milk tart, we went up to our mom and kissed her on both cheeks. “Thanks Mom. We love you very much!” We went to the bathroom again to wash our hands before heading back to the shed.
Once in the bathroom André yelped silently and jumped up and down. He grabbed me and we did the dance of joy. We’re going to have a whole king size bed all to ourselves! And Mom and Dad will know we’re sleeping together! The possibilities were wonderful and imagine all the space we’d have to ourselves! But we’d have to keep it down. We didn’t want Mom and Dad to end this wonderful experience we have just started and which we both enjoy so much.
= To be continued =
