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This is not written as a sex story, but if it happens, it happens.
Having got that all over and done with, sit back, get comfortable (whatever that means??) and enjoy yourselves.
This is a sequel to my Christmas story, `Finding Love and Coming out at Christmas'. I'd suggest you read that story to get to know the characters and the situation before reading further.
Greg and I spent the Christmas festivities like innocent children – well OK, we were hardly ever soft, but that's to be expected with teen boys. What I mean is we didn't wake up in the middle of the night and have steamy hot sex, more's the pity, but we were very 'handy' with one another. In fact, there was hardly a night where Greg's cock wasn't in my hand (or my cock in his), and hardly a night when we didn't spill our juices!!
On New Year's Eve morning, daylight started to drift in through the windows at about eight-thirty, and the pressure in my bladder was becoming unstoppable, so I reluctantly released myself from my new love's arms and half-ran to the toilet to relieve myself. As Niagara Falls was diminishing from a gush to a dribble I felt a light kiss on the back of my neck and a half-hard cock appeared next to mine and began the same process that I was just finishing. Greg turned his head to me and leaned in for a kiss. "God, Adam," he said, "You have a mouth like the sewage works."
"Thanks a bunch, Greg, yours is none too good either, but it won't stop me from kissing you," and kiss we did, long and slow. It wasn't until we stopped that we realised that Greg's stream had diverted from the toilet to the floor and my legs.
"Hey, I know we share spit, but this is gross," I said, half laughing.
Greg smiled almost shyly as he said, "Sorry, Adam, but once you started kissing me I just forgot about everything else."
"Nothing a floor cloth and a shower won't put right," I said, throwing the cloth to him. "I'll get the shower nice and warm while you're clearing up the spillage." I got two clean towels from the linen cupboard, placed them on the chair by the shower cubicle and turned on the water. Greg joined me under the water thirty seconds later and I poured some shampoo on to my hands and, much to his surprise, I began to lather up his hair.
"Wow, what a way to spend the school holidays," he said, "a new home, and my own personal manservant," he added as I worked up a rich lather." "OOOOOWWWW he squealed as I transferred my right hand to squeeze his nuts playfully. "I'm not your manservant; YOU'RE my plaything, stupid!" I said, and leaned in to kiss him again. "I'm going to have to stop doing that until we've brushed our teeth,"
"Good point, he said as he rinsed his hair and I got the shower cream ready to use on the rest of his body, and OF COURSE I paid particular attention to certain parts which shall remain nameless. My job complete, I stood and looked expectantly at him.
Greg returned my look, gave a resigned sigh and said, "Oh well, if I must, I must."
I grabbed the shampoo bottle and threw it at him, and it struck him on the left nipple. "Ouch," he said, rubbing it gently."
"Oh God, I'm so sorry, Greg, here let me do that," and what started with a kiss on the injured nipple soon turned into more as it hardened in my mouth.
"OOOOOhhh, Adam," he said, eyes closed and breathing hard. I teased him by quickly flicking my tongue back and forth across the left nipple and then transferred my mouth to the right, continuing to stimulate the left with my fingers. "Oh, God you're driving me insane." I released his right nipple from my mouth, and as I looked down I could see that as well as the water cascading down his body, he was leaking precum liberally. I just couldn't resist it, so I knelt in front of him and with the tip of my tongue I licked the tip of his glans, tasting his precum, a little salty and a little sweet.
All this time Greg was moaning and I could see his legs trembling, so it was pretty obvious that he wouldn't last much longer. He had long abandoned any pretence of washing me, but I couldn't have cared less. Not only was I thoroughly enjoying myself, I was giving pleasure to the boy that I had so recently come to call my friend, my bed mate, and hopefully my partner and my lover.
Greg's hand moved towards his cock, but I brushed it away, opened my mouth and took the whole of his glans into my mouth. I don't think Greg believed what was happening, but he looked down and mumbled something like, "Oh, shit," as his cock pulsed in my mouth. I thought he was about to shoot his load, but he managed to hold off. I flicked my tongue quickly backwards and forwards as I had on his nipple and heard Greg mumble, "Oh, Adam," amongst his other moans.
His precum was now flowing almost non-stop into my mouth and I was enjoying every single drop. After another few seconds I slid my lips down his cock until I'd taken everything I could without gagging. Greg's cock spasmed again and his moans increased in volume. How he managed to keep from shooting, I don't know. My own cock was rock hard and the skin on my glans was so tight that it was shining. I didn't dare to touch myself as I knew I was on the edge and almost over it.
I began to move my mouth back until I just had Greg's glans, then slid down his hard shaft again. Greg's knees were trembling badly as he moaned, "Get off, Adam, I'm ... cumming n ... n ... n ... NOW!!!" I missed the first shot as it went straight down my throat, but I pulled back and filled my mouth with what remained. The taste was amazing. I thought his precum tasted good, but the salty-sweet taste of his boy juice was something else. As I rolled it around in my mouth, Greg sank to his knees, exhausted. "Adam, you are one of a kind," he said as he leaned forward for a kiss. I opened my mouth slightly, and after a couple of seconds he backed off. "Is that how I taste?" he asked with a quizzical expression on his face. I nodded, not wanting to lose any of his essence that I had left in my mouth. "Can I taste again?" This time I leaned forwards and initiated the kiss, and this time we exchanged tongues and I gave him full access to his own juices.
"God, Adam, I can't wait to taste yours," he said as he backed off, "but ... ... ..." he stopped speaking and looked down."
"But you don't want to suck me off?" I asked. Greg's head snapped up, looking guilty. "It's OK, Greg," I said taking his hand. "I understand, I really do. I didn't think I could ever suck another boy's cock, let alone have their cum in my mouth, but once your cock was in front of me it just felt so right. You don't have to do it to me Greg, not yet, and not ever if you don't want to ... or can't."
"But I want you to know what it feels like, Adam," Greg said, "It was fantastic. I never believed it could ever feel anything like that. It seems so unfair if I don't do it for you."
"Greg, I'll be happy if you just give me a hand job, I really will, but maybe in the future you'll feel that you're able to do it. If so I can wait until then, but if not, then so be it. Whatever happens I don't want to lose you.
"Just you try," he said and kissed me again, and just as he did the water began to run cold, so we dashed out of the shower, even though I hadn't washed myself properly. We dried off then brushed our teeth, then just to test the toothpaste (any excuse !!!) we kissed again, naked, tongues battling back and forth and our members hard against one another. In the middle of our kiss there was a sharp knock and the door opened immediately and Grace walked into the room catching us naked and mid-kiss. We broke off the kiss immediately and I waited for Grace to leave before I moved away from Greg and exposed myself, but she made no effort to go.
"Caught you," she said with a grin on her face. "My, you have a good-looking butt, Adam," she said. Now, any chance of you splitting from my brother so I can see the front view?"
"Not a hope, Grace," I said. "Now would you mind leaving the room so we can get dressed with without embarrassment?" I asked.
"Say please."
"Please, Grace."
"Please nicely,"
"Please nicely, Grace."
"Say pretty please."
"Oh, for heaven's sake pretty bloody please." I countered.
With a lascivious leer she looked me up and down and said, "Not a chance, stepbrother dear, I'm going to wait right here until I see what's been pleasuring my brother all night."
"What do you mean `pleasuring your brother'," I countered.
"Well, I woke at about 3am and thought I'd check on Greg to make sure he was handling things OK, and when I came in you were cuddled together like two little puppy dogs, except Greg had his hand round your waste and it was pretty obvious where his hand was resting."
I blushed beet red and turned to look at Greg. He shrugged and said, "Well, she's seen me naked loads of times at home, we share a `Jack and Jill' bathroom and we've never got around to having locks put on the doors. It's up to you, but she's a stubborn cow and if she says she'll wait, she'll wait."
I looked back at Grace and said, "So you've made me plead with you, say `pretty please', and you STILL refuse to budge?" I asked
"Aha," she confirmed, nodding her head.
"Shit." I said, and gingerly moved away from Greg so she could see my half-hard cock.
"Veeerrrry nice, Adam," Grace said. "If ever you feel like changing sides, just come up and see me some time." With which she turned on her heel, wiggled her butt at us and left the room.
Greg looked at me and said, "Don't you ever consider changing sides. You're mine and I intend holding on to you."
"It's a deal," I replied and kissed him again.
There was another knock on the door, so we grabbed a sheet and held it in front of us, but didn't need it as we heard Mum's voice say, "Breakfast in ten minutes, boys, and thanks for using all the hot water."
"OK, Mum," I said, "we'll be there."
"Adam," Greg began as we were pulling on our clothes, "Up until now Grace and I have shared everything, and I think she feels a bit left out when you and me are together. I think that's why she burst in here just now. I don't think she meant any harm, Adam, but I think I'm going to have to take a firm line with her. I damned sure I'm not going to share you with anybody, even my twin sister."
"Hey, I didn't really care about her seeing me naked," I said, "so don't be too hard on her, Greg."
"I didn't say I was going to be hard on her, I don't think I could even if I tried. What I said is that I'll have to be firm with her. You're mine and mine alone. That's not to say that you can't be friends with her, it would be damned nigh impossible not to be if we're going to be living in the same house. I really hope that you and she will be like brother and sister, but as for anything more, well, that's for me, not for her."
"So you're going to speak to her about it then," I said. Greg nodded as we left the room. "Well, don't be too hard on her Greg, she probably only did it for a bit of fun. Actually, it's the first time I've been naked in front of a girl."
As we walked into the kitchen Mum was just putting the breakfast on the table, scrambled eggs, pork sausages, toast and grilled tomatoes. I gave her a good morning kiss and she leaned towards Greg for the same. He seemed a bit shy, but kissed her cheek just the same. "You'll soon learn, Greg, that in this house I expect the same from you and Grace as I get from Adam. And in the same way I will treat all three of you the same. Grace came in just as Greg was kissing Mum and went straight and kissed Mum too. Then she came and sat opposite us and Mum gave her some breakfast. "I'm off out to the supermarket, kids, Uncle Peter's at work so you'll have a couple of hours to entertain yourselves. Help yourselves to anything you want within reason, and if I find a mess when I get home, you don't have to ask who'll be clearing it up.
Mum grabbed her car keys and the shopping bags and made a dash for the door. Can we speak to you please Grace," Greg said.
"WE?" I asked.
"Since when have you asked if you could speak to me?" Grace said to Greg.
"No, this is serious, Grace, it's about Adam and me."
"Hey, I'm OK with you two being boyfriends," Grace said.
"Yea, I know," Greg replied, "but I need to get one thing clear, Grace, and that is that Adam is exclusively mine. The way you were speaking earlier I thought that maybe you had designs on him, and I just want to make it clear, Grace, that that is not going to happen, and I would very much appreciate it if you would just ... well ... just leave him alone."
There were a few seconds silence until Grace said, "Wow, I am so impressed, Greg. I've never known you to take such a firm stand before. You must really love this guy."
Greg blushed to the roots of his hair and said, "Yes, Grace, I really do."
"In that case," she replied, coming and sitting between us, "I promise you this is the last time I will come between you, and I'm only here for one reason now, and that's to do this:" and so saying she kissed Greg on the cheek, then turned and kissed me on the cheek. "It's true I could really have fallen for you, Adam, you are soooo cute. But as my newly dominant twin brother has laid down the law and put me in my place, I suppose I'll have to look elsewhere, but the one thing I WILL say, Adam, is that you must never forget that we're twins, and you must never try to keep us apart. Sometimes, although I don't like to admit it, I need to be with Greg. I don't know why, but twins are like that, especially as we've never been separated for long periods. Of course you will need to have him to yourself, I respect that, but please don't try to shut me out completely."
I took Grace's hand in mine and said, "I've already given that some thought, Grace, and I promise you that I won't do that. In fact, I hope that we'll grow closer as a real family. Of course, you and I will never be as close as you are to Greg, but I think we can work things out between us."
Grace kissed me on the cheek again and said, "I hope so, Adam. Now who wants a drink?" We all opted for coffee and Grace set about putting the kettle on and getting the mugs ready. "We'll be in the living room, Grace, give me a call if you need a hand with anything," I said.
"I will," said Grace, "And just because I'm a girl it doesn't mean that I'll be at your beck and call all the time."
"Shucks," I replied, "And just when I thought I was going to enjoy having a sister."
"Do you want to drink this coffee or wear it?" she asked, laughing as Greg took my hand and led me into the living room.
"I think I handled that pretty well," Greg said as we sat on the sofa.
"Yes, WE did, didn't WE," I replied, huffily.
"OK, you win," Greg said with a grin as he snuggled up to me.
The rest of the day passed quietly and peacefully and the three of us helped Mum to prepare dinner ready for when Dad came home. We managed to stay awake until midnight when the chimes of Big Ben ushered in the New Year, and it was kisses all around. "OK, kids," Dad said, "Time for bed now." Greg and I said goodnight to Grace and went to our bedroom where we played in the shower once again and our combined emissions flowed down the drain with the shower water. As we slid into bed we heard the rain start and spooned together in bed. "I've made a New Year's resolution," Greg said just as I was drifting off to sleep.
"What's that?" I asked sleepily.
"You'll find out in the morning," Greg replied, yawning.
At about two in the morning I woke up to the sound of thunder and, the lightning was so bright it was showing through the thick curtains at the window, which I had drawn the previous night to keep the worst of the cold out. Greg stirred and when he realised there was a storm he clung on tightly to me. "I hate storms," he said. I turned round to face him and gathered him into my arms closely, so we were nose to nose and toes to toes.
"Don't worry, I'm here," I said. Greg gave me a weak smile and closed his eyes again. He was asleep within seconds. A few minutes later I heard the door creak open and I could just about make out Grace in the darkness. "Are you OK, Grace?" I whispered.
"I'm fine, I love storms," she said quietly. "I just came to make sure Greg was OK. He always climbs into bed with me during storms and I cuddle him to comfort him."
"Well, I'm doing just that, Grace, but if you want to come in with us there's plenty of room."
"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked.
"Of course not," I said.
"Will you two cut the cackle and let a guy get back to sleep?" Greg muttered, disgruntled.
Grace smiled and climbed into bed next to Greg and snuggled up behind him. "Hmmmm `snice," he mumbled, "A Greg sandwich." And then he giggled, then I giggled, then Grace giggled and for a few seconds the bed shook, but all three of us were soon asleep.
I woke the following morning feeling a little chilly and found the bedclothes had been pulled down and Greg was between my legs stroking my rock-hard cock. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"Flying a seven-four-seven," Greg replied, "what the hell does it look like I'm doing?"
"OOOOOOhhhhh," I said, "And a happy New Year to you too."
"If you must know, I'm starting my New Year's resolution." He explained.
"Which is?"
"To do for you exactly what you do for me," he said crouching and hesitantly taking my glans into his mouth."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Never more certain," he replied, backing off for a moment.
"I hope Grace isn't still around." I said.
"No, she went back to her room as soon as the storm was over muttering something about smelly farts and snoring. I didn't hear or smell anything, did you?"
"No, nothing," I replied, and we both burst out laughing.
"OK, back to the business in hand ... or rather in mouth," Greg said with a sexy grin, and slid his lips down my cock and then back off again. "And a happy New Year to you, my lover," he said softy.
"Yea, and to you, my love, and I think it really will be."
THE END
Robbie ColCalverley