MARCH MADNESS -- Part Five of the `Adam and Greg' Saga
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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.
It was during the second week in March that the twins first went to visit their father in prison. Not that they hadn't wanted to visit him sooner, rather that he was suffering from chronic depression and was deemed to be unready to receive visitors. So it was that Dad collected the twins from school after lunch on Friday afternoon to drive them the thirty or so miles to Her Majesty's Prison Slade. I just couldn't concentrate on lessons that afternoon and very nearly landed myself with a detention not once, but twice. As I left school after last period I spotted Mum in her little Ford Ka waiting for me. Mum hated the trip to and from the school and would rather pay for me to get a taxi than drive me herself, but she'd had a doctor's appointment that afternoon and decided that she'd brave the school run on her way home.
During the trip home we chatted about anything and everything until she finally broached what was really on her mind. "How are things with you and Greg?" she asked out of the blue.
"Fine thanks, Mum," I replied, thinking this would satisfy her.
"No, Adam, I mean how are ... things ... between you?"
"What do you mean, Mum?" I asked, beginning to get an inkling as to what she was getting at.
I was quiet for a moment, trying to decide whether she meant what I thought she meant. "Do you mean our sex life?" I asked, bluntly but softly.
Mum blushed and grimaced as she asked, "Do you have one?"
"Mum, we're teenage boys, of course we have one." I said with a quiet smile, beginning to get a little embarrassed myself. "All teenage kids have a sex life, even if it's ... well ... even if it's just ... with yourself," I said, blushing furiously and not knowing quite how to refer to masturbation without using the actual word, and I was hardly going to use the `W' word.
"OK, OK," mum said quickly, "I was young myself once, remember!"
"Yes, but you didn't ..." I began
"Shut up before this gets any more embarrassing," Mum said half-angrily.
There was silence for a few moments until I said, "I think I know what you're asking, Mum," I replied, "and I think you'd better just let me explain." I finished.
"OK, but try not to embarrass me too much," Mum said, calming down and with just a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Right, let's start with how we feel about one another. I know you probably think we're too young to know our own minds, but we do love one another very much." I began, and as Mum opened her mouth to interrupt I continued, "No Mum, let me speak. I love both Greg and Grace. Greg as a lover and Grace as a sister. Grace can see what we're like together and if anybody knows Greg it's her, and as far as I know she approves of the way things are. Greg and I got close very quickly, especially as we're sharing a bed, and teen boys, in case you don't know, are randy about seventy per-cent of the time, and the other thirty per-cent they're asleep." Mum laughed, so I carried on, "Obviously we have to relieve our pent-up feelings in the only way we know, and naturally we began doing it together and then to one-another."
Mum cleared her throat. I've never seen her look so uncomfortable or red in the face. "Well, one thing led to another and we experimented with oral sex with me taking the initiative first, and Greg only doing it to me since we went away with Dad, and that's about it so far, and that's all we're really ready for."
Mum took a deep breath and asked, "So you haven't had actual ... um ... well,"
"If you mean have we had anal sex, then the answer is no." I said, trying to make it easier for her, "but if things go on as they are, it will definitely happen, but not until we're both ready, and not until we've considered every aspect. Neither of us has had anal sex before so there's no possibility of catching anything ... ... well ... ... nasty."
"I think that's enough for now," Mum said as we pulled into the drive, "But thanks for being so honest with me ... ... I can't say that I'm over the moon about the way things have turned out, but if you ARE gay and if you HAVE to have a relationship with somebody, I think Greg is the best boy to have it with. I've become very fond of him and Grace in the short time I've known them. Will you promise me that if there are any problems between you you'll let me know straight away? I'd hate things to get really bad between you and jeopardize the twins' placement with us.
"I promise Mum, but I can't see anything coming between us for the time being."
I was helping Mum to make dinner in the kitchen a little later when Dad and the twins arrived home. I was expecting the twins to be upbeat after visiting their father, but Grace, who came through the door first, mumbled her `hello' and disappeared upstairs to her bedroom. Dad shrugged his shoulders at Mum, and there was no sign of Greg so I went along to our bedroom and there he was sitting on the bed looking morose. As I walked into the room his face crumpled and the tears started. I sat next to him and he fell into my arms as I pulled him to me.
"What on earth is the matter?" I asked him. "I thought you'd have been pleased to see your Dad."
Greg caught his breath and said, "Yes I am, but it's such a bloody awful place in there and it's destroying Dad. Do you know I didn't even recognize him when we went into the visiting area? I had to wait `till he waved before I knew where to go."
"Shit Greg," I said, "I'm soooo sorry." What about Grace? I asked.
"She's down too, worse if anything," Greg said.
"Maybe I should go up to her." I said.
"No need," Dad's voice came from the doorway. "Sorry, I wasn't eavesdropping; I just came to tell you dinner in ten minutes. Mum's upstairs with Grace, so try not to worry about her."
As you can imagine, dinner was a quiet affair and nobody felt like doing much afterwards. The twins and I all settled for an early night and for once this wasn't an excuse to mess around with Greg, although he did snuggle into me as soon as we were naked. It took a long time and several snuffles for him to get off to sleep, but eventually his breathing became deep and steady. It was only then that I felt able to relax myself and I drifted off soon after. I woke at around two in the morning as I felt the bed move and someone get in and snuggle up behind me. In my semi-conscious state it didn't register that Greg was still asleep in front of me, his half-hard cock pressing against my thigh. No, this wasn't Greg behind me, but it was a naked body and that body had a larger-than-boysize chest, and although there was the tickle of pubic hair against my butt, there was no sign of any appendages. Despite myself ,my cock began to get hard, especially as an arm snaked around me and came to rest on my stomach and a pair of lips kissed my shoulder. "Grace?" I asked.
"Sssshhh," came the reply as she spooned closer into me, "don't wake Greg. I just need to be close to somebody."
"S'OK," I told her and tried to relax, but with a naked boy in front of me and a naked girl behind me it was pretty difficult, but eventually I did nod off and woke again as daylight was struggling to get a finger hold. I was dying to pee but knew that this would disturb one or both of the twins, so I waited as long as I possibly could, then as gently as I could I climbed over Greg and made a dash for the toilet. When I came back into the bedroom the twins were cuddled together face to face, so I slipped in behind Greg and spooned in behind him, my cock hardening and slotting nicely between his butt cheeks. A few minutes later I felt the bed move and opened my eyes slightly to see Grace's back view as she headed for the bathroom. Looking at her back view she could so easily have been Greg. Her figure was really boyish from behind, and I might have been hard-pressed to tell them apart if I was pushed. It may surprise you to learn that although I was (and am) gay through and through, I couldn't wait until she returned so that I could see the front view, and when she came out of the toilet what a glorious sight met my eyes.
She had lovely pointy breasts, still only partly developed, and a similar-sized pubic triangle to her brother. She looked just like a young goddess. I can't say that I fancied her, but I certainly admired her and what's more she caught me in the act. "Put your tongue back in your mouth, Adam Baker, and give a girl a little privacy."
"Privacy!" I said in reply, "and who was it who climbed into my bed naked last night?"
"OK, OK, point taken." Grace said as she climbed back into bed, "But I just couldn't stand being alone after yesterday afternoon, and I've always gone to Greg in the past when I needed to be close to someone I could trust, so it just seemed logical to come into your room. After all, you're my brother too now. There wasn't room next to Greg, and it wasn't until I snuggled up to you that I realized it might seem a bit odd, me being naked, but you were lovely and soft and warm, and I just felt ... well ... comfortable with you - in every sense of the word."
"When you two have quite finished discussing the niceties of the situation, maybe you'll let a guy sleep in peace," Greg complained. With one of us either side of him Greg didn't stand much of a chance when we both started tickling him, and with the weakness of his bladder muscle it was only seconds before he was out of bed and dashing to the toilet.
Grace and I were hooting with laughter as we heard his pee hitting the water and gravitated together in the middle of the bed. It was only as we hugged that I realized I was hard. I realised it was too late when I tried to pull away and Grace said, "Oh, don't worry about a little thing like that. I've felt Greg hard loads of times."
"Hey," I said, giving in to her hug, "It's not actually that little, you cheeky madam!"
"Yes, but it's not as big as Jackie's," she said. (You may remember Jackie is Jackie Maple, my best [straight] friend).
"It's every bit as big as Jackie's, if you don't mind." I said, "And how do you know how big Jackie is?"
"I could ask you the same question," she countered.
"Shut up, you two," Greg said as he came back into the room, his cock at half-mast. "It's not what you've got it's the way that you use it, and let me tell you sister dear, that my boyfriend is adequately endowed and I have no complaints."
"Thank you Greg," I said, "but I might have hoped for a better word than `adequate'" I said.
"It's all you're getting," Greg said as he slipped in behind me and put his arm over me and grabbed the object in question. "Anyway, it's all mine and I like it the way it is," and he kissed my shoulder in just the same way as his sister had the previous night.
"There is one way to resolve this," Grace said with a conniving grin.
"Which is?" I asked.
"Well, you've seen what I've got, but I haven't seen what you've got. So ... um ... let's see what you have to offer." She said seductively.
I don't think I've ever blushed so deeply or so quickly. She knew she had me, and I knew there was no point in arguing. "Come on, Adam, you know I'm right," she prompted.
"What's the matter, Adam, ashamed of what you've got?" Greg asked, gripping my cock harder.
"Just whose side are you on?" I asked him in a hurt voice.
"Yours, of course," he said quickly, "but you've got nothing to be ashamed of, so why don't you show her?"
"I've never been naked in front of a girl before." I said.
"I should hope not!" Greg said, dragging me out of bed. I did my best to hang on to the duvet but before I knew it I was standing naked and erect for Grace's examination.
"V-e-r-y n-i-c-e!" Grace said, appraising what she saw, "very nice indeed." I was mortified and could only look down at my feet.
"OK, enough's enough," Greg said, "now bugger off back to your own bedroom, sister dear. I have plans for this," Greg said, grabbing my cock and squeezing it.
"EEEwwww, gross," Grace said as she pulled on the dressing gown that she must have brought with her the night before. "Seriously, boys, thanks for letting me be with you last night and Adam, I think you're gorgeous, and if you were straight I'd be first in the queue for you, but I have to say you make a fantastic brother." She added.
"Grace, you'll always be welcome in here, day or night if you need company or don't want to be alone." I said. She smiled and gave a little wave as she left.
"Now, brother Adam, lover Adam" Greg said as he took me in his arms, "now I want you all to myself for an hour or two." He used my cock to pull me down on top of him and I found that he was as hard as me as his cock rubbed against mine when we kissed. Greg's head disappeared below the duvet and two seconds later I felt his tongue digging into my navel (an innie, by the way) and I felt the first drop of precum escape from my cock. Greg was straight on to it and licked it away. I felt his lips close over my cock head and his tongue play over the pee slit, causing more precum and the first stirrings of `that' feeling deep in the roots of my balls.
Rather than leave things as they were I managed to scoot around underneath Greg without my cock ever leaving his mouth, and there before my eyes was one of the things I liked best about my boyfriend and my tongue snaked out to caress the tip of it. Such was the intensity of the effect that had on Greg that he bit down on me, not hard but he bit nonetheless. What's so strange about that is that I liked it. I liked it a lot.
Greg was mortified and immediately pulled off me and began to apologize as he kissed my cock better. "Shut up, Greg and do that again," I said.
"What??" Greg asked, startled.
"Do it again, Greg, I liked it." I asked, my breath shaking in anticipation.
Greg placed his mouth over my cock and gently bit down on my cock.
"Harder please, Greg." I said. Greg bit down harder until I told him to stop. "OK, now move up and down please, lover." I said as I took his cock back in my mouth. Whilst I didn't do the same for him, I wasn't as careful as I had been in the past and I know he could feel my teeth scraping slightly up and down his cock, and I could hear and feel him as he moaned, causing vibrations against my own cock. I shuddered as his teeth caught in my corona and he made as if to pull off me, but I grabbed his head and pulled him back down. I knew I wouldn't last much longer and judging by the noises Greg was making he was as far on as me.
Greg stopped his up and down movement but kept his teeth biting down as he flicked his tongue back and forth over my pee slit, I realized I could hold on no longer and shot my load into his mouth. It certainly surprised Greg and caused him to bite down again on my cock, which caused me to shoot even more into his waiting mouth, and all this time I continued to work on him, and as I shot my final spurt into his mouth so he returned the favour and filled my own mouth with his mildly sweet-tasting offering, then collapsed on top of me.
I have no idea why, but it struck me as highly amusing and I began to laugh. Not gently, but great belly laughs, causing Greg to move up and down on top of me, and when Greg began laughing too it made matters even worse. Great guffaws were escaping both of us which must have been heard in the kitchen because there was a gentle tap on the bedroom door and Grace wandered into the room catching us both stark naked in the `69' position.
"Well, I don't have to ask what you two have been up to, but why the laughter?" she asked.
I was still totally helpless, but Greg managed to ask, "And who says that sex can't be fun?" as he slid off me, swivelling round until his head was beside mine on the pillow.
Grace smiled and said, "You two look so good together, and I meant what I said earlier, Adam, I really would be first in line if you were straight."
"Not a chance," I said, my powers of speech having returned, "Now get out of here before I start getting hard again and give your brother a return match."
"No, no," pleaded Greg. "No more yet, please. I'm just a little bit sore down below.
"Not half as sore as I am," I mumbled.
"Well, you asked for it." Greg said as he kissed me gently on the cheek.
"Yea, I know, but it was very special." I replied.
I'd forgotten Grace was still in the room until she said, "You haven't got time for all that anyway. Mum ... ... I mean Aunt Carrie says breakfast is ready."
Now breakfast is a magic work to two randy teenagers so we were out of bed in a flash and had pulled on the bare necessity in the way of clothing to make ourselves decent, and made our way to the kitchen.
We were halfway through the mountain of toast, eggs and sausages when the telephone rang. Mum went into the hall to answer it and called me to the phone saying that it was Dan.
"Hi Dan," I said as I took the receiver from Mum.
"I'm in love," came the excited response.
"What!!" I exclaimed.
"Adam, I've met the most wonderful boy. His name is George and I love him to bits." "Slow down Dan," I said. "Who is he? When did you meet him?"
"He's absolutely fantastic, Adam. He's a bit older than me.Sandy has broken his arm so he employed George to help with running the B&B. He's really gorgeous and he's so gentle, Adam, you wouldn't believe it. Anyway, why I'm ringing is that Sandy should be OK in a few weeks time and I was wondering if George could come with me when I visit at Easter."
"Of course you can bring him," I said. I'll speak to Mum and Dad but I'm sure they'll agree."
"Thanks, Adam. I promise I'll share him with you, Byee!!"
"What??? I asked as the dialling tone purred in my ear." I put the phone down and went back into the kitchen.
"What did Dan want?" Greg asked.
"He wanted to know if he could bring a friend when he comes to visit at Easter. I said he could, but if that's not OK with you, my dear parents, I can always phone him back."
"Ah, well," Dad began, "I was going to speak to you about Easter. Mum and I were thinking about going away and leaving you to your own devices, I think you can just about be trusted not to wreck the house, and I suppose if he's Dan's friend it'll be OK."
"Where are you thinking of going?" I asked as my mind raced ahead to Easter and us guys left alone.
"Well, I enjoyed myself so much while we were away, and Mum's never met Sandy, so we thought we might go and stay with him for about ten days."
"You wouldn't leave me alone in the house with four boys would you Uncle Peter?" Grace asked.
"Well, I think you'd be safe enough, Grace, after all they're all ... um ... well, I assume Dan's friend is ... um ..."
"What is wrong with you, Dad? The word is `gay'. You won't upset us by saying it." I chided him.
"No, of course not." Dad said. "Did you mean that Grace? You wouldn't want to stay with the boys?"
"Of course I wouldn't mind staying with them," Grace said, "But I got on so well with Lizzie and Cassie at Sandy's, and they did invite me back to visit them. Oh, don't worry, I'm not gay too. I'd only be visiting them as friends. If I can bum a lift there and back you won't know I'm there. I'll keep well out of your way."
"Grace, of course we'll take you with us," Mum said, "And you don't have to worry about keeping out of our way, you're part of our family now."
"Fantastic," Grace said as she left to go up to her room, "Thanks a million."
"Wow," I thought to myself, "it looks as though Easter might be full of April Antics".
Exactly what happened will be revealed in next month's chapter named, logically, "April Antics".
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