Meeting My Twin
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Ed.P.
Incest.
I don't know why I fell for him, but I did – it was the end of my time at university, and there was a big party for the end of the year. I had a small mostly tight-knit friendship circle, but this was very much an `everybody's welcome' party and most people there was strangers...but then there was this one guy.
I spotted him across the room, and from then on could barely take my eyes off him. I noticed that he was looking at me, this made me force myself to look away – I didn't want him getting pissed off with this stranger staring at him.
Suddenly he was next to me.
"Hey there, I saw you looking over at me."
Oh fuck – he'd come over. Homophobia isn't really a thing round here, but I was still scared how he'd react.
"Yeah – I thought you were somebody else. Sorry."
"No problem. Easy mistake to make – want a drink?"
Well at least I wasn't going to get gay-bashed. We went to get drinks, and soon were sitting outside chatting. He was a year behind me, but we were the same age...he'd taken a gap year. The problem was that I still found it difficult not to stare – conventionally speaking he was good-looking, but not in a way that should make everybody stare...but he was having some effect on me. This started to make conversation odd. Eventually Sophie, one of my flat-mates, came over, apparently they were all leaving and wanted me to join them.
"Hey – don't let me stop you. We could meet for coffee if you want."
We swapped numbers and I left. I felt very weird about the whole experience. As we went home Sophie started to interrogate me. She said we looked very alike, and would make a cute couple. I tried to deflect, but as she spent most of our time together trying to find me a husband it was difficult.
That night as I lay in bed I couldn't get Phil, that was his name, out of my mind. I also noticed that thinking about him got me more and more aroused. Soon I was wanking off thinking about him, then drifted to sleep dreaming about him.
The next morning I was up late, and had to dash to reach a lecture on time. I'd forgotten to bring a pen, and was rifling through my pockets to find one when I found a scrap of paper with a mobile number on it – it was Phil's. That got me hard instantly, I could barely concentrate on the class.
As soon as it was over I sent a message:
"Hey Phil, TJ here we met last night. U want a coffee sometime?"
It was then I realised that I'd just texted a random number – what's to say he'd given me the right one. A classic trick to get rid of somebody you don't like. No reply. After staring at my mobile for ages I gave up.
That evening my flat-mates could see that I was fretting and gave me a gentle bit of mocking for it. But once I was alone there was a gentle tap at the door – it was Josh, one of them. He was closest to me. He was sort-of entirely straight – that is, he only fancied women, but was a sex monster and could never get enough. As I was almost a total slut we worked well together.
"Hey TJ – everything ok?"
"Yeah sure Josh – thanks for asking."
"Yeah, that's bollocks – you're wound up, I can spot it a mile-off with you."
We chatted – about Phil – well I was still calling him Phil, but even the name could be fake. He tried to lighten the mood with a few of his own stories – his troubles with the three girls he tried to keep going whilst not knowing about each other; his mistakes in labs this morning. Eventually he was about to go when I saw a familiar glint in his eye.
"You relaxed now?"
"Yeah – thanks for the chat."
He could tell from my tone-of-voice that I was lying.
"That sounds like the sort of TJ mood that can only be sorted by one thing."
"What you mean?"
"I'm going to fuck you – that always relaxes you. And while I'm going to enjoy it too, it's mostly because you're my mate."
I couldn't disagree – he knew me well. It was far from the first fuck we'd had, most of them had been when he was drunk, or when he hadn't found a girl for a couple of weeks – but we both knew the routine. We stripped, there was nothing romantic, and he didn't reciprocate...but that was fine by me.
I knelt and sucked his cock – he was hard almost instantly. Then I leapt onto the bed on all fours and he took me doggy style. He fucked like a machine; first stroke went right in to the hilt – then he held me there letting me get used to him. Then he worked up the pace – soon he was pounding me good and hard. I loved it, soon my head was swimming with the pleasure. He was a damned fine fucker, and the woman he eventually settled down with would be one lucky lady. He also had stamina like nobody I'd ever met – he fucked me solidly for half an hour, full-pace; before collapsing on me as he unloaded inside me. He pulled out and let me suck him clean, and this time actually gave my cock a few strokes – it only took about three or four before I was shooting too.
"Thanks Josh, I needed that."
"I could tell – that's why I gave it to you. Sleep well."
With that, he picked up the shorts and t-shirt he'd be wearing and walked out – still naked...that's how our flat worked.
I went to sleep, and despite Josh's fucking – still dreamt of Phil.
The next day I grabbed my mobile to check the time and saw the text message. Phil had replied, and by the time listed probably while I was getting fucked – clearly I'd been too absorbed by it to hear.
"Hey – soz, left my fone behind. Got it back now. Coffee gr8. Tues 4pm?"
I replied immediately.
"Perfect."
So it wasn't a fake, or at least if it was he going to try and play me along a bit. But I was there at the coffee shop at 3.30 at the latest; then hid round the corner so I wouldn't seem to be overly eager. I was so nervous – I should have got Josh to fuck me again to calm me down.
Phil arrived precisely on-time, we got drink and sat chatting. Somehow things were easier this time – conversation flowed. Our study, what I was planning to do next, our families. Suddenly Phil seemed to notice the time; then he laid his hand on mine.
"Sorry, I've got to dash, need to get some books back to the library."
"No probs. Actually I'm going that direction if you don't mind company walking." As soon as I said that, I thought – stupid, if he wants to run away let him...but Phil was totally chilled.
"Cool – company's always good. You busy there?"
"Not too much – just need to grab a book for an essay."
"Ok – want to eat after?"
I'd already agreed to eat with Sophie – she wanted to practice cooking something to try out on her latest man...but I knew she'd understand.
"Sure – great."
I texted Josh begging him to take over with Sophie for me, promising him some arse to seal the deal.
I met Phil again once we'd both done what we needed to.
"Where you want to go to eat?"
"My place isn't far – I'm not professional standard, but can cook if you don't mind pretty simple."
WOW – not only was he inviting me to eat, but to eat at his place.
He was a magnificent cook, I was seriously impressed, and told him so.
"No problem at all – it's no fun cooking for one person."
He reached over and tapped my knee – my whole body shuddered from his touch. I told him I needed the loo, and pretty much dashed out of there. I stood looking at myself in the mirror – why was this to hard? I'd been with loads of guys, why couldn't I be my usual confident calm self?
Eventually I forced myself to calm down, and walk back through. Phil was there clearing the dishes.
"Coffee?"
"Great – black here."
I don't know why, but I stayed standing. I was right next to the fridge, and as he took milk in his he had to come over. He stood for a moment just gazing into my eyes – whilst I returned the favour. Then he broke it off and finished making coffee. As he passed me mine; however, it started again. Then he reached towards me, and before we knew what we were doing our mouths were locked in a kiss.
Coffee was rapidly discarded as we explored each other's mouth. His tongue penetrated my mouth, my arms slid round his body pulling him into me. We pretty much ripped the clothes of each other as he pulled me through to his bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed, and shot onto my cock – what a pro. He swallowed me whole, then worked his way up and down – licking, sucking, kissing. Then worked my balls, more of the same. Back onto my cock; The working down between my legs – rimmed my hole out. The whole time I was moaning in pleasure.
I wanted a turn though, and rolled him over. His cock was uncut, 8 inches, thick, and the hottest slab of meat I'd seen in ages. His balls had that perfect taste of saltiness from spending the day locked away in boxers. His arse tasted of pure manliness. I worked the whole arse hard – he was paralysed by it, I knew I was good but his reaction was perfect.
Then I went back up to his mouth – we wanked each other gently as we kissed. I moved onto his neck, kissing whilst he squirmed under my attentions. Then licked out his pits – chewed on his nipples. We had a brief wrestle as he tried to do them same to me. Then he went back to my arse and rimmed me some more – this time I knew it was with a purpose, this was the sort of rimming designed to be followed by fucking...and soon enough I felt his cockhead pushed at my arse.
His man-meat slid into me slowing, it felt hot as hell. I was in pure heaven. Then he started to bang my arse. After a while he flipped me over onto my back, and fucked my facing – he wanked my cock and played with my tits at the same time as filling my arse with his cock. Then he bent over and we kissed with him deep inside me.
We went three times in a row – each time he fucked me, and sucked me off. Then finally we were exhausted and collapsed on the bed, falling asleep in each other's arms.
The rest of the term we were inseparable. Apart from classes we were near each other. He fucked me at least twice per night, and got me off as well – he was a total top for fucking, and I was pretty much a total bottom so that worked well. We'd also eat together, study together.
My application to do a Masters degree went through, and so we arranged a place together whilst he finished his under-grad.
There were floods of tears as we separated for the end of the academic year. We were both going home for a week, but then he was going to come and visit me...my Dad was going away, and as he'd raised me since divorcing my Mum (who was entirely off the scene) we'd be free to have some fun.
The week apart seemed like an age – we'd text multiple time per day, chat on-line – wank off watching each other on cam. Then the reunion came.
I drove Dad to the airport, it was only about half an hour away. Hugged him goodbye, and as I did so, I don't know why, but he looked just like Phil...only twenty-odd years older. Then I went and picked Phil up from the railway station; we hugged and kissed briefly – trying not to cause a scene. But the moment we were back inside, he was on his knees digging out my cock to suck me dry. After a quick shag – he sucked me, I sucked him, he fucked me, then finished me off sucking. We lay back on the sofa, arms wrapped around each other.
Suddenly Phil noticed something and jumped up.
"What's that?"
"That? Just an old family photo." It was the only picture of Mum that we had in the house – her with Dad standing behind beaming, and with little me a few hours old in her arms.
Phil just stared at it.
"What's up?"
"There's one just like that at home. I mean, just like that. Really weird."
I thought he was over-reacting and went through to the kitchen to get us both drinks.
The rest of the day was sex, sex, and more sex. I thought Phil already knew every single inch of my body – but somehow he managed to find some new places. I worked him over too – there wasn't a single spot which hadn't been kissed and licked by me. We slept on my bed, entangled in each other; it was a warm night and we didn't bother with a cover. We also hadn't bothered to close the door – it was just the two of us there after all.
We didn't hear my Dad arriving back.
His company had suddenly been landed in a crisis, and as a senior executive he was summoned back to take command. He'd texted me, but my mobile was downstairs and the noise the Phil and me made fucking would drown out anything short of open war.
"TJ?"
He stood at the door and peered into my room. He knew I was gay, and had been totally supportive of me when I came out; but he wouldn't really want to see me enwrapped in my lover. I noticed him, and had one of those moments where you wake up totally immediately.
"Fuck! Dad! Sorry."
I grabbed the duvet and pulled it over the two of us. Dad just laughed.
"Might want to learn some discretion."
Phil was coming round.
"Dad, this is Phil. Phil, my Dad's back."
Phil turned round, and as Dad saw him the colour drained from him face.
"What's up Dad? Sorry I had a guy over, I thought you would be cool...and thought you were away."
Dad just walked off, stumbling downstairs.
I started to pull some clothes on quickly, I needed to go and see what was up.
"Wait here till I know what's going on."
"No – you're my man, I'm not letting you face this alone."
Phil grabbed some of my clothes, his bag was still downstairs. We went down, Phil held my hand to provide me with some support.
Dad was sitting there on the sofa; his head hanging down; the photo of him, Mum, and me in his hands. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.
"Dad?" I said tentatively. "Is everything ok?"
"TJ, we need to talk." Phil started to back away. "No, I think you need to hear this too."
We were both bemused, but sat down. Phil's hand rested on my knee.
"There's something you don't know about yourself TJ. This picture isn't you."
I was shocked.
"What?"
"It's your twin brother. You were in an emergency care at the time. We thought you weren't going to make it. You pulled through though, the nurses called you a miracle."
"Twin?"
"Yes – your Mum was pregnant with twins. It was too much for her though. I worked hard to get money in, but wasn't around enough for her. She found another guy. My company's very traditional in its outlook, they wouldn't like a nasty divorce with one of their new prospects. She made me a deal, keep you and don't make a fuss. She took your brother. I didn't know what to do – my lawyer told me that if I fought it, then I'd probably end up losing both sons and having to pay. My boss made it clear that any publicity, or anything and I'd probably lose my job too. She had me over barrel. I'm so sorry TJ. There isn't a single day when I don't regret it – the only thing I don't regret is you, you're my whole life."
It took me a while to take all of this in, but eventually I asked.
"Why are you telling me this now?"
Dad stared at Phil.
"I think that this is you." He pointed to the picture.
All three of us just looked shocked. We checked as many details as we could – they all matched perfectly. Phil's Mum had the same name and history as mine, she was divorced and raised him as her only son; he was born the same day as I was. I felt sick. Eventually Dad took control of things.
"Look guys – it seems like you're both my sons. TJ, you know I love you totally. Phil, I haven't seen you in ages, and I desperately want to make this up to you."
We all stood and hugged – this was when I noticed that I was getting hard again...it really hit me now. I'd been fucked by my brother, he'd become my boy-friend.
Dad's mobile went – it was his work, he had to go in and see to things immediately. There was some real emergency going on there.
Phil and I just sat looking at each other.
"What does this mean?" He asked.
"We're twin brothers."
"Guess this screws things up."
"Yeah, guess so."
Finally, we decided we needed to go to bed, Phil took the guest room now. I found I couldn't get to sleep...then there was a tap on the door. Dad was back. He came in and sat on my bed.
"I need to be back at work at 8, but I couldn't come in without checking you're ok."
"I don't know Dad. I just don't know. All I know at the moment is that you still love me – that's going to be enough...but it's not going to be easy."
"Yeah – not an easy thing to learn. Guess you'd become very close without knowing." I suddenly realised that this was the bed than Phil and fucked me in.
"Dad?"
"Yes TJ?"
"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?"
It was just like when I was a boy – needing my Dad's strong arms around me.
"Of course you can."
Eventually, comforted by his presence, I managed to fall asleep. The next morning he slipped out without waking me. He left a note for me.
"TJ, I can't begin to imagine what's going through your head at the moment, and it's killing me that I can't be with you at the moment. I'll be home as soon as I can. Tell Phil that he's welcome to stay as long as he wants to try to figure things out – but if he needs to get home, I understand that. "Whatever else happens, I love you and always will do, "Dad."
I went and had a shower, then dressed and went downstairs, I was about to make some breakfast when I noticed clothes strewn all over. I started to remember yesterday; this is where I'd kissed my twin-brother, we'd ripped off each other's clothes, and fucked. I felt a bit queasy; but started to tidy up; soon my clothes were back in my room and Phil's were in a pile.
I was just making coffee when Phil arrived. He looked terrible, his cheeks showed that he'd cried. Part of me wanted to hug him; but then part of me remembered that last time we hugged, it wasn't two brothers comforting each other.
During breakfast we both avoided catching each other's eye. When Phil was about to leave, I told him what Dad had said in his note.
"Yeah, he left one for me too – pushed it under the door. I don't know who to talk to, what to think...I don't know anything." Then he ran from the room.
I cleared the kitchen, then went up to my room – I took the picture of Mum, Dad, and Phil with me. I lay on the bed cuddling it.
Then I heard some shouting from the guest room – I crept out of my room, it was clear that Phil was on the `phone and was shouting. Then I heard a loud noise, I went to the door and tried to listen to what was going on. Then the door opened, Phil looked even worse than he did at breakfast – his eyes were moist. My heart entirely melted, and without even thinking about it I hugged him. He cried onto my shoulder for a while, when he had calmed down he explained.
"I called Mum, she was just a total bitch. Told me off for being here, even though I didn't know I was coming here; she said your Dad...my Dad I guess, was a total bastard. Wouldn't answer whether I have a brother. I got upset and started to shout at her – then threw my mobile across the room."
"Yeah – that's not good, must be terrible for you."
"Not just me – you've had much of the same...just with your Dad, not my Mum."
"She's my Mum too."
"If you can avoid that, then you should. Your Dad's great, I hope I haven't screwed things up with him too much."
"Screwed up how?"
"By fucking my brother."
"Dad's cool on that – he gets what happened. Give him a try, he's the best Dad you could want really."
Most of the rest of the day was spent in silence. Later Phil spoke to his younger half-sister; she told him he had to come home – Mum was calming down, but he had to support her through this. It made no sense to me, she'd caused this why would he have to be the one to support...but anyway, he fell for it and went home.
Dad came home late, he looked exhausted from work – there was a real danger of the scandal at work getting into the media. He told me a bit about it, it wasn't his fault at all – a senior manager and a bunch of cronies. The company would be fine, but bad news could cause real trouble. He was very quick to change the subject – I told him what had happened, he was sad to lose Phil so quickly, but could also see why he'd gone.
"What about you? You just seem to have tried to look after Phil. I guess it's difficult for you to trust me after I kept this secret from you so long...but if you want to talk about your feelings."
"I'm just pretty numb at the moment. I get why you did what you did, it doesn't feel right or anything, but I see why. And you're all I've got, Dad." I went and sat next to him on the sofa – he put his arm around me, he felt to warm and strong.
"Sorry TJ, but I think I need to hit the sack. It's going to be another long day. You think you'll be ok in your own room tonight?"
The look on my face gave it away... "You want to come into mine again?"
I didn't answer, just followed him. I wasn't as off-the-planet as last night, and this time I noticed Dad. He didn't have a bad body at all – he worked out frequently, and ate very well. Still had clear pecs, with a nice manly fuzz of chest-hair on them; pretty flat stomach, with a few remains of a six-pack. His arms were the best though, very strong and defined muscles there. Then he bent over to pick something up – he was just in his tight boxer-briefs now, and I saw his arse, one of the most perfect arses I've ever seen. I cuddled up to him in bed, and slowly fell asleep. That night I dreamt about Phil – what a great fuck he was, what great fun he was...and then about Dad too.
The house felt so empty the next day. I was alone, and felt more alone than ever before. I tried to watch the crap on day-time TV, but had no idea what was going on. I finally gave in sent Phil a text "U ok?"
"Free to talk?"
"Sure"
We spoke – things were bad there. She'd told him loads of stuff about Dad which I knew were lies, Phil had already guessed they were too. Refused to acknowledge me to him. Told him never to have anything to do with either of us again. I could tell he was on the verge of tears. He couldn't stay there, he was planning to pack his stuff and leave that evening – the house would be empty apart from him. I told him he was welcome back with us...he didn't reply.
Once he was off the `phone I send Dad a text explaining. He immediately offered to pay for a taxi if Phil wanted to come over – it was about 150 miles away, but he knew how to step up to the plate at times. I let Phil know.
It was in the early hours of the morning when Phil arrived. The offer of the taxi had convinced him that he was welcome. Dad had crashed into bed already, but I waited up. We got his bags into the guest room and Phil hugged me, it seemed like he was holding on for dear life itself. I just murmured in his ear that he was safe now, and not to worry. After what seemed like an age we pulled apart, I looked into his eyes...deep down I saw the Phil I'd got to know – the same mixture of love and lust was there as at university. I don't know what came over me, but I started to kiss him.
He kissed back, we fell onto the bed lips locked into each other – tongues battling. Phil was on top of me, and I could feel that he was hard. In the end we were both too tired for sex – but we were both horny as hell for each other. We slept together.
The next morning I woke first, Phil was wrapped around me; I couldn't get up without waking him. I gently tried to ease myself out from under him. He went into a semi-doze, and I could feel his cock hardening. I reached round and stroked it a few times. Then I spit onto my hand to make some lube. Not really conscious, he started to push at my arse. I pushed back onto him.
As he woke he was penetrating me – this brought the old Phil back to life. Soon he was fucking me hard and rough – just how I liked it. He made me cum just from the fucking, and then once he had shot inside me we both realised what we'd done.
"Sorry TJ, I didn't mean..."
"No Phil, it was my fault."
We looked at each other, eventually I broke the silence.
"I don't know about you Phil, but I still feel the same as ever...well, not quite, I love you more than ever. But I can't help it, I still want you as my boy-friend."
"Yeah, me too TJ. I just can't get you out of my mind."
We showered together, just like we had done at university. We spent the day chilling and chatting – somehow a cloud seemed to have been lifted. We knew we had to keep this from Dad, so the plan was to wait till he was asleep them meet up in Phil's room or mine and spent the night together.
Dinner was better than we could have hoped. Dad was so happy to have Phil back, and wanted to do right by him; he encouraged the two of us to get close – just like brothers should be. Little did he know.
He went to bed soon after eating – he looked drained by work. We gave him a while, and then listened at his door to check he was asleep. Then we went to Phil's room. Kissing for ages, then Phil was sitting back while I sucked him off...neither of us noticed Dad appear at the door, somehow we'd forgotten to close it properly. Phil finally spotted him and leapt.
"Fuck Dad. Sorry – this isn't what you think."
I could deny anything I wanted to – but he'd just caught me with my twin-brother's cock in my mouth, whilst I was naked and hard as a rock.
"You guys seem to be a little mixed up about things."
I looked over – I couldn't help but notice him again. He was just wearing pyjama bottoms – that hot chest of his, those strong arms. Then I looked down, the pyjamas were pretty baggy, but it looked like something was going on down there.
"How long were you there Dad?"
"Long enough."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
I went over to him; he was clearly part hard. I was so horny now, the two hottest guys in the world were near me – one was naked and fully hard, the other semi-naked and seemed to be semi-hard. I reached out at touched Dad's cock – yes indeed, it was pretty hard.
"What are you doing?"
"Do you like that Dad?"
His cock twitched. I looked into his eyes, there was the same mix of lust and love I'd seen in Phil's. I looked over to Phil – he could see something was going on, but wasn't sure what. He was hard as ever though. I decided to be bold, one hand slipped inside the pyjamas, and the other pulled his head close to mine. We kissed.
Then I dropped to my knees, and pulled his pyjamas down – he was hard as a rock now. I took his cock into my mouth. Before I knew what was happening, Phil was next to me. We fought playfully over Dad's cock and balls – both wanting to suck him off. Dad didn't say anything, he was clearly fighting something within himself.
Then I stood up.
"Dad, I want you to fuck me. Make me yours totally."
He followed me over to the bed. I got on all fours, and Dad was onto my arse before I knew it – he rimmed me out well and good and deep. As he did this Phil kept sucking his cock, getting it ready for the fuck. Then he plunged himself deep inside me. Once he was right inside, he held me tightly and whispered in my ear.
"I love you so much TJ."
Then he started to fuck me. Phil came around and I sucked him off, the two of them kissing above me. They both shot their loads at the same time, Dad up my arse and Phil down my throat. Then they turned me over and the two of them sucked me off between them. Sharing my load between them. The three of lay down together in post coital bliss. Whatever had gone before, we all knew this was how things were going to be from now on.