My brother John and myself were brought up in Bournemouth, on the South coast of the UK. We have always been naturally close, and shared the same bedroom, even though there was a spare. We used to watch each other wank. This went on for years. We had always kissed goodnight, but through our teens, the kissing became more intimate. We couldn't wait to hit 18, because we knew we wanted more. Our birthday came, and Mum and Dad took us out for a meal and our first legal alcohol. Back home, we feigned tiredness, and went to bed.
This time the kissing was even more passionate, and soon our identical hard dicks were rubbing together. Almost without touching, cum spewed out of us. For some reason, I moved down the bed and licked his cock clean, so he did the same to me. on the Friday night, the parents went to the movies, so we knew we had a few hours to ourselves. kissing and cuddling, we moved into a sixty-nine position, unchartered territory at the time. John took the lead and pushed a finger in me. It felt great, so I pushed back in time to his movements. He was rubbing something inside my bum, and I came without touching myself. We didn't want it to end there, so we kissed some more until I became aroused again. He told me to lie on my tummy, and he kissed his way down my spine. When he got to my ass, he parted my cheeks and licked my bum hole, making me writhe. Then he pushed two fingers in and played with my prostate. "Fuck me", I urged. Positioning himself above me, I felt his penis on my ring. I closed my eyes, bit the pillow, and tried to relax. The pain was awful, but he couldn't see my tears, and he began humping. It soon felt like the most natural thing in the world. Being our first time, he didn't last long, and I received my first man juice. We changed around and I did it to him, lasting longer as I'd already cum. We fell asleep in a happy, sticky mess. We fucked several times a week after that, or Tossing each other or fellating whenever we had the opportunity. We became much better, trying different positions. Doggy did it for me, John likes to be on his back. We could stop, go back to cuddling, and restart. We watched porn vids, and tried to recreate the scene. We were young enough to cum at least twice a night. I never knew if the parents knew, or cared.
We had always been good at singing, and from a young age, put on little performances for family and friends, who rewarded us with sweets or pocket money. When karaoke came along, we were the first on the mic. We went on some reality shows and did quite well, and hoped, one day, to make a career from it.
We saw an advert in the musical press for entertainers on a new cruise ship base in Southampton. We applied, with a video, and went for an audition in London. After a couple of weeks, we received the letter we hoped for. We chucked our jobs, and for the next three months, we worked on our act, with the help of the Musical Director.
The first cruise was to Tenerife, in the Canaries, stopping at various places in both directions. All very exciting. We played to mostly middle-aged couples and elderly passengers. Most of the other entertainers were new, so it was a baptism for all of us. The schedule gave us plenty of down time to work on new material and meet the crew. We shared a cabin, and needless to say, shagged a lot. It was quite obvious a few of the crew and fellow entertainers were gay, and looked forward to getting better acquainted.
Our next trip was up the North Sea, to Ostend, Amsterdam and Copenhagen. We were joined by a unicyclist and juggler called Pip. On stage, he wore a sequined leotard that left little to the imagination. After the show, we were relaxing with a drink in the crew's bar, when Pip sat between us. After a couple of beers, he put is hands on our thighs, kissed me and whispered that he'd never had twins before. I kissed him back, more passionately, while John stroked the growing bulge in the leotard. Other straight and gays were enjoying themselves in the busy bar, so Pip asked if we'd like to join him in his cabin. It was a small room, with a little bed, a chair, and a desk, covered with make-up. He locked the door and kissed, stripping us at the same time. I peeled his leotard off and his cock bounced up, hitting his belly. He wanted to watch John and I make out, and join in at some point. John and I kissed and stroked each other, only too happy to put on a private show. I sat on the bed, and John knelt and took me into his mouth. Pip got behind John, rimming him and making him groan. He used me for support when Pip pushed in. I don't think he'd had sex in a while, as he kept falling out and putting it back in, and had no rhythm. He lasted about two minutes, and stood up and apologized for being so useless, saying he hadn't fucked anyone in months, as he usually bottomed. This was John's invitation to turn the tables. We bent Pip over the table, sending make-up everywhere, and I guided John's tool in. He thrust hard, and deliberately pulled out every few seconds, so that I could add more saliva. After a while, we swapped, and I plowed him, and then swapped back and forth until Pip regained his hardness. We turned him around and wanked over his face, covering him in cum. He put his mess on the floor. We fucked him twice more during the trip.
