I suppose it was inevitable, two identical twins growing up in a rural community, with two older sisters, and mum and dad. Our sisters treated us like real life dolls, pushing us around in a pram and dressing us in baby girls outfits. Mum and dad just thought it funny. We had a three bedroom farmhouse, so mum and dad had the main bedroom, our sisters the next one while Rob and I had a tiny room, where a double bed took up most of the space. From toddlers, mum or dad would read us bedtime stories and we would sleep huddled together for warmth. We saw very few other people, the postman twice a week, and the occasional relative would pop by, always saying, "My, haven't you grown". Well, we wouldn't have shrunk! Obviously, we had a bus pick us up every day for the five mile journey to school.
Rob and I were alike in every way, dressed the same, same interests, same everything. At school we achieved the same academic qualifications. We hit puberty late, and before we could masturbate properly, one of the few things I was too shy about to do in front of my brother. Piss, poo, shower together fine, wanking was out of bounds.
We went to an all boys school, so other than our overbearing sisters, we had no contact with females. Most would see this as catastrophic, but to us it was a blessing, as we found girls silly and stupid (apart from mum).
We had a party for our 18th. Nothing lavish. A few school friends and some relatives. We were allowed to drink cider. After two pints we were giggling, We went down the end of the garden and pissed together, in hoots of laughter. Cake was cut, dad insisted on embarrassing us by saying a few words, like a best man at a wedding, and made it worse by showing old pictures of us on a screen. Another pint, and the next time we went to the bottom of the garden was to vomit. Mum sent us to bed. Next morning we had our first, of many, hangovers, so we stayed in bed till lunchtime, only getting up to use the bathroom. By the afternoon, we had staged a recovery of sorts, and then it happened. Rob kissed me, a proper kiss. I was flummoxed and startled, "What the fuck did you do that for?" He didn't answer, he just did it again. This time I responded and our mouths opened. We had mutual masturbation and came more than usual. It was to be the start of a gradual escalation in sexual behaviour between us.
Weeks of kissing and wanking, with either of us taking the lead led to us tasting our cum. Then Rob suggested I fire my cum straight into his mouth, slightly disgusting, I thought, but did it anyway. Then he did it to me. We had found a new and exciting game. and would do it at every opportunity, as quiet as possible if the parents were around. Soon, instead of shooting into Rob's mouth, he put his mouth over my knob and sucked me. The sensation was amazing and I shot my load. I happily reciprocated. We had gone from mutual masturbation to mutual blow jobs in a matter of weeks. Then one time, when our parents were out shopping, Rob went one better. Whilst giving me a blow job, he licked a finger and inserted it into my backside. He felt a lump and I exploded. We found that by using shower gel or something similar, fingers slipped in easier. Finger fucking and blow jobs became the order of the day, best done when we were alone so we could make as much noise as we wanted.
One thing led to another and I found that with small fingers, I could get two or three fingers into Rob, It made him squeal a bit, I thought it was funny, until he did it to me.
There was a giant leap when we went camping in the local hills. We had cooked and had some cider, (now our drink of choice). We lay under the stars. It was a warm night and we were in our underwear. Rob leaned over and kissed me, underwear came off, kissing led to wanking and blow jobs. Rob fished the shower gel out of the bag and he finger fucked me. I nearly came, something in my head stopped me. He rolled me onto my tummy and pulled my hips up. I knew what was about to happen, and wanted it oh, so badly. I felt his penis on my hole. He pushed and I pushed backwards. He entered me. Fucking hell it hurt, that wasn't about to stop us. Instinctively he knew what to do and started pumping. I grabbed my dick and jerked. He came with a mighty roar. My cum soaked into the grass. We kissed and cuddled under the stars until our erections returned. It was my turn to take his virginity. I did it exactly the same as he had, filling his insides while he came on the grass. Over the weekend we had sex so many times, both of us taking it and trying different positions. Our dilemma now was whether to tell the parents.
