Identical Twins

My dad was a builder and renovator and owned his own business  and had done so for many years. My uncle Paul, his identical twin brother, had worked for him as long as can remember.

My parents had purchased and old house recently which needed a lot of renovation and because it was many miles from our old house I had to change schools. As it was the beginning of a new term coming up it was decided to move into the new house even before the renovations had started. My dad and uncle Paul were to carry out all of the work themselves which they estimated would take about three months or more. It was a very large and dilapidated house with several bedrooms, more than enough to accommodate everybody.

My parents, myself and uncle Paul duly moved in. It was no problem for uncle Paul to be away from home for that amount of time as he was unattached and had no family commitments. My mother, on the other hand , had her elderly parents living near our old house but they would be moving in with us as soon as the renovations were completed.

The house was so bad that there were only two habitable bedrooms, the others being damp and not fit to live in. It was decided that my parents would take one bedroom and uncle Paul and myself the other. My mother had decided that she was only going to spend a short time at the new house to make sure that all the renovation plans were to her satisfaction before moving back in with here parents.

In fact she only managed to stay for a week before leaving as she said couldn't stand living in a building site and would only return at weekends to see what progress was being made. After a week everybody was pleased to see her leave and not have to endure the constant nagging about the mess.

After she left things were a little quieter and progress was being made on the house. My mother had requested that certain rooms be finished first and the two bedrooms that we were occupying were to be left to last as they were at least habitable. I still had three weeks before my new term started so I was able to help out as much as I could.

We were going through a very hot period and we were all just wearing shorts. I was shocked at how my dad and uncle Paul looked so much alike, even their bodies looked the same. They were both well muscled from all of the manual work and smooth chested. They even had identical big, puffy nipples.

My uncle and I were sharing a double bed, and because of the heat we just lay on  top of the covers in our underwear. The first night after my mother left I woke up  in the middle of the night feeling a bit warm. I was aware that uncle Paul was laying close to me, his chest against my back. I was also aware of something poking me in the bum. I soon realised that his cock was hard and that was what I could feel. He was rocking ever so gently backwards and forwards, not enough to move me but enough for me to feel the pressure.

I lay there for some minutes not moving, my cock stirring in my briefs. I felt his hand, that was  on my waist slip to my stomach. He didn't  move his hand but kept it there motionless. Obviously he thought I was still asleep and didn't want to wake me. After what seemed like an eternity his hand started to creep upwards to my chest. His fingertips grazed my nipples which immediately hardened and it was all I could do to refrain from sighing.

He cupped my right tit in his large, rough hand and gently squeezed over and over again his fingers pinching my hardened nubs gently. His hand started to move lower and I new what was coming. I concentrated on keeping my breathing slow and even so that he didn't suspect that I was awake.

When his hand reached my stomach again I felt a slight pressure as he pulled me closer to him at the same time pushing his fully engorged cock firmly against my bum. His hand continued lower finally cupping my now hard cock. He stopped moving for a while thinking I was still asleep. His hand started gently moving up and down my cock through my briefs making me even harder. I felt his fingertips slip under my waistband and glide through my pubes to the base of my shaft. His hand slipped lower taking hold of my cock which was now wet with pre-cum. He held his hand still before starting to slowly jack me off.

It was all I could do to stop myself from moaning. I pretended to stir in my sleep and stretching turned onto my back and stretched my arms above my head. I still didn't give any indication that I was awake and kept my breathing at an even pace. His hand was still trapped inside my briefs and didn't move for ages, so it seemed but it was probably just a couple of minutes.

I could feel his hot breath against my chest and when I felt his tongue touch my nipple I couldn't take it any more. I wrapped my arm round the back of his neck and pulled his mouth onto my tit. He jumped realising I was awake and tried to pull his hand off of my cock. I was too quick for him and clamped my hand down on his and taking hold of it through the material began to masturbate myself with his hand.

He looked up quickly and met my gaze. Seeing my grin he stopped trying to take his hand from my cock continued to rub me harder. I increased the pressure on the back of his neck and he clamped his mouth over my ample nipple and started to suck. With my help to managed to slip my briefs off, my cock springing at attention and slapping against my stomach.

I pulled his head higher so that his face was level with mine and kissed him gently. He immediately pushed his tongue into my mouth and kissed me passionately. As we kissed I took hold of one of his nipples between my fingers and pulled and twisted. He was moaning and groaning but I didn't  give up . In one movement I released his nipple and swiftly slipped my hand down between his legs pulling at his boxers and dropping them to the floor. I was so aroused I started getting rough.

To be continued...............