Seduced by my own Twin Bro

Introduction:

The twin brothers, Owen and Eric Smith, grew up together. One day, Eric seduced Owen into a bit of bro fun. But the twins got a taste for more. They got caught having loud sex by their stepdad and stepbrother. But he seemed totally okay with it, unlike their mother.

Disclaimer:
This story is strictly fictional and contains male-on-male (gay) sexual content, both implied and explicit. 

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• If you are under 16 years of age, please exit this story now. 

All character names, implied situations, parties, or locations are strictly fictional. Any similarities with real people are unintentional and purely coincidental. This fictional story is the author's imagination and is not based on real-life events or people. The author does not endorse any products or parties named in this story.

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Seduced by my own Twin Bro - Part 2 of 2.

We thanked our stepdad for the warm man-to-man talk and for helping us to discover ourselves. Jackson Smith understood us a thousand times better than mom had ever done. He smacked our asses - hard - and he pushed us to our beds. "Night, guys... Check out TV channel 750 and beyond... The decoder code is 9934... Don't stay up too late, though... Sleep well..."
We crawled under the thin sheets. Jackson walked to us. Giving me a kiss on the lips and a nasty wink. He handed Owen the TV remote and wireless earbuds. Kissing him good night as well. "You guys... You don't know how happy this makes me... Have fun... Sleep well... I sure will..." said Jackson beaming from our bedroom door. Closing it firmly behind him. That was a bit odd. Because usually, all doors stayed open and unlocked.

Owen and I looked at each other with a mixture of surprise and horny pleasure. Yet, it took us a while to process what had just happened. Our stepdad and his twin brother, John, used to have sex as well. And Jackson actually expected us to experiment with each other? Stunned at all this news, we grinned dirty, like the horny teens we were.

Owen threw one of the earbuds at me. He remotely switched the TV on and set up a wireless sound stream. The channels our dad had told us about were of the erotic kind. Well, after flicking through the 9 or so adult channels, Owen settled on OUTtv. A gay lifestyle channel. We watched the porn for a moment. A few young dudes made out after riding a couple of their horses. They got caught by an older brother of one of them. And his butch friend. They had been out riding their quad bikes. The older guys wore the same jackets Owen and I owned. Looking just as cool but acting much tougher. When they found the younger guys, they spanked the horny naked teens. Then they roughly bound them over a couple of hay bales and fucked the crap out of them. The older guys tag-teamed the teens. Roughly and mercilessly using them as sex toys.

Okay, this was one of the hottest evenings that Owen and I had experienced together so far. And even though Owen was lying next to me on my queen-sized bed, he never made a move. We just stroked and stroked. Until I could not hold it back any longer. I announced, "Fuck... Oh... I am going to cum... Hand me a tissue... Quick..." But Owen just grinned dirtily. I lost the battle. Spraying stream after stream over my sweaty chest.
After I had lost my load, Owen straddled my legs. Wanking off in front of me. Time and time again, his wrist brushed up against my shaft. I didn't know if this was deliberate, but it felt nice. Owen quietly shot his load over my chest as well. I saw his piss slit open the split second before he unloaded his nuts on my stomach.

Owen grinned down at me. Taking a finger to mix our boy juices together. He used it to slick up my nipples. Playing with the moist skin around the areola for a while. Then he scooped up a thick glob with his index finger. Sticking the Jizz-covered knuckle in my mouth. With the instruction, "Taste it, Eric..." I stroked my tongue over the finger and licked our juices off. I had never tasted sperm before. I raised my eyebrows in wonderment, liking the taste of that shit. 

Owen smiled and scooped up some for himself. Grinning after he tasted it, "Not bad... I could get used to that!..."
"Ha... Fucker... Thought as much... But not tonight... Let's clean up... It's already past midnight... Set the alarm for 8, Owen... We need to do this again sometime... I'll let you take the lead, though... I am still not sure about this..."
"Why not, bro?..." whispered Owen.
"You are my brother..." I said nervously.
"Who better to learn with than me?... Don't you trust me, Eric?..." he replied.
"I do... But still..." I said shyly.
"No worries... Your call, bro... Your call..." sighed Owen.

"Maybe we need to talk about this with Alex?..." I sheepishly suggested as we came back from the shower.
"Or... We can just try it... If we don't like it, then we can get back to doing girls... You don't have to pick one side and stick with it... Look at Jackson... He seems happy with mom... Maybe we can have a three-way with Brianna, that sluty cheerleader from school... I hear she's up for that sort of thing..." said Owen hornily.
"Shit... Really?... She does have a huge pair of Latina tits... I heard she once did the entire football team..." Half under my breath, I muttered, "But I do like a big dick too... I wonder how big Alex is?..."
"Eric, he's huge... Alex's cock is longer than ours..." sighed Owen starting to masturbate once again.
"Oh shit... I forgot... You sucked him off already... I better catch up with you..." I laughed as I watched Owen stroke himself to sleep.

Nothing much happened in the next couple of days. Unless you count the evening, Owen and I found a few surprises waiting for us in our bedrooms. Jackson had laid two small paper bags on our pillows. It contained two small gift-wrapped boxes and a personal letter from Jackson Smith, our stepfather. We also found two large blanket chests at the foot of our beds. The hand-crafted boxes had thickly padded leather tops. And according to the letter, a secret compartment. The lock was hidden from plain view on the underside of the chest. 

I had read the letter first. It explained how to open the secret compartment and how to use the sex toys within. Owen had opened the smaller of the two boxes. He found a new smartphone in it. Preloaded with a couple of apps like Tinder, Grindr, and Lovense. As well as a couple of chat apps. The other box had a Lovense remote-controlled vibrating anal toy.
I opened my hidden drawer with the key from the paper gift bag. In it, I found a set of small black buttplugs, a bigger dildo, cleaning supplies, different lubes, and oils. As well as a massive box of ribbed condoms in different colors and tastes.
Owen's drawer was filled differently. His contained blue buttplugs and a pink dildo. Even larger than mine. His also contained metal cockrings and a few leather items. Like a harness and a thick cock and ball strap. Although, I did find a nice broad leather wristband in mine too.

When we both had read our explicit instruction letters and checked out the brand-new phones, we had one more surprise. Jackson had installed a lock in our bedroom door. Three sets of keys dangled on the inside. The note that came with it said, "Guys... Growing boys need their privacy... But... Don't abuse it!... I told your mom about it... She is not that thrilled about the situation... However, I put my foot down... So act responsibly!... Have fun, though... Have a happy 16th birthday in a couple of months... Love, Dad..."

The following night it happened. Owen locked the door behind him when he came up for bed. Owen had a knowing grin on his face. The same one my brother had when he approached me a week ago. Right before he had yanked his dick out and had tried to seduce me into sucking him off.
I was feeling a bit kinky myself. I wore the leather wristband and a new pair of leather jeans Owen had not seen before. I had taken a ride into town to get a much-needed haircut and new brighter clothes. I had let my hair grow wild in the last couple of years. But for the first time that day, I felt the wind on my face again. Feeling much happier than I had done for ages. I did go for a different look than Owen, though. I had the hairdresser give me a sexy side parting with layered sides. He had trimmed a few curved lines on the left side of my head.
The thick leather on my skin felt nice. It was cool to the touch. The texture, the sound it made, and the smell it gave off excited me. 

I had been separated from Owen and the rest of the family for most of that day. Our older siblings Alex and Julia were due back home at any moment. I was supposed to let them in the house because our parents were still at work.
Alex had ridden his butch motorcycle from his college dorm back home. Hooking up with Julia and her new girlfriend part way. I had been in the garage when Alex Smith arrived home first. He parked his motorcycle next to my mountain bike. When he took off his helmet and had watched my new look and haircut, he exclaimed hotly, "Fuck yeah... That's a hot look on you, kiddo... Come here and give me a hug, bro... Damn Eric... I think I have to cheat on my boyfriend this summer... I heard Owen say you were making some changes... But this look... Nice one, kiddo..." 

Alex gave me a bro hug as if I was his boyfriend. He even stuck a hand a bit down the back of my new pants. He looked at me for a moment and asked, "Can I kiss you, Eric?... You look nice enough to eat..."
"Go for it, stud... I don't mind that biker look of yours, either... Hope I can borrow some of your gear sometimes... I like the leather look on guys..."
Alex knew enough. His 15-year-old stepbrother was as much into that look as he was at that age. And Alex stuck with it, and the guys that came with that look.

Julia and her muscular short-haired dike of a girlfriend grinned as they saw the two guys tonging in the garage.
Julie said to Alex, "Let the boy breathe... Geez... Al... Leave some for us too..."
"Eric, this is Carla... She is my girlfriend..." said Julia.
"Hi, nice to meet you... Feel free to kiss me too... I can use the practice... Although Alex... Well... haha... Damn, man... that was some greeting..." I said to the older twinks.
Carla wasn't at all shy. She immediately pushed Alex aside. Grabbing me and bending me over Alex's ride. Sticking her tongue into my mouth. Even though I was a little shy about it initially, I redeemed myself quickly. I knew how to kiss aggressively too. But not with a 25-year-old woman like Carla. 

I gave Carla a bit of her own medicine. To her utter delight. I pushed Carla back upright and looked expectantly at Julia. She said, "Why the heck not?..." and she snogged me as well. "Hmmm... Nice technique, Eric... You will make some girl very happy someday..."
"Hell yeah... He will..." added Carla grinning butchly.
I looked at both of them and then at Alex, saying, "I think It might be a boy instead... If you don't mind?... Still figuring stuff out, though... So keep it quiet for now, please... Mom doesn't know yet..."

Julia looked at Alex. He pulled up his shoulders. As much to say as, "I didn't know that..." But he quickly said, "Well, that makes four gay Smiths..."
"Four?..." asked Julia in surprise.
"I think Owen might be going that route too..." said Alex sneakily.
"It's not a given thing yet... We are still finding out what we like best..." I said in an attempt to defuse the situation. 

I felt a little scared and confused. Mom had not seen my new jeans or haircut. Nervously thinking about how she would react to it. I remembered Owen's trouble when he unexpectedly came home with his bleached hair. And the reunion with my siblings went a lot hotter than anticipated. I actually liked the aggressive way Carla had kissed me. And Julia's hot bosom had stirred my love for girls with big knockers again. 

I let the biker-clad Alex, Julia, and Carla into the house. We talked a while longer, but they saw my nervousness. It was Alex who suggested I should go and clear my mind. Telling me that he understood my confusion. I followed Alex to his attic room, and he looked me up and down. "Really... that's a nice look... I like those jeans, boots and that denim jacket, Eric... Young and buff!... I love it..." said Alex quite hotly. He hooked an arm around my neck to pull me in closer. Grabbing my hand and robbing it over the black leather motor combo he was wearing. From his chest down to his monster rod. The 10-inch thick tool was in a state of arousal. 

The 19-year-old freshman looked me in the eyes and said, "Just remember, Eric, there are a lot of bad guys and girls out there... But you will find the right one eventually... If you ever need to talk or borrow some cool clothes... Come to me, bro... I am just wondering?... Did you buy those kinky leather jeans to impress someone else... Or did you like that look?..." Alex looked a little worriedly at me. 

"Well, I think Owen likes a rougher guy... I saw him with a badass bully at school... And that Emo look just wasn't cutting it for me anymore... So I guess a bit of both... I want to impress as much as I love the look myself... Dad bought us a couple of vintage jackets too... That's when I realized I liked the style... Well... And you!..." I said, feeling hot and bothered now. Alex was stroking my leathered crotch as hotly as I was caressing his.
Alex just smiled and said, "Good... I am glad you like this look... I think it suits your personality, Eric... Okay... Get your ass out of here before I have to stuff my dick in it... Have fun... Don't be nervous... What happens will happen... Enjoy it, kiddo!... But remember, I want to hear all about it!..." grinned Alex hornily as he pushed me out of his attic room.

Half expecting my twin brother to make his move that night, I needed some quiet time to think things over. I knew our parents would take Alex, Julia, and her new girlfriend for a late-night dinner and a show. So Owen and I would have the house most of that evening to ourselves. So many new impressions and thoughts flashed through my horny brain that I needed some alone time.

I drove my mountain bike to the abandoned factory on the outskirt of town again. It's an excellent place to think things over. But I saw I wasn't alone there. Billy Meijers, the badass bully from school, was roughing up an older guy there. Telling him that he would have to pay up for the rough sex the guy just had with Meijers. Hearing the muffled screams and pleas for merci. Billy emptied the guy's wallet and kicked him out the door. I watched it all from a distance.

After the older unsavory dude drooped off, I jumped through a window and swiftly walked to Billy Meijers. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my rod free of the leather. Calling to Meijers, "I heard you like to suck cock... Get to your knees... And lick my boots!..."
To my surprise, he did precisely that. He fell to the ground and put a hand behind one of my boots. His tongue stroked the one, then the other. He looked up at me, and I grinned down. Gesturing with two fingers to continue licking up the side of my jeans.

Before I knew it, the 18-year-old Billy sucked my 8-inch thick dick into his mouth. Inch by inch, he worked his lips down over it. Until he had his nose firmly pressed to my leather jeans.
"Good boy!... You're not so rough after all... Are you now Billy?... Owen told me so... I am Eric, by the way... Did I say you could stop sucking me?... Suck me harder!... Or do I need to show your schoolmates what a little bitch you really are?..." It had the desired effect. I got the best blow job I had ever had.
"Fuck... You do know what you're doing down there... Being gay ain't so bad... is it?... Good boy... keep sucking... I like this... Do you spit, or do you swallow?... Where do you want my cum, Billy?..."

Not waiting for an answer, I gave Meijers what he deserved; A nasty facial. He said as he looked up at me from the dirty floor, "Aren't you that Emo kid?... Owen's brother?..."
"Not anymore... You, Meijers, can address me as Sir at school from now on!... I expect you to present your ass to me whenever I need it... You're my bitch!... Understand?..."
"Yes, but... but... Huh?... What's this all about?..."
"You're bullying days are over, Meijers!... No need... You got friends enough that want to bully that hot ass of yours... Get cleaned up before you go home..."
I stuck out an arm and lifted Meijers off the ground.
"Thank you, Sir..." grinned Billy Meijers as I walked away.

As I said, I lay in my leather jeans and naked torso on the bed that evening when Owen walked in. I had anticipated Owen's move. Preparing myself by showering and shaving my pubes and ass-crack. Washing my hole and playing with the buttplugs and dildo for a while.
When Owen saw my new look, he got a nasty grin on his face. He understood I was ready to try this. Owen locked the door behind him. He crawled onto my blanket chest, kicking off his sneakers in the process.
My brother pulled my boots off and removed my socks. He took one foot in his hands and closed his lips over my big toe. With his tongue tickling my toe and his hand rubbing up my leg, I lay back and thought.

I still was a little apprehensive about sex with my own brother. But the way he was starting to seduce me felt marvelous. It was right and wrong at the same time, somehow. I knew Owen was not out to just please himself. No, my identical twin brother wanted to make me feel better. So, I could not think of any real reason not to proceed.

Owen gauged my feeling by looking me in the eyes. When I did not rebuff him, Owen proceeded. Slowly kissing the top of my foot and the inside of my leather jeans. Stroking his tongue from my knee over my thigh. The anticipation grew, and so did my cock. Upward he slowly crawled. Licking, kissing and worshipping my legs. His lips touched my boyhood. Wanting very much for Owen to linger there for a long time. The warmth of his nibbling kisses gave me shivers. 

Whatever Owen's tongue was doing, it was preceded by his stroking fingers. This was seduction at its finest. Not in words. Not in demands. Not in explaining what my twin wanted or was going to do to me. No, just his touch was enough to help me over my apprehension. My mind was only focused on the path ahead. Who cares? I figured this was just a bit of experimental sex. We were 15, and experimenting was part of growing up. And a heck of a lot better than trying to learn stuff from those fake porn flicks. Although, I did watch a dozen gay movies that evening to prepare.

Owen moved up my chest. Licking the area between the waistband of my jeans and my belly button. Again, I wished him to linger when I felt Owen's tongue plunge into the belly button. But his hands had already reached my pecs. His fingers were rolling the tips. Slightly pinching the nipples. It made me squirm a little.
Meanwhile, Owen's hips were getting closer to mine. More and more of his body pressed up against me. Pinning me to the mattress. Even Owen's weight on top of me felt great. It made me feel secure somehow.
Owen's tongue and lips worshiped both my tits and the surrounding areas. He sucked on both. Nibbled sneakily on one of them.

When he crawled his body forward, Owen raised his head. He placed his forearms on either side of me. He looked at me with a lusty glint. I felt the heat emanating from his 8-inch dick through the leather of my jeans. Making his hips gyrate, Owen started to grind his crotch to mine.

Finally, it felt like it was my turn. I lifted my head up, tilting it a little to the side. I kissed Owen's lips. Slowly at first, but that did not last long. I parted my lips and actually forced my tongue to pry Owen's lips apart. Not that he resisted that very long. Once the tips of our tongues met, he gave in. He dropped his entire muscular body weight on mine. Grabbing hold of either side of my short-haired head. Owen took back control of the situation. Dry humping my crotch while he slobbered my lips. I hooked my hands on his buttocks and realized that we both were still half-dressed.

I pulled Owen's t-shirt up over his head. He helped by raising his arms in front of him. Sitting a bit more upright, I undid his belt and jeans button. Owen's hands ripped the button jeans open in one fell swoop. He was going commando. His 8-inch rod flopped out by itself.
Owen scooted down my legs and unzipped the jeans. Sticking a couple of fingers inside, he fished my dick out. The touch of his hand on my rod gave me shivers again. Owen's hand enclosed the shaft, and his head moved down. I let out a long and deep longing sigh as I felt the lips close behind the cockhead. Owen's tongue twirled around the head for way too short of a time. Pushing his tongue out past the bottom lip and my shaft. Owen forced himself to swallow all of it at once. I screamed in pleasure as my cock disappeared in his throat. It was so warm. So moist. So very tight. I began to pant as Owen started to bob up and down. Slowly at first, but as he got the hang of it, he sucked me off hard and fast.

A few minutes later, I had to press my hand on the top of his head. Making Owen slow down a bit. If he had kept this up for much longer, I would have nutted right then and there. But I wasn't ready for that yet. I wanted this evening to last as long as it could. And apparently, me touching Owen's head and slowing him down a bit sent the right message to my brother. "Fuck... I am having sex with my own brother..." my brain screamed in pleasure and disgust. But there was no turning back now. I wanted this. Shit, we both needed this to happen.

"Owen... Buddy... Let's do this... I want you to take off my pants and fuck me, bro... But first, play with my ass a little... Get out the dildos and lube... No need for a condom... I want to feel the real you inside me..." I sighed hornily.
Owen looked - for the first time in his life - puzzled up at me.
"What?... Don't you want to?... Or do you want to sit on my dick first?..." I grinned.

"Actually... That was what I was hoping for... Damn Eric,... Am I that transparent?... I wanted it to be a surprise for you..." said Owen, a little sad.
"Don't you worry about that... I will fuck your brains out too... I saw a movie where two guys took turns in different positions... But I figure you best open my ass first with a buttplug and lube... Or better yet... Why don't you help me remove these pants and stick your tongue in there... That's what the guys in the movie did... Looked like fun..." Owen gave a disgusting grimace. So I said, "Oh, shut up!... I washed and shaved it especially for you tonight, Owen..."

Both of us got up and removed our pants. We took out some lube and a couple of toys. Then fell back on my bed, kissing and hugging for a long time. We were going to make this happen, but we were not in any rush. Owen and I felt comfortable around each other. More so than we had ever done before. I rolled Owen on his back. Laying on top of him. I grabbed his hard-on from between our bellies and parked it between my buttocks instead. I wiggled my butt up and down a bit. Spreading my leg wider to give the cock a real feel of my smooth crack. It was Owen who started to sigh in pleasure now.

How long we lay there, we did not know. Nor did we care very much. Eventually, I twisted around on top of Owen. Placing my weight on one knee beside Owen's head. I took his 8-inch veiny dick and started to fellate his cock. Slowly I bobbed my head over the man-tool. To call it a boy toy was ridiculous. Any man, young or old, would have been proud to call this big dick his best mate. I felt how Owen pushed my ass down. Before we knew it, we both had manly sausages to nibble and suck on. When it nearly became too much for me to bear, I scooted forward a little. Twisting my hips, I said, "Go on... lick it... Stick your tongue in there..."

I felt how Owen tentatively gave one ass cheek a kiss. His hands pulled the cheeks apart, and his face disappeared between them. Giving me a short little tongue flick at first. Then another. Then a longer wetter one. After that, the gates of lust burst open. Owen was thrusting his tongue in places the sun did not shine. And he loved it. I, on the other hand, was losing control rapidly. The things Owen's tongue did to my outer ring made my eyes roll in the back of my head. My dirty grones, shouts of pleasure, and lust filled the room.

I tried to suck Owen while he rimmed my ass. But I wasn't really able to anymore. This just felt too good. From the corner of my eye, I saw my black dildo, my training plugs, and the bottle of lube. I flipped the bottle open and squirted a dollop of lube over one of the smaller butt plugs. Using the wet fingers to also prep Owen's ass. Before he knew it, I was fingering his hole open. Then I slit the plug slowly in his ass. Listening to Owen's breathing and grunts. Making sure I wasn't hurting him. But Owen just kept on sucking me. Drumming his own fingers against my taut butthole. He used spit to slick it up. As the plug got sucked up by Owen's ass, his finger disappeared in mine. We both released a similar scream of pleasure as our asses got stretched open.

This first penetration was a little painful for me. So I handed Owen the bottle of lube. Telling him to take it a little slower. He apologized and said, "But your ass feels really nice, Eric... So hot... So wet... So fucking tight... I want to stick my dick in there, bro... Let me in there!..."
"Slow down, dude!... You in a hurry or what?..." I grinned back at him. "I'll let you do me first... But first, let's stretch it open a bit more..."

Owen was in a hurry, it seemed. He was ready to explode. Owen pushed me off him and grabbed my legs. Rotating me on the bed, he sat on his knees behind me. He moved my feet to my shoulders and plunged his tongue back between my raised buttocks. Owen rudely spat a few times between the cheeks and licked some more. Slicking up the entire area from my balls to my back and everything in between. When he finally let my legs go, Owen moved forward. Lowering my back onto a pillow. Sliding his dripping cock through the crack. I braced myself. I had a good idea of what would happen next and that it might hurt a lot.

Owen saw my worry and smiled, "We are going to take this ass nice and slow... No need to worry, Eric... Just talk to me... Tell me if it feels right... I figure, if it feels nice, I must be doing it right..." Owen saw that his calming words did not have the desired relaxing effect on me. So he made a show of applying a liberal amount of lube on his cock and my ass hole. Using the medium-sized butt plug to work the lube slowly inside first. The cold lube felt nice. It was even slicker than Owen's spit.

Owen meanly pulled the plug out a couple of times. Fucking me with it. The last time, after he squirted some more lube on the backdoor, he pushed his own plug to it. I sighed again and grabbed hold of my bedsheet. Fearing the worst was yet to come. But it didn't. Once I breathed out, my ass apparently opened up a little. Accepting the cockhead past the outer ring. The heat of Owen's cock felt marvelous. It was a bit painful but pleasant at the same time. Yet I screamed in shock as if I was getting raped. "Stop... Ow... Oh fuck, Owen!... You're so big!... Help... Ow... Man... Oh... Shit... Stop... You're so deep inside me... Slow down..."

Owen did stop all movements. But he grinned dirty at me. Grabbing his new phone and taking a picture. When he showed it to me, I saw the rim of the cockhead still poking out the outer ring of my anus. "See... I am not even one inch inside you... Calm down, bro... Let your body relax... If it's really too much-..." But he stopped talking the instant I pushed my ass up and over the shaft. Half of Owen's rod disappeared up my ass with a slight plop. Past the painful spot, I stopped to breathe a sigh of relief.

I grabbed Owen behind his shoulders and pulled him over me. His cock slid in even deeper. But I didn't care anymore. The pain was all but gone. I was getting laid by an 8-inch muscle jock. And the evening had just started. Moving my hands from Owen's shoulder to his ass, I made his hips begin to gyrate. Sliding his cock deeper and deeper inside me. The pressure, the feeling of getting stuffed, the fucking movements, and our grunts were all it took to push my brother over the edge. 

Owen had wanted to pull out the moment after he announced, "Stop, man... I am going to cum... Eric... Let go of me... I am cumming!..."
But I had hooked both my feet behind his ass and locked my arms in a bearhug over his back. I hissed, "Give it to me, bro... I want to feel it shoot inside me... This is so nice... Fuck my brains out, Owen... I am close too... Pump that cum inside me..."

I felt Owen's dick tensioning up. His rod twitched. At first, I did not fully understand what he was doing. He stopped moving. When I looked at his face, I saw he was ejaculating inside me. The strained look on Owen's face coincided with the twitching of his cock. After every squirt, he pulled out a little. Thrusting all of his 8-inches violently back inside. Then his cum pump blasted another stream of hot jizz in my guts. Time and time again, this happened. Owen was quite rough about it. But it felt heavenly to me. I could actually feel the hot goo fill me up. I panted, "Owen, don't pull out yet... Slowly pump my ass some more... I am so close..." Owen smirked at me. Sweat was beading off his face and torso onto me. But that only made me hotter. Owen watched as I dumped my load over our stomachs. With his last strength, Owen passionately kissed me. Then he dropped on top of me. Still letting his dick slide in and out in long slow strokes.

I don't know how long we lay there, but I never wanted this filled feeling to end. I had been fucked and bred by a powerful man. I knew soon it was my turn to do the same to him. And I was not going to do under for Owen's achievements. Tomorrow Owen's ass would remember me. All 8-inches of me. I don't know if this was a twin rivalry. But I was going to show Owen who was boss here.

I had made Owen wear his leather harness and cockstrap. I put on my jacket and boots again. I nibbled on his earlobe, placing Owen on his knees in front of me, ordering him, "Ass in the air, boy... You're going to get fucked now... I own you!..." I slammed Owen's face to the mattress as I brutally ripped his huge pink dildo from his ass. Replacing it harshly with my rod. 

Unlike me, Owen did not protest. He did not even scream in agony. Owen took my rough penetration like a man. Sure his face grimaced, and his fists grabbed the edge of the bed. But he let me live out my fantasy. Talking dirty to my brother. Telling him how hard and how often I was going to breed him that night. Owen responded in kind. Begging me to do him even harder and rougher. Submitting his body, soul, and mind to me.

I was grabbing onto the back of Owen's chest harness as we heard the lock on our bedroom door open. At that moment, I was nailing Owen so hard even my bed was creaking under the onslaught.
"What the fuck, guys?... Not what I had expected to see... Not at all... Damn guys... Owen, is Eric hurting you, son?..." said a baffled Jackson Smith to his 15-year-olds. Even Alex, who had followed his father into our room, looked stupified at the leather sex scene that greeted him. Alex quickly locked the bedroom door behind him again.

I was too close to stop or even to pull out. So I bred Owen in front of an audience. Owen just grinned up at his stepdad and stepbrother. "Don't just stand there... Join in... Of course, Eric isn't hurting me, dad... Don't be stupid... I can take him... But Fuck... I think he can teach you two a thing or two as well..." grinned the dirty 15-year-old Owen pantingly.
"I doubt that!..." smirked Alex. Who had already stepped out of his black dress pants and shoes. His father looked a little stunned at his son. But as Owen and I sat on my blanket chest. Panting and stroking ourselves. Both guys stepped forward. Allowing the horny twins to drain their nuts.

To say this was the first time of many would be a lie. But every now and then, we did make it happen. We still do. Even now that we have our new boyfriends sleeping over at Dad's place. Mom gave up trying to separate us, and - Holier than Thou - McDowell moved away. Disgusted by the incessant sounds of sex emanating from our backyard. 

That holiday season was the hottest in living memory. And not only in terms of weather. We learned and grew so much that year. 

I wish I was 15 again.
I would do it all over again... and again... and again!

"Anyway... What about you?... Tell me your story... Who was your first?... What was it like?... Go on, tell me about it... I dare you!..."

< The End >

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