A Note to the reader:
Double Switch is a novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. The Prologue has been on this site for some time. Unfor¬tunately, the censors at Literotica rejected my first and second chapters. I have rewritten them, making sure that no overt sexual activity takes place until the participants are 18 years of age.
All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead.
To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter.
Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 2 you see here will be listed as Chapter 3. etc.
Chapter 2
Frank and Ernest Adams were raised in a small town in the southern part of the state. Their father, a salesman for a large pharmaceutical company, traveled most of the time.
Mr. and Mrs. Adams had no other children. Though identical twins, who looked much alike, the two boys' personalities were quite different. Even when they were little, Frank was always the one looking for some kind of trouble to get into, while Ernest would usually hang back trying to stay clear of difficulties. Usually however, Frank would egg his brother into the same adventure. By the time they were four, Frank, the gregarious twin, was calling Ernest, the shy and retiring one actually born ten minutes before him, "little brother."
Both boys were good students and did well in school but Ernest excelled, seldom getting less than all A's. Frank's report cards, on the other hand, were frequently sprinkled with a few B's and an occasional "C" amongst the more exemplary marks.
As with most pre-adolescent boys, the Adams twins didn't much care for girls. But for Frank, that changed about the time he entered the seventh grade. There was one girl in particular that seemed to affect him in a strange way he could not quite understand. Every time he was near her, or even when he would think of her, he got the strangest reaction. He could feel his heart pounding more loudly, sensed a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach and knew his face was flushed.
Like most young boys, Frank became interested in what girls looked like without their clothes on.
One evening getting ready for bed, he asked his twin bother what he knew about the subject.
"I've heard that girls look different down there," he said. "They don't have what we have."
"Of course not," Ernest replied. "Every¬one knows that. What do ya take me for? I've read books about biology and stuff, even though they're meant for high school kids. Some of 'em have pic¬tures of male and female sex organs. You know very well, I'm interested in all kinds of things. Biology is only one. I read books about chemistry and physics too. All that science stuff is real interesting."
"Yeah, I know little brother, but those biology books; do they really have pictures of what girls look like down there?" Next time you get one, let me know so I can see. I'm dyin' to know what girls look like."
"Well, they're not photographs, if that's what you think - just cut-away drawings. But they
do
show the male penis and testicles. And they show the female vagina and uterus, where the baby stays until it's born."
"Well, show 'em to me anyway. Maybe I can imagine what they really look like.
A week later, as the boys were getting ready for bed, Ernest told Frank of his visit to the town library.
"I was looking for a book on organic chemistry. I found it and checked it out. But, I also looked around to see if I could find the biology book I told you about. But it was checked out. Maybe one of us can get it next week. But, while looking for it, I found a couple of books on sex!"
"You did? I didn't know they wrote books about that!"
"Sure they do. They write books on everything."
"Well little brother, let's have 'em. Maybe there's a picture of a naked girl in one of 'em."
"I didn't check any of 'em out."
"Why not for crap sake?"
"I just couldn't. I'd be afraid to take 'em to the lady
at the desk."
"You're such a wimp, Ernest. Sometimes I don't believe you. You had the chance to learn all about what girls look like and you finked out. Give me the titles and tell me where they are in the library and I'll check 'em out. Then maybe, we'll
both
find out what girls look like."
The next morning, Ernest provided Frank with the names and location of the books he had come across. Frank vowed to go be the library that afternoon after school.
By the time he arrived home, his book bag bulging with his normal school books plus those he had checked out of the library, his mother told him dinner was ready, and for him and Ernest to wash up and come right downstairs. So, Frank had no opportunity to open the enticing books he had acquired. He quickly hid them under his bed, with the expectation of examining them as soon as he could get back up to the room he and Ernest shared. But that was not to be.
During the meal, his brother mentioned the math homework they had been assigned that day, and their mother insisted they begin it as soon as they finished eating.
"I'll clear off the table and give you two plenty of space to spread out your papers. I'll expect you to have your work completed before you go to bed. And I'll check to make sure it is. Mrs. Adams had been a school teacher before marrying and knew how little boys like to postpone doing anything resembling homework.
Frank could hardly concentrate on the math assignment, contemplating what might be in those books awaiting him upstairs under his bed. But, somehow, with the help of his more studious and serious brother, he managed to complete the several problems.
