Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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"Danny! Hurry up!"
"For fucks sake Sean, would you chill out? You act like you've never seen a pool before."
"Not one that was actually clean and full enough to swim in! Now come on!"
Danny sighed and rolled his eyes as his twin brother raced ahead of him, bare feet slapping on the pavement outside the motel they were at. This one just happened to be in Mississippi and close enough south that even the crappy cheap motels had real pools for the tourists. Sean was right. Most of the places they stayed didn't even have one and the ones that did looked like they belonged in horror films. Sean loved to swim. Danny didn't know where he'd picked it up, but the nerd went ape for it every chance they got.
In fact the rarity of the occasion meant that neither had proper swimwear. Cutoffs would just have to do. Dad was passed out in the room but the last thing he'd said, while Sean was trying to get out the door, was that Danny had to go with him to make sure overzealous little Sean didn't drown. Sean and Danny were both 18 and knew how to swim. Dad probably just wanted the privacy for an hour but whatever. Danny didn't care.
Danny didn't mind spending some time outside. Besides, he wasn't so much making sure Sean didn't drown so much as watching him swim, because Sean was entirely different in the water. All those gangly limbs turned sleek and graceful, cleaving the water like a shark, swift and deadly. Dean watched his brother twist and flow, tanned skin wet and glistening in June sun and as usual lately his mind started to wander.
Danny was no stranger to sex. In fact, it occupied quite a lot of his brain and not a small amount of his physical life. His hormones worked and so did his body. He had fantasies, collected porn, jerked off, and had even been with a few girls, unlike his self-confessed virgin of a brother. So imagine his surprise when he'd started having wet dreams about his twin brother.
He knew it was wrong. Knew it was sick. Did everything he could to curb it, get rid of it, but it just got worse. The more intense the dreams got the more he found himself paying attention to Sean during the day. The way the light would catch Sean's hazel eyes and make the gold stand out. The way his fingers moved when he shuffled cards. The way he smelled, because they still had to share a bed. He'd watch Sean. Then the watching came with fantasies about how Sean would taste if they kissed. How those slender fingers would feel on his skin.
Watching Sean in the pool now Danny could just imagine being in there with him, shoving Sean up against the side of the pool. Finally getting to touch all of that skin, the water letting his hands slide. Hearing his brother say his name with that same breathless whimper the girls do when he does something right. Feeling Sean's delicate fingers tracing the edge of his shorts.
"Danny! "
Danny was yanked out of his fantasy with a barely stifled groan. His eyes flashed open and fixed on Sean, who was hanging onto the edge of the pool grinning at him, utterly oblivious to the painful hard on his brother was hiding. Sun sparkled on the droplets of water that clung to his eyelashes as Sean laughed.
"Were you asleep? "
"No I wasn't asleep," Danny groused. "It's bright out here and my shades are in the car. What do you want?"
"You should come in. We can race. Bet I'll win."
"Yeah right Sasquatch," Dean smirked. "Like that's ever happened. "
"Yeah but I've been working out."
"Bigger don't mean better Seany boy. I'll show you. "
Thankfully his boner had backed down to a manageable level before he stood up, took two steps and cannon balled into the water. They spent the next few hours dunking and splashing each other. They did race, and Danny did win, but it was much closer than it had been. Danny knew Sean would beat him the next time, and that would be ok. He tried not to think of his poolside fantasy, though it kept asserting itself at really inconvenient moments. He was pretty sure his brother hadn't noticed he had a chub on most of the day. Or if he did he was being polite about it.
They laid out until they were mostly dry and headed back to the room. By the time they got there the room was empty but there was still warm pizza. Dad had left again, but dinner was reasonably fresh. Sean decided getting the chlorine off was more important than food, a concept that boggled Danny's mind. In fact, pretty much any situation where food came second confused him. That was Sean for you. Danny shrugged, digging into the pizza while Sean headed for the bathroom.
Danny was on his second slice when the water turned on, and his imagination went with it. Sean under hot water, covered in soap, slick bodies sliding together. His cock got hard so fast against his zipper that it hurt. He tried to focus on eating, the ingredients on the pizza, counting how many times he chewed, willing away the persistent erection. It didn't work at all. He was rubbing himself through the stiff denim and finally threw the pizza crust into the box in defeat. He's got to get out of these shorts before he cuts his damn dick open on the metal. He should have worn underwear, but how was he supposed to know this was going to be an issue?
Danny went over to his side of the bed and dug around in his clothes, finding the change of clothes he would use once he got out of the shower, including the clean underwear. He was basically clean from the pool. He just had to get the coating of chlorine and stuff off. The heavy chemicals smelled weird and dried out his skin, making him itch, and since he wasn't a girl there was no lotion to be had. Though, thinking about it, lotion might not be a bad thing in the wank department. Of course that brought his attention right back to the stiffy he was trying to deal with.
Danny sighed with relief as he carefully popped the button and unzipped the offending shorts, freeing his cock from the offending makeshift swimwear. He shoved the denim down and off and kicked them into a corner. He flopped onto his back in the bed, closing his eyes as he ran his hand lightly over his balls and brushed up the bottom of his erection, before gripping it loosely and giving it a few strokes. He gave a smile, his mind wandering back to Sean in the shower and a vision of those big hazel eyes staring up at him, lips parted as Danny guided the head of his cock in between them.
"'Oh, fuck," he moaned, squeezing his dick to keep from cumming right there. He heard the bathroom door open and bolted upright, snatching up his clothes and holding them in front of him as he pushed past Sean.
"You better have left me some hot water bitch!"
"Whatever, jerk!"
Danny is surprised that Sean doesn't hear him cum in the shower because holy shit. That image of fucking Sean's mouth in the shower was the most insanely hot mental image Danny had ever thought of, and he'd seen some stunning porn by now. He wondered if he was gay, but he'd tried watching gay porn and it didn't do anything for him. He only seemed to want to sex up his brother, which was plenty fucked up, but he supposed it was ok so long as he never actetd on it right? Of course his back brain was only to happy to chime in with "yea, and how long do you think you can keep that up?" Danny was really afraid the answer to that question was "not that much longer". He didn't want to molest Sean! He wanted Sean to like it.
It was so wrong but god dammit he wanted it so badly he ached.
That night again he and Sean shared a bed and Danny lay awake torturing himself with his sadistic needs. Next to him Sean still slept the peaceful sleep of the young, his breathing soft and even. He was on his stomach facing away from Danny, hugging his pillow with his arms and one leg thrown up. He was sleeping in just briefs and Danny kept looking down at the curve of his ass, the cleft just showing as the underwear rode low on his hips.
He wanted to feel the skin there, feel if it was as soft as he thought it was. He couldn't stop thinking of how it would feel to slide his cock between Sean's soft cheeks. His precum would slick him up. He wouldn't have to go inside, just slide through that sweet little channel. Then he could reach over Sean's hip and...he was writhing in the bed, his hand down his underwear, trying not to moan out loud. This was making him crazy!
He looked down at Sean's ass again and listened to his brothers steady breathing. The guy could sleep through a bomb test. The second he thought it he knew his mind was made up. The hand that wasn't currently full of his throbbing erection reached down and softly smoothed over the curve of Sean's ass on top of his briefs. Danny froze, listening for a change in Sean's breathing. Nothing. His hand started petting and squeezing slowly, and Danny kept pace with his other hand, stroking so slow, drawing it out. His breath was coming out in little huffs of air.
When he broke he did actually moan, though quietly. His hand slipped inside Sean's underwear, his fingers finally stroking softly through that tantalizing cleft. Danny's fingers brushed down to the base of his brothers balls and drew all the way back up, the movement drawing a whimper out of him as he gripped himself tight to avoid cumming in his shorts right then. He hadn't noticed Sean's breath change.
"Danny?"
Sean's voice was soft, questioning, but not sleepy at all. Danny had no idea how long he'd been awake before he said something, but obviously long enough to figure out what Danny was doing. Danny froze, one hand down his pants and one down Sean's, as a wave of guilt and shame washed over him. But before he could do anything Sean had rolled over. His hazel eyes were huge and dark in the dim light of the motel room. Danny looked down and Sean was working his own huge erection through the opening in the front of his briefs.
"Sean? Shit. Look I'm sorry dude. I know this is wrong. "
"Danny shut up. Just shut up ok? You think I haven't seen enough after school special bullshit? Screw right and wrong. I can tell when you look at me that way, and I like it. I like knowing sometimes thinking about me gets you off. Thinking about you gets me off too. I'm not a baby Dan. I know about sex. I even know about gay sex. And what I know most right now is I've been wanting you to touch me all day and you go and do it when I'm asleep and can't enjoy it! "
Danny couldn't believe it. He was staring, utterly dumbfounded, as his twin brother extemporized on the subject of incest and how all of that was just fine and dandy with him. In fact, the son of a bitch had the nerve to be angry because Danny had only molested him in his sleep. Both of them were laying there, face to face, raging erections on both of them, basically saying that yeah, they were completely ok with fucking each other. He couldn't wrap his head around it. He was half convinced that he had fallen asleep and was having a wet dream. That is until Sean reached up and squeezed his dick.
"Jesus Sean!" He gasped, coming of the bed at the unexpected stimulus.
"Come on, Danny. You got to touch me. I want to touch you."
Sean reached for him again and Danny seized his wrist before he could make contact. Sean furrowed his brow in frustration, then hit Dean with the puppy eyes. You'd think Danny would be immune to that, but no. Those pretty eyes undid him just as much as anyone else. Besides, he wanted to give Sean what he wanted. He just had nerves now that it came down to it. He fixed his gaze on his brother as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pulled them slowly down, releasing his cock to bounce back up. He kicked them off his feet.
Sean was fixated on Danny's endowment. He reached out and gripped it at the base. His fingers wouldn't quite meet, but Sean could feel Danny was so hard he throbbed in Sean's hand. Sean stroked firmly all the way up, watching as a bead of wetness formed at the tip. He rubbed his thumb over it and it made the tip slick. He wanted to taste it.
