Twins Share Everything.

Author's note: Part seventeen is told from Josh's perspective. I thought that Rick and Josh deserved to have their backstory told. Hope you enjoy.

All characters are over 18.

I was sitting on my bed in my room scrolling through stuff on my laptop when Dad knocked on the door. I told him to come in. He entered, closed the door behind him and sat beside me on the bed.

I closed my laptop and leaned into him. I put my face close to his armpit so that I could take in his smell. I looked up at his handsome face and smiled.

"Hi Daddy." I said softly. He leaned in and kissed my lips. I longed to have him kiss me and cherished these moments when we could sneak a kiss, or more, without arousing suspicion from Mom. I leaned into the kiss but he pulled away.

"Not now, Josh. I have to get back to your mom and you're going to get me hard." He said with a note of regret in his voice. I was already hard for him. I was always hard for him, ever since that first day. The day that changed everything.

"Sorry, Dad but you're so sexy. I can't resist you." I said leaning back to display the outline of my hard cock through my lounge pants.

"Fuck, Josh. You know we can't. Not while Mom is home." He said but I could tell that he wanted to. Dad loved fucking me and I loved when he did. I decided not to press him, although he could always go and take out his frustrations on Mom. It looked like I was going solo tonight, again.

"Anyway, I came in to say that we're going to head up to the cabin again this weekend. Your Uncle Bobby and the twins have something new for us. I think you're going to like it." He told me softly.

"That's great!" I exclaimed. I loved going up to the cabin with Dad. It was even better now that my uncle and cousins joined us in wild fucking. The more cocks, the merrier as far as I was concerned.

"I thought you'd like it. You've become quite a..." Dad started.

"Whore? Slut? Cock monster?" I started rattling off names. Dad laughed.

"Well, I was going to be more generous but I love how depraved you are." He said and kissed me lightly. I wanted to tell him that it was all his fault but fault really wasn't the right word. It was more like credit. It was all due to him and I loved it all.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm whatever you want me to be." I told him and kissed him back. "God, I want you to fuck me right now." I growled.

"Josh." He said with a tone that said I had crossed a line but I didn't care. Maybe if we were quiet, I thought.

"Make some excuse, like we have to do something in the garage or something. I want that big Daddy cock in me." I pushed. "Please, Daddy." I was past the point of caring now. I could have thrown it in his face that he made me this way, in more ways than one. It was a thrill to suck on the cock that made me.

"Joshua, I'm serious." He said with authority. Shit, I thought. He only uses my full name when he's pissed at me. I guess that I pushed things too far.

"Fuck me." I said without intending for the play on words. Dad and I both laughed at my unintentional pun. "Sorry, Dad. I can't help that I'm cock crazy."

"It's one of the things that I love most about you, Joshy." He said with a smile. I smiled back and him. "I love you, son. Now, let me get back to your mom."

"I love you, Dad. I love you so much." I said and wrapped myself around him. "Sorry I'm so slutty. You can spank me later." He laughed heartily at that.

"Don't ever apologize for that, Josh. Believe me, it's taking all of my resolve not to throw you down and do all kinds of things to you." Dad said. It made me feel a little better but I was going to need a marathon jerk off session later on.

"Ok, Daddy." I said and released him. He got up, reluctantly and opened the door to leave.

"Good night, son." He said affectionately.

"Good night, sexy Daddy." I said quietly. He smiled and left closing the door behind him. I stripped my clothes off and got my box of toys out from under my bed. I chose my favorite dildo, the one he gave me, and lubed it up before inserting it in my hungry hole.

As I fucked myself, I recalled how this journey had started. I've always liked guys, at least as far back as I could remember. I remember thinking of my best friend in first grade. I remember longing for him before I knew anything about attraction.

It didn't get better as I got older. If anything, it got worse. Puberty was hell. I was horny all of the time. I would rub up against anything and everything.

I don't remember when I started noticing Dad. Maybe it was always. It sort of felt like I always found him attractive. I always loved when he held me and I preferred his affection to my mother's, which I think she resented and probably still does.

I found ways to spy on Dad whenever I could. I suspected that he always let me. He would frequently shower with the door open and I took full advantage. I got the feeling that sometimes he knew I was watching and would put on a show for me.

When I dreamed of him I would always wake up soaking wet from cumming. I had it bad for Daddy. I also had it bad for my cousins. I loved visiting them or when they visited. They were so fucking gorgeous and so inseparable.

I was shocked that they hadn't done anything with each other until our Truth or Dare game. I wasn't complaining since I got to partake. I'm glad that Dad had the idea. Somehow he knew even before we did that we loved cock.

Things escalated very quickly after my eighteenth birthday. The birthday itself was fine. There was a party, we invited friends and family, the usual birthday stuff.

The worst part of parties was the clean up. Being the birthday boy didn't get me out of helping in that department. Fortunately, the three of us were able to make short work of it.

During the party I found that Dad was looking at me. Every time I looked over at him, I caught him looking. He would smile at me whenever our eyes met. Something was different about it and I found myself getting a little excited.

Things didn't change when we were doing the cleanup. Dad would frequently brush up against me as we picked up plates and flatware. I could've sworn that he was intentionally brushing against my ass.

I can't say that I minded it at all. I frequently thought about my Dad whenever I played with my dildo. I imagined that it was my Dad fucking me and that always got me to cum a lot. I had developed quite a taste for my own. I wanted to taste my Dad's cum and hoped it would happen someday.

More than that. I longed for his cock. I wanted to taste it, to smell it, to feel it inside me. I was obsessed with it, and with him.

We had just about finished the clean up. Mom was finishing the dishes and asked Dad and me to take the garbage out to the garage. There were quite a few bags so it did take both of us.

Dad and I grabbed up all the bags and brought them to the garage. After stuffing them inside the pails, Dad pulled me aside. I leaned back against the wall and he came in close.

"Happy birthday, Josh. I have a special treat for you. Do you want to spend the weekend at the cabin with me?" He asked me. I loved going to the cabin. I had been in the family since I was little. Dad bought it with some inheritance and we spent a lot of time there in the summers.

"Of course, Dad. I love the cabin. What about Mom?" I asked him. He was really close to me now.

"It'll just be us. Just you and me." He said softly. I could feel his breath on my face. I was hard from the closeness of him. "Is that ok?" He asked.

"Yes, Daddy. It's more than ok." I managed. I was feeling a little flustered but found some courage. "I want to have fun with you." I blurted out. I didn't know where I'd found the words, but they were enough.

"We're going to have lots of fun, Josh. You're Daddy's special boy." He said and then his mouth was on mine. It was everything I imagined. Dad's tongue was in my mouth and I melted into him and kissed him back.

My father's hand found my erect cock and stroked it through my pants. I moaned into his mouth before my hand found his. I had only seen his through the shower door and it felt so much better than it had looked.

I wanted him so much. I wanted him right then and there. When we separated, I felt the absence of his touch. He touched my chin and kissed me lightly. "I love you, son." He said softly.

To be continued.