Hello, dear readers,
I would like to welcome you to my another story.
WARNING:
English is not my language, so please excuse any mistakes.
This story is about incestuous love between identical brothers. It's a bit dark, heartbreaking, full of tears but at the same time with happy moments, love and a sex scene.
The story is not a sex smut, it's a slow-burn romance, like Broken Boy.
This story will be separated into two parts and this is the first part.
I hope you will like this story and that you will want the second part as well. :)
I wish you a pleasant reading.
All characters are over 18 years old.
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CHAPTER 1 - How we get close
I was lying in bed with my girlfriend. Both of us were still virgins, but Ashley and I decided to have sex for the first time today. Our parents were away for the weekend and only my younger brother was home.
What should I tell you about Ashley? She was beautiful, of course, and I loved her, but she also made me a little nervous. She was a bit snobbish and was mainly concerned with money. My family had a lot of money, and so I would sometimes buy Ashley something expensive, which would immediately get me scolded by my parents.
My parents constantly discouraged me from Ashley and from our sex life. It was absolutely unacceptable for them for me to have sex with my girlfriend. Not before we got married.
We were strong Protestant believers, even my brother and me, but my young body was craving sin.
Here we were. Ashley and I, in bed together, in our underwear, kissing each other. We were cuddling, each caressing the other and our kisses made smacking sounds.
My seven-inch cock was hard with anticipation and couldn't wait to pass through something like a knife through butter.
"PERCY!!!" Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the room and someone was pounding on the door. "Let me in, please." It was my twin brother, pulling on the handle with all his strength and kicking the door. I heard him crying and his voice was weak. "I need to breathe. My chest is tight." He was crying and sobbing behind the door.
Oh my God. He was having another panic attack.
"Please open it! I need my inhaler!" He was crying and sobbing.
I immediately stopped paying attention to my girlfriend, who sighed angrily when I got up from the bed and ran to the door.
We shared a room as twins, but since I wanted to have privacy with Ashley, my brother watched TV in the living room.
I unlocked and opened the door and Casey rushed in. He ran to his nightstand, grabbed his inhaler, and started to blow into it and take deep breaths.
My poor little brother. These panic attacks have been plaguing him since we were ten. Well... we were born from the same egg on the same day, but I was born half an hour before him, so I considered myself the older brother. Casey saw it the same way. From a young age, he would have liked it if he were younger and I was older, because even though we were twins, he was happy to look up to someone.
I sat next to him on the bed and hugged him. A years ago, we found out that he was getting these panic attacks because we were away from each other for a longer period of time. As identical twins, we were used to have a special bond. We couldn't just be one without the other.
Only my presence and his inhaler helped him calm down. We sat together on the bed, I hugged him, and Casey blew into his inhaler and started to breathe more calmly.
"Ehm..." I heard behind me. I turned and saw Ashley's angry face. "We had something planned, didn't we?" she said frowned. "He has his thing now, so take him out and come back to me!"
Now I got angry.
"Don't you see that my brother is having a panic attack and needs help?" I said, pissed of her.
"So what? Is that more important to you than finally getting it in?"
How could she dare to say this? Did she have any understanding at all?
I loved her, but now I finally knew what she was like. A plain frigid bitch.
"You know what? Get out of here! My brother is more important to me than sex and will always be my priority!" I yelled at her.
It was true. I loved my brother, and he will always be first for me.
Ashley got dressed and left with a slam of the door. Bitch.
I looked at Casey, who had already calmed down and was just quietly breathing and looking at his lap. I broke the embrace and my left hand rested on his right shoulder. He lifted his head and looked at me. His eyes were red, his cheeks wet with tears.
"Are you feeling better now?" I asked him calmly.
"Yeah... yeah, it's better now," he replied and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry that you guys fought because of me," he said with an apologetic expression on his face.
"Don't worry about it. She had to understand that I still love you, and you are more important to me than she is," I replied and patted him on the back.
"Do you still mean it?"
"Of course. We're twins. We were together in Mom's belly, and I'm not going to throw away our relationship for some whipped whore."
"Thank you... It means a lot to me," he said with a smile. "I just feel like a cockblocker now." He added with a small laugh.
"Forget about it. The important thing is that you're feeling better now."
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My brother and me. We were very close from birth, like any other twins. We were best friends. We played together with everything we could get our hands on. When we couldn't speak yet, we found out how smart we both were, and created our own language together. Sign language on our hands, and as we got older we had a sign for almost every word we knew.
Our looks were indistinguishable. We really developped the same way. We often stood together in front of the mirror looking for a difference between us, but we found none. Not only that, but we both had red hair and green eyes. Sharp facial features, high cheekbones and we even had fairly the same number of freckles on our cheeks. We both had the same voice and it didn't differ even after puberty.
The only difference between us was that Casey was left-handed and I was right-handed. That was the only way people could tell each other apart. We even thought it was funny that people couldn't recognize us and neither could our parents because we always dressed alike.
We loved to teasing our parents. When we were little, our mother always came to wake us up, and she knew who slept in which bed, and if we woke up before she came, we switched.
That always annoyed our mother, but we found it amusing.
Our mother was a public prosecutor and our father was a minister in the local church. We were a strongly religious Protestant family, but Casey and I did not feel that way. We were free-spirited rascals and knew all the dirty words. Of course, we behaved like strict believers in front of our parents because otherwise we would be punished, but our parents still loved us anyway and enjoyed spending time with us.
They even enrolled us in a church elementary school where they tried to set us on the right path. We also wore school uniforms. A white shirt with short sleeves, black shorts and shoes, and a blue bow tie.
One day, when we were ten years old, we were walking home from school. We walked because it was a short way home. On the way, we talked about our dreams and promised each other that we would never be without each other... and suddenly I got a strange feeling, and I could tell by the look on Casey's face that the same thing had happened to him.
We continued walk home when suddenly a big black van pulled up next to us. Four hooded figures dressed in black jumped out of the car and surrounded us. We were both frozen and frightened. They pressed their hands over our mouths, held our hands tightly behind our backs and dragged us into the back of the van.
They pushed us in and we both fell. One of them snuck up behind us and slammed the door behind him. Then we had the feeling that we were going somewhere.
The one who climbed to us tied our hands in front of us, taped our mouths shut and told us to be quiet. But his voice was very high, so it must have been a woman.
None of us knew where they were taking us or what they were going to do with us. We sat next to each other, our heads and shoulders pressed together, and we both cried silently in fear.
After an endless drive, we finally stopped. The woman put some bags over our heads and we heard the back door of the car open. I felt several hands grab me, and heard Casey try to scream as they reached for him. They pulled us out of the van, but we couldn't see where we were. They shouted at us to move and led us somewhere.
Judging by the ground I was walking on, it seemed to me that we were somewhere in the woods or on a farm, considering the muddy path. We stopped and I heard a wooden door creak open. They pulled us inside and then pushed me again and I landed on some straw. One of them took the bag off my head, unglued my mouth, and I noticed that I was in a barn inside a horse stable. Before I could get up from the ground, the one who had taken the bag from my head closed and locked the strong barred door in front of me.
I saw Casey being pushed into the stall next to me, they took the bag off his head, taped his mouth off and locked him in too. Then they all left, closing the big wooden door behind them, and we were left in the dark. Only some holes in the roof let in light.
Casey was curled up in the straw, sobbing. He didn't know where he was, and he was just scared as I was. I was glad that at least we were still together, even though we were separated by bars, but we could see each other. Casey had his back to me, and somehow his breathing and sobs had become weaker, and after a while he began to writhe in pain.
No!
"Casey! Come here! Come to me, please!" I said with tears in my eyes as I looked at him through the bars.
Casey looked up and caught sight of me. His face was all red and wet. He got up from the floor and came to me. We couldn't hug because our hands were still tied, but at least we were holding hands and looking at each other. Both of us had tears running down our faces.
We were scared. Neither of us knew what awaited us.
"What do they want from us?" Casey asked me in a whiny voice.
"I don't know, Casey," I replied, bursting into even more tears.
