Sitting in the family van I felt my brother, Chase, kick my foot closest to him. It wasn't hard, merely hard enough to get my attention. Pulling out one of my ear buds, I turned to ask, "Wha—"
I didn't even finish the word as I saw him facing me with his hard dick sticking out of the waistband of his shorts.
With our parents in the front seats talking above the quiet radio, we were on our way to our grandparents'—our mother's parents—house for a visit over a long weekend. It was a sixteen-hour drive to a rural area that we made every few months. The van we used had four swiveling chairs in two rows behind the driver and passenger and a bench at the very back that could be stowed in the floor and Chase and I occupied the first two behind our parents.
Hearing our parents still talking and unaware of what was happening behind them, I slid out of my chair as Chase turned his to face the back then got to my knees between his legs. As one of the tallest guys in school, his long legs naturally spread wide when his knees were bent so there was plenty of room for me between them. Without hesitation or fear I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth and felt it twitch a few times as he got used to the feel of me on him. With a soft, barely audible sigh he slouched down slightly in his chair and stretched his long legs out on either side of me. After placing one of his large hands on my head as a counterweight he closed his eyes while he listened to the music playing in his earbuds.
Chase, like many eighteen-year-old guys or really just guys in general, loved getting head and he had a great cock to receive it. It was just over ten inches long and thick with a sharp downward curve from years of wearing a cup for baseball that slid easily into my throat. Having sucked him off for so long I had no problem deep throating him while his girlfriends choked and gagged attempting it. There were times I had spent more than an hour bobbing on his cock before he pumped his load into my stomach and, with plenty of time to kill, it looked like this was going to be another of those moments.
Keeping my motion slow and deliberate, I took my time bobbing up and down on him while I slipped a hand into my own shorts to massage my own suddenly hard dick. Occasionally, I stopped to run my tongue over the ridge of the wide bullet that capped his shaft or inside the fold of retracted foreskin. Even though we had showered before starting the trip less than four hours ago, there was already a faint, musky flavor trapped in the fold. It matched the scent of his balls wafting up to me from inside his shorts and a part of me couldn't wait to taste him again after a few more hours once he ripened further. My favorite time to suck his dick was right after he had practice or a game because of how pungent his junk would be. Whenever we could, I would spend as much time as I could running my tongue between his legs trying to clean him of the sweat and funk trapped in the hair there. His body, like mine, was covered with a generous dusting of dark hair that, depending on its location, hid or enhanced his fit musculature.
As his identical twin, my cock was similar, only without the curve, and he was slightly more muscular and tanned than me from his time outside on the diamond while I was lean and sinewy with the body of a basketball player. We both had the same straight, dark hair on our heads but mine was long enough to graze my shoulders while Chase kept his short and spiky. A pair of ice blue eyes that we had often been told were slightly disconcerting in their intensity rested in each of our faces above angular noses. I liked to keep my square jaw shaved clean while Chase's was covered with perpetual stubble that he worked on entirely too long so it would appear casual. Additionally, he wore a pair of small diamond studs in his ears while mine were unpierced.
I glanced around Chase's body and chair to glance at the rearview mirror a few times. At one point, I saw my father watching us with a slightly displeased look even as he continued talking to our mother. Over the years he had caught us a number of times while we were messing around. The first time he cursed in surprise upon finding us in our shed in the backyard but quickly moved passed his shock to simply say that our mother probably wouldn't like catching us in such a position. We were a fairly religious family and our mother was the arbiter of all things sinful so we understood his warning. Having not been chastised by him as harshly as we had expected, we continued fooling around with each other and, over time, we received nothing more than a look and shake of the head the subsequent instances he found us engaged in something sexual. Only recently had we started messing around in the van during the trips and still he said nothing though we were going at it right behind them.
Despite the fact that my brother and I hooked up almost daily, neither Chase nor I was gay or even bi. We didn't mess around with other guys and had not even fleetingly considered it. As twins we were understandably close and we had been each other's first out of curiosity and prepubescent exploration. Finding that we liked it, we kept it up because it was better than masturbating.
Zoned out with my rhythm of working his dick, it wasn't until I felt Chase tightly grab a fistful of my hair that I realized he was close. Moving my eyes upward, I saw him looking down at me with nothing but horniness in his eyes. Normally that look was accompanied by a litany of foul fuck words but here in the van, with our mother completely oblivious to what we were doing, his mouth was silent even though it hung open as he breathed heavily through it. His upper lip twitched slightly just before I felt his cock stiffen and jerk upward as it prepared to begin shooting. I pulled back to lock my lips around his crown just as the first watery shot left him. With practiced ease I rapidly swallowed his load without losing a drop. Even after his dick began to soften, I kept him in my mouth to catch the dregs of his load and to clean him so there would not be even the hint of the scent of sex in the air.
Without a word, he pushed my head off him and slid to the ground and I replaced him in the chair. With his characteristic enthusiasm, Chase began to work my cock. For as much as he liked getting head, I often joked that he liked giving it more. When we were alone he was very vocal when he sucked me off, letting out moans and sighs of pleasure as he tasted my cock. Even now, despite the need to be quiet, he was an eager cocksucker who cleaned my own fermenting cock with unrestrained zeal. At one point he had begun bobbing on my dick so rapidly that the sound of broken suction interrupted the quiet of van with three rapid-fire reports.
Just as he pulled off, our mother turned around. "What are you boys doing back there? What's that sound?"
With my legs spread wide and bent at the knees, Chase was able to lean around me while I tucked away my dick to answer, "Nothing. Chance just forgot how to use a straw."
Grabbing the cup—actually Chase's cup—from the holder in the armrest, I turned slightly in her direction and held it up along with the magazine that Chase had tucked into the side of his chair to help cover my midsection. If I didn't or turned too far she would easily see the hard tip of my dick tenting my t-shirt where it pointed upward out of my shorts. That, combined with Chase's wet, swollen, red lips would most likely invite more questions. "Sorry."
"I thought you were over there," our mother said pointing to the chair I had vacated.
"No," I lied. "Chase was. He came over so we could look through the magazines."
It was plausible only because of the pile of magazines on the chair directly behind the seat I was now occupying. Glancing in the mirror, I saw our father purse his lips with disapproval. While he had no problem with what we were doing, lying was something he took seriously yet it always surprised us that he didn't rat us out in moments like this.
She gave a half shrug and didn't question further. "Well don't drink too much. We won't be stopping for a while."
"I'll be fine, Mom," I said with a good measure of teen attitude, barely holding back the eye roll. "We always are."
She looked between us again then turned back to the front and resumed her conversation with our father about whatever it was our parents talked about.
Chase gave me a salacious smile as he reached out and freed my cock to finish the job he had started. I didn't argue and sat back to enjoy his mouth on me. With his skill along with the fear of our mother catching us still coursing through me, I soon gave a sigh announcing my orgasm. While I reveled in the bliss of my dick pumping cum into my brother's mouth I didn't care if our mother led our high school's marching band passed me as she yelled at us about the sin of incest.
