Author's note : Another story from my long lost collection. Touched it up a little (no pun intended) to modernise the writing. This story involves sex between brothers, as well as heterosexual gameplay. If this is not to your liking, then it is ok to back out.
This is always something I wished could happen to me in real life, although I have no misconceptions about it ever coming true. But anyhow, this site is a hotbed of inventions and stories...
I apologise for any errors which might have crept in. :-)
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My twin brother and I lay slumped back on our couch in the basement den. With our parents away for the weekend, we allowed the sound of the porn scene to wash over us, adding to the heavy erotic atmosphere already well charged by Angela White, the big titted, short Australian actress who seemed so much involved in her job.
Her acting was anything but tame or forced. She genuinely liked what she did and during an interview at an international sex meet in Mexico, admitted that she wouldn't know what to do otherwise. "I just love sex, love taking it, and giving it back."
The interviewer asked her about her favourite positions and without a thought replied "I love blowing cocks. It's an awesome power to have. A guy's cock in your mouth. The absolute possibility of having him at your beck and call. That is power. And the absolute taste. Different with every guy, but so good. Of course, cunts as well. I love pussy too, as all of you know."
I turned towards Phil, looking at him tugging at his cock, his breathing ragged as he prepared to come again. His eyes were fixed on the screen as Angela had a cock up her pussy, another in her ass, gobbling down another, while wanking off two guys in a glorious gangbang by a pool.
Phil's cock was a bit longer than mine, but I had the advantage of thickness. As I lay there thinking, he pulled his foreskin back, breathed sharply and let loose. His come spurted out onto the tiled floor with a splatter. Less powerful considering we had been wanking and coming for an hour, but still substantial.
He lay there panting. "Fuck that was awesome. I would so do Angela. What a nasty one."
"Do you think she's right?" I asked.
"About what?" he replied, rubbing his cock head, still giving him shivers.
"About how great a cock in the mouth is."
"I wouldn't know, would I?" he replied."Never had one."
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I asked a bit timidly.
"I don't know. I really don't", he answered. "The feeling of being ratted out would be too much if I was found out. But it's sex. You know how I feel about that. Just love it."
"How about me?" I asked, throwing caution to the wind.
"How about you what?"
"What if I gave you a blowjob?"
"You want to blow me?" Phil looked at me with incredulity.
"I think I do," I replied. "Just kept between us. I'd love to know what it feels like, is all."
I could see that he was getting hard again, so quickly after his recent orgasm.
"Perhaps." he said. I could tell he was interested but not really having the courage to say so.
I reached over and grabbed his cock, heavy in my hand and growing firm immediately. He flinched as my hand touched his junk. He didn't back out though.
I held his cock, moving my hand up and down. Felt just like my own, without the feelings attached to it.
He moaned as I did so. His eyes were closed, and he scooted a bit further forward on the couch. His legs parted, falling apart, and as I wanked him, he sighed contentedly. I stood, not letting my hand off his cock as I kneeled in front of him.
His cock head was there right in front of me. Big, pink, leaking. I blew softly on it, cooling it off. He sighed again. I think he wasn't anticipating how good it could be.
It was now or never. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and leaned in, his cock invading my mouth. I thought it would taste disgusting, or at the very least, gross. It wasn't anything like that at all. I'd go so far as to say that many times, pussies were far more tangy, sometimes downright fishy.
The head was throbbing, hard, but immediately behind it, the shaft was soft, firm, much like a skinned glove. I bobbed on his cock, trying to get as much as I could in my mouth before realizing that it would be impossible. He was just too big.
I concentrated on sucking just behind the head and to around half his length, and I could feel my twin moving beneath me, obviously enjoying the trip. My cock was fully erect too, and I stood up and rubbed my head against his.
Sparks flew as I could feel his cock head on mine. He groaned. I pulled at his foreskin, which was quite generous, and as I pressed my cock against his, pulled it over mine. Docking, I believe it was called. It felt awesome. I moaned in heat, and Phil was similarly lost. He was keeping his eyes closed through all this, perhaps not wanting to believe that we were doing this, and that the person giving him these pleasures was his own twin.
I masturbated both of us, and I could feel his cock flexing as he approached another orgasm.
Pulling his foreskin back, I undocked myself, got down on my knees again and started sucking him. His cock grew larger, stiffer, angrier, and he tried to push me back, a sure sign of his coming. I swatted his arm away, letting him know that I wanted him to finish in my mouth.
So many taboos being literally blown away today.
I played with his balls as he emptied into my mouth. A thick cream, hot and only very slightly salty. I have heard that the taste depends much on what one eats. As basketball players, we were very careful with our diets.
I swallowed what come he had left, and let go of his cock with a pop. It had only needed one session, but I was already addicted. I looked at Phil, at his open eyes and wide smile.
"Fuck. That was awesome." he exclaimed.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.
"Apart from one tiny bit when your chin scraped my thigh with your stubble, I couldn't tell it wasn't a woman. And the docking of course. I loved that."
"I'm glad you did." I replied. "Anytime you need relief, just tell me."
"I'm not as adventurous as you, but I really want to try it as well."
I lay back on the couch, legs splayed open as Phil kneeled at my cock. He was more nervous about it than I was, but he eventually started sucking gently on my head before trying to take more of me into his mouth.
I saw stars at the emotion and feelings being transmitted. I sighed in contentment as my brother's lips made contact with where my pubes would be. I always kept them shaved off, and the realisation that my cock was all in his mouth was beyond amazing.
He moved in and out on my penis, much like as if I was fucking a pussy, but without any effort from my side. I could feel his tongue beneath my head, and it wasn't too long before I felt myself coming again.
"I'm going to come..." I warned Phil.
He nodded and swept down on my cock again, my head lodged down his throat. I could feel, but not see, my come, and I nearly fainted with the pleasure. My sperm blasted down his throat like an express train in a tunnel, and I held Phil's head pressed against my groin for a few seconds, until my orgasm had relented enough.
Phil drew back and my cock popped out of his mouth, spittle following, while he drew in breaths of air.
He nodded to me, signifying that it was all cool. We slumped on the couch, aware that something big had washed over us. It would never be the same again, I thought, as on the TV, Angela White was being blasted with ropes of cum.
The scene came to an end and I switched the TV off, still breathing hard.
"Fuck that was awesome", my twin said.
"Ohh. I loved it." I replied.
"This doesn't make us gay doesn't it?" he asked.
"I'm pretty sure I'm not in love with you." I replied."It's just a buddy suck."
"Whatever it is, we have to do this again. Anytime you feel the urge, just say so ok?"
"We end up masturbating every night down here. No secrets there. I'm pretty sure we can fit this new thing daily."
He nodded with a smile. "Are we going to sleep down here tonight?"
"Yeah. It's just us." I said, as I opened my side of the couch, actually a pull out bed.
Phil pulled out his side as well, and within a few minutes we were dead to the world.
Over the following weeks we perfected our skills, hardly changing the routine until we once tried a sixty-nine and loved it. It became a staple of our daily masturbatory time. When mum was home we had to keep it late and careful, but whenever she was away, we would descend into debauchery. And frankly we were having the time of our lives, and the more we went about it, the more we came to think that bisexuals have the best of both worlds.
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Saturday dawned bright and sunny, and we took this opportunity to work on the lawn. We'd promised mum we'd take care of it. Money wasn't really tight, especially after dad's insurance had paid off, but it was good to take care of it.
We spent quite a bit on groceries. With us being twenty two years old on a basketball team, we ate a lot. And it wasn't junk food. That meant that we had to have good produce.
That didn't come cheap. And if we could do our bit around the house, then so much the better. Mum worked as an accountant and this job bought with it quite a good amount of income. Long hours, but according to her, worth the effort. Phil was studying mechanical engineering, while I was in electronics.
This meant that we did quite a lot of jobs at home. Practically all upkeep and maintenance was our forte and we serviced quite a lot of our neighbours too. It was always good to help.
A good number of our neighbours had young daughters, and we scoped these long and hard. Many of our odd-jobs, including pool cleaning and garden landscaping, we did shirtless. This was enough for a number of these girls to linger around us.
We got to go out with a good number, and that included their mothers. Phil would take out one of the generally young mothers, while I took out her daughter. And the other way round of course. Some of those older women were real milfs. This would ensure we both got what we wanted. No need to say that we did not transmit this idea to the prospective family. We got our fill, and we got it regularly.
Until Phil fell hard for Lisa, one of the girls in his class at college. Instantly, every waking hour of his life became obsessed with being around her.
In a country known for its blonde hotties next door, Lisa was a dark haired Finnish beauty whose parents had moved to our country. She was well built, tall for her age, loved sports, and to make things all click together, a very intelligent girl.
