Curt and Jem are fraternal twins sharing an apartment at college to save money. After spending half of their Christmas break last year stranded in airports due to rotten weather, they decided that going back to Minneapolis for the holidays just seemed like a bad idea. They believed that it would be much smarter to stay in the warmer clime at school. The family understood, sent presents, and wished them well spending the holiday on the almost deserted campus.
Being twins, they are used to each other in ways that almost no other people are, they bathed together as kids, survived each other's puberty, and covered for each other with an almost telepathic sense of communication. They normally got along so well, and had the same thoughts often enough, that their friends said that they were really one extended person.
But sometimes, you even have debates with yourself.
As Jem was pushing the door to Curt's room open and walking in, she yelled, "Where is the stapler?" But when she realized what she was looking at, "Ooohhhhh fuck, what are you doing? Ewwww, put that thing away!"
"What the fuck does it look like? I was happily jerking off until you tore in with no knock!" Curt was naked, legs spread wide on his bed, his slick cock in one hand, a bottle of lube in the other. "Why should I have to put it away in my own fucking room?"
"Well because I'm stuck here too, and all of our friends and fuck buddies aren't."
"At least I didn't spend all last night moaning while that damn wand was going like a buzz saw!"
Jem blushed beet red, "You heard that?"
"Duh? The walls are as thin as paper. We always hear each other fucking, only this time you were fucking yourself." Curt was still slowly stroking himself, his thick 7 inches slid up and down through the grip of his fist.
