“ fountainhead Jamie, why don't we start at the beginning ?"
"Erm, I don't know if I can Dr. Sanderson ..."
"seed now, how do you expect me to assist you if you don't tell me anything ?"
"wellspring it's just ... it might get to me ..."
"I'm sure it's not that bad !"
"corporate trust me, it is !"
"Very well ; just start off with your epithet ..."
"Alright, erm ... here goes ..."

Jamie Lander, 15, born in Madeira River, Portugal. Twin comrade called Sir Walter Scott. 5 foot 8. My parents died shortly after we were born, too soon for us to be named. Fostered and eventually named by an English people taxi number one wood and his put-upon housewife. awful parents, they really were. I don't think I ever had a happy day with them in my life. He only married her for sex, and she only married him for his Friend. They only fostered us to get more money from the school allowance. Life is hell with them.

We only lived in a diminished flavorless in Hackney, that's how successful they weren't. Four rooms : two bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom, the end. It reeked as they both smoked and never properly emptied the bins, even after sex ; which they constantly had. It's awful waking up to the sound for 14 class running like a significant hippo giving birth to 12 cacti at the same prison term. Which probably explains why I'm gay, that sound just put me off womanhood forever.

I have to say, if it weren't for my brother I wouldn't be here right now. He taught me everything. Yes I was older by 14 minutes, but he was always more emotionally strong. When I would break out down into overflow of weeping, he'd be there hugging me better. Whenever the dreadful sounds would leak through the walls at nighttime, he'd be there to spread over my ears and suckle me to sleep. Whenever our fake parents would jeopardise me, he'd be there to defend for me. I love him so much. I could never last without him ...

It was one Tuesday afternoon in July when I asked him why he was so much stronger than me. Not just emotionally, he took to working out much more seriously than I did. I was just cutis and bones compared to him now. He said that it was probably because of our fake parents giving him a hard time as a baby. I was apparently their pet as I cried less. He even showed me a deep scar on the back of his read/write head where our faker father had hit him so hard, it started bleeding. He said he remembered it well ; he was only 14 months old. I felt so drab for him, being trapped in this inferno of a life sentence. But he's so inviolable now ; he could probably throw our pseud Church Father to his expiry. He must have amazing self ascendance to stop himself.

It wasn't long after that talk that I lashed out at our fake parents. I'd got so angry about how disgusting they were to each other ; you know domestic violence to an extreme kind of thing. I was only 13 and very nearly got a frying pan smashed against my brainpower. But Dred Scott came to the delivery and managed to push me into the lounge before the horrible collision. I was so in awe of his speciality and the fact that he possibly had just saved my life. As if it wasn't enough, he then got up to fight against our sham begetter until he gave up and went to shag his cow of a married woman again. Scott was so angry after it, I remember seeing his side as he turned round once they'd left. He genuinely felt it was his duty to protect us from the monstrosity that were our faux parents.

Of trend we didn't just sit there and take it. Every nighttime, Dred Scott would walk down to the phone box and call for help. Once he'd got through to Childline, but they never sent anyone. That must have been about 2 years ago now ... Still no-one has come, no-one to free us. Scott never gets as upset as me, he just canalize it into his acute oeuvre outs he does after school. I'm really envious of him ; I look so poor every time I cry that our animation are a incubus ; and he can just stand it, so expansive and brave. He's just so amazing ...

It was our 14th birthday when thing got too very much for me to handle. Our fake parents had given us some money so we could do something for our natal day every year up till then. But that sentence, it seemed like they'd just forgotten. We came home plate from school, really excited about what we could do this year. We'd even got a really in effect programme about it once we got through the door. Our excitement didn't go down well. And the special day just turned into another ordinary bicycle day. Shouting, arguments, Robert Falcon Scott even got a whack in the face for effective bar. We were both devastated, but as usual both expressed in different style. Scott was furious, and I once again had a dolorous fit in bed that nighttime. It was the big day of my life. I was generally convinced I would climb up from the 8th floor window. But Scott managed to pin me back down into my bed. It was then when he kissed me.

It wasn't just a peck on the cheek, it was a passionate kiss. I remember feeling stunned. My tears stopped and didn't fight against him. He recoiled back and we stared at each other's eye. I couldn't believe it, my for the first time buss, with my own twin. But suddenly I saw it, this was the way we can canalise our thwarting. We only had each early ; no-one else would deal for us as much as we did. I love him ; I love him more than anything else in the world.

I kissed him back, and we really got into the kiss this fourth dimension. I've never kissed anyone else before, so I can only assume he is a seriously proficient osculator. I can remember getting a fantastic virtuoso in my pyjama shortstop. It didn't help with Scott really pushing against me though. He felt lovesome and laborious underneath his shorts, and he was gently pressing it against me. It felt really beneficial though ; almost like something was about to burst from my shorts.

Scott then took off his top, and even for a 14 year old he looked extremely fit. The many time of day of laps around hackney coach and karate in the gym really paid off. I felt a twinge of jealousy in my crotch. I then reached up with my hands to caress his masculine frame. He had massive pectorals and a well defined six-pack. That's how trying his experience has been, it's driven him to manhood at 14. He really liked me feeling his body ; he could narrate I was jealous. All he did was gasp and depend inscrutable into my centre. I was his senior crony, and he loved me.

He then took appreciation of my thrill hand. He guided it down to his boxershorts, which looked like there was something bursting to get out. I took hold of it, and he gasped right in my ear. It was his cock. It felt weird to do it that I was giving my brother a handjob, but I loved him and I loved his reaction to it even more. I can recall rubbing my hands right up and down his thick rod. It was heaven for him, as he told me afterwards. He told me to play with the head as it was more sensitive. So I did and his underdrawers got moist.
After kissing me some more he went down to prove my own boner. I didn't look as big as him when he pulled the textile down. But he still looked please by it because he then starting licking at it. Don't ask me how he knew what he was doing but he was so good at it. I think I even asked him, and he said he'd saw one happen in schooling. I wish I was there to see it ; it must look so good from the outside. But it can't be expert as aliveness it. I had the only guy I love eating up my own hard-on stopcock. Oh yeah, it was Scott who taught me these Book then too.

It felt like heaven, I couldn't believe it. It was my offset blowjob but I automatically knew that Scott was a very good dickhead. He wrapped his bridge player around the al-Qaeda of my turncock and started to pump my tool while the head was in his mouth. As he sucked on my cock I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. George C. Scott loved it too, every so often he'd growl with my cock in his sass. Soon I couldn't take it much longer and I was cumming in his lip. I was lost for words as I saw my Twin swallow every last drop.

He took my paw, as he slyly grinned and licked his face dry. I can call up him looking into my eye as he offered to fuck me. My complete adoration was translated into total lust for my stud of a pal. As if to suffice his question, I pulled down his short pants. Our faces were still touching, so we could both see our expressions of perfect X as he forced his nub inside me. He simply let one hot gasp run down my neck opening, and I had to bite at my brother's hard neck to stop myself screaming too tacky. He didn't feel the pain sensation ; he was too busy forcing 8 inches of dick up my ass. Even while we were at the pinnacle of lecherousness, he still had clip to care for me, asking me whether I was alright every fourth dimension I groaned. rest period assured he still loved me even while he was fucking me.

I thought the sucking off was heaven, but in fact I was wrong. This was downright heaven ! The impassioned friction inside me get my cock into a spewing overload. What was I later learned as precum soaked my shank. Scott noticed tears roll down my facial expression and he once again asked if I was alright. I told him that they were tears of joy. What was a couple of hours ago perfect hell, had become the best night of my life.

Winfield Scott then retreated from me a sprayed a huge incumbrance over me. The fondness was so satisfying, and so was seeing Robert Scott evince his feelings over me in a fantastic way. He even took the duty of licking me clean-living again. I never thought I'd see him delight the sense of taste of his own sperm ... Once he'd finished, he just rested his caput on my articulatio humeri, and we fell suddenly into heartsease. The transformation was quite galvanise ; my brother was earlier such a frenzy of hormones. Yet now he was back to his peaceful loving ego. A brother of two amazing sides, I was in love ...

This seemed to set a precedent for the Night to come. Every night when one of us was feeling lower than normal, we'd experimentation further. By the meter it came to our 15th birthdays, we'd done pretty often everything, even sneaking in toy dog so we knew everything there was to know. It never got deadening, it was new every night and it always felt amazing. I genuinely started to reckon life wasn't going too badly with my brother at hand.

But I was wrongly. affair started to ferment for the worst. I can never bury that feeling when Scott told me he had a swain from schoolhouse. I was heartbroken, but then I wasn't surprised. My brother was the fittest guy I've seen in my life, and he's really sweet too. I ended up crying myself to slumber, and Scott seemed disappointed I didn't want him to sleep together me again.

I felt really bad for the next two week. I couldn't believe my own blood brother left me. I kept getting worried he'd possess sex with this new guy instead of me. The thought just made it high-risk. But Scott just kept assuring me cipher was done. It got to the point where he started to get bored of my questions.

Then I got the cushion of my life. For some reason, I forget what ; Scott had got home before me ; early enough for him to ingest sneaked his boyfriend in and got themselves both raw with Scott's pecker in his boyfriend's mouth. My heart shattered. I was physically frozen on the spot with impact. Walter Scott looked it too ; with an equally surprise human face on he blew a immense load into his new partner's mouth. With him silenced Scott had some explaining to do. It would assume come pretty strong Good Book for him to dig himself out of this one. But what he actually did was invite me to tantalise his new boyfriend, by showing him what we had done many nights before. The idea of really tormenting the guy whole stole Dred Scott from me actually quite got to me. I instantly went from shock to horny, and I was intemperate before George C. Scott had got my wearing apparel off.

The new guy, who I was introduced to as Declan ; was nowhere near the amount of money of hotness as my brother, although once he got it out, he really did let a nice gumshoe ; very fat and looked good to taste ! He really knew how to pump it too ; he worked it up so it was practically exploding even while Scott and I were just kissing. What must it take in been like for him ? Two interlingual rendition of his boyfriend having hardcore sex in strawman of him !

It felt dissimilar putting a show on for someone else, but I had the satisfaction of knowing that my brother still wanted sex with me. Our love felt completely restored after sucking each former off, him licking my ass and pounding me to seventh heaven. He even said that nighttime that he preferred having me suck him off rather than Declan. I felt so glad I had to do it again.

The feeling never lasted. A mere 5 daylight after that and I got another much harder shock of my spirit. A Sat morning and I had just walked in after doing my newspaper rounds. I heard the sound of my brother gasping in a really orgasmic way. Maybe if he was masturbating I could get to move over another cock sucking to him ! I went to find him on his bed, but not how I ever thought I'd collar him. Just like last sentence there was someone else with him. And just like end metre my heart shattered at the sight ; but a lot, lot harder. It was a female child who was with him. He had his face buried in her upturned skirt, and he was groaning madly as if he was enjoying it more than anything. Worse still I was so still they didn't notice me at first, and I had to support seeing my pal taking pleasance from a girl.

split were welling up in my centre by the time they both noticed. Not only had the love of my life history cheated on me, but now he was cheating on his boyfriend. I thought I could seem up to my twin as a theatrical role model. But now he's a cheater, and he's turning away from me. Robert Falcon Scott couldn't offer me to join in now ; he saw the pain he caused in me. I simply couldn't believe it. My life had shattered right in front of my eyes ...