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

Jamie Lander, 15, born in Madeira, Portugal. Twin Falls brother called 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 language taxi driver and his exploited housewife. awfully parents, they really were. I don't think I ever had a glad day with them in my life. He only married her for sex, and she only married him for his champion. They only fostered us to get Thomas More money from the school allowance. Life is hell with them.

We only lived in a little flat in Hackney, that's how successful they weren't. Four room : two bedrooms, kitchen, can, 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 speech sound for 14 years running like a pregnant Hippo giving birth to 12 cacti at the Same time. Which probably explains why I'm gay, that sound just put me off char 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 unattackable. When I would pause down into flowage of rip, he'd be there hugging me improve. Whenever the dreadful speech sound would leak through the walls at Nox, he'd be there to cover my ears and nurse me to catch some Z's. Whenever our fake parents would threaten me, he'd be there to defend for me. I love him so much. I could never subsist 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 to a greater extent seriously than I did. I was just skin and clappers compared to him now. He said that it was probably because of our fake parents giving him a hard time as a infant. I was apparently their favorite as I cried less. He even showed me a late mark on the spine of his top dog where our juke sire had hit him so hard, it started bleeding. He said he remembered it well ; he was only 14 calendar month old. I felt so sorry for him, being trapped in this Hades of a lifespan. But he's so strong now ; he could probably throw our impostor father to his death. He must let amazing self control to break off himself.

It wasn't long after that talk that I lashed out at our simulated parents. I'd got so angry about how disgusting they were to each former ; you know domestic violence to an extreme sort of thing. I was only 13 and very nearly got a frying pan smashed against my brain. But Scott came to the delivery and managed to push me into the couch before the atrocious collision. I was so in awe of his strength and the fact that he possibly had just saved my lifetime. As if it wasn't enough, he then got up to fight against our fake father until he gave up and went to shag his cow of a wife again. Walter Scott was so angry after it, I remember seeing his side as he turned round once they'd left wing. He genuinely felt it was his duty to protect us from the monsters that were our simulated parents.

Of course we didn't just sit there and take it. Every night, Winfield Scott would walk down to the phone box and cry for assistant. 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 intense body of work outs he does after shoal. I'm really jealous of him ; I look so pathetic every meter I cry that our lives are a nightmare ; and he can just endure it, so heroic and brave. He's just so amazing ...

It was our 14th birthday when things got too a good deal for me to handle. Our fake parents had given us some money so we could do something for our natal day every twelvemonth up till then. But that fourth dimension, it seemed like they'd just forgotten. We came home from schoolhouse, really excited about what we could do this twelvemonth. We'd even got a really good plan about it once we got through the door. Our exhilaration didn't go down well. And the special day just turned into another ordinary day. Shouting, arguing, Dred Scott even got a whack in the face for good measure. We were both devastated, but as usual both expressed in unlike ways. George C. Scott was angry, and I once again had a lachrymose fit in bed that Nox. It was the sorry day of my aliveness. I was generally convinced I would jump 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 impudence, it was a passionate kiss. I remember feeling stunned. My split stopped and didn't combat against him. He recoiled back and we stared at each early's oculus. I couldn't believe it, my world-class kiss, with my own twin. But suddenly I saw it, this was the way we can channel our frustration. We only had each other ; no-one else would wish 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 time. I've never kissed anyone else before, so I can only assume he is a seriously salutary kisser. I can call back getting a marvellous sensation in my pyjama boxers. It didn't assistance with Robert Scott really pushing against me though. He felt affectionate and firmly underneath his shorts, and he was gently pressing it against me. It felt really in effect though ; almost like something was about to bust from my shorts.

Robert Falcon Scott then took off his top, and even for a 14 year old he looked extremely fit. The many hours of lick around hackney and karate in the gym really paid off. I felt a twinge of jealousy in my genitalia. I then reached up with my script to caress his masculine chassis. He had monumental 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 tell I was jealous. All he did was pant and look inscrutable into my eyes. I was his honest-to-goodness brother, and he loved me.

He then took grasp of my shaky helping hand. He guided it down to his trunks, which looked like there was something bursting to get out. I took cargo hold of it, and he gasped right in my ear. It was his putz. It felt weird to know that I was giving my brother a handjob, but I loved him and I loved his reaction to it even more. I can call up rubbing my workforce right up and down his thick rod. It was heaven for him, as he told me afterwards. He told me to diddle with the headway as it was more sensitive. So I did and his shorts got moistness.
After kissing me some more he went down to try my own boner. I didn't look as big as him when he pulled the fabric 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 right from the outside. But it can't be undecomposed as living it. I had the only when guy I love eating up my own hard-on peter. Oh yeah, it was Scott who taught me these words then too.

It felt like heaven, I couldn't believe it. It was my initiatory cock sucking but I automatically knew that Sir Walter Scott was a very good cocksucker. He wrapped his bridge player around the base of my cock and started to pump my cock while the question was in his mouth. As he sucked on my putz I closed my oculus and enjoyed the feeling. Scott loved it too, every so often he'd growl with my dick in his backtalk. Soon I couldn't take it much longer and I was cumming in his mouth. I was lost for intelligence as I saw my twin swallow up every last driblet.

He took my hand, as he slyly grinned and licked his typeface dry. I can remember him looking into my center as he offered to bed me. My nail adoration was translated into total lustfulness for my stud of a brother. As if to answer his interrogative sentence, I pulled down his shorts. Our faces were still touching, so we could both see our reflexion of virtuous rapture as he forced his meat inside me. He simply let one hot gasp run down my neck, and I had to prick at my sidekick's toilsome neck opening to check myself screaming too loud. He didn't feel the pain ; he was too in use forcing 8 column inch of dick up my ass. Even while we were at the top of lust, he still had time to manage for me, asking me whether I was alright every time I groaned. Rest 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 infrangible heaven ! The fiery friction inside me push my peter into a spewing overburden. What was I later learned as precum soaked my waist. Scott noticed tears roll down my human face and he once again asked if I was alright. I told him that they were crying of joy. What was a twain of hours ago everlasting hell, had become the best night of my life.

Walter Scott then retreated from me a sprayed a vast freight over me. The warmness was so solid, and so was seeing Sir Walter Scott express his flavor over me in a fantastic way. He even took the tariff of licking me clean again. I never thought I'd see him enjoy the taste sensation of his own sperm cell ... Once he'd finished, he just rested his header on my shoulder, and we fell suddenly into peace. The transmutation was quite startling ; my brother was earlier such a frenzy of endocrine. Yet now he was back to his peaceful loving self. A brother of two amazing side of meat, I was in love ...

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

But I was unseasonable. Things started to turn for the rack up. I can never forget that feeling when Scott told me he had a boyfriend from school. I was heartbroken, but then I wasn't surprised. My comrade was the primed guy I've seen in my living, and he's really sweet too. I ended up crying myself to sleep, and Scott seemed disappointed I didn't want him to have it away me again.

I felt really bad for the adjacent two weeks. I couldn't believe my own brother left me. I kept getting worried he'd induce sex with this new guy instead of me. The sentiment just made it spoiled. But Scott just kept assuring me cypher was done. It got to the level where he started to get bored of my questions.

Then I got the blow of my life. For some reason, I forget what ; Dred Scott had got house before me ; ahead of time enough for him to have sneaked his young man in and got themselves both naked with Scott's cock in his swain's mouthpiece. My centre shattered. I was physically frozen on the spot with shock. Walter Scott looked it too ; with an equally surprised face on he blew a vast load into his new partner's mouth. With him silenced Scott had some explaining to do. It would take number pretty secure words for him to dig himself out of this one. But what he actually did was ask in me to taunt his new boyfriend, by showing him what we had done many nights before. The idea of really tormenting the guy unanimous stole Scott from me actually quite got to me. I instantly went from shock to horny, and I was hard before Scott had got my dress off.

The new guy, who I was introduced to as Declan ; was nowhere near the amount of horniness as my brother, although once he got it out, he really did bear a squeamish dick ; 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 Robert Scott and I were just kissing. What must it birth been like for him ? Two versions of his boyfriend having hardcore sex in straw man of him !

It felt different putting a appearance on for individual else, but I had the satisfaction of knowing that my blood brother still wanted sex with me. Our honey felt completely restored after sucking each other off, him licking my ass and pounding me to seventh heaven. He even said that dark that he preferred having me suck him off rather than Declan. I felt so happy I had to do it again.

The feel never lasted. A mere 5 Clarence Day after that and I got another much harder shock of my life. A Saturday dawn and I had just walked in after doing my paper rounds. I heard the sound of my Brother gasping in a really orgasmic way. Maybe if he was masturbating I could get to give another blowjob to him ! I went to discover him on his bed, but not how I ever thought I'd catch him. Just like shoemaker's last clip there was someone else with him. And just like last time my heart shattered at the sight ; but a lot, lot harder. It was a fille who was with him. He had his face buried in her upset annulus, and he was groaning madly as if he was enjoying it more than anything. risky still I was so tranquilize they didn't notice me at commencement, and I had to stick out seeing my brother taking delight from a girl.

weeping were welling up in my eyes by the time they both noticed. Not only had the love of my life cheated on me, but now he was cheating on his young man. I thought I could seem up to my Twin as a role model. But now he's a deceiver, and he's turning away from me. Scott couldn't offer me to unite in now ; he saw the pain he caused in me. I simply couldn't believe it. My life sentence had shattered right in front of my centre ...