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

Jamie Landers, 15, born in Madeira, Portugal. Twin brother called 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 taxi device driver and his used lady of the house. Awful 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 admirer. They only fostered us to get more money from the school valuation account. Life is hell with them.

We only lived in a pocket-sized flat in Hackney, that's how successful they weren't. Four rooms : two bedrooms, kitchen, bath, the end. It reeked as they both smoked and never properly emptied the binful, even after sex ; which they constantly had. It's awful waking up to the sound for 14 years running like a significant river horse giving parturition to 12 cacti at the Sami 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 minute, but he was always more emotionally strong. When I would transgress down into floodlight of tears, he'd be there hugging me better. Whenever the dreadful speech sound would leak through the walls at night, he'd be there to breed my ears and nurse me to sleep. Whenever our pseud parents would peril me, he'd be there to fight for me. I love him so much. I could never live 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 skin and bones compared to him now. He said that it was probably because of our bullshit parents giving him a intemperately metre as a babe. I was apparently their ducky as I cried less. He even showed me a deep scar on the spine of his read/write head where our sham father 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 hell of a lifetime. But he's so inviolable now ; he could probably throw our fake father to his death. He must suffer amazing self command to block himself.

It wasn't long after that talk that I lashed out at our pretender parents. I'd got so angry about how disgusting they were to each other ; you know house servant fierceness to an extreme kind of thing. I was only 13 and very nearly got a frying pan smashed against my brain. But Scott came to the rescue and managed to push me into the couch before the horrible collision. I was so in awe of his strength and the fact that he possibly had just saved my life. As if it wasn't enough, he then got up to fight back against our fake father until he gave up and went to shag his cow of a wife again. Scott was so angry after it, I remember seeing his face as he turned round once they'd leftfield. He genuinely felt it was his obligation to protect us from the ogre that were our fudge parents.

Of course we didn't just sit there and take it. Every Nox, George C. 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 let been about 2 years ago now ... Still no-one has come, no-one to unloose us. Dred Scott never gets as upset as me, he just channels it into his intense oeuvre outs he does after school. I'm really covetous of him ; I look so pathetic every fourth dimension I cry that our animation are a nightmare ; and he can just stand it, so larger-than-life and brave. He's just so mystify ...

It was our fourteenth birthday when things got too much for me to handle. Our fake parents had given us some money so we could do something for our natal day every class up till then. But that time, it seemed like they'd just forgotten. We came nursing home from school, really excited about what we could do this year. We'd even got a really ripe architectural plan about it once we got through the doorway. Our exhilaration didn't go down well. And the special day just turned into another average day. Shouting, arguments, Scott even got a whack in the face for salutary measure. We were both devastated, but as usual both expressed in unlike way of life. Scott was furious, and I once again had a weeping fit in bed that dark. It was the sorry day of my living. I was generally convinced I would derail from the 8th base window. But Scott managed to pin me back down into my bed. It was then when he kissed me.

It wasn't just a quite a little on the cheek, it was a passionate candy kiss. I remember feeling stunned. My tears stopped and didn't fight against him. He recoiled back and we stared at each early's eyes. I couldn't believe it, my first osculation, with my own twin. But suddenly I saw it, this was the way we can carry our frustration. We only had each other ; no-one else would care for us as a great deal 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 buss this metre. I've never kissed anyone else before, so I can only assume he is a seriously good kisser. I can recall getting a rattling sensation in my pyjama boxershorts. It didn't help with Winfield Scott really pushing against me though. He felt warmly and hard underneath his shorts, and he was gently pressing it against me. It felt really good though ; almost like something was about to burst from my shorts.

Winfield Scott then took off his top, and even for a 14 year old he looked extremely fit. The many 60 minutes of laps around Hackney 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 systema skeletale. He had massive pectorals and a well defined sixpack. That's how trying his experience has been, it's driven him to manhood at 14. He really liked me feeling his organic structure ; he could separate I was jealous. All he did was gasp and expect cryptic into my eyes. I was his older chum, and he loved me.

He then took hold of my shivering deal. He guided it down to his shorts, which looked like there was something bursting to get out. I took time lag of it, and he gasped right in my ear. It was his prick. 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 back rubbing my workforce right up and down his midst rod. It was heaven for him, as he told me afterwards. He told me to play with the header as it was more medium. So I did and his shorts got tone down.
After kissing me some more he went down to examine my own boner. I didn't looking as big as him when he pulled the cloth down. But he still looked pleased 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 away. But it can't be proficient as living it. I had the solitary guy I love eating up my own hard-on cock. Oh yeah, it was Scott who taught me these intelligence then too.

It felt like heaven, I couldn't believe it. It was my first off cock sucking but I automatically knew that Scott was a very good cocksucker. He wrapped his handwriting around the stand of my cock and started to pump my peter while the head word was in his oral cavity. As he sucked on my cock I closed my eyes and enjoyed the flavour. Scott loved it too, every so often he'd growl with my peter in his oral fissure. Soon I couldn't take it much longer and I was cumming in his sass. I was lost for discussion as I saw my mate deglutition every lastly free fall.

He took my hand, as he slyly grinned and licked his side dry. I can call back him looking into my center as he offered to fuck me. My complete adoration was translated into total luxuria for my rivet of a brother. As if to answer his question, I pulled down his shorts. Our faces were still touching, so we could both see our expressions of pure X as he forced his meat inside me. He simply let one hot gasp run down my neck, and I had to seize with teeth at my brother's hard cervix to stop myself screaming too meretricious. He didn't feel the pain ; he was too busy forcing 8 inches of dick up my ass. Even while we were at the pinnacle of luxuria, he still had time to care 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 absolute heaven ! The torrid friction inside me drove my cock into a spewing overburden. What was I later learned as precum soaked my waist. Scott noticed tear roll down my human face and he once again asked if I was alright. I told him that they were bust of joy. What was a couplet of minute ago complete hell, had become the best nighttime of my life.

Robert Falcon Scott then retreated from me a sprayed a huge lading over me. The heat was so satisfying, and so was seeing Scott verbalise his feelings over me in a fantastic way. He even took the obligation of licking me scavenge again. I never thought I'd see him enjoy the penchant of his own spermatozoan ... Once he'd finished, he just rested his head on my shoulder, and we fell suddenly into peace. The transmutation was quite jump ; my brother was earlier such a frenzy of hormones. Yet now he was back to his peaceful loving self. A brother of two amazing slope, I was in love ...

This seemed to set a precedent for the night to hail. Every nighttime 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 much everything, even sneaking in toys so we knew everything there was to have sex. It never got boring, it was new every night and it always felt astound. I genuinely started to think animation wasn't going too badly with my brother at hired man.

But I was unseasonable. Things started to turn for the worst. I can never blank out that feeling when Dred Scott told me he had a fellow from school day. I was heartbroken, but then I wasn't surprised. My brother was the fittest guy I've seen in my life history, and he's really sweet too. I ended up crying myself to sleep, and Scott seemed disappoint I didn't want him to fuck me again.

I felt really bad for the next two weeks. I couldn't believe my own buddy left me. I kept getting worried he'd have sex with this new guy instead of me. The thought just made it worse. But Scott just kept assuring me nil was done. It got to the point where he started to get bored of my questions.

Then I got the shock of my life. For some reason, I forget what ; George C. Scott had got home before me ; betimes enough for him to have sneaked his boyfriend in and got themselves both bare with Scott's rooster in his boyfriend's mouth. My heart shattered. I was physically frozen on the spot with stupor. Scott looked it too ; with an equally surprised face on he blew a huge cargo into his new partner's mouth. With him silenced Scott had some explaining to do. It would subscribe to come pretty strong run-in for him to dig himself out of this one. But what he actually did was ask round me to bait his new boyfriend, by showing him what we had done many Nox before. The theme of really tormenting the guy unanimous stole Scott from me actually quite got to me. I instantly went from jolt to horny, and I was hard before George C. Scott had got my clothes off.

The new guy, who I was introduced to as Declan ; was nowhere near the quantity of horniness as my brother, although once he got it out, he really did have 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 have been like for him ? Two versions of his fellow having hardcore sex in front line of him !

It felt different putting a show on for mortal else, but I had the satisfaction of knowing that my blood brother still wanted sex with me. Our love 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 smell never lasted. A mere 5 days after that and I got another much harder shock of my lifetime. A Saturday 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 throw another cock sucking to him ! I went to witness him on his bed, but not how I ever thought I'd arrest him. Just like last time there was someone else with him. And just like hold up time my bosom shattered at the sight ; but a lot, lot harder. It was a fille who was with him. He had his face buried in her retrousse skirt, and he was groaning madly as if he was enjoying it more than anything. Worse still I was so quiet they didn't notice me at first, and I had to go seeing my sidekick taking pleasure from a girl.

Tears were welling up in my eyes by the fourth dimension they both noticed. Not only had the love of my sprightliness cheated on me, but now he was cheating on his beau. I thought I could front up to my Gemini as a role model. But now he's a trickster, and he's turning away from me. Scott couldn't offer me to join in now ; he saw the pain in the neck he caused in me. I simply couldn't believe it. My liveliness had shattered right in front of my eyes ...