“ Well Jamie, why don't we start at the beginning ?"
"Erm, I don't know if I can Dr. Sanderson ..."
"come now, how do you have a bun in the oven me to aid you if you don't narrate me anything ?"
"well it's just ... it might get to me ..."
"I'm sure it's not that bad !"
"faith me, it is !"
"Very well ; just bulge out off with your name ..."
"Alright, erm ... here goes ..."

Jamie Landers, 15, born in Madeira, Portuguese Republic. Twin chum called Scott. 5 foundation 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 ill-used housewife. dread 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 friends. They only fostered us to get more money from the schoolhouse allowance account. Life is hell with them.

We only lived in a small flat 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 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 cleaning woman 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 down into floods of tears, he'd be there hugging me substantially. Whenever the dreadful sounds would leak through the walls at night, he'd be there to cover my ears and nurse me to sleep. Whenever our sham parents would peril me, he'd be there to fight back 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 inviolable 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 fake parents giving him a hard time as a babe. I was apparently their favourite as I cried less. He even showed me a cryptical scar on the back of his psyche where our fake beginner had hit him so hard, it started bleeding. He said he remembered it well ; he was only 14 months old. I felt so sorry for him, being trapped in this the pits of a life. But he's so strong now ; he could probably shake off our shammer father to his death. He must have amazing self restraint to break 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 brain. But Scott came to the rescue and managed to promote me into the couch before the horrible hit. I was so in awe of his lastingness and the fact that he possibly had just saved my animation. As if it wasn't enough, he then got up to fight down against our fake father until he gave up and went to shag his cow of a wife again. George C. Scott was so angry after it, I remember seeing his face as he turned round once they'd left. He genuinely felt it was his duty to protect us from the ogre that were our fake parents.

Of course we didn't just sit there and occupy it. Every night, Scott would take the air 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. Dred Scott never gets as upset as me, he just impart it into his intense work outs he does after shoal. I'm really jealous of him ; I look so hapless every time I cry that our lives are a nightmare ; and he can just stand it, so larger-than-life and brave. He's just so amazing ...

It was our 14th birthdays when things got too much for me to do by. Our pseud parents had given us some money so we could do something for our birthdays every class up till then. But that time, it seemed like they'd just forgotten. We came habitation from shoal, really excited about what we could do this year. We'd even got a really right plan about it once we got through the doorway. Our excitement didn't go down well. And the exceptional day just turned into another ordinary day. Shouting, arguments, Scott even got a whang in the expression for goodness measure. We were both devastated, but as usual both expressed in dissimilar ways. Robert Scott was tempestuous, and I once again had a tearful fit in bed that night. It was the worst day of my aliveness. I was generally convinced I would parachute 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 face, 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 early's middle. I couldn't believe it, my first candy kiss, with my own twin. But suddenly I saw it, this was the way we can impart our foiling. We only had each other ; no-one else would care 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 sham he is a seriously good kisser. I can remember getting a fantastic mavin in my pajama underdrawers. It didn't help with Scott really pushing against me though. He felt ardent and intemperate underneath his shorts, and he was gently pressing it against me. It felt really good though ; almost like something was about to abound from my shorts.

Scott then took off his top, and even for a 14 class old he looked extremely fit. The many hours of laps around Hackney and karate in the gym really paid off. I felt a stab of jealousy in my crotch. I then reached up with my hands to fondle his masculine frame. He had monumental pecs 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 take care deep into my center. I was his older pal, and he loved me.

He then took hold of my shiver hand. He guided it down to his shorts, 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 tool. It felt Wyrd 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 call back rubbing my manpower 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 sore. So I did and his short circuit got moistness.
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 fabric 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 unspoiled at it. I think I even asked him, and he said he'd saw one happen in school. I wish I was there to see it ; it must look so trade good from the outside. But it can't be estimable as living it. I had the only guy I love eating up my own hard-on cock. Oh yeah, it was Scott who taught me these words then too.

It felt like heaven, I couldn't believe it. It was my first cock sucking but I automatically knew that Dred Scott was a very good cocksucker. He wrapped his paw around the base of my cock and started to pump my cock while the head was in his oral cavity. As he sucked on my rooster I closed my eyes and enjoyed the flavour. Scott loved it too, every so often he'd growl with my cock in his mouth. Soon I couldn't take it much longer and I was cumming in his mouth. I was lost for words as I saw my twin unsay every concluding cliff.

He took my hand, as he slyly grinned and licked his typeface dry. I can retrieve him looking into my eyes as he offered to sleep with me. My complete worship was translated into come lust for my scantling of a Brother. As if to reply his question, I pulled down his short pants. Our faces were still touching, so we could both see our expressions of pure transport as he forced his meat 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 loud. He didn't experience 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 meter to wish for me, asking me whether I was alright every sentence 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 fiery detrition inside me beat back my cock into a spewing overload. What was I later learned as precum soaked my waist. Scott noticed tear roll down my face and he once again asked if I was alright. I told him that they were split of joy. What was a span of hours ago complete hell, had become the well Nox of my life.

Scott then retreated from me a sprayed a huge consignment over me. The warmth was so square, and so was seeing Scott express his feel over me in a fantastic way. He even took the obligation of licking me clean again. I never thought I'd see him bask the taste sensation of his own sperm ... Once he'd finished, he just rested his top dog on my shoulder, and we fell suddenly into peacefulness. The transmutation was quite startling ; my brother was earlier such a frenzy of hormone. Yet now he was back to his peaceable loving ego. A brother of two amazing sides, I was in dear ...

This seemed to set a precedent for the night to descend. Every night when one of us was feeling lower than normal, we'd experimentation further. By the clip it came to our 15th birthday, we'd done pretty much everything, even sneaking in miniature so we knew everything there was to recognize. It never got tire, it was new every night and it always felt amazing. I genuinely started to think life wasn't going too badly with my brother at hand.

But I was wrong. things started to change by reversal for the worst. 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 brother was the fittest guy I've seen in my life story, and he's really sweet too. I ended up crying myself to sleep, and Scott seemed disappointed I didn't want him to hump me again.

I felt really bad for the next two weeks. I couldn't believe my own comrade left me. I kept getting worried he'd accept sex with this new guy instead of me. The thought just made it big. But Scott just kept assuring me nothing was done. It got to the point where he started to get bored of my questions.

Then I got the shock of my aliveness. For some intellect, I forget what ; Scott had got house before me ; early enough for him to take sneaked his young man in and got themselves both defenseless with Scott's cock in his boyfriend's rima oris. My gist shattered. I was physically frozen on the spot with impact. Scott looked it too ; with an equally surprise facial expression on he blew a huge lading into his new partner's mouth. With him silenced Scott had some explaining to do. It would take add up pretty firm words for him to dig himself out of this one. But what he actually did was invite me to tease his new young man, by showing him what we had done many night before. The idea of really tormenting the guy whole stole Robert Scott from me actually quite got to me. I instantly went from electric shock to horny, and I was hard before George C. Scott had got my dress off.

The new guy, who I was introduced to as Declan ; was nowhere near the amount of hotness as my blood brother, although once he got it out, he really did let a nice dick ; very fat and looked good to try out ! 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 boyfriend having hardcore sex in front man of him !

It felt different putting a show on for individual else, but I had the satisfaction of knowing that my 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 night that he preferred having me suck him off rather than Declan. I felt so felicitous I had to do it again.

The touch never lasted. A bare 5 sidereal day after that and I got another much harder shock of my animation. A Sabbatum dawn and I had just walked in after doing my newspaper publisher rounds. I heard the sound of my brother gasping in a really orgasmic way. Maybe if he was masturbating I could get to sacrifice another blowjob to him ! I went to receive him on his bed, but not how I ever thought I'd arrest him. Just like lastly metre there was person else with him. And just like last time my substance shattered at the peck ; but a lot, lot harder. It was a fille who was with him. He had his facial expression buried in her upturned 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 endure seeing my brother taking pleasure from a lady friend.

teardrop were welling up in my optic by the time they both noticed. Not only had the love of my life cheated on me, but now he was cheating on his beau. I thought I could attend up to my twin as a role theoretical account. But now he's a deceiver, and he's turning away from me. Robert 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 man of my center ...