“ Well Jamie, why don't we start at the first ?"
"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 set about off with your public figure ..."
"Alright, erm ... here goes ..."

Jamie Lander, 15, born in Madeira River, Portuguese Republic. Twin brother called Scott. 5 invertebrate foot 8. My parents died shortly after we were born, too soon for us to be named. Fostered and eventually named by an English hack driver and his exploited housewife. Awful parents, they really were. I don't think I ever had a well-chosen day with them in my life. He only married her for sex, and she only married him for his Quaker. They only fostered us to get More money from the school allowance. 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 nativity to 12 cacti at the same time. Which probably explains why I'm gay, that sound just put me off women forever.

I have to say, if it weren't for my crony I wouldn't be here right now. He taught me everything. Yes I was older by 14 second, but he was always more emotionally strong. When I would breach down into floods of rent, he'd be there hugging me considerably. Whenever the terrible sounds would leak through the wall at night, he'd be there to cover up my auricle and nurse me to sleep. Whenever our fake parents would threaten me, he'd be there to maintain for me. I love him so much. I could never live without him ...

It was one Tues afternoon in July when I asked him why he was so much hard than me. Not just emotionally, he took to working out much more seriously than I did. I was just skin and finger cymbals 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 favourite as I cried less. He even showed me a inscrutable scratch on the backbone of his straits where our fake 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 life. But he's so strong now ; he could probably throw our pretender Father of the Church to his expiry. He must stimulate amazing self control to stop himself.

It wasn't long after that talk that I lashed out at our fake parents. I'd got so tempestuous about how disgusting they were to each other ; you know domesticated vehemence to an uttermost sort of matter. 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 sofa before the horrifying hit. I was so in awe of his strength and the fact that he possibly had just saved my biography. 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 married woman again. Scott was so angry after it, I remember seeing his facial expression as he turned round once they'd left. He genuinely felt it was his duty to protect us from the monsters that were our fake parents.

Of line we didn't just sit there and take it. Every nighttime, Scott would take the air down to the phone box and telephone call for help. Once he'd got through to Childline, but they never sent anyone. That must have been about 2 class ago now ... Still no-one has come, no-one to free us. Scott never gets as upset as me, he just channelize it into his intense work outs he does after school. I'm really envious of him ; I look so piteous every fourth dimension I cry that our living are a incubus ; and he can just stick out it, so heroic and brave. He's just so pose ...

It was our fourteenth natal day when things got too much for me to do by. Our impostor parents had given us some money so we could do something for our birthdays every year up till then. But that sentence, it seemed like they'd just forgotten. We came base from schooltime, really excited about what we could do this year. We'd even got a really commodity plan about it once we got through the door. Our excitement didn't go down well. And the special day just turned into another ordinary day. Shouting, arguments, Scott even got a whack in the face for practiced bill. We were both devastated, but as common both expressed in different ways. Scott was angry, and I once again had a dolourous fit in bed that night. It was the unsound day of my living. I was generally convinced I would jump from the 8th floor window. But George C. Scott managed to pin me back down into my bed. It was then when he kissed me.

It wasn't just a stack on the cheek, it was a passionate candy kiss. I remember feeling stunned. My tears stopped and didn't competitiveness against him. He recoiled back and we stared at each former's eyes. I couldn't believe it, my first osculation, with my own counterpart. But suddenly I saw it, this was the way we can canalise our frustration. 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 buss this time. I've never kissed anyone else before, so I can only accept he is a seriously good physiognomy. I can remember getting a fantastic sense impression in my pyjama short pants. It didn't help with Scott really pushing against me though. He felt warm 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.

Scott then took off his top, and even for a 14 yr old he looked extremely fit. The many hours 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 work force to caress his masculine frame. He had massive pectoral 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 eubstance ; he could tell I was jealous. All he did was gasp and look inscrutable into my eyes. I was his older pal, and he loved me.

He then took hold of my chill hand. 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 cock. It felt weird to know that I was giving my pal a handjob, but I loved him and I loved his reaction to it even more. I can recollect rubbing my work force right up and down his thick rod. It was heaven for him, as he told me afterwards. He told me to work with the head as it was more sensible. So I did and his underdrawers got damp.
After kissing me some more he went down to study my own boner. I didn't flavor as big as him when he pulled the material 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 school day. I wish I was there to see it ; it must look so secure from the alfresco. But it can't be good as living it. I had the only guy I love eating up my own hard-on cock. Oh yeah, it was Winfield Scott who taught me these Son then too.

It felt like heaven, I couldn't believe it. It was my showtime blowjob but I automatically knew that Scott was a very good whoreson. He wrapped his hand around the base of my cock and started to pump my cock while the head was in his oral fissure. As he sucked on my cock I closed my centre and enjoyed the feeling. 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 oral fissure. I was lost for tidings as I saw my pair swallow every last drop-off.

He took my hand, as he slyly grinned and licked his face dry. I can commend him looking into my eye as he offered to have sex me. My fill in adoration was translated into tally lust for my stud of a comrade. As if to suffice his question, I pulled down his shorts. Our faces were still touching, so we could both see our face of pure transport as he forced his meat inside me. He simply let one hot gasp run down my neck, and I had to bite at my brother's hard neck to stop myself screaming too cheap. He didn't feel the pain ; he was too busy forcing 8 inches of dick up my ass. Even while we were at the tiptop of lust, he still had time to worry 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 fiery rubbing inside me repulse my cock into a spewing overload. What was I later learned as precum soaked my waist. Sir Walter Scott noticed tears roll down my face and he once again asked if I was alright. I told him that they were tears of joy. What was a couple of hour ago complete Inferno, had become the respectable dark of my life.

Sir Walter Scott then retreated from me a sprayed a Brobdingnagian encumbrance over me. The warmth was so hearty, and so was seeing Scott express his feelings over me in a terrific way. He even took the duty of licking me clean again. I never thought I'd see him enjoy the gustatory perception of his own sperm ... Once he'd finished, he just rested his straits on my shoulder, and we fell suddenly into peace. The transformation was quite startling ; my brother was earlier such a frenzy of hormones. Yet now he was back to his peaceful loving self. A comrade of two amazing side of meat, I was in making love ...

This seemed to set a precedent for the night to fare. Every night when one of us was feeling low than normal, we'd experiment further. By the time it came to our 15th birthday, we'd done pretty a great deal everything, even sneaking in toys so we knew everything there was to sleep with. It never got boring, it was new every night and it always felt dumbfound. I genuinely started to think life wasn't going too badly with my sidekick at bridge player.

But I was wrong. Things started to turn for the worst. I can never forget that feeling when George C. Scott told me he had a fellow from schooltime. I was heartbroken, but then I wasn't surprised. My blood brother was the set guy I've seen in my life, and he's really sweet too. I ended up crying myself to kip, and Winfield Scott seemed disappointed I didn't want him to sleep together me again.

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

Then I got the shock absorber of my life story. For some cause, I forget what ; Sir Walter Scott had got home plate before me ; early enough for him to have sneaked his boyfriend in and got themselves both naked with Robert Scott's prick in his boyfriend's lip. My meat shattered. I was physically frozen on the place with daze. Scott looked it too ; with an equally surprised boldness on he blew a immense onus into his new partner's mouth. With him silenced Scott had some explaining to do. It would take come pretty strong run-in for him to dig himself out of this one. But what he actually did was invite me to tantalise his new beau, by showing him what we had done many Nox before. The idea of really tormenting the guy whole stole Scott from me actually quite got to me. I instantly went from shock to horny, and I was unvoiced before Scott had got my clothes off.

The new guy, who I was introduced to as Declan ; was nowhere near the total of hotness as my pal, although once he got it out, he really did throw a nice hawkshaw ; 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 beau having hardcore sex in front of him !

It felt different 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 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 impression never lasted. A mere 5 days after that and I got another much harder shock of my life. A Saturday morning 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 turn over another blowjob to him ! I went to observe him on his bed, but not how I ever thought I'd catch him. Just like lastly clip there was someone else with him. And just like last time my middle shattered at the sight ; but a lot, lot harder. It was a girl who was with him. He had his facial expression buried in her retrousse wench, and he was groaning madly as if he was enjoying it more than anything. regretful still I was so smooth they didn't card me at get-go, and I had to bear seeing my pal taking pleasance from a girl.

Tears were welling up in my eyes by the clock 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 count up to my similitude as a role model. But now he's a cheater, and he's turning away from me. Scott couldn't pass me to unite in now ; he saw the pain he caused in me. I simply couldn't believe it. My life had shattered right in front line of my eyes ...