“ well Jamie, why don't we start at the beginning ?"
"Erm, I don't know if I can Dr. Sanderson ..."
"seed now, how do you require me to help you if you don't recount 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 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 language hack number one wood and his exploited housewife. Awful parents, they really were. I don't think I ever had a well-chosen day with them in my aliveness. He only married her for sex, and she only married him for his friends. They only fostered us to get more money from the school allowance account. life is hell with them.

We only lived in a pocket-sized matt in Hackney, that's how successful they weren't. Four suite : 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 phone for 14 years running like a pregnant hippo giving nascence 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 sidekick I wouldn't be here right now. He taught me everything. Yes I was older by 14 minutes, but he was always more emotionally hard. When I would fall apart down into deluge of tears, he'd be there hugging me better. Whenever the horrendous sounds would leak through the walls at nighttime, he'd be there to cover my pinna and nurse me to kip. Whenever our faker parents would jeopardise me, he'd be there to represent for me. I love him so much. I could never experience without him ...

It was one Tuesday good 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 pearl compared to him now. He said that it was probably because of our juke parents giving him a voiceless clip as a child. I was apparently their pet as I cried less. He even showed me a bass cicatrix on the back of his heading where our fake Fatherhood 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 inferno of a life. But he's so stiff now ; he could probably fuddle our role player Father to his death. He must have amazing self ascendance to check himself.

It wasn't long after that talk that I lashed out at our cook parents. I'd got so angry about how disgusting they were to each other ; 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 Dred Scott came to the rescue and managed to drive me into the sofa before the horrible collision. I was so in awe of his intensity and the fact that he possibly had just saved my life story. As if it wasn't enough, he then got up to fight against our fake don 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 case as he turned round once they'd left hand. He genuinely felt it was his duty to protect us from the monsters that were our faux parents.

Of course we didn't just sit there and take it. Every Night, Scott would take the air down to the phone box and call for avail. Once he'd got through to Childline, but they never sent anyone. That must birth 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 channels it into his intense work outs he does after school. I'm really envious of him ; I look so pitiable every sentence I cry that our life are a nightmare ; and he can just endure it, so heroic and brave. He's just so amazing ...

It was our 14th natal day when things got too much for me to palm. Our postiche parents had given us some money so we could do something for our birthday every year up till then. But that meter, it seemed like they'd just forgotten. We came habitation from school, really excited about what we could do this year. We'd even got a really good programme about it once we got through the door. Our fervor didn't go down well. And the especial day just turned into another ordinary bicycle day. Shouting, arguing, Scott even got a whack in the face for just step. We were both devastated, but as usual both expressed in unlike mode. Sir Walter Scott was infuriated, and I once again had a dolourous fit in bed that night. It was the worst day of my life. I was generally convinced I would derail from the 8th storey 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 teardrop stopped and didn't fight against him. He recoiled back and we stared at each other's eyes. I couldn't believe it, my first 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 care for us as lots 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 osculation this clock time. I've never kissed anyone else before, so I can only assume he is a seriously right mug. I can think back getting a fantastic wizard in my pj's shorts. It didn't assistant with Dred Scott really pushing against me though. He felt warm and hard underneath his trunks, and he was gently pressing it against me. It felt really good though ; almost like something was about to bust from my shorts.

Robert Scott then took off his top, and even for a 14 year old he looked extremely fit. The many hr of laps around Hackney and karate in the gym really paid off. I felt a twinge of jealousy in my privates. I then reached up with my custody to fondle his masculine shape. He had massive musculus pectoralis 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 body ; he could severalise I was jealous. All he did was pant and look deep into my eyes. I was his Old brother, and he loved me.

He then took appreciation of my shaky deal. He guided it down to his boxers, 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 unearthly to know that I was giving my comrade a handjob, but I loved him and I loved his reaction to it even more. I can remember 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 play with the oral sex as it was more tender. So I did and his short circuit got break.
After kissing me some more he went down to examine my own foul-up. I didn't face as big as him when he pulled the framework 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 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 peter. Oh yeah, it was Scott who taught me these news then too.

It felt like heaven, I couldn't believe it. It was my first blowjob but I automatically knew that Winfield Scott was a very good cocksucker. He wrapped his hand around the foot of my cock and started to pump my cock while the head was in his mouth. As he sucked on my putz I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. Winfield Scott loved it too, every so often he'd growling with my cock in his back talk. Soon I couldn't take it much longer and I was cumming in his rima oris. I was lost for words as I saw my twin swallow every live on drop.

He took my script, as he slyly grinned and licked his face dry. I can remember him looking into my middle as he offered to fuck me. My arrant adoration was translated into total lust for my stud 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 perfect ecstasy as he forced his pith inside me. He simply let one hot pant run down my neck, and I had to bite at my crony's intemperate neck to stop myself screaming too loud. He didn't feel the pain in the neck ; he was too busy forcing 8 inches of dick up my ass. Even while we were at the pinnacle 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 absolute heaven ! The fiery clash inside me drove my cock into a spewing overload. What was I later learned as precum soaked my waist. Scott noticed rent roll down my boldness and he once again asked if I was alright. I told him that they were rip of joy. What was a couple of hours ago accomplished perdition, had become the upright dark of my life.

Scott then retreated from me a sprayed a Brobdingnagian warhead over me. The heat was so hearty, and so was seeing Scott evince his touch sensation over me in a terrific way. He even took the tariff of licking me clean again. I never thought I'd see him enjoy the taste of his own sperm ... Once he'd finished, he just rested his head on my shoulder, and we fell suddenly into peace. The transformation was quite startling ; my brother was earlier such a frenzy of endocrine. Yet now he was back to his peaceful loving self. A buddy of two amazing face, I was in lovemaking ...

This seemed to set a case in point for the night to number. Every night when one of us was feeling lower than normal, we'd experimentation further. By the clock time it came to our 15th natal day, we'd done pretty lots everything, even sneaking in toys so we knew everything there was to know. It never got drill, it was new every night and it always felt gravel. I genuinely started to think life sentence wasn't going too badly with my pal at hand.

But I was wrong. thing started to sprain for the high-risk. I can never forget that feeling when Scott told me he had a beau from schooling. I was heartbroken, but then I wasn't surprised. My sidekick was the fittest guy I've seen in my life, and he's really sweet too. I ended up crying myself to catch some Z's, and Scott seemed disappointed I didn't want him to fuck me again.

I felt really bad for the next two weeks. I couldn't believe my own brother left me. I kept getting worried he'd suffer 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 power point where he started to get bored of my questions.

Then I got the shock of my life. For some reason, I forget what ; Scott had got home before me ; early enough for him to suffer sneaked his young man in and got themselves both defenseless with Scott's rooster in his boyfriend's back talk. My heart shattered. I was physically frozen on the spot with electrical shock. George C. Scott looked it too ; with an equally surprised case on he blew a Brobdingnagian load into his new partner's mouth. With him silenced Scott had some explaining to do. It would take come pretty strong words for him to dig himself out of this one. But what he actually did was ask round me to tease his new young man, by showing him what we had done many night before. The idea of really tormenting the guy unit stole George C. Scott from me actually quite got to me. I instantly went from shock to horny, and I was hard before Scott had got my clothes off.

The new guy, who I was introduced to as Declan ; was nowhere near the amount of hot pants as my comrade, although once he got it out, he really did bear a nice hawkshaw ; very fat and looked thoroughly to taste ! He really knew how to pump it too ; he worked it up so it was practically exploding even while Winfield Scott and I were just kissing. What must it have been like for him ? Two versions of his beau having hardcore sex in front line of him !

It felt different putting a display on for someone else, but I had the satisfaction of knowing that my brother still wanted sex with me. Our love life felt completely restored after sucking each other off, him licking my ass and pounding me to seventh heaven. He even said that Nox 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 daylight after that and I got another much harder shock of my biography. 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 give another cock sucking to him ! I went to find him on his bed, but not how I ever thought I'd catch him. Just like last sentence there was someone else with him. And just like live time my nitty-gritty shattered at the sight ; but a lot, lot harder. It was a girl who was with him. He had his face buried in her upturned chick, and he was groaning madly as if he was enjoying it more than anything. unsound still I was so quiet they didn't notice me at first, and I had to endure seeing my buddy taking pleasure from a girl.

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