When Harry picked me up the following Saturday afternoon, he seemed downright jolly, and even more animated than usual. He told me he was excited to have his niece Rachel for the weekend, after not seeing her for two years.
I interrupted him at that point to tell him I had permission to sleep over night at a friend’s house, so he could have me until Sunday night if he wanted. This seemed to please him, and he smiled widely, nodded his head, and winked at me.
Harry went on to explain that Rachel had lived with him for over a year, when she was 11. Rachel’s dad died when she was 2, and her mother (Harry’s sister) became gravely ill when Rachel was 10. Rachel had come to live with Uncle Harry while her mother recovered and convalesced.
He began taking photographs of her almost every day. Even at 11 years old, she had a magical quality about her that had beautifully blossomed since then. Harry spoke of her almost reverently, like he was in the presence of a Goddess. Rachel became very comfortable in front of Uncle Harry’s camera, and she looked forward to their now almost daily photo shoots after supper each night.
Rachel was open to just about any suggestions that her beloved Uncle Harry could come up with, and Harry was very creative, as usual. She was so open minded and trusting, that she quickly became enmeshed in Uncle Harry’s fantasy world. Besides her being introduced to an entire world of deviant sex, she actually became quite a poised model. In fact, he said, they just finished up a photo session right before he came to pick me up. He told me she was still in her make-up and dress from the shoot, and she was looking better than he had ever remembered.
As we entered Harry’s apartment, he introduced me to Rachel, and I uttered a weak hello in her direction, as I busied myself with taking off my winter coat. As Harry walked our coats to the closet, I turned toward Rachel, and my jaw dropped down to my chest. She was sitting on the couch with her legs folded sideways in front of her body. Her slinky black dress had ridden up her bare thigh and up over her more than ample ass cheek, revealing her smooth pink pussy peeking out behind her legs.
I was immediately and literally dumbstruck. My eyes were as big as saucers. Then, it got worse. Once I was able to pry my eyes away from her exposed girl parts, I took in the view of her face and head. She had the most angelic face. Her big blue eyes were set apart slightly, her nose was perfect, and she was smiling at me brightly with her full lips and her flawless teeth. I could tell her features were accented with makeup, but it was subtle and understated.
Her hair was light brown, long, and flowing over her shoulders. To add insult to injury, as they say, she wore a gold ribbon in her hair. It kind of symbolized her standing as Miss Queen Beautiful.
As my stunned eyes surveyed the rest of her body, I just shook my head in awe. She was tall and slender, with medium sized breasts, and a skinny little waist that gave way to full hips, and a tight, round ass. Her thin, smooth legs went on forever, culminating in a pair of black spiked heels.
I was confused, though. I had a hard time reconciling the fact that, from the neck up she looked like a ten year old cherub, but from the neck down, she could easily pass for twenty. I envisioned myself kneeling in front of her, bowing down, and humbly taking her delicate feet in my hands and kissing them, first one then the other. I might have actually done it, if only I could have moved from my chair. So, now I was not only speechless, but catatonic as well. What a great first impression.
I was temporarily saved from further awkwardness when Harry came into the living room with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. He bent over and kissed Rachel on the lips, and sat down on the couch beside her. As he went about opening the bottle, he proudly bragged on his niece, and called her his little treasure. Rachel expressed how good it was to be there, after not seeing Uncle Harry for so long. She paused, looked up at the ceiling, and smiled broadly as she recalled some past memories, and quietly mumbled something about “those parties”. I could see that she was beginning to blush.
I sat back in my chair, sipping champagne, and I listened to Harry and Rachel reminisce about their times together. It was obvious there was real love and affection, mutually felt. I had a thousand thoughts racing through my head. When Rachel muttered about “those parties”, was she referring to the type of party I attended last weekend? It boggled my already fragile senses.
I also had a strange feeling that I had seen her somewhere before. Obviously, I had never met her in real life, because I’m positive I would have remembered her. I watched Rachel as she swung her legs down off the sofa, and slumped back into the cushions. She hooked her spiked heels on the edge of the coffee table, and she shimmied her body down towards her feet until she was comfortable. At least that made one of us. I felt like I should grab my eyeballs and put them back in their sockets before they popped out completely and dropped on the floor. Her sheer black mini dress was now almost up to her waist, concealing nothing. Even though her legs were closed, I now had a full view up and down the total length of her legs, and there was that little pink pussy winking at me from underneath her legs. I gulped down the last of my champagne, and held my glass out for Harry to refill it. As I settled back down to listen to more stories, I could feel my pulse rate slow somewhat, and I began to feel a little more functional. The feeling didn’t last long. I felt both sets of their eyes on me at once. Uncle Harry nodded towards me and told Rachel that I was the young man he was telling her about. She smiled approvingly, and agreed that I was as cute as Uncle Harry said I was.
I could feel my face redden when I felt the spotlight on me. I smiled sheepishly. Rachel asked me what I did with my time when I wasn’t in school, and I managed to squeak out something about working at the supermarket in the evenings. Emboldened, I returned her gesture at small talk by asking her where she was for the two years she didn’t see Harry. As Harry beamed and stuck out his chest, Rachel told me that she had been all around the world. Doing what? I blurted out. Oh, modeling, of course, she replied nonchalantly.
Harry couldn’t hold back at that point, and took over the story from there. It seemed that, when Rachel lived with him, Harry put together a pretty decent portfolio of his best photographs of her and sent them out to several modeling agencies. Within weeks, he was getting calls about her, and soon they were off to New York City. Rachel wowed the agency people, and she breezed through her auditions. She had bookings lined up by the dozens, and off she went. Harry couldn’t leave his work, so he hired a matronly woman recommended by the agency to be Rachel’s temporary guardian and tutor.
Rachel modeled fashions in L.A., Paris, London, you name it. She made it onto the covers of Seventeen, Elle, and appeared on last month’s edition of Glamour. Then it hit me. I remembered my eyes catching sight of a magnificent, chaste, innocent face on one of the magazine covers on the rack by the checkout line at the supermarket where I worked. I was busy at the time, and had just caught a glimpse of her face. I had made a mental note to go back and check her out later, which I never did. I recalled the bold orange lettering above her head that read GLAMOUR. Needless to say, I was dumbstruck all over again.
Here I was sitting in the same room with a half naked cover girl model, and I was paralyzed. I had never even tried to talk with any of the cute girls at my school, much less dated anyone yet. I was in awe of beautiful young girls, and now I was close enough to one that I could have reached out and touched her, if I could have moved. Luckily, Harry came to my rescue once again.
He explained that his daily photo shoots with her started to get kind of stale, and they thought of ways to spice things up a little. Rachel was completely uninhibited around her uncle, and it seemed natural that she would suggest she take her clothes off for his camera. Uncle Harry went with it, naturally, and soon they took all the nude shots they could think of, in all the poses possible, with all the props imaginable. That’s where the toys came in. Once he introduced Rachel to all the multitudes of sex toys available, they took their photo sessions to a whole new level. Rachel took to the sex toys like they were Barbie dolls. She was anxious to try them all, and Uncle Harry generously obliged.
When they finally tired of each other, Uncle Harry suggested it might be fun if he invited some of his photography buddies over, and they could have a group photo session. It would give her some idea of what it would be like if she was a glamour model. Rachel enthusiastically agreed, and thus began the first of Harry’s famous parties.
So, my nastiest thoughts had been confirmed. Rachel not only attended the same type of Harry’s parties that I did, but she also starred in the very first one. The realization completely boggled my mind. An infinite number of possibilities competed for space in my overwhelmed brain, and finally I just shook my head quickly in an attempt to clear my head. It was a nice idea, but what happened next just blew my gray matter to smithereens.
I heard Harry ask Rachel if she wanted to show me some of her goodness that made her famous. She giggled as she stood up facing me. Harry turned her around, then, he dragged the coffee table away, and he told me to pull my chair up closer to the sofa. As I maneuvered my chair closer, Rachel bent over and put her hands on the seat of the sofa. I slumped hard into my chair like a rag doll, as I watched Harry slip her dress up to her waist, and start rubbing her wiggling ass with both hands. Rachel threw her hair back and let out a low moan. I was a complete puddle, and I felt a rush of electricity go up my spine and appear to streak out the top of my head.
Rachel had the most beautiful round ass I had ever seen in all the naked porn pictures in my life. Her pussy lips jutted out from under her legs, and it was as pink and pure as the day she was born. The only hair anywhere on her whole body was her eyebrows, and the hair on the top of her head. I gasped as I watched Harry coax her legs farther apart, and immediately stick two of his meaty fingers right up inside her eager pussy. Rachel moaned again, and pressed her undulating ass cheeks against his hand. As Harry massaged the inner walls of her glistening pussy, I could feel myself getting light-headed, and my breathing grew heavy.
Harry turned toward me, and asked me if I’d like to feel Rachel’s tight little ass. Of course I did, I thought to myself, and I would surely do so, if I hadn’t passed out and fell sideways off my chair and onto the floor in a pitiful heap.
“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 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 driver and his exploited housewife. Awful 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 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 birth 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 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 better. 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 fake parents would threaten me, he’d be there to defend 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 fake parents giving him a hard time as a baby. I was apparently their favourite as I cried less. He even showed me a deep scar on the back of his head where our fake father 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 hell of a life. But he’s so strong now; he could probably throw our fake father to his death. He must have 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 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 Scott came to the rescue and managed to push me into the sofa 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 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 left. He genuinely felt it was his duty to protect us from the monsters that were our fake parents.
Of course we didn’t just sit there and take it. Every night, 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 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 channels it into his intense work outs he does after school. I’m really envious of him; I look so pathetic every time I cry that our lives are a nightmare; and he can just stand it, so heroic and brave. He’s just so amazing…
It was our 14th birthdays when things got too much for me to handle. Our fake parents had given us some money so we could do something for our birthdays every year up till then. But that time, it seemed like they’d just forgotten. We came home from school, really excited about what we could do this year. We’d even got a really good 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 good measure. We were both devastated, but as usual both expressed in different ways. Scott was furious, and I once again had a tearful fit in bed that night. It was the worst day of my life. 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 cheek, 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 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 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 good kisser. I can remember getting a fantastic sensation in my pyjama shorts. 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 year old he looked extremely fit. The many hours 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 frame. He had massive 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 gasp and look deep into my eyes. I was his older brother, and he loved me.
He then took hold of my shivering 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 cock. 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 remember rubbing my hands 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 sensitive. So I did and his shorts got damp.
After kissing me some more he went down to examine my own boner. I didn’t look 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 good 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 good from the outside. 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 Scott who taught me these words then too.
It felt like heaven, I couldn’t believe it. It was my first blowjob but I automatically knew that Scott was a very good cocksucker. He wrapped his hand around the base of my cock and started to pump my cock while the head was in his mouth. As he sucked on my cock I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. 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 swallow every last drop.
He took my hand, as he slyly grinned and licked his face dry. I can remember him looking into my eyes as he offered to fuck me. My complete 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 pure ecstasy 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 loud. 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 lust, 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 fiery friction inside me drove my cock into a spewing overload. What was I later learned as precum soaked my waist. 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 hours ago complete hell, had become the best night of my life.
Scott then retreated from me a sprayed a huge load over me. The warmth was so satisfying, and so was seeing Scott express his feelings over me in a fantastic way. He even took the duty 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 hormones. Yet now he was back to his peaceful loving self. A brother of two amazing sides, I was in love…
This seemed to set a precedent for the night 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 much everything, even sneaking in toys so we knew everything there was to know. It never got boring, 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 turn 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, and he’s really sweet too. I ended up crying myself to sleep, 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 have sex with this new guy instead of me. The thought just made it worse. 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 life. For some reason, I forget what; Scott had got home before me; early enough for him to have sneaked his boyfriend in and got themselves both naked with Scott’s cock in his boyfriend’s mouth. My heart shattered. I was physically frozen on the spot with shock. Scott looked it too; with an equally surprised face on he blew a huge 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 invite me to tease his new boyfriend, by showing him what we had done many nights 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 hard before Scott had got my clothes off.
The new guy, who I was introduced to as Declan; was nowhere near the amount of hotness as my brother, although once he got it out, he really did have a nice 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 Scott and I were just kissing. What must it have been like for him? Two versions of his boyfriend 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 happy I had to do it again.
The feeling 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 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 blowjob to him! I went to find him on his bed, but not how I ever thought I’d catch him. Just like last time 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 girl who was with him. He had his face 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 girl.
Tears 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 boyfriend. I thought I could look 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 join in now; he saw the pain he caused in me. I simply couldn’t believe it. My life had shattered right in front of my eyes…