Lucky Chances

Chapter 6

Chance and I head upstairs and rock out on Smash Brothers a while longer, cracking up laughing and making all kinds of noise. After a while, his mom comes up and checks in on us.

"Are y'all doin' okay in here?" she says in her Southern accent.

"Yeah, Mama, we're good," Chance calls back as he smashes me off the stage and pauses the game. He stands up, apparently knowing what she came upstairs for. I follow suit.

"We're headed to bed. Don't stay up too late, okay? I know that you two are still getting to know each other, but we've got plenty of time for that, so get good sleep, okay?"

"Yes, Mama," he says in an exasperated voice. "Good night." He goes and hugs her.

She looks to me and smiles. "It was very nice to meet you, Luke. I look forward to seeing you more often."

"You too," I say after an awkward pause. Um, do I hug her? How is this supposed to work? I offer my hands in a hug gesture, which she smiles at and happily squeezes me. Bear hugs apparently run in the family, but I have to admit, it's kinda nice; even though I'm not usually a hug person, it's different with these people. Also, I usually don't have boobs in my face unless it's a holiday and we're talking to my dads' relatives, but hey--they're soft. She wishes us goodnight again and heads downstairs. We finish the round of Smash Brothers that we were playing (he totally blew me out of the water), and he turns to me and says, "All right, I think I'm done for now. I wanna get to know more about you."

"Uh, okay," I reply, putting the controller away. "Like what?"

He hops up on the queen-size guest bed and pats it, inviting me up. Strangely, it's higher than a normal bed, so I actually have to, like, jump a little to make sure I can sit on it. Sucks being small, sometimes. Anyway, I do so, and he says, "I dunno, like everything. I feel like we should get to know each other like brothers. You know, like all the stuff."

"Geez, I mean where do we start?"

"Hm." He thinks a moment. "I mean I guess we could just take turns asking questions."

"You mean like Truth or Dare?" My friend (whom I had the crush on) told me about playing that with his friends, and it always ended up sexual. The thought sends blood to my cheeks and to, well, you know.

"Yeah, kinda! Yeah, let's do it that way!" He smiles excitedly. I sit awkwardly, the pressure of my awkward boner making a lump in my khakis that I try to hide as best I can. He says, "You go first!"

"Uh, wait, you mean I ask or I answer?"

"Truth or Dare?" he asks me, holding an invisible microphone to my mouth.

I wouldn't dare Dare. "Truth," I say quickly.

"Oh," he says, almost disappointed-sounding. "Um, so...what's life like in Connecticut?"

"Cooler," I say confidently. "Way cooler. Like, the temperature, I mean. Other than that, I mean I guess it's like down here. I went to school, I played with friends. You know. Not crazy different. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," he answers.

I take a silent moment to consider my options, but the first burning question to pop in my mind is, "Why are you so damn popular?"

He gets this weird look, like I just spoke a bunch of gibberish. "Me? Popular? Pff, not really. I--"

"Nah, nuh-uh-uh," I scold him with a wagging finger. "I had to deal with too many kids calling me 'Chance' to believe that. A ton of people know you here. If this school is anything like my last one was, I was the weird, awkward short kid with big ears and red hair, the 'Soulless Ginger Nerd.' Why--how...I mean, you know. How did you get so popular?"

"Oh." He scratches the side of his neck. "So I used to be basically the same way, really shy and nobody talked to me, all that, a couple years ago. But...I guess I got tired of being called a 'nerd,' so I started watching the cool kids to see why they're so cool and all. So I started basically acting like them, and, I dunno, it worked. I just started making jokes and acting really friendly to the new people, and even some of the old ones, and soon everybody was like, hey, he's pretty cool." He shrugs.

I roll my eyes and groan. "You make it sound so easy," I say with a sigh. "I just can't say the right things when I want to. It's so much easier to write things down. I sound way better when I write."

"Now see, that's something I can't do worth crap," Chance admits. "Like I said, I hate writing even a paragraph. It always comes out stupid-sounding. Like, if the teacher would just let me talk the answers out, I'd be okay." I make a sort of 'mm' sound, not really sure what else to say. He asks, "Truth or Dare?"

"Look," I sigh irritatedly, "let's just drop the 'T or D' thing and ask each other stuff."

He stares blankly at me. "That was your idea."

I scratch my head, trying to hide my irritation at myself. "Really, I just don't want to do anything Dare-like, and I don't even know what I'd make someone else do. I'm sorry. I'm just being stupid. Me and my stupid mouth again."

"No, it's fine, dude!" Chance says with a giggle. "I'm not mad or anything, just...anyway, it's my turn to ask a question. So, you said you write stories. What kind?"

"What? Oh, you know..." I get super nervous talking about my writing. He won't take that for an answer, though, so I finally say, "Um, fantasy, sometimes? Like, kinda like superhero things, but with kids instead of adults. Like, imagine if you had a superpower. What would you choose?"

"Flight," he says without hesitation. "I'd look all cool floating down the street, bein' all, 'Bow before me!' and stuff. You?"

"...Invisibility." I don't care to explain. Thankfully, he doesn't ask me to; he probably knows, anyway. I hate being the center of attention. "So..." I stammer, "when I said I was adopted, did you think of me...any differently?"

He gives me his confused look again. "No. Why?"

"N-no reason. It's just...the bullies back home used to make fun of me for it, and for having two dads. Said I was gonna 'grow up to be a fag like my dads.' I'm okay with being adopted, but it always made me on my guard."

"You know," Chance remarks, "your old school sounds like it sucked."

I sit and think about it. It was literally the only school I'd been to--the primary and the secondary campuses were connected by the same parking lot--and other than the weirdness that started out here, I haven't seen any of the crap that happened over there yet. "I...guess so. I liked my friends, though."

"Yeah." He hesitates.

"It's your turn to ask," I remind him.

He kinda shrinks inward just a little bit, as if the question he's going to ask is embarrassing. "Um..." he starts out, "Have you ever, you know...messed around with anyone before?"

I immediately feel strangely dizzy when he asks me that. I really can't tell if I'm excited or panicking. I try to say "No," even though I know that's not true, but I don't want to admit to it, but I don't want to lie, either; all that comes out, though, is, "N-n...um, wh-what do you mean?" Well. I might as well have just yelled, 'YES!' for as good as I am at lying.

He has this weird look in his eyes; I can't quite figure out what he's thinking, but he's looking around like he can't find the words he's trying to say. He opens his mouth, but it takes a few seconds for words to come out. "So, my friends and I...we joke a lot about sex and stuff, and girls, and I--I don't know why I'm telling you this, but--like, a couple of them talk about how they already had sex, and I'm pretty sure they're lying, but like, I dunno. I mean, I'm popular, but I've never, y'know." By this time, he's hunched over like he's trying to protect himself, and his face matches his hair. "You know what, forget I asked it. Just--it's your turn."

I realize right then that he's not so different from me. Underneath that cool, popular exterior, he's just an anxious, unsure...me. "I have, um, 'messed around' with someone before." He immediately perks up and looks at me. I tell him the story of my friend and all that, and how we jerked off together to porn. I leave out the part where I really wish we did more.

He stays silent, but not like scared or anything, more like, I guess just thinking. I decide that, since we broke that barrier, I go for broke. "Do you ever jack off?"

"What? No!" He sounds disgusted by the idea.

Confused, I say, "Um, can I ask why not?"

"'Cuz that's weird," he says.

Honestly, I personally know that people aren't supposed to talk about it, but I live with two men, and when Papa Davy opened my bedroom door one day and caught me on the bed jacking off, we had that whole awkward birds-and-the-bees conversation; my dads said that it's normal and natural to masturbate, that it's actually healthy, it's my business, and don't make any stains. It was super awkward and embarrassing, but at least I know that they know to knock on my door now, and nobody is pretending one way or the other in our house. Also, we had this stupid sex-ed class in 7th grade where they showed us how our bodies were going to change, and all the STDs we could get if we did stupid things, so it's old news to me.

I shrug and tell Chance, "Actually, it's healthy to do. It's supposed to make sure everything keeps working down there." I mean, I'm just guessing, really, but what other kind of 'healthy' would it be?

He gives me the 'I don't believe you' look, but asks, "...Really?"

"Well, that's what they say." I didn't say who said that, but yeah.

"...Huh." He takes a while to think about that one. I adjust the way I'm sitting again, because all this talk about jacking off is giving me another stiffy. He suddenly drops to a really quiet voice and asks, "Then, uh...can I ask a really embarrassing question?"

"Sure," I reply, though I'm not entirely sure, to be honest.

"How do you, you know...jack off?"

I'm really not sure what he's trying to ask here, so I say, "Me personally?"

"Like, at all." He keeps looking around, mostly at everything else except for me, but occasionally glances back to look at my face.

"You mean you don't know?!" I reply a lot louder than I mean to.

"You know what – nevermind," he says as he starts to turn away and get up.

I quickly add, "Sorry! No no no, I didn't mean to make it a big deal. Please." I put my hand on his knee to keep him in place; he stops, sighs, and sits down. "It's just...have you never seen someone jack off, like in porn?"

He starts picking at a fingernail and mutters, "I've never watched porn."

"Not even on your phone?"

"Dude, if my parents found out I looked at porn on my phone, I wouldn't get it back until I was 18!"

I stop and think about the fact that I'd never looked at porn until my friend showed me, and he's probably too embarrassed to ask his friends. I wouldn't look at porn on my phone, either, 'cuz if anyone ever found out, I'd be bullied way worse than I ever was. I can see why Chance is so scared to do it. I mean, he's basically me.

I take a deep breath. Am I really about to do this? "So, when you jack off, you basically just move your hand up and down your dick until you cum. I mean, that's pretty much it." I mime the motion in mid-air with one hand to emphasize, feeling both stupid and turned on at the same time.

"Like, how long does it take before you, you know?" As he asks the question, he leans forward as if asking a secret question, but then he reaches down and adjusts himself. I catch a glimpse of the lump of his erection as he moves it to point upward, like I do.

"I mean, it depends. Like, on how horny I am or what I'm thinking about."

At this point he gets very quiet. There's a long pause before anyone says anything, but then we both speak at the same time. "Okay, I just have to--" he says as I say, "What's the mat--?" We stop and laugh nervously, and I ask, "What were you going to say?"

He takes in a deep breath. "So you know how they say twins think alike and all that?"

"Yeah," I say, having seen plenty of evidence of that already.

"You promise you won't hate me or tell anyone?"

"About what?"

"About what I'm going to ask."

I look back and forth, trying to think about what he could possibly ask. "I promise."

"Do you...think you might be gay, too?"

Oh my God, he just asked that question. "Look, just because my dads are gay doesn't make me automatically gay."

"Oh right, duh," he says. "I didn't even think about them." He seems relieved.

"W-wait," I stammer, "Then who did you mean, 'too'?"

Suddenly, he seems very small, almost like a little brother instead of a twin. "Since you have gay parents, I guess I can, well...I haven't ever told anyone, but when my friends are all talking about going and 'fucking bitches' and all that, I kinda...I, uh, don't like girls. That way. I like boys." Oh shit. Of course. Why didn't I think about that? If I'm--well, if I like guys, then it makes sense that he would, too. He quickly adds, "Don't ever tell anybody! I mean it!"

"I do too." There. I said it. "I've never said that to anybody, either."

"What?!" he says, eyes open huge. "No way!" Then he stops, furrows his brow, and asks, "You mean you haven't told your dads? Why not?"

"I..." I sigh. "I don't want to disappoint them."

"What the heck are you talking about? They wouldn't care. They are gay, right?"

"I'm not gay," I say, and then quickly add, "I mean, I think I like girls too."

He thinks about it for a moment. "I don't think I do at all. Like, even thinking about a naked girl doesn't really give me a boner or anything."

"I mean, well…" Wait. I take a moment to think about naked girls, like those pin-ups and all that, and some of the dirty magazines that my friend found with his dad's DVDs, and he's right--I don't really find that interesting. But wait--when I was watching the straight porn, I was totally into it...but--oh. That was with my crush, and there were guys in the porn, too. I was really only watching them, wasn't I? "...Huh. God, I'm an idiot."

"What do you mean?"

It takes me a second to even realize I said that last thought out loud. "Actually, now that I really think about it, I think I am just gay. I just...don't want my dads to think that they, like, made me turn out gay or something."

Chance laughs. "...Really, dude? That's what you're scared of?"

"What?" I say defensively.

"Well, I'm gay, and they didn't raise me."

"Well, yeah, but, it's not like I'm gonna be all, "Hey dads! I'm gay, but so is my brother so it's not you guys' fault!"

Chance starts cracking up laughing. "Your face when you do that!" He begins to squeak-laugh, like we do, except not nearly as annoyingly as mine.

"But no, seriously," I say, trying to calm him down, "if they find out I'm gay, I'm afraid that they'll still blame themselves somehow, like...I dunno. Maybe I'm over-thinking this."

"Yeah, maybe a little." His tone is sarcastic as heck.

Another long silence. Then, he asks, slowly and quietly, "Would...you..." He stops and takes off his shirt. "Would you show me what you did with your friend? I've always been way too scared to ask my friends to do things like that. I'm afraid I'll, y'know, lose all of them."

Oh God. Oh God oh man oh shit. I all of a sudden feel like Scott, and all of my pepperoni pieces just hit the floor. I say, as awkwardly as ever, "Yes. I, yeah. Sure. Yeah." I quickly take off my shirt and unbuckle my belt, but I stop before I remove my pants. "This is for real, right?"

He unbuckles his own belt and unbuttons his pants. Unzipping them, he says, "Yeah."

"Okay," I say, swinging my legs over the bed so I can stand up and take my pants off. He jumps off as well, and we both hesitate, staring at each other, holding our pants at our hips.

"You first," he says.

"Let's both do it together, so neither one has to go first."

"Okay. On the count of 3?"

I narrow my eyes at him. "You mean like 1, 2, go, or 1, 2, 3, go?"

"The second one."

We both brace ourselves, standing straight up, hands on our pants. We count together, "1, 2, 3, go!" and we shove our pants down to our ankles. We stand back up and look at each other, and the sight is both brand-new and familiar. I've looked at myself in the mirror this way before, standing just in my briefs, though usually it's just to hate on the way I look. Now, though, looking at him, it seems to mean so much more, like, I dunno, like it's totally different now that it's someone else's body. What's no big surprise is that we're both pointing straight up and completely hard, making a symmetrical shape in our briefs--well, my briefs, his boxer briefs--of a nice tight sack and straight, hard dick, both of us almost poking out of the top of our underwear. It's crazy sexy.

Well, it's now or never. "Here, let me do yours and you can do mine." I take a step forward and kneel down, grabbing the sides of his briefs carefully. He just looks down and moves his hands out of the way, watching. I pull down slowly and seductively on the legs of his boxer briefs, but the waistband catches the head of his dick and pulls it down. I try to jiggle it free without letting go of the legs, but just as I pull down a little more, his dick slips free from the briefs and flicks the underside of my nose as it springs back into place by his belly, leaving a cold, wet trail on my nose.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry!" he says, half horrified, half laughing. "Are you okay?!"

I wipe my nose off and taste it. "It's salty."

"Ew! Really, dude?!"

"What, it's not like it's pee or anything."

"Well, I know that, but..."

I laugh a little bit and pull his underwear down his smooth, slender legs; he steps out of them once I reach his feet. Before I get up, I get a good look at his dick. It's literally a mirror of mine: a little under 4 inches, about a quarter in width, and he's apparently circumcised, too. I think he may even have a freckle in the same spot on his balls that I do, just on the other side. For some reason, looking at his, I realize that the heads of our dicks are kinda big, at least from what I remember seeing on those porn videos. I mean, their dicks were like a million inches long, and super thick, but their heads weren't, like, as big compared to the shaft part as ours are.

As I stand up, he says, "My turn," and kneels down in front of me. Learning from my mistake, he pulls my undies forward to let go of my dick before he pulls them down. He gets close enough that I can feel his breath on my balls, and it sends a shudder through my entire body. I step out of my briefs and we look at each other again for a long moment.

"Okay, sit down on the bed," I instruct, and we both hop back up on the bed. Sitting next to each other, dicks pointing straight at our chins, legs both spread just enough so that we're not scrunching our balls up, I put my hand on my dick. It's just big enough that I can wrap all of my fingers around it and still have the head and a little bit poking out of my grip. "It's really super easy. All you have to do is grip it like this and then pull up and down, so that your skin moves up and down the shaft, like this." I demonstrate, showing him that the skin can move a decent bit.

As I demonstrate for a few strokes, he watches with complete attention, and then he grabs his own and starts doing the same thing. After a few of his own strokes, he says, "Wow, that feels good."

Watching him stroke makes me all the hornier, but I don't want to just go crazy jacking off right now. I'm a teacher right now, so I need to teach, right? We do that for a minute, stroking slowly, not saying anything to each other. I mention, "If it, you know, starts to get sore or whatever--sometimes I jack off too much or too hard--you can use conditioner on it. It feels really good. Oh, but don't use soap! It burns if it gets in your pee-hole. Like, bad."

Chance grimaces. "Ow, I bet!" We stroke for a few moments longer, and he asks, "Can I, um, do yours?" He offers his other hand.

"Uh...yeah, sure!" I've never been touched like that by anyone else before, and now my twin brother, who I for some really stupid, crazy, messed-up reason have a crush on, wants to jack me off? I move my hand out of the way and he very softly takes my dick and moves his hand up and down on it. His hand is cold at first, making my balls shrink up a bit, but soon the thrill of feeling someone else giving me a hand job makes me forget everything else.

"Wow, it's starting to feel really good," he says, looking at his own dick.

"Well, wait, you don't wanna cum just yet," I point out. "I, uh, wanted to try some other things."

He takes his hands off our dicks. "Like what?"

I mean, we've gone this far, so what the heck, right? "Um, so I watched some things on porn with my friend, and I wanted to try maybe giving you a blow job."

"You mean, like, suck my dick?" He seems amazed that I'd say that.

I nod. "I mean, if that's okay. I've never had the chance to try it, and I kinda always wanted to." Yeah, for some reason that wasn't enough evidence for me to realize I'm gay--every time I watched a blow job video, I came while thinking of being the one doing the blowing.

"Yeah, go ahead," he says. I direct him to swing his legs up on the bed and lean back on his elbows, so I can get between his legs. I take his dick in my hand and slowly lick up the bottom side of it. He immediately twitches and says "Holy shit dude, that feels cool." I smile at him over his dick and pop the head in my mouth. It's kinda big, and I have to be very careful not to put my teeth on it, but I start moving my lips and tongue just a little bit over the top of it. It definitely tastes like precum, and he keeps making more of it.

He sucks in a shuddering deep breath and holds it, eventually saying, "Wow...that's awesome."

I kinda wish I could go farther down on it, but every time I do, I almost feel like I'm going to gag, so I don't try it. As I'm sucking him, though, I notice this smell, not like armpit or gross, but like, kind of like when they call a cologne "Mountain Breeze" or something stupid? Like that clean, open smell? I dunno, smells are super weird to describe, but his crotch smells like that, and for some reason, it really turns me on. I suck him a little longer, and then I say, "Okay, you do me now."

"Um, okay," he says, and we switch positions. The first thing I feel, though, is teeth scraping across my head. "Ow, ow, watch out for the teeth!" I say quickly.

He pops his mouth off my dick to say "Oh, sorry!" and tries again. He just moves his lips up and down on it, keeping his mouth as open as he can. It feels okay, but it would be better with some tongue, I bet. Oh well. I lean back and moan, enjoying the feelings. About a minute later, he comes back up for air and says, "This is kinda hurting my jaw. Can we go back to jacking off?"

"Um, well," I stutter, "I was thinking maybe, um, we could, you know." Real smooth, Luke.

"We could what?" he asks innocently.

I sit up on my knees, dick throbbing painfully at the thought of what I'm about to suggest. "Have...sex."

"You mean," he says, and pauses. "Like, sex sex?"

"Yeah." I scoot a little bit closer. "Like, maybe I could do you and then show you what it feels like, and you could do me." Even though I've never done it, I still have to look like I know what I'm doing. And, I mean, I did watch one anal sex video and even though it was straight porn, it can't be that different, right?

He thinks about it, and the intense throbbing in his dick gives his thoughts away. "Okay," he says tentatively. "What do I have to do?"

"Just lean back." I have used toys in my butt a couple of times, like I had this one vibrating pen that drew squiggly lines, and it was amazing. Point is, I've had some practice getting things in there. Chance leans back, and I suck on one my middle finger for a moment, getting it nice and wet. I slowly put it up to Chance's butthole and push softly. (This is one of the only times I'm glad I bite my nails, 'cuz I barely have any left on that finger, so I can't scratch him on accident.)

He immediately clenches down on it and says, "Hey!"

"Relax," I say soothingly, "just relax. I do this to myself all the time." I push the finger all the way in and twist it around a bit, moving it in and out. Chance goes from 'tight and clenched' to 'moaning and loose' in only like 10 seconds. I know how he feels...I love butt-play, I admit it. "Okay," I say. "Ready for another finger?"

His response is, "Go slow." Wow, he's really getting into this.

I look down and notice I've been making a small wet spot on the comforter with my precum. Oops. I pull that finger out, suck on my pointer finger with it, and this time scoop up some of the precum that I'm dripping and rub that on my fingers. Then I slowly put them both in, stopping as Chance gasps a little, and only moving when he relaxes his sphincter (I love that word, by the way: 'sphincter'). Eventually, I get both fingers in and do the same thing, twisting them back and forth, moving them in and out, occasionally curling them and touching the inside walls with them. Then, with an evil smile, I curl them up toward his privates and press my fingers in, searching around for his 'Awesome Button.'

He moans a little and props himself up to look at me. "That feels pretty good. Where did you--" His eyes suddenly shoot open as he throws his head back and exhales, "Whoaaaa! What was that?!" Yup, I found the 'Awesome Button.'

"That's your prostate," I say happily, pushing on it again and rubbing it a bit. He bucks his hips up and clenches tight, precum dripping from his dick.

"Dude, whoa, that's intense!" he says, panting.

"Is it...good?" I ask carefully.

"Yuh-huh," he says between breaths.

I slowly pull out my fingers and dribble a little spit on my dick, rubbing it and the precum around my head. Careful not to get too carried away with it, I try to figure out the best way to do this; in that anal video, the guy put her on her back and went in that way. I end up lifting his legs and putting them on my shoulders, pulling him a little closer to me. "Are you ready?" I ask. "I-I'll be gentle."

"O-okay. Just...go slow," he says.

I put the head of my dick right against his hole, which clenches immediately. I push a little bit, but it doesn't budge. "Um, try relaxing a bit," I suggest.

"I am trying," he says.

"Oh." I push a little bit more, but it doesn't want to do anything. "Hm. Let's try this. Stand over me." I lie down on my back. He stands over me, and I direct him to basically sit on my dick. He gets on his knees, my dick directly against his hole, and he very, very slowly pushes himself down on my dick. Eventually, I feel the soft opening of his hole across my head and the pop of it wrapping around behind the head, slowly sliding down my dick and wrapping it in soft, warm insides. Holy crap, this is way better than jacking off already.

He moves up and down a few times, trying to get used to the feeling. "I can feel your head moving in me," he says with an awkward smile.

"Does it--" I try to say, but then he sits all the way down on me, and the feeling is so powerful that my breath catches and I inhale sharply. "Does it hurt?" I finally manage to say.

"Only a little bit at first," he admits, "but it actually feels pretty good. You?"

"Holy crap," I say, staring straight at him. He giggles. He slowly moves up and down on it a while, and I'm just in heaven watching this cute boy (even though he looks like me) slowly screwing himself on my dick with his penis dripping a river of precum onto his balls.

We do that for about a minute or so, which is good because I might have cum if we kept it up, and he says, "Sorry, my legs are kinda burning. Can I try doing you now?"

"Sure." We switch over to doing the same thing, except this time I go ahead and finger myself since I'm pretty good at it. Then he lies on his back and I put my mouth on his dick to get it all nice and wet, which totally takes him by surprise, making him squirm on the bed a moment. Then, I slowly sit down on his dick, taking extra time to make sure I'm loose enough that I don't tear anything. As soon as his head is even halfway in me, his eyes roll up in the back of his head and he moans for like all of his breath. I go down farther, pressing his dick against my prostate, making lightning shoot through that whole area. "Oh God..." I moan.

"Yeah," he says, exhaling. I do my best to move up and down on his dick, both of us loving it, until I realize that my legs are also on fire. Man, how do porn stars do this so long in the videos?

"Okay, I'm getting tired. I have an idea, though. Get behind me," I say as I move myself over and plop down on my stomach with my butt facing him and my legs spread a little like a frog. "Okay, now put your legs between mine and see if you can put it in." He does so, but ends up poking too high. "Hold on," I say, reaching back, taking his dick in my hand, and pointing it to where I can feel my hole start to open. I wiggle his dick up and down to put more precum on my hole, and then put it back in place. "Okay, now try."

"Okay, here goes," he says, slowly pushing straight in, deep into my butt, where I can feel his balls at the bottom of my crack. The feeling is the most amazing, awesome, wonderful, I-can't-think-of-the-words, badass, I-just-went-to-Heaven feeling I've ever had, like, even better maybe than orgasms. The feeling of him rubbing against my walls and filling me up, the weight of his hips on my butt, and when he lies down on top of me and whispers in my ear, "Is this okay?" all send me into bliss. Like, if I was touching myself right now, I'd make a huge mess on his bed. "Yessss," is all I can whisper in reply.

He slowly starts moving his hips, bring himself out to where I can feel his head just begin to pop out, and then slowly back in. Slowly out, pop, all the way back in. I manage to moan, "Ohhhhh God," but that's really all the words I can think of. He takes his arms and puts them under mine to get them out of the way and starts to screw me just a little bit faster. The only sounds I hear are me and him moaning, and his fast, heavy breath in my right ear.

Time just stops making sense for a while. I have no idea how long it lasts, but it's all just the best feeling that could ever exist. Then, I hear him make a sort of whimpering sound that cuts off as I feel his body start to clench up and I feel my hole stretch out more, as if his dick was getting thicker; suddenly, he clamps his groin into my butt and hugs me tight with both arms. Then, I feel a thump-thump-thump, almost like a heartbeat, pulse against the bottom of my sphincter about 4 or 5 times, and he collapses on top of me, breathing like he just ran a mile.

"Did you...did you just cum in me?!" I ask.

He says sheepishly, "Maybe? I think so. That was aaaaawesome." He laughs a little with this stupid grin and half-lidded look on his face, like he just, well, had an orgasm. Inside me. I feel another pulse from his dick, and then another a few seconds later. Suddenly, I feel this absolute rush of being super-horny, like I need to screw something right now, but I instead clench my butt muscles on his dick, squeezing any more cum out that he might have. Sure enough, I feel his dick pulse again. I clench a few more times, and I feel him pump more each time. That's incredible-feeling. He begins to laugh stupidly as I'm doing it, saying, "What're you doin'? That feels crazy."

"Oh, this?" I do it again, just to tease him, and he laughs a bit. Finally, when I think he's done with his orgasm, I say, "All right, my turn," and start to move out from under him. Secretly, I'd be okay if we just fell asleep that way, with him on top of me and his dick filling my butthole up, but I really need to cum. I flip him on his back, admiring his softening red dick (if you think our faces blush bad, our other heads are worse, apparently), and position my dick against his hole again. This time, it's much more relaxed, probably half from earlier and half from the orgasm, so it's much easier to slip in.

He moans loudly, "That's way more intense now, whoa," as I start thrusting in and out. To save my legs, I grab a small pillow from the bed and wedge it under his butt to lift it a little bit, and then I lean over him to where we're face-to-face. It makes it a lot easier to push in and out, this way, and I get to see the look on his face while I do.

I'm so turned on by everything that has happened tonight that after only like maybe 15 seconds I tell him, "God, I'm gonna cum." He just nods with a little smile, and three more thrusts later, I feel the same way he did: I grab him tightly, hugging him for all I'm worth, pushing my dick in as far as I possibly can, and just feel myself unloading glob after glob of sperm into him, while pulse after pulse of pure pleasure rushes through me. When I can finally think straight again, I breathe, "Okay. That's the best orgasm I've ever had."

"Orgasms are awesome," he agrees. "Now I know why people like sex so much."

I mention, "So, you know how I showed you how to jack off and all that? Well, normally you have to clean up cum because it gets sticky and stuff. I guess this works better?" I feel my dick still throbbing a few last times, like his did in me.

"Works for me," Chance says with a stupid grin.

Thankfully, they keep the house pretty cool, because I worked up a little bit of a sweat during all that. But lying here, on top of my brother, looking at his beautiful green eyes and cute smile (and with my dick still in him), makes me not want to move. Instead, I rest my head just underneath his in a kind of hug. To my surprise, he puts his arms over me and rests them there in his own passive hug. It feels like I'm protected here, but it also feels like I'm doing the protecting, too. It's weird, but it's really nice.

"Hey, uh, Luke?" Chance says.

I say into his shoulder, "What?"

"I kinda have to pee."

"But I don't wanna move."

"But if I pee the bed, you won't have anywhere to sleep."

"I can sleep in your room with you."

"On my little bed?"

"Yup. Just like this." I reposition my head to emphasize my point.

"But we'll get all sweaty...and you're kind of on my wiener."

Heh, he calls it a 'wiener.' "So then we can just shower in the morning." The idea of taking a shower with him goes through my brain, and, well, dammit.

"I mean, yeah, but..." he pauses a moment. "Are you getting another boner?"

Damn! I kinda forgot I was inside him. Crap crap. "Uhh, yeah, you were talking about wieners and showers, and it kinda just happened."

"Haha, you must be really horny."

I finally decide to get up off of Chance, at least back up into a sitting position. "Maaaaaaaybe," I answer, and to 'point' it out, I pull my dick halfway out and push it in again a little bit.

"Hey whoa whoa whoa!" he says. "It's like, super-sensitive down there now. Could you, you know..."

"Oh! Sure." I pull out, making a slapping sound on my belly with my completely hard dick. "So...we just had sex."

"Yeah." He sits up, his dick only semi-hard and twitching slightly to his heartbeat.

"So we're not virgins anymore."

"Nope."

"Um..." I stammer. "So we also just had incest."

He stops and thinks about it. "Yeah, I guess so. We are brothers."

We both sit and let that sink in for a moment. I break the silence: "But, like, you're not supposed to do that because of inbreeding and stuff, but neither of us can get pregnant."

"Ew, I hope not!" Chance says with a wrinkled nose and a laugh. "You're not, like, some weird hermaphrodite, are you?"

"No, I'm not." I give him a flat stare.

"Hey, just checking," he says with his hands in the air.

"If I was, then you'd be, too," I point out.

"Oh, right." We both laugh at how stupid this conversation is.

"So...we can't tell anyone about this." I say it with as serious a face as I can.

"Right," Chance says. "So I guess if anyone else asks, we're still virgins."

"Right."

Another long silence follows and is broken by Chance getting up. "I'm gonna go pee. I'll be right back."

"Wait!" I say before I can stop myself.

"What? I really have to go." He squirms his legs a little to show it.

"Well, we have to take a shower anyway, 'cuz we're both sweaty, so...you mind if I just come along?"

He rolls his eyes and bounces a little. "Well, hurry up then. I gotta go."

I leap off the bed and we go to the bathroom down the hall a little bit. He squats down to turn on the water, and just pees into the bathroom drain as he gets the temperature to the right place. Somehow, I feel like that would weird me out if it were someone else, but then again, it would weird me out if I were in the shower at all with someone else, so there's that. We both get in after he starts the shower.

And, of course, just the idea of taking a shower with him has caused me to stiffen right the heck back up. I swear...

He follows my gaze down to my own crotch and says, "Damn, dude! You're hard again?!" He squeezes my dick with two fingers to confirm it.

That's not the response I expected at all. "Uh...yeah, I think showers turn me on a bit." I mean, I usually jack off in the shower, and I'm usually turned on, so it's not that big of a lie...

He points down to his rapidly stiffening dick. "I mean, showers don't usually do it for me, but I usually don't shower with someone else, so..."

I decide to start jacking off, since it's pretty clear that I'm still horny as heck. "I don't usually jack off with someone else, either, or...y'know, have sex. I mean, just thinking about it still...I mean, it was really good."

He starts messing with himself, as well. He doesn't do it like they do in porn, but just watching him touching his penis is more than enough to keep me excited. We kinda watch each other jacking off as the water sprays over us, mostly on him and down his chest; being in the shower with someone else, especially Chance, is hot enough, but the image of him jacking off with the shower water flowing down his chest is a really, really hot image to me, and after everything else, I already start going past the point of no return pretty quickly.

"Oh God," I say, feeling the next orgasm already creeping up. "You wanna see someone cum?" He doesn't get to answer before the feeling takes me over, making me dribble cum onto my hand. It's not nearly as powerful, but it's still an orgasm, and it's amazing.

"Holy crap, that's hot," he says, jacking himself off more quickly.

After my eyes uncross (okay, not really, but still), I watch him jack off for a moment. He's not bad at it – I mean, it's just moving your fist up and down, right – but I get a fun idea. I grab the bottle of conditioner and squirt a glob of it into my hand. "Here, let me do that," I say, tugging his arm away a bit.

He lets go and before he can even ask what I'm going to do, I grab his pole and smear the conditioner on it. I kneel down, water streaming down my face, and use both hands to start rubbing the head of his penis and slowly jack it off. He almost loses his balance when I start, and he starts making funny sounds like, "Ho-o-o--whoa!" and "Ah-haaaahhhh." I'm trying not to laugh, but he sounds so stupid right now.

After about a minute of that, he manages to grunt out, "I-I'm gonna--" before he grabs my head with both hands to steady himself and leans over me as I feel the pumping muscles start up. I get close and open my mouth just in time to catch the one small drop that comes flying out, but it lands on my nose instead. The rest of it dribbles down his dick, like mine did. The water quickly washes the little glob off my nose; I'd eat the rest of it--cum tastes weird, but kinda neat--but I just used conditioner on him and it'll taste like that, instead. Ick.

He recovers a lot more quickly this time, saying, "Jesus, man, what are youaaAAHHH--!" He doesn't finish his sentence because I start rubbing my palm over the top of his dick. He squeaks, "Stop, stop man, stop!"

I laugh and stand back up, making sure he doesn't fall over as well. He's still laughing from what I just did, but I can't help but stare at him. He's so adorable when he laughs like that. Papa Davy was wrong; Chance is way cuter than I am.

Suddenly, as if nothing ever happened, he asks for the shampoo. We basically finish up the shower quietly, except to ask for something in each other's reach. The whole time, I think to myself, am I falling in love with my brother? That's sick. I'm sick and twisted. This was just teaching him about sex since he didn't know yet. I mean, we're brothers; brothers teach each other about that kind of stuff, right? This didn't mean anything. I'm just thinking this way because I'm still high on sex feelings, or whatever. I can't be falling for him. I can't.

After we dry off, we head back into the guest room, where Chance makes sure the bed has enough blankets and pillows and all that (we didn't think about checking that earlier--we were, um, busy). I put on my undies, which is all I sleep in usually, and climb up on the bed. Chance looks at me and smiles a friendly smile, but I can tell there's something on his mind. I'm usually pretty good at reading people, and, I dunno, I just kinda get that feeling about him, almost like I can tell what's going on up there.

Chance hops up on the bed, still naked, and asks, "You going to bed right away?"

"I mean, I'm pretty tired. What's up?"

"I just wanted to say 'Thank you' for everything that we just did. It was...it was really cool. Nice. Um, you know." He starts blushing a bit.

"I mean, I liked it too, you know." I smile comfortingly at him. "So thank you."

"Man," Chance says, running a hand through his hair. "I thought when I met you that you were just like a super-shy, nervous version of me, but now I find out that you're, like, way cooler than I knew. It's like, when I see you like this, you're the kinda person I want to be." He keeps looking at his crossed legs while he says this.

"Whaaaat?" I screech (my voice even cracked a bit at the top). "No way. When I saw you in school, I was totally jealous that you could just talk to anybody, and stand up and speak in class, and, and just, I dunno, be cool. I wish I were cool like that, but instead I stick my foot in my mouth and trip over my own shoelaces."

He laughs and responds, "Oh come on, you're not that bad."

"I did three times at my old school. In one year. I literally had to get Velcro shoes in 5th grade so I'd stop hurting myself."

"You did not."

"I did."

"Well, still." The smile falls off his face. "You're just so...you know so much, and you, like, read my mind almost, I dunno. Like earlier when in my bedroom, all the stuff you said was just so smart. And even when you're in class, you just have this focus, you can just sit there and quietly work, and I always feel super uneasy when it's totally quiet. You also can write really good, and I'm kinda jealous about that."

"Well."

"Well what?" Chance looks at me, befuddled (another great word, but not as good as 'sphincter').

"I can also write really well."

"See?!" His voice spikes on the word. "Like, I can talk and talk all day in front of people or whatever, but when you talk, it just seems so much more, I dunno, grown-up."

"Yeah, but then people call me 'nerd' and all that."

"I'd get my friends to kick someone's butt if they called you that."

I just smile. "Well, maybe we can learn from each other. You can show me how to 'talk and talk all day in front of people,' and I'll teach you how to write well." I wink on the last word.

"Yeah! That'd...that'd be nice."

Chance and I just kinda look at each other for a moment, just long enough to be awkward, and then I say, "All right. I need to get to sleep. I'm pretty tired."

"Can I--" he says quickly, and stops. In a softer voice, he says, "Um, it gets pretty cold in my room. Um, the vent points like right at me, so sometimes I sleep in here instead. Can I sleep in here with you? There--there's plenty of room, in the bed. It's fine if you don't want to, 'cuz I do have my own--"

I've slipped under the covers by this point; I pull down the sheets on the other side of the bed and interrupt him with, "Come on." He hops in excitedly and snuggles up under the blankets, with just a little bit of room between us so we can look at each other. "You don't want your undies?"

"Nah, I usually sleep naked."

"...Oh."

"So I was wondering," he says out of the blue, "have you ever gone out with anyone?"

"Why are you asking me that?" I ask with suspicion.

He shrugs. "Oh, uh, just, y'know, I was curious. I went out with a girl in third grade, but we broke up like 2 days later. Then there was another one in 5th grade, and that was like 3 weeks, but we never even kissed. It was weird."

"That doesn't even sound like you were going out at all."

"Maybe we weren't." He giggles a little at the absurdity.

"Okay," I say after another pause. "I'm gonna go to sleep now. Um, Can you get the lights? I don't know where they are in the room." I mean, I could find them, but these blankets are nice and warm.

He hops out of bed and says, "I'm gonna go brush my teeth anyway, so I'll be right back." Ugh, I should probably do that, too, but...so soft and cozy...eh, I'll brush in the morning twice as much. Well, no, because I really do need to take my medication. Blah. I follow Chance into the bathroom, taking the little bag with my toothbrush and medication with me. As I plop it down on the counter, the rattle of my meds catches Chance's attention, and he looks at me as if to say, 'I thought you were staying in bed.'

I answer his unspoken question, "Had to take my pill anyway." He glances over as I shake a pill out of the container and pop it in my mouth, ducking my head under the running faucet for a quick drink to wash it down.

Chance spits out his toothpaste as I start my own brushing, but he waits patiently until I'm done before asking, "What's the medicine?"

"Huh? Oh, my meds. It's nothing." He gives me the same look as always when I try to brush something off; besides, we're brothers, and we just freaking had sex, so I guess I can explain more. "It's for the anxiety," I add with a rueful smile.

"But I thought you went to a shr--um, a therapist for that."

I sigh. "Yeah. The therapist helps and all, but...sometimes, you just need medication to help a little more than a therapist can. Talking doesn't fix everything."

"Oh." He seems a little embarrassed at having asked. "I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's fine. I'm okay with it." I laugh, adding, "I'm probably mostly okay with it because I take it, honestly. Without the meds, it's not like I'm freaking out all the time or anything, but they just kinda help calm me down in general. I have to take them at night, though, because they kinda make me sleepy. But hey--at least I don't have problems sleeping, right?"

He laughs a little in response, and says, "Well, I mean it--if there's anything I can do to help out, you...you don't have to be anxious around me. I'm here for you."

I don't really know what to say in response, but I can't help but smile anyway. He really is a sweet guy. A sweet guy that is my brother, and I need to stop it, stop falling in love with my freaking brother. What the hell is wrong with me? Stupid stupid stupid.

We both head back to the room; Chance waits for me to get back to the bed before hitting the light. I get back into the nice warm covers and turn over toward the wall. Shortly, I feel the bed shift as he hops up and snuggles back in.

Maybe about 10 minutes later, after I start to drift a bit from the medication, I feel the bed shift a little bit. I open my eyes just enough that I can see through my eyelashes but they still look closed, and I see Chance looming over me, looking at me. He slowly, gently lies back down, and, ever so softly, I feel something brush my side. A moment later, an arm very delicately drapes over me, elbow at my sides, hand resting just under my ribs. I breathe normally as best I can so I don't ruin things, and after no response from me, he scoots up completely next to me, his warm body snug against me. Not a word is spoken. It's probably good I'm on this side, because naked Chance pressed up against me makes me, well, you know. All I hear and feel is our synchronized breathing and his warmth, until I begin again to drift off to sleep.

I think I really like Louisiana.