Broken Boundaries

God, I knew it was wrong. Nobody ever talked about incestual relationships fondly, and for good reason. Sex with a relation could spawn pretty freaky children, I heard. And how many times did people joke about the cousins banging cousins in the South? It was always something to poke fun at, and always something to despise. And yet, whenever I looked at him, my dear brother, my lovely twin, my heart suffocated with adoration and my penis twitched. It was hard enough being gay, and hiding it from the world. Try adding an unnatural obsession with your twin brother to the mix.

Somebody tried to convince me once that twins had the ability to read one another’s thoughts. Part of me whimpered at the idea of it; should Jamie find out about this, I’d be more than screwed. But fuck, I wanted to be screwed. By him. Bad. And every time he went to bed at night, right across our room, when he pointed his back to me and muttered his ‘goodnights,’ all I wanted to do was think dirty thoughts until his mind exploded from the lack of appropriate capacity for such taboo ideas. God, I knew it was wrong. But all I could think about was how my body insisted that there was no harm in it. Love was love was love. That’s all there was too it. Too bad society had it in for people like me.

I shook my head. What were we doing? Oh, yeah. On the ground, in our bedroom, home alone, watching a movie. Some action-packed bullshit that made no sense and left my mind ample time to wonder how bad my rug burns would be if Jamie fucked me right then and there. I outwardly sighed.

“What’s you’re problem, Lee?” I was startled, my head whipping his way. My eyes danced over his features fondly for a split second, their depths worshipping the perfection of his pale skin, flawless complexion, petite lips, and disheveled brown hair. Just like me, but he exuded that badass temperament that attracted all the ladies, and I had the aura of a pothead musician. Maybe I caught the eyes of few girls though too, hell if I knew. All I wanted was a screw from my brother.

Sneering for a second, Jamie looked away, impatient with my lack of reaction. I realized I’d stared at him for longer than I intended. “Nothing,” I muttered. Shouldn’t I have been embarrassed? At that point, all my mind considered was the sheer romanticism of the television blue flickering over my brother’s features. Fuck. I needed him so bad it hurt.

I stayed positioned like that for a minute, my head cocked towards him. I wondered if he could feel my eyes burning into him. I wondered if he could read my thoughts. Absent mindedly, I looked to his crotch and contemplated its apparent size. His pants were tight, girl’s pants, in fact, and revealed more than enough. I smiled, pleased.

I looked up at his face again, and suddenly felt the color drain from my face. Jamie eyes were burning into mine with something strangely akin to lust, and somehow, I was managing to keep on smiling like some love-struck retard. His lips, I noticed, were pulled into a tight line. He looked angry. I was horny as hell. And I couldn’t think straight.

And then, out of the clear blue, Jamie pounced.

“I knew it, my dear brother…” He whispered hotly into my ear, kneading my lobe with his tongue when his words faded away. I realized that my breath had, somewhere along the line, become labored with the sudden attack. “I knew your gazes meant something. I knew you were gay. I knew you had eyes for me. I knew you wanted my cock, you little fucker.”

I could only groan in response, my cock twitching in my own tight pants. I could feel my rod straining against the denim, trying to break free of the low-slung waistband to no avail. “Jamie…” I managed, the word passing my lips in an obviously hungry groan. He chuckled softly as he lifted form the crook of my neck to abruptly slam himself into my lips, stealing my breath away. His hand snaked towards my crotch as my muffled moans gave way to the wrestling of our tongues. Fuck. If this was a dream, I didn’t want it to end, ever.

He parted from me then, a crooked smirk playing his lips. God, he looked sexy. I collected myself from the stupor long enough to snatch my palm from between our bodies, only to lift it to Jamie’s head to crush him back into me. My mouth was open and ready, my hot recess willing to submit to whatever he could dish out. And, when he crashed into me, I fondly noted the openness of his mouth as well. Our lips meshed together, and our tongues fought vigorously, the muscles vying for dominance. God, it was hot. God, it was so good. And god, there was no more room for coherency from that moment on.

I pulled my head away, laying my cheek to the carpet to catch my breath. The television buzzed in the distance, echoing of a forgotten movie. “Jamie,” I mumbled, “I need you so bad, please…” For emphasis, I clenched my eyes shut and lifted my pelvis from the ground, only to aggressively grind it into my brother’s hardened penis. Lucky for me, we seemed to be similar in more ways than one. Our cocks felt equally huge in their engorged state.

“God, hell if I don’t know that, you horny bastard…” He whispered from atop me. His deft fingers made quick work of my pants, the tips wrestling the button and zipper until he’d shimmied the fabric down my legs. Fuck, the beauty of no boxers. My cock sprang from the denim prison to direct itself towards Jamie’s stomach, eager for a fondle or two.

My brother lowered his taught abdominals to the length, rubbing quickly for a brief cope. “Fuck, Liam, your hot. Really hot. I hope your ass feels this good…”

Snaking his hand beneath my back, and with his knees planted firmly beside each of my thighs, he suddenly flipped me onto my stomach. I groaned aloud, moaning into the plush carpet as my pole was encompassed by the soft fibers. “Jamie, please, hurry, I need a fuck so bad.”

Jamie chuckled again, the lust evident in his throaty tone. He made to unbuckle his pants as well. In mere moments, I felt the hard length of his cock against the small of my back, the entity of his being pressed along me. The heavy weight of his body against mine made me even hornier. I felt vulnerable with him atop me like that. But it was amazing, nonetheless. I could feel every ripple of his newly sweating body, and it was wonderful.

Jamie began to rub himself into the hollow dip of my back. His subtle groans passed his lips with a hiss. I could only imagine his face, contorted with pleasure as his teeth clenched, trying not to betray his need to be satisfied as well. I moaned at the idea, and with that cue, Jamie elevated himself to align his cock with my puckered hole.

“Ready?” He whispered, and for a split instance I was flattered that he’d considered my consent in his state. His cock wept at my entrance, begging for the tightness that awaited between my cheeks. I groaned, lifting my ass up to encourage him. He buried his face into my neck and slammed into me in response.

“Jamie!” I screamed, hot tears welling at the corner of my eyes. The sheer ecstasy was mind blowing, my teenage dreams of hot sex finally fulfilled. I felt like crying and screaming all at once with the multiplying pleasure. “Fuck meeee.” I whimpered.

“God, you little fuck, how the hell do you do this to me.” But Jamie complied, slamming his steaming cock into my hole without abandon. I could feel every vein on his length brushing inside my walls, enticing me closer to the release I could barely wait for. He moaned with every vigorous pump, his long cock encasing itself with every slap of his balls against my own. And with every sheathing, I moaned myself. God, it was the most amazing fuck anyone could ask for. My own brother. Fuck.

Just then, he slammed into my prostate, and I screamed. “Leeeeee,” he groaned into my ear, his strokes becoming deeper as his release neared.

I coaxed him with dirty words, lust overriding my usually quiet demeanor. “Oh Jamie, harder, yes, fuck me harder, faster, I want your seed to fill me until I leak, please, come with me, brother, fuck me harder, hardeeeer…” My words even managed to turn me on too. My ass seemingly had a mind of it’s own as it rammed backwards into his thrusts as my hole greedily swallowed his length.

“Lee, fuck, lee, I’m going to come, I’m going to fucking COMEEEEE!” At that moment, his hot cock jetted cords of sperm into my ass, coating the walls with smooth cream as his thrusts intensified during the duration of his orgasm.

“Fuck, Jamie!” I screamed, reaching my own completion. I groaned louder than ever, slamming myself backwards until I’d sheathed my brother completely as my cock sprayed seed onto the carpeting, splashing from the floor back onto me in steamy streams.

The shots lasted longer than ever as we both collapsed, the remnants of our orgasms fading with the throb of our cocks. I managed a satisfied moan. Jamie, from my neck, let out a rush of hot air himself. I was surprised by the fading sounds of sweet nothings gracing my ear. Who knew he was such a romantic?

“Jamie?” I inquired moments later; “Mom and Dad’ll be away for a few days, right?”

He laughed dreamily into me, his hands snaking around my torso to hug me with adoration of his own. “Yeah…”

“Good,” I laughed myself breathily, “because I want this to last for as long as possible.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, brother,” He replied, turning me over to face his eyes, “I’ve got a few more fucks left in me yet.”