Broken Mirrors

Chapter 1

Duo

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Identical twins Seth and Shamus Fortner were inseparable, the whole school knew that. They took all of the same classes, they sat beside each other at all times and they even shared a bedroom. There were even rumours going around that they shared a bed. Not that the two discouraged that rumour any.

There were downsides to this arrangement of course. They were constantly mistaken for one another, they were referred to in plural and they were completely isolated from everyone else in the school. At first it hadn’t bothered them, they’d felt privileged, special even. But to Shamus, this situation was starting to take its inevitable toll. He was growing tired of this bubble they lived in.

It wasn’t that he didn’t adore his brother. They shared a bond that went further than the usual sibling relationship, even relying on each other sexually. He knew Seth just as well, if not better, than he knew himself. But there was something missing now, a steadily growing void that was buried in his gut, and it was making him feel ill. He felt like a caged bird all of the sudden. He was feeling desperate.

He couldn’t even look different. School uniforms made it impossible to wear different styles of clothing most of the week, and no matter how he did his hair in the morning, Seth was bound to have the same hairdo. It wasn’t that Seth copied him; it’s just that no matter how hard they tried, they always ended up on the same wavelength. They’d do their hair in different rooms, go downstairs for breakfast and find themselves with the same styles. Morning after morning.

But what could Shamus do? The only one to confide in was his beloved twin, and to describe his feelings so frankly would be sure to hurt Seth’s feelings. Still, when he looked around the school he felt a bubble of jealously rise within him every time he heard wild laughter between friends.

Friends. He wanted a friend. He wouldn’t mind sharing one with his brother, just as long as he could experience the whole concept of making a friend, of meeting someone, getting to know them and steadily learning to trust them and to enjoy their company. He wanted to know what it was like to see an outsider’s perspective of the world.

But was it already too late? This was their last year of high school, the following year they’d be starting University or College. The chances of making a new friend at this point were slim, right? Besides, he knew enough about many of his classmates to know that he didn’t like most of them.

Shamus slumped on his desk beside his brother, who patted him affectionately on the head as the teacher went on about algebra. Seth wasn’t a fool. Shamus was sure that his brother was aware of his unhappiness that had been steadily growing over the past few weeks.

But Seth couldn’t do anything about it, they both knew that. Maybe there was nothing that could be done at this point. Maybe Shamus would just have to accept his situation. It was probably just a phase. After all, they didn’t really need anyone else, did they?

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It had been a few days after his sad realization of captivity that Shamus had bumped into fate. He had been walking into the cafeteria with his brother, as usual, when someone had walked into him and caused all three of them to stagger and stop.

“Rylie!” a girl by the name of Chelsea who happened to be in their English class had called as she trotted up behind him, her tragic boyfriend in tow, “Watch where you’re going!”

Rylie, the person in question, backed up and looked at the twins.

“Oh sorry!” he exclaimed, scratching the back of his head and grinning sheepishly.

Shamus blinked at the boy. He’d seen him a few times before, on the soccer field, but never this close up, and now that he looked at him properly he wondered how on Earth he hadn’t. He was surprised to discover that Rylie’s blonde hair wasn’t bleached, but was actually entirely natural. His hair was mostly short but he had long bangs that came down just above his eyebrows and his eyes were pale brown, almost hazel. He was tall, almost as tall as Shamus and his brother. He was lightly tanned, a few shades darker than the twins’ pale skin, and his smile was radiant, the kind that made you feel like you were the only one in the room. Shamus was too shocked to respond.

“It’s fine.” Seth replied instead, shrugging.

“Well it’s kind of easy to bump into the twins.” The tragic boyfriend whose name Shamus couldn’t recall pointed out, “They’re side by side all the time, it’s like trying to avoid a wall.”

“Which one of you did he bump into? Seth or Shamus?” Chelsea asked, squinting at the two of them. Shamus sighed.

“What do you mean?” Rylie looked over at her, “Can’t you tell I bumped into Shamus?”

Shamus was a bit taken aback, and he could feel Seth’s surprise as well.

“You can tell us apart?” Seth asked, genuinely interested.

“Well sure.” Rylie shrugged, “Can’t everyone?”

“Whaaaat?” Chelsea whined, “You can really tell? They’re like two carbon copies! How do you know?”

Shamus was eager to know as well. As far as most people were concerned, they looked like flawless copies. They always leaned against each other casually, like they were doing now, arms draped languidly over each other’s shoulders, both of them with their chin-length brown hair curved upwards at the ends, both of them keeping neutral expressions with the corners of their lips just slightly upturned in a slight smile, both of them scrutinizing the world with a steely gaze through their icy grey eyes.

But Rylie just tilted his head very slightly and frowned.

“I don’t know what you mean,” He said to Chelsea with a shrug, “Maybe it’s because my cousins are identical twins, so I’m used to looking for the differences. They’re girls though.”

“But…” Chelsea looked helplessly between the twins, from Shamus to Seth and back again, “No matter how hard I look at them I can’t tell!”

“Maybe you’re not looking for the right things.” Rylie replied with an understanding smile, “See, Seth leans on Shamus more often and more obviously than the other way around and Shamus doesn’t talk as often.” The blonde gestured to them with yet another shrug, “The way that they talk is different too. Their appearances are just misleading.”

Chelsea was gushing over Rylie’s sense of deduction, and even the tragic boyfriend looked impressed. Shamus couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows and smirk a little, Seth’s expression mirroring his own unconsciously.

“Very clever.” Seth applauded gently with his hands, “We’re impressed.”

“Very.” Shamus added.

“Maybe he should become a Detective?” Seth offered with a grin, looking at Shamus.

“Oh yes, a Private Eye to be sure.” Shamus agreed, grinning back.

“Ohh, they’re doing the twin thing!” Chelsea whispered.

“What twin thing?” The twins asked in unison. Chelsea was delighted.

For the rest of their lunch hour they all sat together and chatted amicably, in a way that Shamus and Seth hardly ever did. It had been…enjoyable. New.

It was all so delightfully new.

***

“He’s the first one.” Shamus muttered as his brother slipped into the large bathtub with him.

“Rylie?”

“Yeah.”

Shamus ran his fingers through his hair and laid his head back against the rim of the tub as he soaked in the warm water, staring up at the ceiling.

“The first one, other than our folks, who could tell us apart so easily.” Shamus elaborated, thought he knew that Seth was already aware of what he was talking about.

“That IS true.” Seth replied, rubbing the warm water up his arms and sinking lower into the bath until his shoulders were submerged, “Maybe he’s been stalking us.”

“One of us would have noticed, I think.” Shamus replied, shifting his neck as it became strained and closing his eyes, “He seems nice though.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Seth replied, and Shamus felt the water ripple as his brother slid up beside him, “You like him?”

“A bit, I guess.” Shamus replied, unwilling to hide his thoughts, “I never thought someone would be able to tell us apart.”

“We can tell each other apart.” Seth rested one of his hands on Shamus’ shoulder.

“Even I get confused sometimes.” Shamus smirked as Seth’s lips brushed his, running his tongue up along Shamus’ lower lip. Shamus opened his mouth and shivered pleasantly as his brother’s tongue explored his mouth like it was familiar territory, Seth’s fingers stroking up against the back of his neck playfully.

“We shoulder get out of the bath first,” Shamus said as he pulled away reluctantly.

“We’ll only need to take another shower.” Seth reminded him, running his tongue up along Shamus’ neck and suckling between it and the collarbone.

“Mmm, but I like lube better than water.” Shamus insisted as he gently removed his brother’s lips from his neck, standing and getting out of the bath, “Who gets top this time?”

“I do, you were top yesterday.” Seth replied, though he sounded unhappy as he got out of the bathtub, “And I for one like fucking you in the bath.”

“Well I don’t like being fucked in the bath,” Shamus responded as he grabbed a towel and started drying himself off, “It feels weird, lube’s way better.”

“Pussy.” Seth growled as he found his own towel and doing the same as his brother.

Shamus hung his towel up and headed out to their elegant bedroom in the nude, crouching down at his side of the bed and pulling out a wooden box that was just a bit bigger than a shoe box. He opened it and pulled out the lube as his brother came in and crouched down beside him, taking the plastic bottle out of his hand.

“Just sit on the bed Shamus.” Seth offered while fishing through the box as Shamus sat on the bed obediently.

“What are you doing?” Shamus asked, peering over the bed.

“Ah, I changed my mind, we can use this later.” Seth mumbled as he put something back in the box and clambered up beside his brother, “Turn around.”

On all fours, Shamus faced the opposite direction as his brother poured lube onto his fingers. He jumped slightly as he felt the cold lubricant on Seth’s fingers rub around his entrance before his brother slipped the first finger inside him. Shamus winced, but very briefly. They’d done this more times than he could count and his body was used to it.

Within seconds Seth had already inserted two more fingers, pushing and probing and purposely avoiding his brother’s prostate.

“Seth!” Shamus panted in annoyance as he rotated his hips and pushed back on his twin’s fingers, “Don’t just…”

“Okay, okay…” Seth chuckled as he abruptly pressed on his brother’s sweet spot.

“N—ahh!” Shamus flushed and gripped the covers, “Warn me next—Nnn! Time…”

“Wow, you’re really sucking my fingers in, bro. Are you that eager?” Seth teased.

If he’d felt like he could talk coherently, Shamus might have drawn his brother’s attention to his hardening cock to convey just how “eager” he was. He knew by the sound of Seth’s shallow breaths that he was probably hard too.

Seth pulled his fingers out and Shamus could hear him pouring more lube and rubbing it over his cock. Out of everything experienced in sex, it was the sounds that he enjoyed most. Those slick, sticky sounds that can only be attributed to one thing…

“I’m putting it in, brother…” Seth warned his twin in a husky voice.

Shamus relaxed his muscles as he could feel Seth’s cock pressing against his entrance, and after a second or two of resistance it slid in easily. Shamus let out a sigh as he felt himself filled. He wasn’t particularly fond of being the submissive one; he craved both positions equally at different times. But he had to admit, a least to himself, that when he was on the bottom that he did revel in the feeling of being taken deeply like this.

This was Seth’s favourite position, taking him from the back. “Doggy-Style”. Shamus liked it too, his brother could go much deeper this way. After Seth took a steadying breath he pulled his slick member out gently and pushed it back in, then repeated this action, building a steady rhythm. After a few thrusts he found Shamus’ prostate, and he continued to hit it over and over, faster and faster, making Shamus’ face flush as he cried out, the pleasure pulsing and burning through his veins with every breath.

Shamus didn’t need his brother to stroke his cock; he lasted longer when he just focused on the warm, slippery flesh pushing in and out of him, as his brother’s strong hands gripped his waist and pulled him backwards and into each thrust, melding them together intimately. It felt so good, it always did…

After a long while Shamus knew he couldn’t take much more, and his muscles clenched down on his brother’s member as he teetered on the brink.

“Dahhh—When you clench down like…that…” Seth choked out as he thrust twice more with urgency before exhaling and coming deep into his brother, who in turn cried out and came as well, spilling his seed onto the blankets.

They both collapsed to one side, Seth’s arms wrapped around Shamus’s chest as he pulled out and took deep breaths, nuzzling into his brother’s neck. Shamus gazed out into space, revelling in the familiar delightful feeling. After a while, he stroked one of Seth’s hands and glanced back at his sibling.

“Brother, I want to be friends with Rylie.” He stated simply.

“Okay.” Seth replied, “Then we’ll make him our friend. But I want to do something else first…”

Shamus felt his brother release him and shift on the bed.

“What are you going to do?” Shamus asked as he started to get up.

“I’ve wanted to try this on you for a while…” Seth muttered as Shamus sat up and realized that he was lubing up and extremely big black dildo.

“Are you crazy?” Shamus exclaimed, “That’ll never fit!”

“Well you’re all stretched out now, right?” Seth said innocently, “And you always masturbate with the big vibrators… I’ll do it slowly okay?”

Shamus edged away slightly, unconvinced.

“Oh come on, bro?” Seth urged when he’d make the thing completely slick.

“It’s two and a half inches wide!” Shamus retorted, “And ten inches long!”

“We won’t put it all in…” Seth insisted, “Come on, just this once? You might like it…”

Shamus hesitated, but he knew he’d eventually give in. He sighed.

“Just…fine but…you better be slow…”

Seth grinned triumphantly as Shamus crawled back onto all fours, allowing Seth to massage the base of his cock and get him hard again before pressing the tip on the dildo at his entrance.

“I’m going to start, okay?” Seth said, and Shamus merely nodded.

As Seth pushed the toy, gently at first, it stung as it passed the first ring of muscle.

“Ahhrg!” Shamus cried, “It won’t fit! Quit it!”

“It will, I can see it going in!” Seth retorted and he continued to push, “Just a little bit more…”

Shamus shuddered as he felt tears well up in his eyes, but all he could do was gasp. But he could feel the toy sliding in, slowly, slick and deep…it was so wide, but it rubbed mercilessly against his prostate as it pressed deeper…

“S-Seth…” Shamus gasped, “How far…how deep are you going to…”

“As far as I can.” He replied, concentrating on his task, “Your ass just keeps sucking it in…It’s forcing out all of my cum from earlier…I think you can take this whole thing inside you Shamus…”

“No I can’t…Nnn…don’t push much farther…I…Ah!” Shamus cried out in shock when he felt himself pulled backwards against his brother’s chest, and he just barely managed to keep himself steady by crouching.

“Damn it Seth!” Shamus cursed.

“Sit on it, you’ve already got the first six inches.” Seth insisted, his arms wrapped tightly around his brother’s chest, pushing him down on the dildo forcibly, “You’re more than half way there…”

“I can’t!” Shamus cried out.

“Yes you can, you can take it all in bro…”

“It’s…it’s too deep, it’s too far in…” Shamus gasped as he felt his brother press him down, and he felt the slick instrument slide further in, deeper than he’d ever dared go before, “N-No…”

“Wow, your ass is really taking it all in…” Seth purred, “That’s two more inches down already…”

Shamus panted helplessly as Seth became even more insistent, impaling his body onto the toy faster, with more force. It was extremely painful, agonizing even. So why was it turning him on?

“You want it deeper, don’t you brother? You want this whole thing inside you…” Seth persisted, licking up his brother’s ear, “Keep relaxing your muscles…just a bit more…”

“W-Wait…Seth it…It feels weird…Ahh…” Shamus hissed through his tears as his brother did not relent, and looking down he could see the black toy disappearing inside of him, steadily getting swallowed in, but it was so deep…

With a violently abrupt gesture, Seth crushed him downwards, forcing in the last few inches so that it looked like Shamus was just sitting on the bed and nothing more. Shamus was paralyzed, his whole body was overwhelmed by this intrusion. He just lay against his brother, gasping.

“T-Take…Take it out…Seth…” Shamus begged breathlessly, “It…It hurts..! I can’t move…”

“Nonsense.” Seth cooed from behind him, reaching under Shamus’s arm and stroking his hard and weeping cock, “You’re so turned on…you like it, don’t you? Having this massive thing inside of you…”

Shamus just trembled, unable to deny what his body betrayed. It was good …but terribly painful, and it was much too far in…Seth was stroking his cock as he considered this, and all of Shamus’s coherent thoughts turned blank. He was at Seth’s mercy…it hadn’t been the first time this had happened. Seth often got carried away.

But all Shamus could do now was feel. His arms were lying limply at his sides as his brother gave him one of his trademark handjobs, applying varied pressure in just the right places…

Wavering on the brink once again, as Shamus gasped and clenched his muscles, the toy pressed snugly inside of him, still pressing excruciatingly hard against his prostate…the twin gasped and cried out his brother’s name as he came for a second time. He sagged against Seth’s chest, completely limp, breathing deeply and staring off into space once more.

Seth finally shifted Shamus to the side and pulled the toy all the way out, slowly, making his brother sigh in relief as he lay on the bed, completely spent. Seth would have to wash everything by himself this time, they both knew it.

The last thought in Shamus’s barely conscious mind was the thankful notion that tomorrow was a Saturday. He’d be lucky if he was able to walk by the end of the weekend.

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END of Chapter 1.

…yes. Very smexful, no?

That dildo actually exists, except TWELVE inches long and THREE inches thick. I googled “sex toys” and I found it in an online store. I decided it might be too cruel for Shamus though, so I toned it down…

All the same, I don’t suggest trying this at home, folks. I mean, OUCH, liek WHOA (i mispelled that on purpose, for those who don't understand the humorosity of netspeakings). This would be physically impossible for a woman (even the 10 inch one), and a man must be major-le-stretchy + have PRACTICED before being able to achieve this thing.

Most chapters will be a bit shorter than this one. Consider this a taste of what’s to come (no pun intended).

I hope you enjoyed this so far!

PLEASE leave reviews if you like and want more!