NOTE: The following work is complete fiction and does not represent the young men in the accompanying pictures in any way. It also deals with fraternal incest, so if that might offend you, read no further.

"Hi, there. I'm Adam."

"And I'm Brook."

"Otherwise known as the Simpson Twins. We are identical twins, but we were not born on the same day."

"Or even in the same month. Adam was born at 15 minutes to midnight on January 31st, 1992. I was born twenty-five minutes later at 12:10 on February 1st."

"Imagine what a mess our birthday would have been if I was born on December 31st!

"Anyway, I was born first, and the tag on my toe said 'Simpson, Boy A'."

"And the tag on mine read 'Simpson, Boy B'."

"Dad was always a joker, and wanted to name us Alpha and Beta, but our mother wouldn't hear of it, but she did agree on Adam and Brook."

"In case you don't get it, Dad loves to play with words. Adam was the first man, and the first letters of my name are B-R-O as in 'brother'."

"As I'm the eldest, I'll do the best to tell our story, and Brook can break in where he feels the need to clarify something or give his viewpoint."

"That suits me. You were always more of a chatterbox than me, anyway."

"Anyway, apart from being identical twins born of different days, our lives have been pretty normal. One thing that did set us apart from the average kid is that our dad is very rich. He got into electronics, technology and the internet right at the beginning and made his millions.

"That doesn't mean that we were spoiled, however. Both dad and mom came from working-class backgrounds, and insisted we learn to work for what we wanted. Brook and I both had part-time jobs all the way through senior high, and even today, although we are working for one of Dad's companies, we are just like the rest of the employees, not the boss's sons. Most of the other employees don't even realize that the big boss is our dad.

"Our mother died when we were ten. It was pretty hard on both of us, more on Brook, though, I think."

"Yes, I think Mom gave me special attention because I was her youngest. She could always tell us apart in an instant. Dad never could. He still has to ask us which brother we are when we enter a room alone. He can usually tell if we are together."

"Yeah, the pranks we played on him over the years …

"Brook and I spent more time together than most kids, like all twins tend to do. We have a special playmate exactly our age and exactly like ourselves."

"We even invented our own secret language that only we could understand."

"How did we do that? We don't even really understand how ourselves. I think it might have started with Adam or I making up a nonsense name for some thing or some one or some toy, and I learned it, and it stuck. Our psychologist says it's a word-substitution language, so it's basically really just English with substitute words. It developed over the years. We can hold a pretty good conversation with it these days, and no-one else can understand us."

"Dad always encouraged us to participate in sports. He even tried to get us to play on different teams, but soon found that didn't work well, because we came into competition with each other, and we either over-competed, or didn't strive against each other at all. It was better for everyone if Brook and I were on the same teams."

"Of course, we always had the perfect person to practise with, any time we wanted. But we didn't have exactly the same abilities. Adam was always a bit better than me at soccer, and I was always a bit better than him at tennis and swimming."

"But I killed you at golf!"

"That's because you cheat!"

"Anyway, so Brook and I lived with just Dad through our teens after Mom died. It was probably harder on Dad than on us. Who needs to live with a teenager, let alone two of them? Identical twins, at that!

"What's it like being identical twins? It's fantastic. People like you can never really understand it. It's not just seeing yourself in a mirror. When you look in a mirror, you don't see yourself as others see you. You see a reversed image. When I look at Brook, or when he looks at me, we see ourselves just as others see us.

"And it's more than just the physical similarities. We have the same emotional ups and downs, too, often at the same time, and if it's not, we can usually tell what's going on with each other. No, we can't read each other's minds, but we can and do finish each other's sentences.

"It was in our last year of high-school that a wall sprang up between us. It was because I could no longer be honest with Brook. I could not tell him everything about me.

"It all started when, for the first time in our lives, we started spending time with other friends, friends that were not mutual friends, as all our friends had always been to that time."

"Brook started seeing a girl, Irene. She was in the same home-room at school with us. Brook and Irene would do a lot of things together - movies, dances, homework, picnics, all that sort of stuff. Sometimes I would accompany them, but mostly not.

"I was spending my time more and more with guys from school, especially Jeff, who was in my PE class, one of the only two classes I did not attend at the same time as Brook. We both took immersion French and the class size was limited, so while I took French, he took PE, and vice-versa.

"It was because of Jeff that the wall between us sprang up. I soon realized that I was sexually attracted to Jeff. He was tall, handsome, friendly, and had a large cock, which I saw every day in the showers after gym class. I knew he had seen me sneaking glances, but I also knew he was sneaking glances at mine. I longed to touch it, to suck it, to touch Jeff, to kiss him.

"That was the first I realized that I was gay. Sure, Brook and I had played dirty-buggers a few time growing up and jerked each other off, and sucked each other's dicks, and even fucked each other, but that was all in play, just teenage experimenting, that's all …

"So one Friday night, when I knew Dad would be gone to the theatre with Dave, a friend of his, and Brook would be going to a movie with Irene, I invited Jeff over.

"We both knew why I had invited him. We had both felt the attraction between us. No sooner t had the door of our games room closed behind us, than we were clawing at each other's t-shirts and jeans, undressing each other. In anticipation, neither of us had worn undies. Our cocks pop free as soon as we undid our flies. In a flash I had backed the naked Jeff onto the couch, and had his cock in my mouth.

"As I've said, I'd sucked Brook's dick before, but that was in fun. This was in earnest. This was S-E-X Sex! This was lust!

"Unlike me, Jeff had never had his cock sucked before, and could not control his dick. I had sucked him only for about a minute before his dick blasted his cum into my mouth. I had tasted cum before, both my own and Brook's, but never so much as this. I had to keep swallowing or it would have dribbled all over the place. But I knew I liked it. I knew I would do this again. And I knew I wanted it done to me.

"Having cum, Jeff was no longer too interested in sucking my dick, but he did jerk me off before we got dressed again and played some games on the PS3.

"It was no big deal that he didn't suck me. Our meetings on Friday night when Dad was usually out socializing with Dave and other guys he knew, and Brook was usually out somewhere with Irene, Jeff and I got to do it all, to explore everything men do to and with each other.

"However, this was something I couldn't share with Brook. I didn't want him to find out I was a homo, a faggot, a cock-sucker, a fudge-packer and all the other words we had both used to deride homosexuals.

But the secrecy, the hiding, and the guilt eventually got to me. I decided to go straight. I would not meet with Jeff any more. I would not have sex with any man, with any one at all. I certainly wasn't interested in girls. Brook and I were so different!"

"I knew something was eating at Adam, but I didn't have a clue what it was. I know that when I asked him what was wrong, he just snapped 'Nothing!' at me, and when I persisted, he told me to mind my own fucking business.

"The truth was, I had a secret all of my own — a secret I had only shared with Irene. She must have been wondering for ages why I never tried to get any further than first base with her. She knew I wasn't religious or anything.

"Eventually, when we were alone at her house all one evening, and I didn't try anything with her, she burst into tears and demanded to know why I never ever tried to touch her or anything. Was she that ugly?

"So I broke down and told her. I was gay. I was only hot for guys. Worse, I was only hot for one guy — Adam.

Irene wasn't shocked or anything. She was actually relieved that it hadn't been about her at all. I guess she's my fag hag now, or at least my best friend. She said she had always sort of guessed that my love for Adam was more than just brotherly. She sympathized, and said I should tell Adam how I felt. When I refused, ashamed to tell my brother my dreadful, shameful secret, Irene suggested I at least tell my Dad.

"So that's what I did. I told him I was gay. I didn't tell him I was gay for my brother, just that I was gay. I thought he would go ballistic, disown me or something, but he didn't. He told me the world wasn't coming to an end, that I was not some freak, that he loved me and always would, no matter what . He finally added 'You should talk to your brother about this.' But I didn't, not right away."

"But my self-imposed celibacy didn't work. Brook kept bugging me about what was bothering me, but I couldn't tell him, of course. Instead I blew up at him more and more often. It made it worse that he was still going out regularly with Irene. He was spending tons of time with her and less and less with me. With no Jeff to keep me company, and to keep my sex drive satisfied, I was awfully lonely, and frequented gay chat rooms online to find guys to jerk off with.

It was home alone one night that I realized that I was mad at Brook for going out with Irene, and I was mad at Irene for taking Brook away from me. I was jealous of her. I was in love with my brother, and could never have him. I felt like I was going crazy. Even Dad was worried about me, but I never thought of discussing these things with him

Finally, one evening, Dad and I were alone. Brook was out with Jeff.

Dad came and sat down beside me. 'do you have something you want to tell me?' he asked.

"'No!' I exclaimed.

"He just said, 'I think you do, and I think I know what it is, but I'd rather hear it from you.'

"First I burst into tears, but then I just couldn't hold it back. I burst out with, 'Dad, I'm a faggot. I like guys!

"And just as Brook has already said, Dad told me the world wasn't coming to an end, that I was not some freak, that he loved me and always would, no matter what . And then he said, 'You should talk to your brother about this,' and left it at that. But like Brook, I put that talk off as long as I could."

"Dad brought it all to a head. He asked us each to stay home that night, because he had something he wanted to say to us. I wondered what it could be. I knew he wasn't going to get married again or anything like that.

"The three of us had dinner together, then Dad announced 'I know you both have things you need to say to each other, important things. I'm going out for the night. I want you boys to stay in, and sit down and tell each other what you need to say' and with that, he left.

"The two of us just sat in the living room in silence for the longest time. We would each start to say something then stop.Then Adam spoke out."

"I'm the oldest, so I guess I should go first. It's sort of about you and Irene. And me. You see, I'm gay …"

"I was dumbfounded. Adam was jealous of me and Irene.'Oh, wow! About Irene. I'm not in love with her or anything. I'm not doing her or anything. We are just friends. You see, I'm gay, too …'

Adam looked kind of puzzled 'Really? I never suspected - I guess because of Irene.'

" 'Well, I sort of suspected you were,' I told him. 'You spend an awful lot of Friday nights alone here with Jeff. Are you in love with him?'

"Adam looked at me rather strangely, then he said quietly, "No, Brook, I'm not in love with him. I'm in love with you …

" 'You are?' I cried. 'because I'm in love with you, too. Not just because you're my brother. I'm in love with you!"

"And that was it. It a moment we were hugging and kissing each other. Not a brotherly kissing. It was a passionate kissing, he kissing of lovers. Brook was tearing at my clothes to get them off me, and I was tearing at his. We were both laughing and crying at the same time, telling each other how stupid we'd been, how much we loved each other.

"In no time at all we were both naked, stretched out on the couch in the living room. Dad was gone for the night. There was no need to hold back, nothing to stop us making love right then and there. I pushed Brook back onto the couch and climbed on top of him. By now both of us had massive erections. They rubbed together between us as I pressed down on top of him, kissing him hungrily. I wanted Brook and I wanted his cock!

"I kneeled on the couch, looking at Brook's naked, beautiful body. His cock stood up straight and stiff. It was so inviting. I smiled at him, and he smiled at me, knowing what was coming. I bent forward and took his uncut dick into my mouth, sucking on it, drawing it into me. Brook placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down further onto his cock.

"I heard him say, 'Oh, I love you so much,' but with my mouth full of dick, all I could say was 'mmmm'

"I pushed Adam up off me long enough to squirm around on the couch so that I could get at his dick, too. Lying underneath him, I looked up at his cock and balls. His cock looked exactly like my own, long, thick, and with a slight bend to the right. The intensity of his erection had caused his foreskin to slide back to reveal the inviting, pink head of his cock, and a drop of pre-cum hung there invitingly.

"I felt his mouth once more cover my shaft, and begin sucking and tonguing. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, just as mine was in his. I lifted my head slightly, opened my mouth, and took his prick into it.

"Unlike Adam here, I had never sucked another man's dick, only his, when we were both a few years younger and our dicks were so much smaller. Now I had a big, man-sized cock in my mouth. It was a totally new and exciting experience. It was all I could do not to cum right away, but I managed to hold back.

"I sucked and tongued, and bobbed on Adam's cock, just as he was doing to mine. It was a fantastic experience, sucking his dick while he was sucking mine, almost like sucking my own. The salty taste of his pre-cum was just like my own - delicious!

"No, neither of us can suck our own dicks, although we've both tried. Who needs to, when we have our identical twin to do it for us anytime we want?

"Eventually, Adam pulled his dick out of my mouth, and I reluctantly let go of his. He scrambled to the other end of the couch and lifted my legs up over me. I didn't know quite what he wanted of me, so I just went with the gentle pressure he was applying.

"The position he had me in exposed my bum-hole to him. I was not expecting what happened next. He put his head down between my legs and bushed my balls out of the way with one hand, then kissed my ass. I thought 'That's kind of sweet,' but I did not expect what came next. Adam began to lick my hole and poke his tongue into me, and even suck on my hole. It was a new and exciting experience to me, one I had never even imagined. I had never heard of rimming until then.

" 'Like that?' Adam asked me.

" 'Oh, yes!' I told him.

"Brook was moaning with pleasure as I wetted up his asshole with my spit. I ran my lightly stubbled chin across his hole, and he practically screamed with pleasure! Then I slipped a finger into him, and he moaned even more. 'Yes, finger-fuck me,' he cried. I was only too happy to oblige. I understood the pleasure he was getting, having receive similar treatment from Jeff.

"I wriggled my finger in and out of his excited hole until he was writhing and grinding back upon my finger, trying for more. I applied some more spit to my fingers and slipped two fingers into him, and then three. I didn't really need any more spit, because his ass seemed to be producing a lubrication all of its own.

"Eventually he could take no more of my fingers, the pleasure was too restricted. 'Fuck me, Adam. Please, fuck me!' he begged

"I was only too ready to do so, but I didn't want to hurt this brother whom I loved so much. 'Have you ever been fucked before?' I asked him.

He replied 'Only by you when we were younger, but I don't care. I want your cock in me. I want your cum in me.'

I told him to kneel on the couch, and rest on its arm. Brook did as he was told exposing his sweet hole to my approach. I kneel behind him and guided my dick head to its target. We didn't need any more lube. Brook's hole was wet with spit and his own body juices, and my cock was dripping pre-cum, which I rubbed all over it.

"Gently, oh so very gently, I pushed my dick head against his orifice, intending to ease it in gradually so as not to hurt my brother. But that was not to be. Brook thrust his ass back onto my dick, driving it into himself in one rush. I could feel my knob and shaft opening up passageways inside him.

"Brook let out a scream of pain and pleasure mixed, and then I was fully in him. I felt complete, fucking my brother, my other self, my twin, my lover!"

"When Adam's cock entered me, I was filled first with exquisite pain, then with his cock, and then with love. This was what I had been craving for ages, physical and emotional one-ness with my brother, my other half. We closer now than we had ever been, even in our mother's womb.

"Adam asked, 'Did I hurt you?'. I assured him that the only thing he could ever do to hurt me would be to leave me alone.

"His dick was feeling great in me by now. The pain was gone, magically. Now I wanted one more thing from him. I wanted his cum inside me. As Adam thrust his cock in and out of me, I clenched his dick with my butt-muscles, trying to suck his juices out of him. I knew they must be ready to burst forth, because my own cock was almost to the eruption point.

"Sure enough, Adam began to gasp, as sign I recognized from my own masturbations that he was about to shoot. Just as I expected, his whole body quivered and shook as he blasted squirt after squirt of his precious cum deep inside me.

"When he finally finished, he pulled out of me, and we sat side by side on the couch. "That was wonderful!' he said, and I agreed whole-heartedly, my ass warm from the penetration it had undergone. My did was still very hard, and Adam grasped it and masturbated it gently, sliding my foreskin back and forth. It was very tight, because my dick was so hard.

" 'You haven't cum yet, have you?' he asked. I had not. 'We need to get you off,' Adam said, 'inside me!'

"Adam pushed me back against the back of the couch. He spread my legs, and squatted over me, facing out. My cock stood up hard and long. Adam's cock, by this time, had softened, but was still swollen. Adam reached behind himself to grasp my cock. He guided it to his bum-hole as he lowered himself down onto me. I got a glimpse of his hole as he started down. It was shiny and wet. He, too, had been producing juices of his own.

"There was a brief pause in his downward motion as the tip of my cock came to rest against his hole. Then he pushed down more, and he opened and took my dick inside himself. Looking down between us, I saw my cock disappearing inside him.

"Adam kept bearing down until he was seated fully in my lap, my penis hard up into him. As I said, I was already ready to explode, and all it took was a few up and down motions, and a little clenching of his sphincter and it was my turn to gasp and shudder as my sperm flooded up my column and into my brother.

"When Brook exploded inside me, I could actually feel his essence flowing into me. I felt a sense of completeness, of total unity with him. I felt that he had given me the most the most intimate part of himself, his own seed, in the most intimate part of me, my man hole, my special place, meant just for him. I know Jeff had explore it and entered it, but this was so much more. This was the other part on me, my twin brother."

"Fulfilled and sated, still impaled by his softening cock, I twisted my head round and we kissed, awkwardly but passionately.

"Finally, I lifted myself of my brother, and led him to my bedroom. For the last couple of years we had had separate bedrooms, but that would be no more. We climbed into bed, and cradled together, slept, waking several times during the night to kiss and make love again, revelling in our passions."

"We slept in, and were only awoken when Dad opened the door to Adam's bedroom — no, our bedroom. My first reaction was to try to hide or something, or crawl under the sheets. But it was no use, of course. We were caught red-handed. Maybe I should say red-cocked or red-assholed because both had been given good work-outs during the night.

"But Dad wasn't perturbed at all. He gave us both a big smile. 'I gathered from the clothes all over the living room that you two had had that talk I suggested and solved your problems in the best possible way. Don't let me disturb you. I just wanted you to know it's alright with me. I love you both and always will.' And he left us alone, closing the door behind him.

"Brook and I marvelled that morning about how understanding our father was, how accepting that he had two gay, incestuous sons. It was not until our graduation night that we understood. He invited his friend Dave to accompany him to our graduation dinner. That night they told us that Dave was moving in with Dad, that they were thinking of getting married.

"It was a complete shock to both of us. We had never thought of our father as a sexual being, let alone a gay sexual being. But we came to accept this new knowledge almost immediately. We did not resent the fact that Dave was taking the place of our mother, but welcomed him into the family.

"A few weeks after Dave moved in, we suggested to Dad that maybe Brook and I should get a our own place. He thought it was a great idea, and although we had both started work for one of his companies, he offered to pay our rent for us."

"Which is great for us, because rents for even a small house like this here in Vancouver are astronomical.

"Anyway, we have lived together in this apartment for four years now. To the rest of the world we are just two brothers who share expenses and an apartment. Only a few close friends, like Irene and Jeff know the truth, that we are gay, and lovers.

"In our own eyes we are married, even though that can never be in real life. That's something normal gay men have over us. They can get married. Adam and I can't. Incest is a crime in Canada, and probably always will be, even though the taboo between two brothers or two sisters makes no sense at all. There is no chance of inbreeding, the real reason for the anti-incest laws.

"But we are closer than normal gay men will ever be. That's where we are better off."

"But in exchange for this interview, we want something from you. You see, Brook and I can do a lot of things to each other at the same time - we can kiss each other at the same time, we can suck each other's dicks at the same time, and it's awkward, but we can even rim each other at the same time.

"One thing we can't do is fuck each other at the same time. That's where you come in. We agreed to talk to you because you look very much like us facially and physically. Same height, same build, same size basket.

"We want you to have a threesome with us. While one of us fucks the other, we want you to fuck him, and we'll change around. It's not the same as if we each had the other in us at the same time, but it's close. Are you interested?

"You don't really need to answer. We can see by that bulge in your pants that you're interested. Shall we get started?"

Editor's Note: Unlike Adam and Brook, I am not going to go into lengthy detail of what occurred thereafter. I'll leave that to your imagination. All I will say is that I have been invited to come again, whenever I like!

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