Twins Keeping Warm - 1. Chapter 1 – How it Began

Okay, I want to start off by saying I have never been attracted to my twin brother. I have read some of these stories online and they always seem to have that moment of realisation when someone all of a sudden comes to think that their brother (or sister, or mother, or father, or half-cousin) is insanely good-looking. I've never felt like that about Erik. He's my brother and he looks exactly like me, so I can't really say that I have ever entertained sexual thoughts about him or found him attractive. Of course, you might not believe that when you read this; but I suppose that does not really matter.

Before I launch into this story, I think it is best to describe how Erik and I look. We are both 16-years-old with blue eyes and blonde-ish hair. I am not really sure how best to describe it, it's not really a golden yellow, but certainly not brown. I guess it is somewhere in between. We are both about 5'6" and weigh about 10 stone. I guess you would say we are pretty fit. Neither Erik nor I have ever had any trouble pulling girls and both lost our virginity at 14. I am proud to say that I was first, but Erik lost his virginity about a week after me, so the victory was short-lived. I am a diver and Erik swims, so of course we are natural aquatic rivals. Our muscle-development is the way people tell us apart. Because Erik is a swimmer he has much broader shoulders and a much better developed back than I do. If you were to look at us with our shirts on, you would probably think he was fitter than me, but because I dive I have a stronger core and my 6-pack is much more developed than his. I like to make fun of him and say he doesn't have one; but to be honest he does,
it is just not as obvious and defined as mine.

This story takes place in Colorado. I don't remember what city it was, but it was somewhere in the mountains with skiing and loads of snow. Mum and dad are really keen adventurers, so we holiday all over and have done loads of these ski trips before. I really love going. Erik started snowboarding a few years ago, but I never developed the taste for it. I can't stand falling down in the snow, so I stick to the skis. Erik is rather good, though. Mum and dad had gotten two cabins in the mountains which were part of some kind of timeshare, thing. There are about 50 of these small, freestanding buildings all served by the same company. Erik and I shared a small one and mum and dad were in the bigger one. Ours had a small bedroom, tiny kitchen, decent living room and huge bathroom. I really didn't like the set-up; but we were there to ski, not to stay in the rooms so I reckoned it didn't matter.

We had a great two day's of skiing. The weather was perfect, the powder was amazing and the whole family was having a great time. After dinner Erik and I went back to our cabin and started watching some South Park on the television. After about an hour, the power went out. It wouldn't have mattered, we were ready to go to bed anyway; but we came to realise that the heater had shut off too. The temperature was alright then, but as soon as the heat dissipated from the room, we would be freezing. This was not going
to be good.

`I'm going to put on every single piece of clothing I have,' Erik said

`Brilliant.' I replied, `we can be like the stay-puff marshmallow man from Ghostbusters'

`You have a better idea, genius?'

`It would probably be smarter if we took off our clothes and got in the same bed.'

`Actually, that is a pretty good idea,' he said, `I call big spoon.'

`What, you're mental! It was my idea, if anyone gets to be big spoon it's me'

`I'm older' he said, which was always his clever retort (despite only having a 6 minute claim on the title).

`It was my idea!'

`Fine, I'll flip you for it, best two out of three. Call it in the air.'

Erik flipped a coin, like they do in the movies. Since it was pitch dark without any lights, I used my mobile so he could see. I called heads and, and naturally, it came up tails twice in a row.

`Brilliant,' I said with seething sarcasm, and started to take my clothes off. I crawled into bed and Erik got in behind me. I could tell this was going to be a good idea; I already felt warmer with the heat emanating from Erik's body. Our legs intertwined and Erik wrapped both his strong arms around my chest. I could feel his tense biceps against the side of my body. I could also feel the warmth of his breath against the nape of my neck. It was strange, I felt so afe and secure in his strong arms. The warmth of his hard body felt so
good behind me. We kept talking. We were tried, but neither of us were really ready to sleep. We talked about everything. Erik really is my best friend and we never want for topics of conversation. We can talk for hours about even the most asinine topics. As we spoke, Erik mindlessly moved his hands up and down my chest. He seemed to be cupping my peck with his left hand and he moved his right up and down my abs.

`I have to admit, I really wish I had your chest.'

`Get your arse out of the pool lanes and start doing some core work. Swimming is for twats.'

`I'm serious. You really do have the proverbial washboard abs.'

As he said this he moved his fingers around each muscle, tracing the defined lines. The warmth coming from his fingers felt amazing. I loved the adoration he was going to my stomach. Now he was using his whole hand, moving it around my abs. Touching and tracing. It felt so good. He progressed down lower feeling the muscles along the way. Then he reached the defined `V' they formed and traced that with his finger as well. Finally he reached my pubic hair.

`What the fuck,' he said, `Do you trim your pubes?'

`Yeah, I don't want to shave them and look like a 10-year-old, but I think it looks better when the pubes are cut a little short.'

He seemed intrigued by my choice of grooming and was now running his fingers through my pubic hair. As he moved his fingers through my entangled black bush he eventually reached my balls.

`Oh, wow, Anton, your balls are so warm. You don't mind if I keep my hands here do you?'

`Well, I usually charge a lot for that sort of thing; but I suppose I can give you a family discount.'

He gave me a cheeky squeeze and brought his other hand down to my testicles. It felt a bit odd, but it really was bloody freezing and I liked the feel of Erik's strong hands wrapped around my bollocks. He kept his hands cupping my balls gently squeezing and caressing me. It felt amazing and I eventually started to get a semi. As my cock started to grow a
little, Erik moved his hand until it was on the base of my shaft. This made me even harder. Erik kept his left hand cupping my plums, but moved his right hand of the shaft of my prick. My cock kept growing in his hand and soon, the swollen head was in his grasp. He took his hand and wrapped it around my bell-end.

`Sometimes I forgot that you were circumcised,' he said.

Mum and dad had a big argument about whether or not to circumcise us and eventually decided to split the difference, so to speak. I was the one who got the chop while Erik stayed in-tact.

`I like it,' he said.

He took his hand and brought it to his mouth and licked his fingers before returning it to the tip of my prick. He started to rub and squeeze me. I could feel his, now fully hard willy pressed up against my arse. My cock reached its full 6.5" and Erik continued to move his strong hand up and down my thick shaft. I felt a tingling running through my body each time he reached the end. He kept a slow pace and I could feel his warm breath against the back of my neck. He continued to move up and down the shaft, squeezing the tip when he reached it and then descending down. I had no idea how good it could feel to get a hand-job. I had never liked it much when girls wanked me off; but Erik knew just wanted I wanted. I'm sure this was exactly how he got himself off. It felt electric. I could feel surges
of energy pulsating through my body as his strong hand moved up and down my thick, hard, shaft. His prick felt like a bar of steel pressed against my backside. After a few minuets of incalculable pleasure, Erik took his hand off mine and I then felt him spread my arse cheeks.

I felt the warmth of his bell-end in my arse and he held my chest with both arms while he forced the rest of his 6.5" of cock inside of me. A soft moan left his lips when he had pushed his entire prick inside of me. For about 30 seconds he didn't move. We just felt each other. I felt the warmth emanating from his throbbing member. It felt huge inside me and I could feel it pulsating. My cock was leaking pre-cum. I had never felt as aroused
as I did with that dick inside of me. After a while he pulled me close to his body, his strong arms wrapped around my chest. He started to thrust in and out of me. The pleasure was overwhelming. Each time he rammed his prick into me I could hear his bollocks slap against my arse. Each thrust brought more pleasure than the last. The tingling spread throughout my body. I didn't want it to stop. The pleasure of his thrusts and pulls was
incalculable. His left hand began to rub and stimulate my nipple. He twisted it between his thumb and forefinger. It sent shockwaves throughout my chest as his anal bombardment continued, unabashed. His right hand descended to my cock and he began to stroke it as he had before. He held it in his hands, moving up and down the shaft, pausing and squeezing when he reached the bell-end. There was no need for spit this time, his hand glided up and down my hard shaft lubricated by my pre-cum. His cock continued to thrust into me, deeper ad deeper it ventured. He let out a moan of pleasure each time his pubic bone smashed into my arse. Finally he yelled and he filled me with his hot spunk. I could feel it when he exploded inside of me. The warmth and tingling spread from my anus to my toes. It swirled around inside my body, filling me with pleasure. He pulled me even tighter
against his body as he released his final volley of cum inside of me. This pushed me over the edge, and with a scream I spunked more than I ever had before. It formed a huge lake on the bed. I felt drained of myself, but full of the essence of my twin brother. I had never felt so complete, so warm, so pleased. We lay there, not moving for what must have been five minutes. Erik extended his tongue and gently suckled on my earlobe and his hands resumed their task of tracing the muscles of my chest.

Eventually he let his soft prick fall out of my body and he rolled onto his back exposing his chest to the cold night air for the first time. I turned around and looked into his blue eyes. I lifted my hand and ran my fingers through his shaggy blonde hair and said:

`Erik, I'm not going to lie: that was kind of gay.'

`haha,' he replied, `that was merely a means to an end. Just a way to keep warm.'

`Oh, really,' I said.

I turned around and picked up the lake of my cum and rubbed the warm liquid over his face.

`Then that must feel great,' I cheekly replied

Erik smiled, licked his lips and gently pulled my face down to his and passionately kissed me. His tongue reached back into my mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair and broke off the kiss saying:

`I love you, Anton'

I kissed him back and placed my head on his chest. The slow and mechanical beating of his heart rang in my ears as I drifted off to sleep.