Sammy's Kitchen - 3. Chapter 3

I can’t believe I really did it. I uploaded the longer version featuring me and Jake dry-humping on his bed for almost ten minutes. I watched it again and again, trying to convince myself that it was pure and innocent brotherly love on display and nothing else. I failed every goddamn time.

I named it “Making a Traditional Filipino Recovery Soup for my Sick Twin Brother.” It couldn’t have been more misleading, although you could technically learn how to make a darn good sopas from it. I did feed it to Jake, too, so it was all technically correct. But the unquestionable and undisputed centerpiece of this video was its second half. The top-notch quality I achieved thanks to the new camera only made it look worse (or better, depending on how you look at it). Jake and I. Alone. Grinding our groins together, slowly and tenderly.

That night, my dreams were weird and felt more like hallucinations. I woke up with a dry throat a few times and was afraid I was getting sick, too. I couldn’t get sick. I had to care for Jake. Every time I woke up, I checked on him to find him sleeping peacefully. While that was a relief, I’d still be uneasy as I fell to sleep again.

I was surprised to wake up the next morning feeling fresh, well-rested, and worry-free. Jake was still sleeping so I got up to pee and brush my teeth, trying to remember why I was stressing out all night. I spat out the toothpaste and looked at my reflection in the mirror when I remembered - the video.

I quickly dried my hands and rushed back to the room and picked my phone. Dozens of notifications. I gulped and checked how the new video was doing. I felt a lump forming in my throat and it didn’t go away when I saw it had almost 7k views. Oh my god. One year of posting cooking videos and no one cares and now…

Anxiously, I scrolled down to read the comments and my heart froze.

One said:
You boys are so in love, amazing!

The other one said:
That’s the sweetest video I’ve ever seen. I’ve watched it at least 50 times and it made me cry every time. The way you care for your twin in every imaginable way makes me miss my brother that I’ve never had. Beautiful!

And the top-voted one was:
This is not a video about cooking. This video is about the essence of generosity. Sharing your talents, sacrificing your time and giving out your love. Maybe this world isn’t lost just yet.

I got goosebumps all over my body. I found it hard to read further. All comments were in the same spirit, very wholesome and supportive. Except one that said:
Is it just me or are these boys dry-humping each other near the end? They’re brothers and underage, WTF? I think the sick one cums around 17:03 mark.

I gasped. What? It’s impossible! I watched this more times than I can count, how could I…

I clicked on the timestamp and watched the fragment. Maybe it was auto-suggestion but now that I watched that moment, I saw Jake open his mouth a bit wider and intensify his humping a little bit. After fifteen seconds, he let out a long sigh and stopped moving and a smile appeared on his face.

“Sammy?” I jumped when I heard Jake’s voice. “Are you alright? You look pale.”

I didn’t even notice when he woke up. I got into the bed with him and gave him my phone.

“Read the comments,” I said.

“Whoa, so many views!” Jake exclaimed but his voice broke and he got a cough attack. Then, after a while, he added: “The comments are so nice, little bro! They’re all true, too.”

I opened my eyes wide. “...all of them?”

Jake just looked to the side and winked at me. “Look, there’s even one about the cooking part! That soup looks delicious and judging by the way your brother looks at you, I’m sure it is. It’s so true!”

I grabbed his arm. “We need to take it down, Jakey. Before it’s too late!”

“Sammy… slow down. Can’t you see? You got something special here. You’re expressing your love through your cooking. You’re making people emotional to the core. You’re a true artist, Sammy.”

“But all these comments about us being in love… what will people think?”

“Hey, I love you and you love me. It’s never been a secret. Did anyone ever give you shit because of that?”

“No, but I’m not sure that’s what they meant in the comments. And the one about you…”

“That’s a thing you have to learn about being a content creator, Sammy. People will write all sorts of things but don’t you ever,” he stopped because he had another cough attack, “ever let it get to you and change who you are.”

“Jakey, your cough is awful. Ginger and honey tea coming right up!”

“You’re a lifesaver, Sammy.”

Don’t let it change who you are, I repeated Jake’s words in my mind. The problem was, I no longer knew who I was. Sure, I loved Jake since the day we were born but this felt more like falling in love and it was so confusing!

Ginger and honey tea. Not much you can mess up about that, right? Wrong! If you pour boiling water over honey, you’re killing all the goodness. I used the $5 kitchen thermometer I had bought a few months ago and, when the temperature was just right, I added two generous spoons.

I sat with Jake on the bed and caressed his curly hair gently while he slowly sipped his tea. He was keeping his hair just slightly longer than I did. Jake smiled at me with this reassuring smile that always helped me get through stressful moments. What would I do without it?

“Jakey?”

“Yes, Sammy?”

“When you move out and get a girlfriend or a wife could I, um, live in your basement or something and cook for you and make sure you’re safe and everything?”

That made him chuckle but his laugh turned into a cough. His eyes were still smiling when he put a hand on my knee. “I think it can be arranged.”

“I know it sounds silly but I mean it… You’re such a huge part of my life and soul, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to stand not having you around. And I don’t wanna be a burden for you, Jakey.”

“Here, hold my hand,” he said and I obeyed. It was a little cold and sweaty. “I need you just as much as you need me, Sammy. Maybe even more. It baffles me that you don’t see it. Look, how about I promise you that I will never ever leave you, no matter what?”

“Don’t do that, Jakey. When the time comes, I want you to leave. It’s your life. I’m not your babysitter. I love you but you know, if you love something, let it go.”

Jake moved a little closer to me and took my other hand. “I’m like a dog, Sammy. Imagine you have a dog for many, many years and after ten years you decide that you love him so much you want to let him go so he can taste freedom. You take him outside and say, ‘Run, run free my faithful dog, you’ve been a great friend and served me well. For your service, I grant you the best gift we know as humans - freedom.’ What do you think he will do? I’m exactly like that, Sammy. I only feel free when I’m here with you.”

I rolled my eyes. “That was beautiful, Jakey, but let’s have that conversation again in a few years.”

“We can have it every day for the rest of our lives.”

“Okay, that’s too much sugar,” I laughed but deep inside felt relieved. “Hey! Are you wearing the same boxer briefs three days in a row?”

“Yes, why? I’m not going outside or anything.”

I raised his arm and smelled his armpit. “Eww! I’m going to give you a bath, mister.”

***

“Are you recording today, Sammy?” Jake asked me after he was clean and back in the bed.

“No, I don’t feel like doing anything special. How about we eat some tomato spaghetti with extra garlic?”

“That sounds great. Can you overdose on garlic?”

“I don’t think so. That’s what is beautiful about it. Today I’ll upload the iPhone unboxing video. I recorded it yesterday. It’s not much but I’ll call it “Unboxing iPhone 13 I got from my Twin Brother” or something similar.”

“Good thinking, Sammy. I think I should help you with your channel from now on.”

“Why do you think so?”

“I don’t know, I just noticed that coincidentally, the only two videos featuring me are also the only ones that fucking exploded, Sammy. Can’t you see the pattern?”

It didn’t sound half bad, to be honest. The chemistry we had with each other seemed to be the thing that made the channel start standing out from the crowd. A few days passed, without me recording anything. The weekend was over and we got swamped with school work. Also, I felt intimidated by the popularity of my newest videos. The spring rolls video slowed down at nearly 10k views but the sopas humping vid wasn’t showing any signs of decreased interest and it was about to reach 25k views and had countless new comments I was too scared to read. I suspected people were sharing it on their social media because the number of views seemed to be increasing exponentially. I expected my account to get banned at any minute.

I also dreaded some of our friends, teachers, or family seeing it. Surely, more than one person had to notice Jake’s orgasm, and even if not, the humping was bad enough on its own and impossible to miss. The only real-life comment we got was from Sasha when he and Dean came over on Friday evening to play board games. Board games were something that connected Jake’s world and mine and there was an unwritten rule that neither cooking nor sports could be discussed. Jake’s fever was gone and his cough was much better but he was sneezing every five minutes and it was pretty gross.

After we finished playing Talisman, Sasha cleared his throat. “So, can we finally talk about the elephant in the room?”

“What’s that?” Jake asked with a smile.

“You know, your brother making you cum in the newest video?”

That was one of the reasons I didn’t exactly like Sasha. He almost never addressed me directly - only by talking to Jake and referring to me as his brother.

“What’s to talk about?” Jake replied. “I wish everyone had a brother like Sammy to take care of them when they’re sick. He was so caring and loving, I almost wished I’d stay sick forever.”

“But seriously like, dude. If the word goes out, you’ll be in trouble. What did your mom say?”

“She didn’t see it.”

That’s right, Mom didn’t see it. She was always busy and even if she wasn’t, she took my little YouTube career with a grain of salt and was not about to check for video updates. Sure, she cheered for me but that’s what mothers do.

“Dude, I mean it, better take that down. Maybe nothing bad has come out of it yet but it will. If they learn at school, they can even kick you out.”

I wanted to say something to support Jake, but the reality was that Sasha was voicing my exact concerns. They lingered in the back of my head long after he and Dean were gone and after a while, Jake noticed.

“You’re still worried about that video, huh?” he asked.

I shrugged. “You know I am.”

“Isn’t that what I warned you about, Sammy? You can’t let people like Sasha get into your head. He’s probably just jealous of you.”

“Jealous of me?”

“Uh-huh. I think so. He’s my best friend, sure, but we both know that you are my best friend, Sammy.”

“Really?”

“Of course you are, little bro. I’d give my life for you and you know it.”

I gave him my hand and he took it. “Listen, Jakey, I don’t want to sound ungrateful or anything, and I agree I should walk my own path, but I can’t be like this. Ever since we uploaded this video, I’m all jumpy and stressed out. It’s… it’s just not me, Jakey, I’m sorry!”

Jake looked me deep in the eyes but then something happened to his face. He grimaced, squinted his eyes, and opened his mouth a little bit.

“Jake? Jakey?? Are you alright?”

I shook his hand a bit. He looked as if he was having a seizure.

Jakey lasted like that for a few seconds when suddenly, he inhaled and sneezed abruptly. It looked like he tried to turn at the last second, but I still felt the spray on my face.

“Ewww, Jakey, cover your nose when you sneeze!”

He chuckled as he was wiping my face with the inside of his t-shirt.

“I’m sorry, Sammy, I didn’t feel it coming! And you know what? This sneeze was so powerful, it made me see the light! You’ve been right all along. It was so selfish of me. Making your brother cum is not a part of your cooking dream and I can’t force you to show it to the world.”

“So… you did cum?”

“Like hell I did. And you know what? At first, I thought it was a feverish wet dream, that is until I saw the video. Did you cum too?”

“No. I barely even registered what was happening. I just thought we were hugging and uh, that it felt really good.”

“It felt great, Sammy. But you are right. I don’t want you to lose sleep over this. Let’s delete that video. It will be just for us. Aaaand for thousands of people who have most likely downloaded it by now.”

“Jakey!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. And you know what? Now that I’m your manager, I have a new idea for you. I’ll tell you later. You’ll hate me when you hear it but you’ll love doing it!”

“Can’t you tell me now?”

“I can tell you what you have to do. You still remember how to make ice cream, right?”

“Please, easy!”

“Great. I need you to make a video on ice cream and make, say, six different flavors. Then we’ll play a little game.”

***

“Hey everyone, this is Sammy, and today I’ll show you how to make homemade ice cream. Joining me is my twin brother Jakey, so watch the whole thing because we have a surprise for you guys!”

I was a bit nervous, ain’t gonna lie. Jake was right, I fucking hated his idea when he first told me about it. Now that I finally agreed to do it - keeping the right to not publish it if it turns out to be too far out of my comfort zone - I had to admit I was excited.

I started filming as on any other day, except that I had another chance to use my new phone. I still couldn’t get used to the video quality. I would never ask Mom to spend a fortune to remodel the kitchen but I could now see how bad it looked. Thankfully, Mom was at work. After all, we wouldn’t be able to do what we were going to do with her here.

Jake was helping me and in a useful way. After the ice cream was ready, we took a bowl of every flavor and moved the setup to our room, and sat on the floor.

“Alright guys, we’ve got six flavors: chocolate, caramel, strawberry, coffee, blueberry, and mint. Now it’s time for the taste test. Jake, are you ready?”

“Ready, Freddy.”

“Okay, then for Round One of the tests, have a try of every flavor and let us know how you rate them.”

Jake took a tablespoon and tried the ice cream from all six bowls, one by one.

“So? What’s the verdict?” I asked after he was done.

“I don’t know Sammy, they’re all delicious. I think I liked blueberry the most. It tasted like the real fruit, with the skin and everything. You really nailed this one, little bro. Second place goes to chocolate, then strawberry, mint, caramel, and finally coffee which I liked the least. But I don’t like coffee in general, so maybe it’s that.”

“Okay, so we’ve got a winner, it’s blueberry and coffee comes in last. Are you ready for Round Two, Jakey?”

“Always, Sammy.”

I swallowed loudly. I wasn’t sure if I was ready. I had to remind myself that we weren’t live and all could be deleted afterward.

“Awesome! In Round Two we’ll be doing… drumroll… taste mixing! Ice cream is delicious but the real art is to find the best taste combinations. The rule is simple. One of us chooses a flavor he likes and the other tries to find one that will complement it best. All clear?”

“Crystal clear. Can I go first?”

“You’re my guest, Jakey.”

“Okay, let me see, I’ll pick blueberry!”

“Wow, shocker! This gives me an idea. How about we match the winner with the underdog. Coffee!”

“That’s bold, Sammy.”

“I know. Okay, let’s scoop!”

With that, I took a big tablespoon of coffee flavor and Jake scooped some of the blueberry. With our mouths full of ice-cold cream we looked at each other and hesitated only for a heartbeat before we met our lips in a kiss.

“Mmmm…” I mumbled as we allowed the ice cream to transfer between our mouths. The sensation was so strong. On one hand, there was sweet and sour blueberry, and on the other was deep and bitter coffee. To top it all, there was the electricity coming from kissing Jake. To be clear, if we got a penny for every peck we had exchanged throughout our lives, we could afford to buy a house. But this was the first real kiss. We didn’t rehearse it. We didn’t practice. The hook of the video was to show our first kiss and boy, was it wonderful! The slowly melting ice cream made every second unique in its own way. Jake placed his hand on the back of my head and pressed gently, still kissing me after the ice cream was all gone.

“Wow,” I said after we finally parted.

“It was delicious…” Jake added.

“Was it better than the individual flavors, Jake?”

“Infinitely.”

We looked at each other for a few more seconds. I sort of wanted to stop recording and just make out with him for the rest of the day.

“My turn now,” I said instead. “I pick caramel. What’s your match?”

“I’ll go with mint, Sammy.”

“Wow, good choice, Jakey, let’s get to it!”

We both scooped our ice cream of choice and looked at each other. This time, I smiled at Jake mischievously. I didn’t care anymore. Worst thing, we’ll delete it and just have a good laugh about it.

Caramel and mint… the mix was completely new to me. Almost as new as Jake’s passion as he made sure his tongue visited every nook and cranny of my mouth. This time we both grabbed the other’s head and lost ourselves in a steamy kiss. The sweetness of caramel wonderfully dissolved in the tangy freshness of mint. Jake’s lips and tongue were just as juicy and delicious.

“Strawberry!”

“Chocolate!”

Oh my god, this might have been the best one yet. The sour sweetness of strawberry was in perfect balance with the nutty, dark bitterness of chocolate.

The ice cream was long gone and our mouths were warming up but we were still kissing.

“Jakey… oh god…”

He put his hands under my butt and lifted it. One second later, I was sitting on his groin, with my hands around his neck and kissing him more passionately than ever.

We parted just for a fraction of a second.

“Jakey…”

“Sammy…”

And then we were back to it again. We were slowly melting in each other's arms while the ice cream melted in the bowls.

"I think I like this mix best," Jake whispered.

"Which one?"

"Sammy and Jakey. So sweet and spicy."

Jake bit his lower lip and I had no choice. I attacked his mouth so eagerly I toppled us over and soon I was laying on top of him as we continued to make out.

This time I didn't want to rely on accidents. A few minutes later, I supported myself on my hands and straightened my arms to look at Jake from above while our groins were still touching. I looked him straight in the eyes and adjusted my hips just a little bit.

"Sammy…" he gave me a look full of pleasure when our hard dicks collided. We were both at full attention. There was no faking it - we were as horny as we've ever been. I gave Jake a few firm humps without breaking eye contact to let him know I'm serious. I enjoyed the changes in his eyes as I eagerly sent wave after wave of pleasure down his nervous system.

Meanwhile, Jake ran his hands up and down along the sides of my body, and then he slid his cool fingers under my t-shirt. I gasped and my nipples went rock hard. His gentle massage sent me straight to cloud nine. I had to slow down my humping because I was about to cum and I didn't want it to happen yet. Only three minutes in and I was already edging myself.

I gasped again when Jake's hands slid down and grabbed the waistline of my dark grey tracksuit pants. I panicked a little and stopped my motions but Jake gave me that reassuring smile and nod and at that moment, I knew there was nothing I wouldn't do for him - and to him.

It didn't change the fact that I was a little bit anxious as he slid the pants off my butt. While we had seen each other naked countless times, we were never hard and never this excited. My penis bent a little bit as it got caught in the rubber of the waistline and then finally sprang to life with a bounce.

"Oh Jakey," I whispered when I felt his hand touch and caress the underside of my shaft. It felt so good I couldn't find the words to describe it. "Take yours off too," I only added.

Jake listened and, with a much quicker move, got rid of both layers covering his equally excited hardness. We looked down at our twin towers, so close and so stiff, together for the first time. Even though they were identical, I couldn't get enough of looking at his.

Jake gently took my hand and led it down to wrap them both around our dicks. The heat and softness coming from our boners pressing together was the most fantastic sensation I’ve ever felt.

"Do it, Sammy, hump me."

We were both whispering to each other and it felt right. I just gulped and obeyed him. One, two, three, then four and five thrusts in, and I already knew what to do. We tightened our conjoined grip on our shafts and methodically humped our way to paradise. The feeling was incredible. We were both bigger and thicker than average down there but we had no trouble fully encircling the double hot dog. The feeling of our hands touching made it even more special and intimate. After just a minute, our palms and dicks were coated with a thin layer of our sweet mixed precum fluids. I sped up.

"I'm not going to last long, Jakey."

"Me nei… uh… aaaahhh," he moaned as his pupils went up to his eyelids. At the last second, Jake took the edge of his t-shirt and pulled it all the way up to his neck before he started shooting on his stomach and chest. I had already been edging myself for the last minute or so, so I just let go and exploded, sending squirt after squirt in unison with him. We both moaned and breathed heavily. It was the longest and most powerful orgasm I've ever experienced. Unlike Jake, I hadn't cum in almost a week and the long-awaited release was nothing short of epic.

As our orgasms subsided, I lowered myself and placed a kiss on Jake's lips, careful not to touch the mess we made with my t-shirt. It was slow and gentle this time and we silently reassured each other that crossing this Rubicon changed nothing about how we felt about each other.

Eventually, we patted each other and smiled.

"Jakey, that was…" I started but couldn't find the right words.

Jake looked down and with his index finger, he made a few circles on his tummy to mix our double release. Then he scooped a little bit and took it in his mouth.

"I think we have a winner."