* PART 1: NOAH *
Even though Aaron and I were identical twins, our personalities couldn't have been more different. He was very outgoing, loved spending time with friends, and didn't mind being the center of attention. I hung out with him and our friends every now and then, but I preferred to keep a low profile and spend most of my time online.
Even so, Aaron and I got along very well. I guess we took after our parents; they were divorced but got along much better than most other couples I knew. We lived with our dad in a big house in the suburbs, and saw a lot of our mom who lived in a small apartment downtown.
Our senior year of high school is when Aaron met his first boyfriend. Lars had just moved from Norway and tall, blond, and handsome as he was, he was a perfect Scandinavian cliché. I was also gay, and as happy as I was for Aaron, I couldn't help but be a bit jealous.
To make things worse, the two weren't exactly shy when it came to PDA. The first time our dad met Lars was when Aaron invited him over to have dinner and watch a movie with us. It was a warm, late-summer evening and the three of us sat at the kitchen table waiting; Dad in his suit after work, me in my usual jeans and a t-shirt, and Aaron in nothing but a pair of boxers, smiling at his phone and texting with one foot up on the chair.
"He'll be here soon, go put some clothes on," my dad told Aaron.
"Fiiine," he said and got up reluctantly. "It's not like I got anything he hasn't seen already," he laughed. A minute later he came back in jeans and a t-shirt, still barefoot.
Lars arrived a few minutes later, as polite as ever, and charmed my dad right away. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and an even tighter pair of jeans with a very low waist, showing off just a bit of smooth skin at the bottom of his stomach. When he sat down, his jeans slid down to reveal the top of his ass; it was obvious he wasn't wearing any underwear and I found that very hot.
We chit-chatted through dinner, and moved to the living room to watch Spider-Man (Aaron's choice). He and Lars sat on the couch and Dad and I each took an armchair. Dad wasn't really interested in the movie, he kept looking at his phone, and got up and went to the kitchen after a while.
Up to that point, Aaron and Lars had their arms around each other discreetly. But as soon as my dad got up, I saw Aaron grab Lars's face and give him a huge sloppy kiss, their tongues going in and out of their mouths, rushed, in a hurry before our dad got back. I pretended to be interested in the movie, but tried to sneak a peek out of the corner of my eye.
"I'm so fucking horny," I heard Aaron whisper to Lars and breathing heavily after half a minute of tongue wrestling and forgetting to breathe.
"Shh, that will just have to wait," Lars whispered back, trying to be discreet. He then slipped his hand up Aaron's shirt, and he must've pinched his nipple because Aaron winced in pain.
"Fuck, you know my nipples are sensitive."
"I know," Lars said with a devilish grin I could spot for a split second.
Aaron then grabbed his bulge and I realized he was hard. He readjusted the waistband of his jeans so he'd be more comfortable, and Lars did the same. That's when we heard my dad walking back, and the two quickly put their hands aside.
For the rest of the movie, everyone else seemed relaxed other than me; I could still feel the tension of what happened. By the time the movie was over it was late and Lars had to drive back. Aaron went in for another deep loud kiss at the door, and smacked Lars's ass when he turned around. My dad didn't object and we all just went to bed.
* PART 2: AARON *
I had been so frustrated because Lars and I didn't got any time alone for a few days, and I was super horny after watching the movie with him at our house. Which is why I jumped up and down when I got a call from my mom asking if Noah and I could dogsit for the weekend while she's away. An empty apartment! With no parental supervision! Every horny teenager's dream.
Of course, Noah would have to be there as well, he was my cover-up with my parents. But Noah has never been fussy, I was sure he'd give us plenty of time alone.
Noah and I went to mom's on Friday after school, and Lars arrived that evening. Luckily his parents were really chill, so he told them he's staying with me and they didn't mind. They were the type of people who bought him not only condoms but lube as well, and only asked him to be careful, which I found insanely cool.
As soon as he walked through the door, I jumped him and started sucking his face. He dropped his backpack with a thud to the floor, and let me make out with him for a minute before lifting up his index finger to my lips and asking me to calm down.
"Hey Noah, how's it going?" he asked, going into the living room.
"Oh, fine, thanks" my brother answered. He was on his iPad, and took off his earbuds. "Just watching Scandal, I'll probably head to bed soon."
"Yeah, it's getting late, we'll probably do the same," Lars said and looked at me with a mischievous smile.
"You guys are sleeping in mom's room, right?" Noah asked me, and I nodded my head.
"Here, I'll show you where it is," I told Lars and showed him the way. Once there, I kissed him again, and let my hands slide down his back and into his jeans, squeezing his juicy cheeks. He rarely wore underwear, which turned me on even more; sometimes when we were in class together I'd get a hardon just knowing he's sitting next to me with no underwear on, with such easy access.
"Be right back," I told him and went to the living room.
