This (first part of a) long story contains description of sex between family members, including, but not limited to, male-male and threesomes. If you find this bothersome or disturbing, then perhaps it is not for you to read. This story is pure fiction and never happened. All characters are eighteen or over at the time of this tale, and any resemblance to people living or dead, is co-incidental and at your discretion. All comments are welcome. Now, on with the story...
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The medals ceremony was finally over, and I high-fived my twin as we made our way with the team to our changing rooms. It had been a long day, and being involved in so many races during the meet was exhausting.
We'd found great opposition which spurred us further on to do our best. We just about shaded them, but it was very close, and we would have not have it any other way. For what use is winning if you have no valid competition?
Weary but satisfied, we just flopped on to the benches and sighed in relief.
"Well I'm glad we're not biking it back", said my brother Steve.
"Yeah. I can't even feel my legs. It would be hell to pedal up the hill right now" I replied.
Although we had turned eighteen some three months back, none of us drove yet. Never really felt the need to. As swimmers we had a good wind in us that got us everywhere on our bicycles. Common to most swimmers, we had good upper body shape, streamlined, sturdy without being bulky, and of course, thighs that could easily choke a bison.
We stripped naked, something that had taken time for us to get used to in the presence of other guys. It's not that we were prudes or anything, it's just the idea of getting in a communal showers with a bunch of nude dudes didn't appeal to us. Of course, we were still thirteen back then when we started competition swimming, and as anyone can tell you, there is no such thing as privacy in a swimming pool changing room.
Looking around us as everybody stripped off their chlorine-sodden trunks, I could see that despite not having the largest penises in the squad, we certainly were no slouches. About mid-range I would say. Naturally we had gotten used to being naked in the presence of other guys by then. At home, sharing a single large bedroom with an en-suite bathroom, we never bothered with clothes after showering, and were quite comfortable with our nakedness around each other. I am pretty sure mum got quite an eyeful in the mornings as she came to wake us up from time to time, usually on weekends where we didn't bother with an alarm.
Anyway, at the pool changing room we were just about used to it, although nowhere near as adventurous as some guys who left the door purposefully open as they strode to and fro between their lockers and the benches. Inevitably, they were the guys with the longest dicks on the squad, and were undoubtedly screwing around with the girls on the women's team. Like I said, privacy on a swimming team is not something you adhere to.
As for us two, we were painfully shy, brought up by our mother to respect others and be as polite as possible. This put us in a bit of a disadvantage with regards to the opposite sex. I am not blaming her for anything as being a single mother to twins from a young age was very difficult psychologically if perhaps not financially. Dad had died on an oil-rig incident, and since it transpired to be a fault with the equipment's maintenance, the company wished to settle out of court.
Apart from a two million dollar cash settlement, the company had generously pledged a monthly maintenance allowance to mum, as well as all expenses paid to our schooling wherever it was. This meant that we were well off, lived in a beautiful house with a pool in the suburbs, and had no foreseeable financial problems. Sure, the money was great, but we would have gladly returned it if it meant bringing dad back.
We finished showering and dried off quickly, noting that Brad was once again at the open door of the changing room, robe idly open and swinging his dick while chatting, probably to some girls in the corridor. I am sure they could note his dick was on full show. We could never do that.
Fifteen minutes later we were ready, and after packing our damp clothes and towels in our duffel bags, made our way outside to be picked up by our mother.
She had texted us that the queue at the mall was insane and could we wait for a few minutes? Naturally we had no choice, but even if we had, it didn't bother us.
We both loved our mum dearly, and since she was very young when she had us (twenty), she was still a beautiful woman. Slim, elegant and well versed, she had taken dad's death very hard. They had been the most popular couple at school, and it seemed that they were set to marry from the very start. She had gone out with a number of suitors, but met nobody she could really attach herself to.
"I have you two to keep me young and busy. What more could a woman want?" she repeated more than once.
We declined to mention that it was a pity that such a woman had nobody to help her with sexual release, or, being the idiots that we were, thought. What did we know of toys for women?
Anyway, as we sat on a bench waiting for our mum's Toyota to make an appearance, we talked, not for the first time, about girls, sex, or the lack of them both.
"I'm really nervous about this whole sex thing" said Steve.
"Yeah. It's all too well watching porn on the net, but I sometimes wonder what it will be like in real life. Guess it must be great if everybody is so keen on it" I replied wistfully.
"Well we're not too badly equipped. We should do alright."
"Yeah...once we get a girl!" I exclaimed.
"I've wrangled a date with Brenda" Steve blurted out.
"Really? Brenda? Wow. She's hot." I said.
Despite being twins, we had not selected to major in the same subjects. Steve loved physics, while I was more of a history buff. So we only shared like two classes during the day. None on Fridays.
"I like her a lot. She's far more outgoing than I could ever be though." Steve said.
"Well, if you like each other that much then I imagine things will work out. I've been talking to Gwen a lot this semester. Don't know where it's heading, but perhaps I can screw up enough courage to ask her out. We study a lot together, even in the library we share a desk. We get on so well together. She's quiet too, doesn't say much. Mad about castles and medieval history."
Just then we heard a car coming into the car-park, and mum flashing the car lights at us. We waved and picked our bags.
"Hi mum, thanks for picking us up. We had far too many races and we're simply too tired to bike it home."
"Hello my lovelies. Don't fret. So how did you go?"
"We gathered two winners medals each, a silver for Steve and a Bronze for me."
"Brilliant!" she enthused. Mum was proud of our achievements.
The drive back was mercifully short as we were truly bushed. As soon as we drove up our driveway, the garage door raised automatically and mum drove inside the garage. We loaded the supermarket goods on a trolley and wheeled it inside.
Once the garage door was down again, we unpacked our kit-bags, goggles going into their rinsing container, bottles in the dishwasher and towels, skull-caps and bags themselves, in another rinsing tray. The chlorine was brutal on material and we went through a significant number of towels and swimming trunks.
Granted, the new lycra Speedos were longer lasting, however, they also left nothing to the imagination and every shape, bump and crevice was visible on the swimsuits. The guys looked huge in their trunks, while the girls were practically naked with paint on them.
"Would you like to eat now or in about an hour?" mum asked.
