the-quins-2

Subject: The Quins 2 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story contains graphic and sensitive scenes between consenting males including oral and anal acts. Any person below the legal age or living in a state, province or country that considers this kind of content illegal should leave this site now. Viewer discretion is advised. Practice safe sex! ------------------------ ------------------------ "The Quins" CHAPTER 2 Despite being twins, the Smith brothers couldn't help but to roast each other. They were having an internal conflict for as long they could remember. Thankfully, it had never occur to any physical confrontation where Quincy was most likely to win. Quincy was the most athletic of the two. Now at 17, the 5'8" teenager was starting to show some promising form. Though not specifically bulky, his hobby of playing tennis had given him a lean and athletic build, weighing at 150 pounds. His shade of brown hair was also starting to spurt out everywhere -- on his forearms, thighs, legs and even on his torso, but he'd be shaving them off periodically. Not loving the idea of being as hairy as his dad. He also kept his haircut short to match the neatness of his bright brown eyes. Quintin was a different case, though. In spite the uncanny resemblance to his twin brother, he was always trying his best to look different from the other half. Sharing the same eye color, it had somewhat a darker hue because of his natural black hair. He was taller by half-inch and almost had the same build but not as defined compared to Quincy's outdoorsy nature. He lifted weights from time to time but wasn't dedicated enough, having a video game addiction. Bike tricks were used to be his thing until an unfortunate accident that almost replaced his femur with a steel. Their parents had a divorce when they were 13, out of infidelity. Months before the separation was the hardest part for them, seeing the two most important persons in their lives argued all the time. Their dad would never hit their mom, but he will say hurtful things to her. Everyone knew that Joel spoke a few words, but they hit hard once they'd said out loud. Sometimes, they could hear their mom crying in the bathroom. It was such painful memories that Quintin kept on reminiscing to this day. Those things he kept on blaming to his brother. Quincy knew about the affair his mother was having. The brothers had seen and got acquainted with the guy introducing himself as their mom's "friend". Until that very day, when Quincy unexpectedly went home to get his school project. The house was warm and silent the moment he entered. His mom would usually watch TV in the living room or bake some treats for her men around that time. Quincy called his mom a couple of times, but had received no answer. He thought she might be sleeping in her bedroom. Not wanting to disturb her siesta, he silently ascended through the stairs to get in his room. Just then, he heard the unmistakable sound of movements. The panting and moaning were also getting clearer and louder as he took the steps higher. Being a preadolescent, curiosity got the best of him. Quincy had already seen short porno clips shown by his friends, but couldn't imagine how would that be in actuality. Quincy wasn't really interested seeing his mom's figure (or women's entirely), but the picture of his naked dad made his young prick throbbed with excitement. He tip-toed his way to the end of the hall, where the master bedroom was. Quincy almost giggled out, seeing the door left ajar. He squatted down the door to keep his presence, excited to see what a naked grown man's body looked like. Looking through the door's gap, Quincy had witnessed the scene that will forever change his life and the way he looked at his mom. "Ahhh!.. Uhhh!.. Oh! Yes!.. Unghh!" his mom was on her hands and knees, bouncing above the bed while her "friend" was repeatedly thrusting his pelvic bone on her smooth backside. Quincy almost gasped out loud. He'd never expected to see his mom in such position with another man as he saw her in a whole different light. He couldn't help but to judge her like how most of his teenage friends teased the suspected "sluts" in school. The man who was banging his mom had a bulky build. His deep voice was resonating in the room while he probed the mother of two with long and deep thrusts. He loved how his 10-inch dick forged its way inside-out the womb, glistening from the mixture of his precum and her juices, making a natural lubrication. Staring down between their merged organs, he had a clear view of the cunt's lips stretched tightly around his thick girth -- evidence that the pussy wasn't istanbul travesti molded for him to fuck. He bent onto her back, sliding his wide hands on her sides to lewdly massage the healthy milk-makers. He squeezed them like water balloons while he continuously impelled his dick, never missing a beat. The "friend" was living a fantasy. There was a thrill of being a third party, but he was getting tired of it already. He was done sneaking behind her boring husband's back or bribing her annoying children just to bone the pretty housewife. Sometimes, he wished that someone could catch them in the middle of the act to officially end her marriage. "Unghh! Uhhh! Ughh!" he moaned. His heavy balls were swaying back and forth, smashing onto the front mound of her pussy. He could feel his testicles were starting to draw up, a sign of impending release. Completely putting his weights on her back, the housewife dropped face down with her ass arched high, more prone for sexual attack. She was moaning on the mattress where she and her husband shared every night. She'd been lusting over her charismatic "friend" for as long as she could remember. But she had a lot to lose -- a loving husband and twins to look after, so she couldn't bring herself to start an affair, just yet. Sure, Joel was still a good lay but his romancing techniques were getting old and had nothing compared to her "friend's", he was a beast in bed. Up until that very day, when the shameless housewife had successfully seduced the man to fuck her. It was the most exciting thing she'd done in years. And for some reason, she couldn't feel a single ounce of guilt whatsoever. She'd just lain there and let the new man of the house ravished her insides with his 10-inch whopper, while he kneaded on her titties. His experienced probing was expertly massaging every fiber and walls of her pussy, making her moan in high octaves as if she were being eaten by a lion. Her pussy was producing a healthy amount of juice for a sloppier sex. "Ohhh! Uhhh! Uhmm!... Oh my god!... Fuck me harder!" she announced making the man behind her double his effort. "Ohhhhh!... Your pussy's so tight, baby!" her "friend" had complained, but motivated more than ever. He extended his bulging legs wide open, then planted his soles on the prone sides as his hips were lifted higher, emulating a breeding frog. With the new position, he was able to probe deeper -- pulling out 7 to 8 inches of the 10-inch dick before sinking back, as each re-entries were like being pulled by a warm whirlpool. He could hear her moaning deliriously, as his heavy set of balls kept banging forward onto her clitoris. The housewife groaned happily as her joy button was stimulated repeatedly, feeling the third surge of euphoria was coming for her. "Fuck, baby! I'm gonna cum!" he informed her. "Urhh! Uhhh! Yes!.. Give it to me!... Ahhh!... Shoot it inside me!" she said between deep breath. Her body was still trying to adapt with the new pace and position. "As you wish!" The "friend" could feel the pussy tightened as it tried to adjust from his long and hard thrusts. The womb's narrowing walls were choking his oversized dick, making his dick-head sensitive as it brushed inside the internal walls. To that day, he still couldn't believe how responsive the housewife was compared to any chicks he'd fucked. So he just settled with the idea that the housewife was indeed a warm-blooded vixen and knew how to motivate her men in bed. The woman's sluttish moans echoed around the room. The thought of receiving another man's seed made her pussy quivered like crazy. The adulterers groaned in delight, nearing to each other's joyous ends as the man took shorter thrusts. He couldn't help but to wonder, if she could give him a set of twins of his own -- which was most likely to happen somewhen in future. "UHHH! UHHHH! FUCK!" he yelled. Just daydreaming about impregnating the married woman with his unholy seed sent the man to the edge. He dug into the wet hole, sending his spurting dick deeper. The orgasm was so intense that he was able to infiltrate the cervix while he attacked her earlobe. He never stopped thrusting though, wanted to be fair by making her cum as well. The gloat-ness and pressure inside her pussy were enough to achieve her third and final orgasm of their today's encounter. "AHHHH! OHHH! UNGHHHHHH!" she squealed as her inside's walls twitched exaggeratedly, mixing her own juices with the man's potent cum. The screams and shrieks had sent Quincy back to reality. His unfaithful mother and her "friend" were still lying on the bed, resting through the aftermath of hot sex. The teenager stumbled down the floor, trying to stand back on his feet to get away as soon as possible. His shorts were wet with his early juices after witnessing the dirty scene. It was more kadıköy travesti than any sexual image-ries a boy could process. He even forgot his intention why he'd come home as his mind was occupied with questions and doubts. With the effort of wobbly legs, Quincy was able to get out of the house. He immediately rode on his bike to escape from the crime scene. The next day, Quincy reasoned that he wasn't feeling well. He couldn't help himself to get out of the bed and face his own mother for obvious reasons. His mom tried to check on him, but Quincy refused to let her enter his room. He argued that he will just get down if he got hungry or needed something. When Quintin came home from school, he'd basically become their mom's messenger. He would checked on Quincy from time to time before heading back downstairs to report to their mom about his brother's "sickness". At first, Quintin wasn't really taking his twin brother's odd behavior seriously and would even tease Quincy of pretending to be sick, so he could skip classes. Quincy remained silent for the whole time as his brother continued to berate him with assumptions. He wasn't really triggered or anything, knowing Quintin was only trying to cheer him up. The set up went on for the following days. Quincy would not eat or take a proper bath as he sulked on his unmade bed. Joel already tried to talk his son out of his predicament, but even his "dad-tone" won't work. His mom was already having her suspicions, but she was not brave enough to confront her son. Until that afternoon when Quintin had finally got worried and tried to talk to the other half, heart-to-heart. "Dude, are you really okay?" asked Quintin, as he sat beside his twin's bed. Quincy didn't answer, still had his back on him. "Hey! You haven't eaten yet and last night too... What's going on with you?" continued Quintin, impatiently waiting for an answer. However, his sulking brother wouldn't even move an inch. Quintin decided to lie down beside Quincy, facing his back. He reached onto his twin's back, then started rubbing with clockwise motion. It was the very same thing they always do to comfort each other or get themselves to sleep. "`Cee, if this all about your CD's I've broke. I'll replace them on Christmas... I promise." cooed Quintin, lovingly. "Just tell me what's going with you. You're starting to freak everyone out... Mom and Dad... ME." he continued. Quincy felt an annoying tingling on his head when his brother mentioned his mom. He clenched his teeth together as he tried to hold his anger. But it wasn't working, even with the warm efforts of Quintin rubbing his back and showing empathy. "Mom's cheating on Dad." said Quincy, coldly. He was still on his back as he couldn't bring himself to see his brother's reaction. He felt Quintin paused, then sat up tensely. "Wha... What are you talking about?!" Quintin was starting to panic. His tears were on ropes as he tried to confirm what he'd just heard. Quincy was still unmoved, feeling remorse of sharing the weights with his brother. "`Cee, what are you talking about?! Answer me!" Quintin broke down in tears as he shook his brother's back. Quincy had enough and sat up to face his weeping twin. His heart fell out as he saw how heartbroken Quintin was. Quincy knew his twin brother leaned more to their mom between the two of them. "I... I... saw her sleeping with a guy... And I'm sure it wasn't Dad." confessed Quincy. He also started crying to synchronize with his brother's feelings, as it helped to lift the heaviness on his chest. Despite the revelation, Quincy was somewhat grateful to connect with his brother on an emotional level, knowing that no judgement had been made between them. Quintin was such a crybaby as Quincy pulled him into a tight hug, shushing and comforting him. Quincy kissed his twin's forehead lightly, reassuring him that everything was gonna be fine. The brotherly affectionate and warmth had actually worked as Quintin's hysteria toned down. They'd been locked to each other arms for some time, until Quintin suddenly broke free and stared straight to Quincy's familiar brown eyes. "Promise me, `Cee... You will never ever tell anyone about this." pleaded Quintin, sobbing. But Quincy hesitated. "`Tin, I..." "No! Promise me! We will keep this as OUR secret!" demanded Quintin, tightening his hug. Quincy was pressured, like he was in between grinding stones. He loved the dynamic of his parents, but he loved his brother more as he eventually gave in. He nodded as the sign of agreement. "`Cee, answer me!" nudged Quintin as gestures were not enough assurance for him. "Fine! I will! I promise you." said Quincy, with a sigh. "Thank you, `Cee. I love you for that." replied Quintin, as he hugged him tighter, relieved that their family will stay the same as they keep bakırköy travesti their mother's infidelity in their (only his) graves. For the following weeks, Quincy watched his delusional brother act like nothing was wrong, treating their mother as if she were the greatest in the world. Although they'd agreed to keep their mom's infidelity a secret, Quincy always thought his twin was being selfish and consenting their mom's unjust behavior. And throughout the burning months, the relationship between Quincy and their mother had drastically changed. Changes that only Quintin was aware of. Quincy hated every single moment having his mom around ever since that day. He couldn't help but to judge her bitterly -- seeing her act like a goody two-shoes, especially when their dad was around. She would kiss and hug him as if he were the only man she's sleeping with. His turmoils were accumulating, making his heart felt so heavy as their "play house" continued in a few more months. Though they'd never seen the "friend" since then, it still wasn't enough for Quincy to have a peace of mind. He hated himself for lying to his dad, but couldn't bring himself to confess as he didn't want to break his promise to his twin brother. It was their 13th birthday when the shit had finally hit the fan. For a second, Quincy thought everything had gone back to the way things used to. He could see how happy Quintin was. And didn't want to be a party bummer, Quincy had given in to enjoy the celebration and slightly reopened his heart to his mom. He could see how tired she was, as she worked and catered their guests since morning. Quincy was playing with his classmates when he noticed a familiar face in the crowd. The "friend" walked with his mom on the far end of the backyard, discreetly talking with her. He suddenly felt lightheaded as he stared at them, like they were having some lover's quarrel. The man was touching and caressing her like how his dad would do. The next minute, Quincy found himself standing in front of the master's bedroom where his dad was resting at the time. Joel was not a people's person. After entertaining the guests earlier that day, he immediately went upstairs to take the ewwwmuch needed sleep after taking extra hours at work for his twin's birthday party. He'd just woken up to check on his boys when he found Quincy standing on his doorway, crying. He thought the boy just had a petty kid fight. He tried to calm him down and ask what happened. With the face splattered in tears and snot, Quincy confessed to his dad while sobbing. Joel was dumbfounded. His head was trying to wrap around the revelation his son was saying. Out of impulse, Joel dragged the crying boy in his room and locked him in. And having just the right amount of alcohol in his system, it fueled his anger into an immeasurable state. Joel wasn't thinking straight when he confronted his wife, creating a scene in the middle of the children's party. He'd almost hurt the woman after confirming his months of suspicion, having the relatives and friends jumped in before things get out of hand. The news of their mother's infidelity had spread like a Californian wildfire, humiliating the twins in their school, neighborhood and relatives. However, none of those could reciprocate the hatred Quintin had for his brother. And just two months after going through a lot of family therapies and counselings, their mom had finally given them up. She left and moved with her "friend" in another state, having not heard from her since. With the absence of their mother, Quincy had become the new woman of the house. He took over the household duties -- from cleaning, cooking, to buying groceries and even doing all the laundry. He still felt guilty breaking the promise with his twin brother, despite knowing he made the right choice. Quintin had resent him ever since, no longer concern if he'd hurt his back working around the house. In Quincy's eyes, he saw the additional loads of duties as an atonement for breaking up his family. The lack of communication in their house made his heart grow heavier, knowing that his dad was also blaming him partly for sabotaging his marriage, though he won't admit it. "So... any plans of introducing me to your Dad?" asked Danny, snapping Quincy out of his daydream. He looked into his lover's eyes. They were lying on their back, breaking sweat after finishing another mind-blowing orgasm. Quincy skipped his tennis practice this afternoon just to spend his time being boned by the older guy. "Fine. I'll bring you on Thanksgiving." answered Quincy, though still reluctant. "Thanks, babe!" smiled Danny, as he rolled on his side to peck on his lover's lips, making Quincy giggled sweetly. Then just a few seconds and they were sucking each other's tongues again. Ready to start the third round! TO BE CONTINUED! ------------------------ ------------------------ Please send an email containing your questions, suggestions and feedback. Constructive criticism is more than welcome to improve the author's writing skill and also for appreciation. - ANDREAS