The College Twins

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Part 1 of 3

I guess I had a pretty comfortable upbringing. Mom stayed at home to look after us, but dad had a pretty good job in an office, and he made pretty good money, too. When I was eleven or twelve, we moved from our old three bedroom house to a much larger one closer to the city. I wasn't too bothered, I was a pretty outgoing kid so I had no trouble making new friends.

My older sister moved to Australia with her boyfriend when she was nineteen, and I only had one other brother so our six bedroom house became quite redundant after that. We lived just a few minutes walk from one of the main colleges in the country though, and my mom had always been on the generous side, so she decided to rent two rooms to college students for half the price of the usual accommodation, and as expected, there was huge interest.

The first few students were pretty cool. I was fifteen at the time, and they kinda' treated me like their little brother. The older I got, the less cool the college students became and once I reached eighteen and the final year of high school, I wasn't all that enamoured by them anymore. That was until I met the twins.

I suppose I had always known I was gay. Thankfully, I had a very supportive family, but I just never felt the need to come out. Mom probably knew, but she never said anything, and dad worked too much to notice.

The end of the summer loomed and the sweltering days began to be replaced by slightly cooler ones. The students from last year had finished their schooling, which meant that we were getting two new ones. My little brother, Adam, who was only nine, reminded me of myself. He was beside himself with excitement in a way that made him irritable as he strolled around the house.

Mom, like she always did, had baked an assortment of treats and had the kitchen set up like some sixties style dinner, I stayed in my room reading.

At six o' clock on the dot, the doorbell rang, and despite my dismissiveness, I did want to see who I'd be living with for the next year at least. I crept over to the window and stole a glance down, and when I did, my heart raced a little quicker.

"Hello boys!" I heard my mom beam at the door, she was always very chirpy.

There was a low rumble of manly chatter for a moment before my mom laughed and introduced the young men to my little brother, a few minutes later my name was hollered from the bottom of the stairs.

I rolled my eyes, but something about the sight of the men had piqued my interest. I checked my golden hair in the mirror, pushed a strand to the side and sniffed my pit. A spritz of deodorant later, and I was on my way.

The kitchen smelled sickeningly sweet, and when I stepped inside I was dwarfed by two extremely handsome young men.

"You must be Danny" one of them grinned, holding out his hand.

My eyes danced from him to the young man beside him who looked almost identical. I took his hand, and felt the strength in him, which was no surprise given that he was almost bursting from his white t-shirt.

"I'm Troy" he told me, and the scent of his cologne mixed with the fresh fragrance of sweat, wafted up my nose and almost made me cum.

"This is my brother, Jake".

I looked at Jake. Even though they were identical, there was something even hotter about him. Like his brother, his shaggy hair was as black as midnight, and his brown eyes seemed to swim as he smiled at me. His teeth were a shade whiter than Troy's, and his handshake, a tinge stronger.

"Nice to meet you, Danny" he smiled, and when I tried to speak, I drooled down my chin.

Adam snorted into a glass of Coke as I wiped my mouth with the back of my free hand and cringed into a chair. My face burned red, but Jake and Troy simply smiled.

"You've got a beautiful house, Mrs. Harris" Jake said, looking around the kitchen.

"Oh, call me Lorraine" mom replied with fluttering eyelashes, and I rolled my eyes.

God, mom. They're only twenty I thought.

By the time my mom had forced three slices of apple tart into the poor students, dad had come home and introduced himself with the usual nauseating dad jokes. The twins didn't seem as bothered as I was.

"Danny, why don't you show the lads to their rooms?" My mom asked as she began to tidy up.

"I want to do it!" Adam groaned, and so to avoid a tantrum, Adam led Troy upstairs and to the right, and I took Jake upstairs and to the left.

"I bet it was sick growing up in a house this size" the young muscle man said as we walked toward his new room.

"It was alright" I shrugged, and stepped to the side when we reached the door.

"Thanks, bro" he said, squeezing my shoulder as he walked by. His touch made me shiver.

I had planned to simply walk away to give him time to settle, but he continued talking as he looked around the bedroom. I stepped inside politely.

"Your mom and dad are really cool" he told me as he dumped his suitcase on the bed.

"Cool?" I laughed, "that's not really the word I'd use to describe them".

Jake laughed as he unzipped his bag, and I couldn't help but glance down as he took piles of underwear from it. They weren't just normal underwear either, some of them were borderline see through, others had no back and just a crotch and a strap, and some looked so tight that I wondered how on earth they'd fit the hunk beside me.

"So" he said, placing them in the top drawer of the unit, "what do you do around here for fun?".

I scoffed. "Nothing" I said honestly, "unless you go into the city, this place is dry as fuc... Sorry"

"Don't worry" he whispered, rustling my hair, "I won't punish you for swearing".

My cheeks burned again, but I forced a smile.

Jake turned his back and peeled his t-shirt off his chiselled body, and my eyes widened as they trailed his tanned skin.

"Not unless you want me to, that is".