The Twins

The Twins 1 to 3

By briefsboy14

* * * * *
This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
* * * * *

THE TWINS

By briefsboy14

briefsboy14@yahoo.com

SUMMARY

A humiliating set of events is set in motion on a morning to forget for one of the 14-year-old twins, Mark and Luke. The story takes place around the early 1990’s and is set in the UK.

Chapter 1 – Saturday morning

Growing up as a twin was great. You always had a friend from first thing waking up to last thing at night going to bed, someone to talk to, someone to play with, someone to annoy or fight with and someone to be friends with again after. Me and my brother got on well. We were close and did most things together enjoying the company of each other, we sometimes fought but never for very long. Although we were close, we were not inseparable. We shared the same circle of friends in general but were capable of doing our own thing independent of each other. We weren’t clingy in other words. Most people treated us equally and as two individual people though inevitable comparisons were often drawn, the usual ‘one is better at something than the other’ sort of thing. It never bothered us when people made these sorts of comparisons, though we both hated being referred to as ‘The Twins’ as it suggested we were not individuals and made an assumption that we were alike in every way. We definitely liked being twins but retained a strong sense of being an individual and were different in mannerism and the like. Little did I know lying in bed that morning that after being a twin for 14 years I was definitely going to feel like less of a twin and more of a little brother.

My brother and I shared a bedroom, we were both awake but still in bed one Saturday morning when our mother rushed in shouting for us to get up quickly, there was an emergency and she needed our help right away; apparently, she had started running a bath, got distracted cooking our breakfast and it had overflowed before she returned to it. She wanted us to help mop up the water and clean the bathroom while she finished cooking breakfast for us. We both said okay but didn’t move to get out of bed, waiting for her to leave the bedroom. “Come on then you two, get up now! Before the water does any damage” Mum said, still making no effort or sign of leaving the room, probably as she knew we were never good at getting up at the weekends and would just stay in bed for a bit longer like usual.

I slept in the nude as I hated pyjamas and had stopped wearing them a few years back, my brother did the same. I thought she must know we slept nude as when we ditched the pyjamas Mum had asked what we would wear to bed instead and had laughed when we cheekily replied ‘nothing!’, so couldn’t understand why she didn’t leave the room. I said we needed to get dressed, with the emphasis on dressed, hoping she’d get the message and leave, but she remained standing at the door looking at us, she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Mum, err, can you close the door and I promise we will get up right away and get dressed and go to the bathroom, it’s just that we err, you know, we err don’t wear anything to sleep in” I blushed as I said this to her, for some reason it was awkward to even have to mention I was naked under the covers to my mother. I wasn’t really listening, I just wanted her to leave, but her reply was along the lines of “you haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before and neither has your brother, and boys shouldn’t be so modest at your age. Besides you can do it without your clothes so they won’t get wet and need washing”. She hadn’t seen either of us naked for many years, and I felt my face go even redder – I definitely caught the last bit, when she suggested we could go to bathroom naked. My brother was blushing too still under his own covers in the other bed. “Both of you get up now or you will be grounded for the weekend, stop dallying and being such silly boys, it was your own choice not to wear pyjamas anymore or even your underpants to sleep in, come along now there is nothing you have that I haven’t already seen so get moving!”, she was clearly getting angry at our reluctance to get up and sort out the problem in the bathroom for her, and she still showed no intention of leaving us alone to get up and dressed first.

Under her watchful gaze, under the sheets I covered my boy bits with by hands and reluctantly but quickly slipped out of bed seeing my brother doing the same. I reached for the cupboard to get some shorts, “What did I just tell you? You’ve taken too long to get up already, I told you can do it as you are I’m not washing more clothes today. Off you go now, and do not test my patience again either of you, I’m not in the mood for any nonsense this morning”. Jesus! She’d got out the wrong side of bed this morning. We dashed to get past her with our bits covered by our hands to get to the safety of the bathroom.

When we got there we were giggling, I didn’t like being naked around my Mum but strangely it felt comical running through the house like a pair of 5 year olds and was quite a laugh really. I thought if Mum wasn’t here, it could have been fun running round together in the nude just messing around all day. We pushed the door over to hide our nakedness while we grabbed towels to soak up the water from the floor, really there wasn’t much to clear up and it didn’t need both of us to do it. My mother could have done it herself frankly I thought.

Neither of us had any problem being naked in each other’s presence as we shared a room and we saw each other undressing and dressing each night and each morning. I knew his penis and testicles were bigger than mine and he had a fair amount of brown pubic hair, not very thick but it covered his pubic region respectably. Likewise, he knew what I looked like too. We never said anything about these sort of things as it was never an issue for us, or so I thought.

Our mother came back to the bathroom and thanked us just as we were finishing clearing up the water on floor– both of us jumped up off our knees and quickly used the wet towels we had used to mop up the water to hide our bits when we heard her voice. The door must not have closed properly, I didn’t want Mum seeing my boy bits and clearly neither did my brother, no boy does once he’s past 8 or 9 years old! She said for us to put the wet towels in the washing machine in the kitchen and then sit down at the kitchen table as breakfast was now cooked and plated.

I was conscious again of my nudity in front of my mother and very grateful I had a towel to hide behind but still felt completely exposed and very nervous for some reason. My brother said that we’d be along for breakfast but that we would just go and get dressed first but Mum said no, we were to go to the kitchen immediately as breakfast would be going cold and there was no need to get dressed saying how cute we both looked and telling us again that she’d seen us naked growing up. We both complained saying that was ages ago, my brother adding that we were 14 now, but her voice told us we were not expected to argue.

She then told us we’d be getting a spanking if we didn’t get a move on, I don’t think either of us had been spanked since we were 5 or 6 and we both hesitated, not sure if she was just playing with us or was actually being serious. Neither of us had moved and at this point she’d obviously had enough, without warning she grabbed the towels I was holding from me, spun me round and delivered a sharp smack to each bum cheek. Before I knew what was happening she spun me back round and looked my body up and down before I had thought to cover up, I rectified this immediately using my hands this time. She slapped them away when she saw what I was doing admonishing me for playing with my “little willy” (as she called it) saying I was just a little boy and had no reason for modest behaviour as I didn’t have any hair down there. Oh God! She had seen my penis and now knew I was still as bald as when she had last seen me naked years ago! Then she was shouting again ordering us to bring the wet towels to kitchen as she had asked and to then sit at the table for breakfast without further delay. My brother, still shielding his penis with a towel quickly moved not wanting a smacked bum and I quickly followed too scampering to the kitchen with my penis bouncing around not bothering to cover back up with my hands for fear of any another smack for being disobedient. Mother was not in a good mood I thought.

We deposited the towels in the washing machine and then ran over to the table to sit down where we would be at least covered somewhat from view and so could hide our bits from our mother’s eyes. As we were doing so, mum came into the kitchen and seemed shocked seeing my brother naked and this time not covered up. “Luke! Oh my!,” she stuttered, “Go and put some clothes on quickly”. He didn’t wait to be asked twice and dashed off out the kitchen, I noticed with his hands back over his penis. What’s going on? I didn’t understand this change of heart that she seemed to have all of a sudden. “I’ll just go and get dressed too” I said starting to rise from the table. Still very irritated she shouted at me to stay where I was and eat my breakfast, adding that she’d had enough of my childish behaviour already this morning. Luke came back in wearing a pair of black football shorts and a white vest as I was complaining to my mother that it wasn’t fair that he could get dressed whilst I couldn’t. Her reply made me blush a deep shade of red and I wanted to die on the spot.

“Mark, your brother has started growing up, it not right for him to be naked in front of his mother as he now has hair down there. When I saw you were still hairless it confirmed my suspicions that you hadn’t started puberty yet but then I assumed, because you are twins, that Luke hadn’t started puberty either. Obviously, he has started puberty and so he needs to be dressed as an older boy should”. She then apologised to Luke for embarrassing him and to make up for it she would treat him to something nice, then she said the matter was closed and told him to eat breakfast. How he managed to keep his food in his mouth I don’t know – a wide grin didn’t leave his face. He was clearly enjoying the fact that he was allowed to get dressed while I had to remain naked for breakfast. What did she mean an older boy had to be dressed? We’re twins. We’re the same bloody age!

At least I was covered by the table but it was little consolation, I still didn’t understand why I had to remain naked why she wasn’t allowing me to get dressed, none of us ever went nude around the house. I decided I just had to finish breakfast as quickly as possible and then make a dash to my room and the nightmare would be over. I was very aware that I was the only one not wearing anything and even worse that my mum now knew I hadn’t started puberty at 14 years old. My brother started to warm to this position of being clothed whilst I wasn’t and started to sound like an older brother rather than my twin.

He started off on a monologue telling me not to be embarrassed as I had nothing to be ashamed of and that all boys develop at different rates and I should not be afraid to be seen by our mum without clothes as I was still a boy which means it is fine to be seen naked by an adult and especially our mother. I couldn’t believe the shit he was coming out with whilst my mother was sat next to him all ears, he was trying to act and sound all mature and grown up. I told him to piss off or something similar.

My mother told me to mind my language and that I should listen to my brother, “You’re just a late bloomer Mark, don’t worry, I am sure there are lots of boys who don’t start puberty until 14 or 15 or even later. It is perfectly acceptable for little boys to be naked in front of their mum so stop blushing, you don’t need to cover up silly!”. I knew from school and showering after PE that of the 30 boys in our class only 2 of us were still bald where it matters most to any boy. It didn’t help that the other boy was the youngest in our class.

I ate in silence, I had nothing I wanted to say to my mum or brother. We were just about finishing breakfast when Luke spoke, “Mum I was thinking, can I get some boxer shorts now I’m growing up and starting to become a man?”. Christ almighty, he was laying it on a bit thick all because of a patch of pubic hair. I know he was proud of it, I’d be too, but he was starting to piss me off more and more.

“No, I’m sorry Luke, I just bought you both new underpants last week, the nice white ones that you both like, and as they were on offer in the sale, I bought you both some in the next size up as well. They were such a good price and I thought it was too good a deal to pass up” his grin at last disappeared as she said this. My brother and I hated these underpants, where she got the idea that we liked them I don’t know, I’d never said I liked them and doubt my brother had either.

Both of us had been asking for boxers for ages as most kids no longer wore briefs which were considered childish and uncool. Not only were they briefs but worse still, the rather old-fashioned white Y-fronts that almost no 14-year-old would be seen dead in. Clearly Mum thought these were still fine for boys our age to wear, having just bought us new ones for now and when we were another year older. She always dismissed our requests for boxers and clearly knew nothing of the embarrassment suffered by boys wearing briefs to school as they got older. Mum had absolutely no idea about teenage fashion and to her, underpants were just underpants.

Luke then quickly added that earlier mum had promised him a treat. “You assumed like Mark, that I hadn’t started puberty and was still a hairless boy like him, I feel so uncomfortable knowing that you have seen me naked when I already have pubic hair. I’m really upset as I should have more privacy now!” He was almost crying but I knew he was putting on an act for her and was trying to gain her sympathy.

“Hmm, now Luke, I do understand that you must have felt very self-conscious and I know that I have invaded your privacy as I know growing boys shouldn’t be seen naked once they have hair down there. But as I said I have bought you both new underpants and it would be a waste of good clothes, not to mention money not to wear them. I will treat you to something else I promise”.

“Please Mum!” he begged, “Mark can wear my briefs too, they won’t go to waste”.

“He’d have far too many pairs to wear if he had yours to too Luke, he’d never wear them all and it really would be a waste of money. Don’t be so silly Luke. There is nothing wrong with the nice underpants I have bought you” she replied.

This was dragging on, breakfast was now long finished and I was still sitting there naked. He may have grown hair now, but he wouldn’t be getting any boxers soon. We would both have to carry on wearing these awful briefs and I wouldn’t be the only one in our class wearing them if he was too. Briefs were considered bad enough but white Y-fronts were the height of uncool.

Luke now went into overdrive, “Mark hasn’t even started puberty and he is only 14, I’m sure he won’t grow that fast and the bigger size will still probably fit him when he’s 16 or even older. He’ll definitely wear all the pairs you bought and it won’t be a waste of money. Please Mum, you promised me a treat and I really want boxers more than anything else”. Hello? I am still sitting here Luke, thanks for throwing me under the bus. I could feel this wasn’t going to end well for me. I had to think of something to say.

She looked at him, I could tell she felt bad for seeing him naked, and at that moment I just knew he was going to get the boxers he so desperately wanted. What was the point in complaining and saying again that it was so unfair? So I said nothing, I was defeated and so sat there feeling more and more upset at the humiliation I had to endure. I really didn’t understand how it was okay for me to be sitting here naked but not my twin brother, it seemed the logic was simply because I didn’t have any pubic hair but he did. What sort of logic was that? What parenting guide says this sort of crap?

She then turned to me and said “Stand up for me please Mark, let me see what size you are, I didn’t really get a proper look earlier. Don’t be embarrassed, I’ve told you it is okay for me to see you without your clothes on haven’t I?”, I started to stammer but before I could form any words, she lost any final shred of patience she had, “I have told you to stand up, so stop being naughty and do what I have asked, I don’t know what is wrong with you today. Do I have to tell to you to do everything twice? If you test my patience any more you will regret it. Get up from the table now, I have already seen you naked today, so you have no reason to be acting shy, you are still a boy after all”. She was angry and I didn’t like the sound of what might happen if I disobeyed.

Reluctantly I stood up with my hands covering my penis. That sent her over the edge. “Don’t play with your willy! It is very very rude Mark”, she was up from her chair, strode over to me and swiftly delivered a dozen or so sharp smacks to my bum and the back of my thighs. Neither my brother or I had really ever been smacked and I was speechless, my mouth opened to say something but not knowing what to say, for the second time that morning, no words came out. It didn’t hurt, I was just shocked she had smacked me and was treating me like a younger child. She pulled my hands to my sides and then looked at me standing in front of her completely naked, completely exposed for her. It felt like time went on forever, I shut my eyes but it didn’t help. I was horrified being blatantly on display in front of her.

I felt very intimidated now and could feel my face was on fire, I glanced down at my feet and noticed my smallish penis sitting on top of my tight balls, from this angle it looked like it could not have been any smaller. I realised I may have been as tall as my brother but my privates were that of a younger boy compared to his. I wasn’t tiny in the penis department, or so I thought, but I knew that I had very childish balls, I didn’t think they’d changed much over the last few years.

“I think you might be right Luke, he really hasn’t started puberty at all yet……. hold on let’s see if we can sort this out once and for all, I don’t want to spend all day discussing boys’ underpants…” she said this as she left the room. My brother was now laughing and saying he was going to make sure I’d be wearing all the briefs that had been bought for a very long time and Mum would be getting him boxers soon. He stopped teasing me when mum came back into the kitchen carrying a pair of white underpants.

“Mark, try these on for me please and no fussing now, they are a pair of the larger size underpants I bought for you both, size 15-16 years, let me see how they fit you”. Mortified to be trying on underpants in front of my mother like some little kid, but grateful for something to cover my nudity, I quickly pulled them on. They were clearly far too big for me. I was only 14 after all, and they wouldn’t have fitted Luke either. We were the same size waist too. I stood there and had to keep hold of the waistband of the briefs to stop them falling down.

“Okay, I think it will take some time for you to grow into that size Mark, they are quite big on you. I think your brother is right they will all get worn, so you can have your new underpants and the ones I bought for him too, you’ll have plenty to last you now and I won’t need to worry about buying you any new ones for a few years. It’s a good job you still like these underpants, isn’t it?” Like I said, I’ve never told her or anyone that I like these pants. Lord, give me strength.

“Right then Luke, I did promise you a treat and if it is really what you want then we will get some boxers for you tomorrow, although I don’t understand you boys, there is nothing wrong with these underpants they look very nice on you and your brother, why you would want to wear a pair of shorts under your jeans I’ll never know! But you are right, I did promise you a treat and you have chosen boxers. Good, so now everyone is now happy with their underpants I hope and we can stop talking pants!” She laughed at her own joke. Luke of course played along laughing too. I wasn’t laughing. “Mark, I’ll give you your new underpants later to put in your drawers and you can throw your old ones away. I’ll keep the larger ones for when you are a bit bigger, don’t forget to ask me when you need them”.

Luke was so excited and couldn’t thank my mum enough, I started to say it wasn’t fair, if he could have boxers why couldn’t I too, we should be treated the same because were the same age. I seemed to be moaning at lot this morning, but I was being treated so unfairly.

“Mark, will you stop whinging like a little boy, I don’t want to ask you again please! I have explained to you and your brother that I had only last week bought you both a lot of new underpants and I will not waste money. You have a lot of growing to do still, there is nothing wrong with the underpants I have bought, you like them anyway, so you will wear them and that is the end of it. Your brother is getting boxers as I promised him a treat. That is the end of it, and take off those underpants now they are far too big, you look ridiculous, I can see you have to hold them up otherwise they’d be around your ankles.”

I had stopped listening to my mother going on and on, nothing was going to help change this situation so I resigned myself that I’d be wearing Y-fronts for a lifetime or at least until school finished when I was 16. I felt picked on by my twin brother, this was his fault ‘Mark can wear mine too Mum’, he’d taken advantage of my lack of puberty and basically tricked mum to get his boxers – she must have only seen him fully naked for the briefest of seconds, while I had been fully exposed for over an hour now. We were always so close as twins and now he had turned on me. It wasn’t my fault puberty hadn’t started for me and it was probably only a matter of a month or two before it would start for me. Now there was no way I would be getting boxers like Luke. Oh no! I just thought of Luke at school, he would have no problem showing the rest of the class that he was now in boxers like them while I was still wearing briefs. Oh God! He’s going to tell them why too! Tell them that mum made be eat breakfast in the nude, try on my new pants in front of her, wasn’t allowed to hide my penis with my hands…I’d be crucified at school on Monday.

I started to walk out the kitchen.

“And where do you think you are going? I told you to take those underpants off now. Are you deliberately disobeying me again? You’ve been playing up and acting strange since you got out of bed this morning, I really don’t know what’s has got into you. All I have asked you to do is help clean up the bathroom and then asked you to eat the breakfast I made you. It is like any other Saturday, nothing out of the ordinary. I really have had enough of your silly behaviour so you can just stop it now. Take them off and hand them to me like I asked you”.

I thought to myself, nothing out of the ordinary? Like any other Saturday, really? Mum, you haven’t seen me naked for years. Mum, I don’t usually do housework in the nude and I have never ever eaten breakfast or any other meal with you or my brother without any clothes on. You honestly think I’m happy being naked? Do you think I’m enjoying myself right now? Jesus H Christ! You must think its normal and okay for a 14-year-old boy to be hanging around at home naked like a little kid. Although come to think of it, she did call me a little boy earlier.

“Erm, sorry Mum, please, erm, it’s just you know, if I take them off here, you’ll see my erm, you know, it would be embarrassing, so erm, yeah, I’ll erm, I’ll just quickly go to my room take them off and put some clothes on and then give them back to you”.

“I said take them off now. Now means now. Right this minute. Right here. I have seen you naked and so has your brother. You know we are not embarrassed to see you naked. We have seen your little willy if that is what you are worried about. It is fine, its nothing to be worried or shy about, because you don’t have any hair yet it’s not a problem for you to be naked you know. I am not laughing at you and neither is your brother, is he? Take them off now, and stop this excessive modesty, it is a very unhealthy attitude for a young boy. Come along, chop chop…..”

Behind her Luke was laughing and struggling to keep quiet. I hoped he would piss himself laughing and then maybe Mum would see he was just a little boy too, hair or no hair down there. Needless to say, he didn’t piss himself.

I dropped my head like a condemned man and felt a tear ran down my cheek. We are not embarrassed to see you naked she had said. Your little willy she had called it. Apparently, my lack of hair meant my nudity in front of her was not a problem. I was so ashamed at my lack of development.

With no other option I quickly I took them off and handed them to her. No longer trying to cover up and hide my ‘little willy’ as I had been smacked twice already and didn’t fancy a third time. I just hoped I could now go and get dressed having been humiliated for the umpteenth time this morning. Why I could not have taken them off in my room I don’t know.

“Thank you Mark, that wasn’t so difficult was it?”

“Hey Mum”, Luke piped up again, “I agree he has nothing to be embarrassed about, but his attitude is very unhealthy and could lead to problems – like being excessively shy in the changing rooms after PE is sure to lead to teasing and maybe even bullying from his classmates. We should try and help Mark be more positive about his body”.

“Oh no, I would be very unhappy if he was being bullied for such a silly thing. That’s a very mature thought Luke. Now, Mark, you have a very nice body and you should be proud of it and you must understand that it is okay for you to be seen in the nude at your age. I must say that I agree with your brother we will have to help you get over your modesty as I don’t want you having problems that might hurt you later on”.

Wearing his best ‘I’m a big boy, a big mature boy’ face Luke carried on, “Mum, as Mark is already naked why doesn’t he stay undressed today. He doesn’t need to put any clothes on as it is only me and you here and you said a minute ago that its okay for him to be naked around us?”.

Without any hesitation Mum agreed “That’s a good idea Luke, Mark you don’t need to bother getting dressed. You can have a nice day at home, and I’m sure you will get over this excessive modesty you are displaying. It will be very healthy for you to stay nude. In fact, you won’t put on any clothes for the remainder of the weekend, when you get up tomorrow, you can spend Sunday as you are now. You can get dressed again on Monday for school. I don’t want any more whining or whinging from you today Mister, I’ve had enough of that from you, we’ve discussed everything together and we have all agreed you won’t need to get dressed. Now can we get on with day, this is so exhausting”. No one asked me, I didn’t agree to this! I was screwed.

I started to sniffle, Mum then came over to me telling me not to worry and hugged me pulling me into a cuddle. This was the first time she had touched me whilst I was naked other than briefly when she smacked me earlier but this was different somehow. She was my mother and I know it wasn’t sexual but being completely naked and being comforted by her whilst being hugged had the inevitable effect. Blood rushed to my penis and it started to swell. By the end of our embrace, I could feel that I was fully erect and then saw it sticking straight out from my body at 90 degrees. It’s full meagre 3” length resting on top of a set of small testicles that were still held tight against my body. I felt very vulnerable being on display like this, my foreskin had retracted fully as it usually did when I was erect. Now I was exposing another part of my body my mother hadn’t seen up until this moment. Could it get any worse now? I was now sobbing.

As mum released me, she saw my erection, spending too much time looking in the direction of my groin area, I knew she had seen it. She returned her gaze to my face and smiled at me but said nothing. She looked weirdly happy or perhaps even content; I wasn’t quite sure. I had nothing left to fight against this shit. All my remaining dignity was gone. There was no point arguing, Mum was pissed off with my behaviour this morning and Luke having emerged as the mature brother was hellbent on making this worse for me extracting maximum embarrassment for me along the way.

“Don’t worry about getting an erection, all little boys get them you know, just pull your foreskin back to cover your secret bit and eventually it will go away” To say I was absolutely mortified doesn’t come close to how I felt about my mother casually talking about the most intimate part of my body. I did as she told me and fiddled with my foreskin for a bit until it was back over my glans. It took a bit of effort because it was quite tight and I was still rock hard once I’d done so. I was now standing in front of my mother essentially playing with penis. I’m 14, this isn’t right.

Behind her Luke was still grinning like a Cheshire Cat. I had thought the underpants issue was bad, now I was faced with spending the rest of the weekend naked and knew I’d have lots of erections too and my brother’s clothed status underlining the difference in our bodies’ development just made the whole thing even worse. A major status change in our relationship had happened in less than an hour this morning thanks to my Mum letting the bath overflow and me not getting up to help immediately when she asked. Looking back later, I realised I could have just got up quickly shielding my penis to get dressed and then nothing more would have happened. The bathroom would have been cleaned up and breakfast eaten whilst dressed like normal. Even if she had glimpsed my penis nothing would have happened – she may have chuckled or at worst made a funny comment to make me blush but still I would have been dressed in flash and any shame would have been only fleeting and quickly forgotten. It was my very modesty that they wanted to now correct that had caused this to happen.

“Now go do the dishes Mark it’s your turn today and remember no clothes for the whole weekend. It may not seem fair but please understand I love you and so does your brother. We don’t care about your nudity and neither should you, and remember you are not to cover up or play with your willy. Don’t be a naughty boy or you’ll be spending your evenings next week after school in the nude as well”.

“Yes Mummy”. Oh God! I was now calling her Mummy. A juvenile term I hadn’t used since primary school. This had Luke practically pissing himself again.

“See you can be a nice boy sometimes”, Mum said and ruffled my hair. “I like this nice boy much better than the naughty boy, now go do the dishes, don’t make me ask you again. Right Luke, where do you want to go tomorrow to get these boxers you wanted?”.

They sat at the kitchen table, doing the dishes meant they couldn’t see my front at least. How was I going to get through the day yet alone tomorrow?

I finished the dishes quickly and headed to my bedroom, just as I left the kitchen, I overheard my brother say to my mum that they needed to go shopping in the morning tomorrow as we had a visitor coming in the afternoon.

THE TWINS

By briefsboy14

briefsboy14@yahoo. com

SUMMARY

A humiliating set of events is set in motion on a morning to forget for one of the 14-year-old twins, Mark and Luke. The story takes place around the early 1990’s and is set in the UK.

Chapter 2 – Saturday morning after breakfast

…………. I finished the dishes quickly and headed to my bedroom, just as I left the kitchen, I overheard my brother say to my mum that they needed to go shopping in the morning tomorrow as we had a visitor coming in the afternoon.

Back at my bedroom, I closed the door behind me. I wanted to immediately put on a T-shirt, shorts and a pair of briefs but my mother had been very clear, firmly telling me I was not to get dressed. She’d smacked my bum twice this morning, I’d been too slow to follow her instructions from the moment she had entered my bedroom and this seemed to have set her off on one. I really couldn’t remember when she’d last given me or my brother a few smacks to the back of the legs or on the bum. Certainly, she had never spanked us as such, at least not that I can remember anyway, all I could recall is the odd correctional smack to get our attention if we were playing up or not listening to her. From memory, these were just one or two swats and could never be described as painful. The second time I got smacked this morning was when I got up from the kitchen table covering my privates with my hands, she became enraged telling me; ‘stop playing with your penis’. She actually called it a willy but I couldn’t bring myself to use that word. A willy was what a pre-pubescent boy had. I know my penis probably looked like that of an 8 or 9-year-old but I was 14, as far as I was concerned, I therefore had a penis.

I looked at my bum in the full-length dressing mirror on the back of the bedroom door. It was slightly red. I wasn’t sure if that was because I had been smacked or if it was from sitting on my bare bottom on the wooden kitchen chair. As I had no recollection of being spanked before, l had comparison from the past, I hoped it was the latter cause and my bum would return to its normal colour soon. The dozen or so swats I’d received hadn’t physically hurt me; they stung a bit, especially those to my thighs, mentally they did hurt me. Being smacked by my mother whilst naked and in the presence of my twin brother had emphasised that I was still a little boy in the genitals department; where it mattered most to me. Little boys, they had said (more than once), didn’t need to worry about being seen naked, as apparently, I had nothing I needed to hide. It was healthy and they considered it helpful; to cure what was described as ‘my excessive modesty’ blah blah blah… basically I shouldn’t be ashamed of being seen nude by them, they were family, and therefore it shouldn’t be of any concern to me. I didn’t think I was any more modest or shy than my brother or even my friends, none of whom would want their mother to see them in the nude for a second yet alone a whole day.

Not wanting any further punishment or, more specifically, to upset my mother, I remained naked and made no attempt to get dressed. I lay down on the bed on my front and tightly closed my eyes in that childlike way, so that when you open them again everything was okay, it had just been a bad dream, it was your imagination running wild and nothing was actually real. When I reopened my eyes, I was still lying naked on my bed. Nothing had changed.

I tried to rationalise in my mind what was happening. I knew they were right about one thing; I definitely hadn’t started puberty. We had a computer in our room and I had read up on the internet about the stages of boy’s development as they grow up and what was considered the normal ages for the usual changes, testicles descending, penis growth, pubic hair etc. I knew all about the Tanner Stages and which one I was in. Stage 1, still. At 14-years-old I should be in, or at least nearing, Stage 3. Some boys my age would already be starting Stage 4. I was always careful to delete my browsing history, not wanting Luke to know I had been researching this stuff. Not wanting Luke to know how much it bothered me.

Okay, so they were right about my lack of development and having not started puberty. The rest?That it was okay to be naked, and be seen naked, because I had no pubic hair?The idea that an enforced amount of time spent naked would make me less concerned about my body and help me shed my modesty?I didn’t buy all that that bollocks. I didn’t think it was right, and certainly didn’t think there was any way it would work. No boy my age would want to be seen naked, especially by his mother. I was no different, it wasn’t anything about being modest, it was a normal reaction for a boy. I’d been naked for over an hour; I didn’t feel any more comfortable now than I did the first minute. My brother being allowed to get dressed whilst I was forced to remain naked only added to my feeling of deep unease. An unease further deepened by his very active and vocal support of my mother’s ultimate decision that I was to remain naked, not just today, but for the whole weekend.

As I thought more about this, I realised it hadn’t been my mother’s decision at all. Luke had told her that my modesty would cause problems at school getting changed and showered for PE. It had been Luke that had suggested the solution, or, if you like, it was Luke who suggested ‘the cure’. He had said to her “Mum, as Mark is already naked why doesn’t he stay undressed today”. The bastard. Mum had been manipulated. She would never have considered making me remain naked for the rest of the day, she would have let me get dressed after breakfast, at least once she had calmed down. My lack of hair wasn’t of any concern to her even if she did think hairless boys needn’t be shy about being seen by others. She didn’t think my nudity was a problem but at the same she wouldn’t have had me running round the house all weekend naked if it hadn’t been suggested by Luke.

However, Luke wasn’t that clever, he wouldn’t have thought of this off his own back. I wondered if had read something on the internet?Like me, he also deleted his browsing history. I often checked after he finished using the computer and, like my own, it was always empty.

There was a quiet knock at the door. “Mark, may I come in?”It was my mother. Normally, I’d have yelled for her to give me a minute if I was undressed. I simply replied, “Okay”. I was naked and she was expecting this. I was embarrassed too. I’m not sure if she was expecting this. She seemed to think nudity was very much nothing to worry about for a boy like me, ‘no need for embarrassment Mark!’. Yeah, right!

She came into the room, walked over and sat down at the foot of the bed. I’d rolled over to face the wall when she’d knocked so all she could see was my back. I was on top of the covers though, and still felt very exposed nonetheless. I really wasn’t comfortable being naked in her presence.

“Now Mark, I think we need to have a little chat. Firstly, I am sorry I smacked your bottom earlier. I can’t remember when I last had to do that. I just got all flustered this morning when I saw the bath had overflowed. I was finishing off a nice cooked breakfast for you both, so all I wanted was for you guys to help me clean up the bathroom before we sat down to eat. When neither of you got up to help, I admit got a bit angry. Normally I wouldn’t, I know what growing boys are like despite what you think. I do try my best and don’t ask much of you or Luke, I hope you realise that, but it’s not easy being a single parent sometimes. I’d like you to try and remember that it’s no walk in the park for me, you know?”. I listened but didn’t reply.

“Are you listening to me Mark?I’m apologising to you”.

“Yes mum, I know it’s not easy for you” I mumbled. I did mean it. She worked hard, looked after us and though we weren’t well off in any sense, we never went without. I knew she did her best for both of us.

“Turn around Mark, so I can see you, I’m not very fond of talking to peoples’ backs”. With a moment of hesitation, I took a breath, steeling myself to yet again display my front to her, I resolved to get this over and done with. The sooner she finished saying whatever she wanted to say, the sooner she’d be gone. Slowly I rolled my body over so she could see my face. I didn’t make any attempt to grab my penis and balls to cover up, but I did let my arm hang loosely over my groin, obscuring it somewhat from view. I’m not sure if I did this consciously or not. I didn’t want another argument, or to be accused of playing with my penis. Perhaps subconsciously I didn’t want to upset mum again, but I was more concerned about being naked and exposed in front of her than concerned about how she felt. I was now facing her, not quite fully on display, but I still felt terribly ashamed. I probably looked very sorry for myself.

“That’s much better, now I can see who I’m talking to!”, she was obviously trying to be jolly for my benefit. I was blushing again, certain that her meaning wasn’t the same as my interpretation of what she had said. I didn’t want to be seen, not ‘all’ of me anyhow. “Now Mark, I have apologised to you and you have been kind enough to accept it, so hope everything is good between us now. We don’t need to discuss it any further, I hope I don’t have to smack a naughty little boy again today. I know you are a good boy normally”. There she’s goes again, calling me a little boy. Was the ‘little’ so necessary?She didn’t call Luke ‘little’. We were identical twins. Well, almost identical.

“I am not stupid Mark; I can see that you don’t like the idea of remaining undressed for the weekend. I will tell you now though, I won’t change my mind. I am your mother and I always have, and always will have, your best interests at heart. The same goes for Luke too, I want the best for both of you and have always treated you boys fairly and equally. I’ve have told you that you will remain naked, as you are now, for the whole weekend and I have also explained why it is okay, to put it simply, it’s because you don’t have any hair around your willy. I want you to understand that when boys are hairless like you are, they can enjoy the innocence of their youth, playing and having fun without the need to wear clothes, there is plenty of time later for growing up. You have nothing to hide, you don’t need to cover up your willy. I blame myself to be honest; for your modesty problem. Being a single mum…… I don’t know; maybe I missed something or expected you both to grow up too soon. It’s not easy understanding boys especially when I have never been one myself and it doesn’t help that your dad isn’t around. I was very upset when Luke said you’d be teased and bullied at school, it makes me feel like I have let you down. That is why I’m going to help you. I am your mother, I only have your best interests at heart and I do expect you to do as you’re told, even if you don’t like it. This excessive modesty of yours, it really is very silly Mark. Enjoy the time you have left before you have to deal with puberty and everything it entails. Do you understand?”

It was an Oscar worthy speech. I was feeling extremely uncomfortable laying on the bed so exposed and with her sitting right beside me, whilst she went on and on. Not much of it registered, but I did accept that she only wanted what was best for me. I didn’t accept that I had to remain naked for the rest of the weekend.

“But Mum, it’s so embarrassing. I don’t want to be naked, even at home, and I don’t want you to see my penis!” I blurted out.

“Oh Mark!Is that what this is all about?Are you being all silly about your willy?” she cooed. “Gosh, little boys can be so funny sometimes!There is no reason to be upset about that. It’s just a willy like every little boy has, they are all the same you know. A willy is just a willy, nothing else!”.

“But they aren’t all the same, are they?”, I countered. “I mean Mum, please, don’t make me say it!Please understand, my willy, I mean my penis, is…… you know, its……. you’ve seen it, it’s not the same as Luke’s or the other boys at school. You must get it, you must understand why it’s so, well, so…… it’s just so fucking………”

“Mark!I will not have you using language like that!It’s disgusting. I haven’t brought you up to talk like that!Do you want another lesson delivered on your bottom?You’re going the right way about it!Now you understand this, it is not embarrassing to be seen naked. That is what you were going to say wasn’t it?Well, it should be of no concern to you who sees your willy and particularly if I, your mother, sees it. There is nothing wrong with that. Do you understand?Are you listening to me Mark?What did I just say?Well?Come on, or has the cat got your tongue?”.

“I didn’t mean to swear mum, sorry”. I meekly apologised. I wasn’t the sort of kid that usually swore. I had been brought up to know better.

“Okay, apology accepted. We won’t worry about that this time. But come on, what did I just tell you?”

“Umm……that I, err, I shouldn’t, err……… shouldn’t worry about being seen naked?”

“That’s right and you don’t need to worry about your willy. It’s only a willy and it doesn’t bother me nor will it bother anyone else. When it’s ready it will start growing. It isn’t ready yet, that’s all. All boys mature at different ages. Your brother’s penis has already started to develop, yours hasn’t. There is nothing wrong with that; perfectly normal. You will catch up…… eventually”.

“But what about Luke?We’re the same age so why does he get to wear clothes?You said you always treated us the same and now you’re not. How is it fair?We’re twins mum, you always said you’d treat us the same!”

“Don’t you see, Mark?You can still enjoy all the good things about being a little boy for a bit longer, don’t you see that it’s a wonderful thing?You should be happy, not sad. Your brother has already started puberty as know; I was a bit shocked to be honest as you both are the same height and whatnot, I’ll admit I hadn’t really noticed before, but I he does show a bit more maturity than you sometimes. Look Mark, Luke now has hair around his penis, that means he’s bit further along than are, it means it’s no longer appropriate for him to be naked or be seen naked. It would be very embarrassing for him to be seen and it would offend people, it would make him feel extremely uncomfortable. Come on Mark, I’ve explained it all to you very clearly to make you understand so you can stop being so worried. Now, no more complaining please, we’ve talked it all through and we’re going round in circles. You will remain naked for the rest of the weekend as agreed. End of discussion. This house doesn’t look after itself you know, it’s almost midday and there are jobs to be done”.

It wasn’t lost on me that she called my penis a willy but called Luke’s a penis. So not fair!

“Now get up off the bed and come with me, I’d like you and Luke to help me with the housework otherwise I’ll never get it done, I’d like to spend some of the afternoon relaxing in the garden, it’s such a lovely day. You have to enjoy the summer when you can, it could be raining next weekend! Chop-chop!”. If you hadn’t guessed, ‘chop-chop’, was one of her favourite phrases.

Bully for you mum, glad that’s all sorted. Glad Luke won’t be embarrassed, after all what could be more humiliating than wearing clothes. I’m sure he’ll get over not being naked like his ‘twin’ brother. His 14-fucking-year-old twin brother. I’m sure you’ll tell him to stop being silly and stop whinging when he says it’s so unfair that he has to remain dressed.

I got up, I wasn’t happy, but what choice did I have?I stood with my arms down at my sides. Mum looked at me, smiling again; was she enjoying this?“I think you look very cute Mark, it’s so nice to see my little boy in his birthday suit again. You look adorable, and I do mean every bit of you!No need to feel embarrassed in front of family. Right, come on, let’s find your brother and get the house tidied up”.

I followed her out the room, in the hall she stopped and turned to me, “Oh, I meant to tell you one more thing”, what now I thought?“Your cousin was coming over tomorrow but I called your aunt and said that it wasn’t going to be possible. I do understand boys more than you think, I thought it would be a bit too much for you as you won’t be wearing anything tomorrow. You might not be comfortable with anyone else seeing you nude yet or seeing your little willy, as you seem so worried about that, so for now I think it will only be your brother and me. That will make it easier for you to enjoy this weekend and deal with your little problem”.

Thank Christ for small mercies!I was, as you’d imagine, so relieved; it must have been plastered all over my face. Maybe today and tomorrow wouldn’t be as bad as I had thought?Both mum and Luke knew what I looked like now, was there any point worrying about it?I couldn’t change the fact that they knew I was 14-years-old and hadn’t started puberty. It was still shameful though.

There was one thing I was still extremely nervous about; my Mum had said she thought I wouldn’t be comfortable with anyone else seeing me naked ‘yet’. What did she mean by ‘yet’?Was she implying that others would be seeing me?This nudity thing was only supposed to be for this weekend and she’d cancelled my cousin’s visit. So, if I got my clothes back on Monday and we had no visitors before then, logically no one else would see me naked. I felt a bit confused, maybe it was just the way she phrased it. That must be it. So only a day and half to endure, yes, that must be right. I felt a bit relieved after working that one out!

“Right Luke, your brother is going to help me with the housework and I expect you to help as well, okay?”, Luke was still sitting at the kitchen table as we entered.

“Yes mum, of course, no problem. What do you want me to do?Shall I hoover or something else?”, he was arse licking. Yes Miss, no Miss, three bags full Miss.

“Good, thank-you Luke, it will be nice to have you both help me out for a change. I don’t normally ask you to do housework. Before we start Luke, I want you to tell your brother that everything is okay and that you are not going to tease him or make fun of him. He’s just getting used to be being naked again around family, I want him to enjoy this time without any silliness from you. It is perfectly okay for Mark to not wear any clothes if that’s what he wants. Is that clear?”

“Yeah right, so err, yeah right, so, erm Mark……. right, so what it is Mark, you can, you know, you have nothing, err, well err………. ”, he was delaying, time for him to think, time to choose his words carefully so they would cause me maximum embarrassment.

“Okay, Mark”, he said more clearly, “It’s so cool that you don’t have to wear clothes, I’m sure you’ve missed being able to do that for a while, it’s a pity I can’t too because, err, you know, umm, I have missed doing that too. Even if I wanted to, I can’t do that anymore because, as you know, I’ve got you know………it’s err, yeah, its………. because I’ve got hair down there and my penis is a lot bigger than yours……. ”

“Luke!The size of your penis has nothing to do with it”, my mother interjected. “We are all very aware your penis is bigger than Mark’s willy, and I must say I wish I hadn’t seen it earlier, it really is not appropriate for me to see it anymore, but as I explained to your brother, all boys have one and they all do the same thing regardless of what shape or size they are. Mark has a lovely little willy, nothing he should ashamed of. Anyway, enough!We’ve spent ages talking about pants already this morning and I don’t want to start a discussion about boys’ willies!Okay?”

“Sorry Mum, I just meant that yeah, you know, it’s just because I have hair now and erm anyway as I was saying……. Mark, it’s great you get to enjoy being able to go nude still without having to worry about anyone seeing your willy, like other little boys. Like I said I am very jealous and I promise I won’t make fun of you. You’re the best little brother!”Mum looked delighted with his apology. Maybe she was partially deaf. He was taking the piss, of course.

“Thanks”, I said, for mum’s benefit. Not his. To end his little charade, I countered with, “But don’t forget Luke, I am still twenty minutes older than you, so it’s you who is the little brother!”. Finally, I’d landed a punch of my own, he hated being reminded of this. He absolutely loathed being younger than me, even though it was only by twenty minutes. Twenty minutes is actually nothing, completely meaningless; irrelevant in fact. But for twins it’s an undeniable fact that one has to be the older twin and the other the younger twin. Older twins generally have no issue with this.

“Oh yeah, I forgot, silly me”, he said laughing. He looked me in the eyes and then lowered his gaze down my uncovered body, pausing when he got to my hairless groin and 2” flaccid penis which, due to its size, just sort of stuck out as it rested on my small tight balls rather than hanging down like I wished it would. “I can see I’m the little brother, how very silly of me!”. He winked as he said this and the tone of his voice dripped with sarcasm.

I hadn’t landed a punch at all. I’d completely missed.

Mum was laughing at us carrying on like this. “You two!Always going on about those twenty minutes!It’s so cute, but they don’t mean anything, to me you are both exactly the same age. My two lovely boys who, at 14-years-old, are old enough to help their mum do the housework. So, let’s have no more chit chat and get moving, the sooner we start the sooner we’ll finish. There are a few things to do in the garden as well, it’s getting nice and warm outside so let’s not spend all day indoors”. With that she set about assigning tasks and instructing us on the way she wanted things to be done.

We got on with the jobs that we’d been given, I was very aware of my nudity, it felt strange to be doing anything whilst nude other than sleeping. Up until now I’d really only stood still whilst naked this morning. While moving about in the nude and vacuuming the carpets, I could feel my penis jiggling around on top of my balls. Okay, it’s not big enough to slap around my thighs or hit my belly button but I could feel it moving around as I walked through the house. From the hoover, I could feel the air from the outlet, or whatever that bit is called on a hoover, gently blow around my penis. My hairless state making the sensation of being naked even more pronounced. This also got me a bit excited. I’d never really had these sensations whilst wearing clothes. Even wearing only my underpants, sometimes if I was in bed and needed to pee, I got up and just slipped them on to go to the toilet, I had never felt my penis bouncing around freely. The lack of restriction was actually quite enjoyable and I felt a bit rude doing my chores nude. Wow, that rhymes, mum would be proud!Speaking of proud, I didn’t erect to my full pitiful 3-inches, but my penis did grow a little and was raised up slightly so it wasn’t actually resting on my balls. Think of something else Mark!Make it go back to soft!Christ!Hope mum doesn’t see me like this.

Why couldn’t mum just let me wear some clothes?I looked like one of those cleaners I’d seen on Eurotrash, the ones paid to go round someone’s house and buff the floors…… in the buff. I wasn’t allowed to watch Eurotrash, but I used to sneak out of bed at night and watch it with the volume turned down. Remote in one hand ready to change the channel if I heard anyone get up; you can guess what was in my other hand. Sitting on the sofa, Y-fronts skinned down to my knees, rubbing my penis until it started to tingle and carrying on until I had an orgasm. Telly off, pants on and back to my room. No need for cleaning up; my orgasms were still dry; my body obviously wasn’t ready for making sperm yet.

It wasn’t a huge house and did my best to be out of view, not wanting to not been seen by Mum or Luke, but I couldn’t entirely avoid bumping into to them. Not literally bumping into them, that would be doubly embarrassing, but it was impossible to remain out of sight. My brother came out of the bathroom whilst I was still hoovering the hall. Mum must have been in the kitchen as I could hear the clatter of pots, pans, plates and cutlery and anything else being put away into the cupboards and drawers.

“Hey, little bro!” he said getting my attention. “What?” I replied tersely. “This is what a big boy looks like!”, and as he said this, he pulled down the front of his shorts revealing an obvious bulge in his tight white underpants, obscenely pushing out the Y-shaped front. Yep Luke, I know you are big boy. It served as a reminder that very soon his briefs were to be discarded for good and replaced by new boxers, the ones he so desperately wanted. By ‘soon’, I meant tomorrow. “What the fuck are you doing Luke, mum might see!”. Why I should I care if he got caught acting the fool and teasing me? I honestly don’t know; I mean given the way he was treating me today he didn’t deserve me watching out for him.

He ignored my warning and proceeded to pull down the front of his briefs exposing his limp penis. “I bet you are jealous!You might have twenty minutes on me, but I think this more than makes up for it!”. He thrust his penis in my direction making it flop up down before pulling his briefs and shorts back up. I had seen his penis before, it was about 3” soft, the same size as mine when hard. I so-fucking hoped he wasn’t a grower. It was also much thicker than mine. Although I didn’t have a complete pencil dick, it was boyishly thin, a bit thicker than my middle finger; appropriate for a boy stuck in Tanner Stage 1. Okay, so it was a pencil dick. His was more like a marker pen, very reasonable for a 14-year-old. Nothing to be ashamed of, no worries in changing room at school. Long and thick enough that he wouldn’t get teased by the other boys. He had bet correctly. I was jealous. Very fucking jealous indeed.

Luke was fiddling with his shorts trying to smooth them out. Was he getting hard?Had he got excited flashing me?Did his ‘grower’ need to be adjusted in his pants?I didn’t know how big his penis got when hard. I’d never seen him hard even though we shared a bedroom and both slept naked. We had always been fairly unconcerned about being seen naked by each other, but were discrete about being seen erect. I don’t know why, as we shared everything and didn’t have secrets from each other. I know I was worried about my lack of development but not to the extent that I was, until today, concerned Luke knew. I was comfortable if he saw my penis when soft, and comfortable with him seeing I had no pubic hair. He never commented or made fun of me before today.

Fuck! I bet he is a grower. I bet it’s massive hard. I bet before the end of today he’s going to show me how big it gets. He will. I know deep down, he will. He saw me erect earlier and with my foreskin pulled right back too, he knows all I’ve got hard is the same as what he’s got soft. Three small inches. I’d swap those twenty minutes with him if it meant we could swap penises too. I felt like crying again. The expression on his face as he looked at me whilst adjusting himself was unforgettable. He looked like a victorious army General who’d won a long and arduous war. Luke would probably call it ‘The 14-Year-War’.

“What’s the matter Luke?”, it was mum coming into the hall.

“Nothing mum, just wiping some dust off my shorts, must have got there when I was dusting the skirting boards. It’s gone now”.

Mum told us we’d done enough housework for the day and she was very grateful for our help as she thought would have taken her until early afternoon to do everything. A much more productive morning than she’d expected ‘after all the drama first thing’, she quipped, looking at me and raising her eyebrows. I assumed by drama she’d meant the overflowing bath, but soon copped on that the drama was apparently my behaviour. I blushed as I recalled my earlier reaction to being told I would be spending the rest of the weekend nude. Maybe I had behaved and sounded like a pre-pubescent kid. My face went even redder as I thought that my behaviour was like my genitals, like that of an 8-year-old.

“Luke, put away the cleaning stuff under the sink in the kitchen, and Mark put the hoover back in the cupboard, then come to the kitchen. I think we all deserve a nice cup of tea and a biscuit or three”. Another one of her mum jokes. It was never ‘a biscuit or two’ like any normal person would say. Mum thought she was a comedian.

“Yes, a nice up of tea and then we’ll start on the garden”. Excellent news, I’ll get to put on some clothes. In fact, let’s stay in the garden for the rest of the fucking weekend. In fact, let’s sleep out under the stars tonight, it’s ‘lovely and warm’ as mum would say. Make the tea now mum, I’ll neck it and have three biscuits too if you like, then let’s get outside pronto.

“…and just in case you’re getting any silly thoughts, may I remind you what we’ve agreed Mark?You are not to wear any clothes this weekend. That means you’ll be helping in garden as you are. You didn’t seem too bothered about being naked when you were doing the housework. It must be having a positive effect on you already; you do seem much happier than you were first thing”.

Behind her the Cheshire Cat was back. Mum was a comedian after all, the audience was lapping it up. She wants me to go outside naked, I was waiting for the punchline. There wasn’t one.

“Err……mum?I can’t go outside naked; someone might see me. You said only you and Luke would see me naked. Please, I don’t want to go outside…. ”, I was about to go full on hysterical.

“Now Mark, please don’t start acting up again and don’t whinge. No one like to hear little boys whinging. It’s okay for to go outside as you are, you don’t need to wear anything to mow the lawn other than your sandals. Our garden isn’t overlooked, so only Luke and I will see you. You don’t need to worry about people seeing you, I promised you it would only be the three of us here this weekend. It will be good to spend some time outside in the fresh air, I know I’m going to enjoy it. You’ll even get a head start on your summer tan, the school summer holidays start in a few weeks and you always spend most of your time in the garden playing football with your brother or splashing around in the paddling pool. You both look so good with a summer tan, my two bronzed cuties!”

“We haven’t played in the paddling pool since we were little!” I cried. Fucking hell mum!I’m not a little kid. She was living in a different world.

The Cheshire Cat started up again, “I heard it’s going to be a really good summer this year Mum, and it’s already a hot one today. I think we should put the pool up this year, I’ll get it out the shed and clean it up, I’m sure Mark would love to play in it again!”They were like a comedy double act. Cannon and Ball.

“Good idea Luke, we can leave it up for the summer, if it is forecast to be a hot one like you said there isn’t any point in putting it away after you’ve cleaned it. ”.

“Mum?”

“What now Mark?”, she was starting to sound irritated again. She frowned at me, waiting for me to speak.

I’d hastily formulated a plan, maybe if I played along with the nudity thing inside the house, I could appeal to her to allow me to wear something outside. “Err it’s just that, I think you could be right. I do feel a little bit more comfortable inside, doing chores in the nude was okay I suppose, but I’m not really used to it. It is very embarrassing for me mum, and I still feel a bit, you know, but I do understand you are trying to help me and doing your best for me. It’s err… just that, err… I’d like to go outside, and I want to help you do the garden of course, but I don’t think I’m ready to do it like this, like err……. naked. I’m scared that someone will see me and see my umm……. well, you know how I feel about not having any hair like other boys my age……. so umm…. , I was thinking that perhaps I could……… err…… maybe I could at least wear my underpants?”. Yep, that was my plan!I knew she wasn’t going to let me get fully dressed if I asked, hence I asked to wear my underpants; the ones I didn’t like to wear; even when hidden under my clothes. I didn’t want to go outside in just a pair of pants either but it would be better than being naked.

“For crying out loud Mark, I thought this was all sorted. I’ve told you; you will remain naked this weekend. You agreed it was for your own benefit, all I am doing is helping you overcome your modesty issues. Now you’re acting like a spoilt child who won’t do what he’s been told. It’s been whinge, whine, whinge, whine all day long from you. Go to the kitchen now!You too Luke. We’re going to have a cup of tea and then we will start on the garden. Both of you will do it as you are currently dressed. Do you want another spanking Mark?Or will you do as you’ve told?”.

“I’ll do as I’m told”, was my whispered reply.

“Good. Now put the kettle on and make us all a nice cup of tea. Luke, please get the biscuits and put a few out on plate for us. Just use the one plate, it’ll save on the housework!We’ve done enough already today haven’t we boys!” she was delirious. She loved a cuppa.

How long could I make a cup of tea last?I didn’t like being naked inside. I didn’t like being naked full stop. I knew she meant it when she asked me if I needed another spanking. I didn’t want one. I’d going to have to mow the lawn naked; I’d never been nude in the garden before. I’d never been nude outside before. I didn’t know what sins I’d committed to deserve this humiliation. I thought I was a good boy.

THE TWINS

By briefsboy14

briefsboy14@yahoo.com

SUMMARY

A humiliating set of events is set in motion on a morning to forget for one of the 14-year-old twins, Mark and Luke. The story takes place around the early 1990’s and is set in the UK.

Chapter 3 – Saturday; the garden.

……….. How long could I make a cup of tea last? I didn’t like being naked inside. I didn’t like being naked full stop. I knew she meant it when she asked me if I needed another spanking. I didn’t want one. I’m going to have to mow the lawn; I’d never been nude in the garden before. I’d never been nude outside before. I didn’t know what sins I’d committed to deserve this humiliation. I thought I was a good boy.

I was waiting for the kettle to boil. Could I really do this? Was it even allowed? Like, well, was it legal for a teenager to be naked outside, even at home in the garden? My heart was racing. It would be an understatement to say I was shitting myself, at least everything had been indoors so far, being forced to remain naked was bad enough but outside? Outside was a whole new ballgame. I was start to feel lightheaded, nerves getting the better of me. I slowly counted to ten to get some control over my brain. Concentrate on making the tea, don’t think about anything else.

I made the tea.

I set the 3 mugs down on the kitchen table. Luke had sorted the biscuits. I sat next to my brother; he’d positioned his chair so I couldn’t pull mine in under the table. I couldn’t hide my nudity and had to sit fully exposed; he and my mum could see by entire body. I felt even more vulnerable like this, being so overtly naked in front of them like I did this every day. Mum was talking about something or other but I’d didn’t take any notice, she was waffling. Luke was then saying something too, I paid no attention to what he said either. I couldn’t concentrate, so I just sat in-between them in silence, all I could comprehend was that I wasn’t getting out of this, my feelings on the matter weren’t important to these two. I reached to take my tea and my hand was shaking, I hoped no one noticed. In my mind I knew the sooner Mum thought I had got over this modesty thing I apparently had, the sooner this stupid nudity thing would end. I had to display to her, literally in both senses of the word, that I didn’t care, that I wasn’t bothered. But I did care. And I was bothered. Very bothered.

Despite knowing what I had to do to make this end as soon as possible, I was incapable of following through with it. I realised I was holding my mug such that it was nestled in my groin. I was using a mug of tea to cover up my hairless groin and embarrassingly small thin penis; this was not the sign of someone who wasn’t bothered being openly naked around others. I wasn’t getting more used to this and guessed that natural instinct was sub-consciously kicking in. Was this a fight or flight reaction? I had no idea what that actually meant. I was finding it hard to relax, this covering up would only confirm to them that I did have a modesty problem.

“You’d better drink some of that tea before you spill it down you, you don’t want a burnt willy, do you Mark? I don’t want to spend the afternoon in A&E with you. Relax and stop shaking, you don’t need to be nervous. It will be no different to all the other times you’ve been in the garden.” No different? What could be more different than gardening with your naked 14-year-old son?

“Don’t worry Mum, it’s not much of a target, he could spill the whole cup and still miss his willy!”.

“Leave your brother alone Luke, he’s just a bit nervous is all. Now Mark, the garden is very private so you don’t need to worry about anyone seeing you. One step at a time, okay?”. She was doing her best to reassure me; she’d correctly sussed I was nervous but that wasn’t going to stop her pressing ahead with trying to ‘help me’.

“That was lovely cup of tea Mark, now come on boys, chop-chop, jobs to do. I’m not going to have any arguments from either of you, I hope. It won’t take long with the three of us, then we can spend the rest of the afternoon enjoying the sunshine. You know, I really could do with more help from you round here, then we’d have more time do more fun things together you know”. I didn’t want to move, didn’t think my legs would work, my bum was glued to the chair. It was now or never. Or rather it was now or another few smacks on my bum. I hoped it actually was glued to the chair.

The back door of the kitchen led directly onto a paved patio area that was home to a small table and four chairs. We often ate outside in the summer and Mum liked to have her morning tea while reading the paper on Sunday when the weather allowed. Mum said she’d clean these up and tidy the flower pots and beds around the patio. Mum worked in a school, I’m not sure what she did exactly but she wasn’t a teacher, so she got the same long summer holiday that Luke and I did. This gave her a few months every year to unwind and she spent a lot of time in the garden, in her words ‘her own bit of paradise’. We couldn’t afford to go away for a holiday so this was where she ‘holidayed’ every summer. She loved entertaining friends with ‘alfresco’ dinners of cured meats, fancy salads and pasta dishes; all washed down with plenty of cold wine. She’d never been to Italy but had watched enough Keith Floyd and Gary Rhodes to know what an Italian dinner party should consist off. She may have made her own pasta, and delighted in telling this to her guests, but the tiramisu was always shop bought. I don’t ever recall her mentioning this to her guests though.

It was around one in the afternoon and the sun was shining, the temperature was maybe in the early-twenties, perhaps as high as 25 degrees Celsius, clear blue sky with not a cloud in sight. Our garden faced south, so remained sunny right through to evening until the sun eventually went down. It was quite a large garden for a modest 2-bedroom semi-detached house, a bit wider than the house as we had a side gate allowing access between the front and back garden without the need to go through the house. It was about 50 meters long with a small shed at the end in one corner and in the other was a compost heap where we threw grass clippings and other green waste. At the back of the garden and on one side were fields and the boundaries consisted of low-level hedges and shrubs; about 5-foot tall. The boundary with the neighbouring house’s garden was a slightly higher hedge, about 8-foot high, interspersed with a few small conifer trees. As the two houses were bungalows, we didn’t have to worry about anyone looking into the garden from an upstairs back window or such. More specifically; I didn’t need to worry about this as I was soon to venture outside completely naked for the first time in my life. Well, for the first time I can remember at least.

Mum had some photo albums somewhere with loads of photos of me Luke when we were growing up and I knew there were a couple of photos of two very young boys running around in the garden innocently. Both totally naked; both hairless other that the hair on our heads, and not the slightest bit bothered about it. At least we were both hairless back then. We couldn’t have been any older than 4 or 5 in these photos. Thankfully mum hadn’t had these albums out for a while but I remembered her showing them to the neighbours when they moved in next door a few years back, me and Luke were probably around 12-years-old at the time. The neighbours, an older couple in their sixties, thought those ‘particular’ photos were lovely, me and Luke obviously didn’t agree, shifting uncomfortably in our seats as mum went through the whole album, far too embarrassed to make eye contact with our new neighbours and mumbling answers to their questions. The adults saying how times had changed and that kids were much better behaved in the more innocent days of the past. Innocent, I thought? More like ‘indecent’ I definitely wasn’t innocent to show people photos of naked kids, even if the kids in them were your own.

I willed myself off the kitchen chair, it was now time, sadly my bum wasn’t glued to it after all. At the back door I crouched down to put on my sandals, careful not to expose my bum to Luke, who was slipping on his flip flops behind me. The sandals were a sort of soft plastic shoe called Jellies, hardly the height of fashion. Last summer we’d gone to the beach for the day, I’d forgotten my flip flops and didn’t want to ruin my expensive new trainers, these were the first pair I was really proud of. Having the ‘right’ trainers was a big thing when I was growing up. Mum bought the Jellies from some cheap seafront shop that sold beach mats, buckets and spades and other crap. I’d moaned when mum handed them to me, apparently the shop didn’t have any flip flops in my size. They probably only had them in my size because no other boy would wear them. They still fit me now unfortunately, but mum being tight with money, understandably being a Single Parent with two teenage boys, wouldn’t dream of throwing them away; in her words ‘don’t be silly Mark, as long as they fit, they are fine to wear’. I hoped to outgrow them soon. I was still trying to keep my cool trainers looking pristine, so just I used the Jellies when gardening, I didn’t care if they got ruined and you could clean them off easily with the hose. I would not be seen dead in them outside the house, they were royal blue and sort of translucent. Very childish. Very not what a 14-year-old boy would choose to wear.

I finished buckling up my Jellies, and stood back up. The time had come to finally go outside, I couldn’t put if off any longer. I peered out from the doorway, instinctively looking towards the neighbours’ house first. I couldn’t see through the hedge. Good! Then I scanned the rest of the garden. I couldn’t see past the hedging on the other side and the back of the garden was well shielded too. It was silent except for the sound of my mum pulling the lawnmower out of the shed. I watched as she pushed it back towards the house. I was about to mow the lawn; naked bar a pair of highly childish bright blue Jellies. I looked the same as I did back then in those photos.

“Come on Mark, I’ve got the mower out for you, there should be plenty of petrol in it as I filled it right up last time”. I took a solitary step and was past the relative safety of the doorway. I was properly outside. There was no breeze and it was warm, I could feel the wispy, almost invisible, light blondish hairs on my arms and lower legs stand up. My skin was acutely aware of contact with the fresh air and heat. Oddly I felt cold, fear and trepidation kicking in big time as I took a second and third step and I was now standing behind the outdoor table. I could feel my heart beating faster than usual.

Mum stopped at the edge of the patio and turned the mower back to face the end of the garden. “You can’t do the lawn standing there Mark, come here! Straight lines please, the grass isn’t very long and it’s nice and dry so shouldn’t take you long. If it stays nice, we’ll have an early dinner outside. What do you think? Anything you fancy?” Yes mum, for starters I’ll have my clothes back, for mains I’d like to forget today ever happened and for dessert I’d like to shave Luke’s pubes off. He can then eat his cheeseboard naked if it’s alright with you?

“Err, um, whatever you’re making is fine” I couldn’t give a shit what we ate. I was standing outside in front of my mum stark naked, discussing what to have for dinner. I’d sub-consciously positioned myself right up against the table, shielding my penis. She’d seen it all morning, so I don’t know why I was bothering but I still felt an inborn sense of unease being naked around her. I was also certain, despite the privacy of our garden, that the whole world could see me, see my most private parts and discover that I had yet to start puberty. Why should one identical twin be allowed to be dressed when the other wasn’t? Why would they think my nudity was acceptable, especially outside? Were Luke and Mum right that my lack of any pubic hair meant it was okay that I could be seen like this and I needn’t worry, that I should think myself lucky I was still able go around naked, despite my advancing teenage years? I thought maybe this might have been okay in the summer of 1892, but this was the summer of 1992. I had no historical knowledge of the social acceptability of older boy’s nudity in 1892, so I don’t know why I even thought it might be acceptable then? Was I trying to rationalise that maybe other boys my age had been treated the same way before and maybe it was okay to the same today?

“Oi Mark, get a move on!”. Luke was walking towards us carrying various bits of the paddling pool in his arms. “I want to start getting this set up”, he said as he unceremoniously dumped them on the patio. “Can you do the grass side to side starting up here? Once you’ve done the first bit, I can set up the pool and clean it. I should have it done by the time you’ve finished the rest of lawn. Hey mum, what do you think, if I set it up here in front of the patio, you can keep an eye on Mark when he’s playing in it, just in case he drowns!”, it was about 2-foot high, hardly dangerous for 14-year-old. Not that I intended using the pool. It was for little kids. I wondered why we even still had it?

“You’re just jealous”, I shot back. “I’m a better swimmer than you and you so know it, you can only do front crawl and you’re not even very good at that, you are like one of the worst in our year at school”, I was unsure where this confidence came from. “Yeah well, I don’t like swimming, do I? It’s just for the kids that are crap at football. Anyway, you can practice your backstroke later, when I’ve got this filled up, mind your little periscope doesn’t rise up out the water, it might slow you down. Not by much though!”. He’d fought back. I’d thrown another punch, another one that had failed to land.

“Stop squabbling like babies you two, you’re not still in nappies! Of course, Mark won’t drown Luke, it’s only a child’s paddling pool, but yes put it here in front of the patio then I can keep an eye on ‘both’ of you just in case you do try and drown each other. I know boys will be boys and all that, but the way you’re carrying on today, anyone would think you didn’t get along!”.

I’d hoped to mow the lawn up and down the length of the garden, as this meant I would only be seen front-on and exposed half the time, I wasn’t concerned that they could see my bum. I wasn’t ashamed of my bum; it was meant to be hairless. It was just like any other boy’s bum. Just like’s Luke’s bum. Bums were funny. Penises weren’t. Luke wanted to start setting up the pool up by the patio, which meant I would now have to go side to side, meaning my penis would be on display side-on the whole time. I suppose that as I got further down the garden, I’d further away from them and my boy bits would be harder to see. Maybe his request was a blessing in disguise. Perhaps Him upstairs was listening to my prayers for help after all. I felt marginally happier. Not much happier, but marginally happier.

There was no point delaying the inevitable, I hooked up the grass collector and pulled the start cord. Best to concentrate on the job. I pushed the mover along and forced myself to look straight ahead. If I did this, I couldn’t tell if my mum or brother were looking at me. Almost as if they weren’t there. As we weren’t overlooked by the neighbours and it was very secluded, I reminded myself I couldn’t be seen. Walk left, turn mover, walk right. Don’t look around. Repeat. Easy, right? It was a very surreal experience; one I wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

Did I want to be out here naked? No. Was I enjoying this? No. Would I like to be outside if it wasn’t forced and no one else was around? Perhaps. I sort of liked the feeling of the air and sun on my exposed skin, the freedom of movement without clothes, the absence of sweat soaked shirt and shorts plastered to my body. Perhaps there was something to be said for not wearing clothes while working in the heat. I began to realise my problem wasn’t with my nudity per se, my problem was being seen naked by others. I was intensely frustrated that I hadn’t started puberty, but I had my clothes to hide this awful truth, clothes prevented others from discovering my shame. All boys start puberty eventually and I would too, any day soon. Tomorrow hopefully! Yes, my problem was others knowing I hadn’t started yet, knowing I wasn’t like your average 14-year-old boy in the genitals department. It didn’t help that all the boys in our class at school had already started, except one other boy, and it most definitely didn’t help having a twin who was well into puberty either. The classic twin dilemma of being compared to each other. In every other aspect I looked my age. I became concerned that I was starting to oddly think my nudity was okay if no one would see me. I was confused. I was only 14 and this was too much for me to understand.

I was about halfway done and looked back to the house. Luke was getting on with the pool and had almost finished assembling it, mum had cleaned the patio furniture and was now tidying the various pots around the patio, neither seemed to be paying me the slightest bit of attention. Maybe they weren’t bothered that their son/brother was out here naked, cutting the grass while they carried on with their own jobs. Were they right that it was okay for me to be doing this? Did I indeed have no need to worry? Would it help me? Should I enjoy the, hopefully extremely short, time I had left to be able to remain naked like a little boy? I really didn’t think any other boy my age would be doing this, it was the year 1992, but I couldn’t find a strong argument for why it was wrong, other than my own insecurities about my lack of development. Did I have any reason to be embarrassed? I was even more confused.

No! It was definitely wrong! For fucks sake Mark, what the fuck are you thinking! They had no right to see me like this, they were violating my human rights, this is child cruelty, someone call Esther Rantzen and report this abuse! I don’t want anyone to see my penis, my balls or see that I haven’t got any pubic hair. I’m 14, I’ve got rights, haven’t I? Why should I have to suffer such a cruel punishment just because my body isn’t quite ready to grow where I want it to grow most?

I wasn’t, to paraphrase mum, being ‘a silly little boy’ worrying if someone saw my penis. Sorry, I meant ‘willy’. If someone, ‘saw my willy’. Why did she have to call it ‘a willy’? Forgive me Father for I have sinned; I saw my son’s willy last week. How old is he? Fourteen. Does he have hair down there? No Father. Well say two Our Fathers and five Hail Mary’s, there’s nothing wrong with seeing your son’s penis if he has no hair but it’s a sin to call it a willy. I wonder if the Church would think this nude treatment was a good thing?

I’d almost finished the lawn. All the metal diarrhoea in my head had the desired effect; distracting me from worrying about my nudity. I was of course aware I was naked the whole time, however by not concentrating on my nudity itself, I hadn’t felt so obviously conscious about it and my level of embarrassment had subdued, if only momentarily. I was sweating a bit, if I’d have been wearing my normal clothes, they would have absorbed the sweat, instead it was trapped by the sparse fine hairs on my arms and lower legs, but trickled down the hairless parts of my body; chest, thighs and pubic area. I’d grab a shower once I was done, how long could I make that last?

I turned the mower round to do the last of the lawn, suddenly it started to judder, shaking violently, it was running out of petrol. I ploughed on, just this last bit to do. I gripped the handle tightly; the vibrations went through my arms and to the rest of my body. My soft 2-inch penis was bouncing wildly up and down, left and right…. well, as wildly as a thin 2-inch penis could. Not slapping my thighs; it couldn’t reach that far. The collection box spewed out a load of clippings, all over my legs as I cut the last remaining blades of grass. I hadn’t been paying attention, the box was full and couldn’t take any more grass. I shut off the engine, unhooked the collection box and tipped it onto the compost heap. I pushed the mover back to the shed and cleaned it before putting it away. I’d tell mum we needed more petrol.

As I closed the shed door, it brushed against my penis. Jesus Christ! I was rock hard. The vibrations from the mower must have given me an erection. Oh my God! My foreskin had retracted like usual, peeled right back behind the glans, my pinkish head was flared right out. Don’t let them see me like this! Oh fuck! Shit! I was going to start crying when I heard mum, “Oh good! You’ve finished Mark, the lawn looks great!”, she shouted, I swivelled at the waist and saw Mum sitting at garden table giving me a thumbs up. Luke was sitting down too, hose pipe in hand filling up the paddling pool. “Come and sit-down Mark, I’ll get us a cold drink”, with that she got up and headed back into the house.

Go down! Please go down, pretty, pretty please. I can’t go back up there with a hard-on. Oh Lord! Have mercy on me! I still don’t know what sins I’ve committed, but I repent them all. Don’t punish me further. ‘Our Father, who art in heaven……….’, I’ve done the lawn like mum asked, I’m a good boy. What have I done to deserve this? I know I haven’t been t Church for years, but I live by the Ten Commandments. I don’t ‘covet thy neighbour’ and I stick to other nine too. I don’t want them see me with an erection! Anything but this. Anything but my inadequate 3-inch erection. My, thin, 3-inch erection. Smaller than Luke’s soft penis, smaller than it in both length and girth.

I went back in the shed. Count to ten; one, two, three… Counting wasn’t going to work. Without further thought I slapped my penis hard a few times ignoring the pain, my sensitive head stung and I almost fell over. Oooh! Ahhh! Fuck! I took several deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. I started counting to ten again, more slowly this time. I’d been hit in the balls once playing football, this wasn’t quite as bad but I didn’t want to do it again. After reaching ten, my penis had deflated more or less to normal, I was still breathing heavily. That was close, as much as I didn’t want anyone to see my small penis when soft, it was preferable to anyone seeing that it wasn’t much bigger when hard and fully erect.

Still breathing heavily, I walked back to the patio. “What were you doing in the shed? Having a wank? You’re a naughty little boy! Wait ‘til I tell mum what you’ve been doing, playing with your willy in the shed like a little pervert! Someone’s going to get another smacked bottom!”

“Fuck off Luke! Just leave me alone”.

“No chance! This is so fucking funny. I can’t believe mum fell for it, making you stay naked this morning when I suggested it. She really thinks she’s helping you. I’d be so fucking embarrassed mate. She keeps calling you adorable and cute because you look like a little kid with no pubic hair and baby willy……”

“I haven’t got a baby willy! Fucking shut up Luke. Just because I’m a bit behind you, doesn’t mean I…….”

“At bit behind me? A bit? My penis was bigger than yours’ when I was 10! Fuck me, I got hair when I turned 12. You know the other boys at school ask me if we’re really twins? It’s so fucking embarrassing for me, having a twin who still looks like he’s 8 or 9-years-old. That’s right, they don’t tease you, do they? No, coz they’ve been teasing me all year asking when is my little brother going to start puberty. I’ve had it, trying to stick up for you all year, why can’t you just grow some fucking hair and then they’ll leave me alone”.

I didn’t know what to say. He was right that the other boys had never teased me for not having any hair yet. Why were they picking on Luke and not me? He could be obnoxious at times but mostly he liked to brag that he was better at football than them, telling them how he was going to get a trial with a big club. He wasn’t a bully. Obnoxious sometimes yes, but not a bully. Or was he? Were we too close that I hadn’t noticed? We spent so much time in each other’s company maybe I didn’t see it. We had great fun growing up together, we rarely fought, got along well…. did I only see his good side? Was I oblivious to another side of him?

I was shocked and just stood at the edge of patio, any fight left in me had gone. My arms hung limply at my sides, too stunned to bother covering up the reason the other boys were teasing him. Was this nudity thing his way of getting back at me? Was this revenge?

“Fuck! Ahhh! It’s cold! What are you doing?”, I was shaken out of my thoughts, Luke was spraying my legs with the hose, “Fuck! Stop doing that!”. I was dancing on the spot, trying to avoid the cold water. Instinctively I moved to protect myself; I covered by penis with my hands.

“What are you two up to now!”, Mum was back with the drinks. “Stop that now Luke, leave Mark alone. I turn my back for one minute and you’re behaving like toddlers again!”

“Err, oh, so yeah……mum, I was, you know… err… just helping Mark get cleaned up. He’s got grass clippings all up his legs, you wouldn’t want him to sit on the furniture after you just cleaned it. He asked me to use the hose to wash his legs but then he didn’t want his Jellies to get ruined. I told him to stop being silly, because they’re plastic he didn’t need to worry, but you know how obsessed he is about his footwear, particularly his Jellies, they’re his favourite!”. What the fuck was he saying now? I hated these sandals!

“That’s nice of you to help your brother and you’re right Luke, I don’t want grass all over the furniture. Mark, stop messing around and let your brother wash your legs off, then you can come and sit down and have a refreshing cold drink, I’ve got some packets of crisps here too”.

“Mummy! That isn’t what happened, Luke started spraying me with the hose, I didn’t ask him to, the water is really cold, it’s not fair, he’s being a……. he’s being……. he’s……it’s not fair!” Short of stamping my feet, I was doing a fair impression of a much younger boy.

“Stop it now Mark, I’ve had it with you today. You’re acting like a spoilt brat. Stand still while your brother helps wash the grass off your legs. Don’t worry about your Jellies getting wet, they’ll be fine”. Great! I’m standing here being hosed off like a toddler and mum now thinks these awful Jellies are my favourite shoes!

“All done Mark! Good boy. You can sit down now bro”, he was hamming it up again, being the good brother in front of mum. Acting like a big brother. This was all part of his plan, to humiliate me for the humiliation he had suffered at school. Humiliation brought about because I, his twin brother, was still hairless at 14-years. He obviously didn’t think he’d done anything himself to deserve to be picked on by our classmates. He was bullied solely because of me. I doubted this, even if he didn’t.

“Come on then Mark, sit down and have your juice”, I moved towards one of the empty chairs, desperate to sit down, “What have I told you about playing with your willy! Move your hands away now! Good grief! What would the neighbours think if they saw you playing with it out here?”. I’d covered my penis when Luke had sprayed me with the hose, a reflex typical of any boy; you’ve got to protect your crown jewels. “I’ve told you plenty of times now, you do not need to be concerned about us seeing your willy. You will not cover it up and I don’t want to see you touching it. You really must get over this shyness, it’s natural for boys like you to be allowed to go nude. I should have done this years ago when your brother started puberty. Then we wouldn’t have to deal with your problem now! I think I need a stronger drink!”. She was ranting. Like before. This wasn’t good.

I didn’t want to upset her further, I dropped my hands to my side. I’d immediately regret doing this.

“Oh Mark! Are you trying to look like your brother? Don’t be so silly! You look ridiculous! Are you so worried about not looking like Luke?” she was laughing. Better than her ranting, but still not a good sign.

“What? What’s so funny?” I asked. Luke was laughing too. Could someone fill me in on the joke please?

“Come here Mark, you’ve got grass clippings above your willy, how did they get there?” she reached over pulling me towards her by my arm. I looked down; I had grown a bush of green pubic hair. I did look ridiculous. I knew pubic hair wasn’t green. The mower must have spewed the grass out when it started to run out of petrol. How else could it have got there? I wasn’t playing dressing up like some kid. What shall I put on to wear? Grass clippings. Cool! I’ll pretend I’m the Incredible Hulk.

Mum started to brush the hair off my pubic area, “MUM! DON’T” I tried to struggle free of her grip.

“Stand still, I’m just helping to get them off. I said stand still Mark! Stop wriggling while I get all this grass off you… and why is your foreskin pulled back? How has that happened?”

Mum was touching my smooth pubic area, no one has touched me there before. Oh fuck! I can feel her fingers lightly dancing over my skin. She’s holding onto to me like I’m 5-years-old and need help getting cleaned up. “MUM! I CAN DO IT MYSELF! LET GO! PLEASE!”

“Alright then Mark, I was just trying to help, do it on your own if you must, but make sure you get it all off before you sit down and pull you foreskin back over your willy, it’s rude to show off like that”.

What? Oh Lord! Jesus Christ! I can’t believe I’m standing in front of my mother for the second time today with my foreskin peeled back exposing my most secret part. I wished the ground would swallow me. Why did I have to get an erection when cutting the grass and why hadn’t my foreskin hadn’t gone back once I was soft again? I was mad at my penis but madder at Luke; this was all his fault. I wished I wasn’t a twin, I wished I was an only child. The shame was excruciating. No boy should have to suffer the indignity I was suffering.

“Are you okay Mark? Can you manage on your own? Do you want mummy to help you?” she offered.

“WHAT?! Err, no, err it’s fine………it err, it umm……. I can manage”, my fucking foreskin! My face was on fire as I pulled away at it trying to get it back over the head of my penis.

“It looks very tight Mark, does it hurt? Do you always have problem getting it to go back? You do pull it back when you go for a wee don’t you? You must always do that you know. Let me have a look…….”

“NO! I’ve got it, it’s fine mum!” I grabbed my foreskin and gave it an almighty yank, ouch! It was back over the rim of the head but had rolled in on itself, I was still fiddling around to get it back to its normal state, as I did, I brushed across my frenulum, ooh! I did this a couple more times trying to unroll my foreskin. I was starting to get hard again………this wouldn’t help. Ooooh! I could feel the tingling sensation building up, I was about to… oh no………. oh no! ………. don’t…no……….no…………ooooooooh! My legs buckled. My body spasmed. Uuugh! Uuuugh! Aaaaaaah! I looked down at my penis jerking away in my hands. I’ve just masturbated in front of my mum! It was the least exciting orgasm of my life.

I was horrified. Had she noticed? Had she? Despite my shame and rising panic, I was still fumbling with the head of my penis; it was ultra-sensitive as it always was after I came but I carried on pulling at my foreskin. It looked red, but couldn’t be any redder than my face and body was right at this moment. Act normal. She hasn’t said anything. To my great relief, my penis quickly started going down, thank fuck! I had just had an orgasm outside and in front of my mother. This was her fault, why couldn’t she let me wear my clothes? Teenage boys couldn’t control their penises. It didn’t take much to make them cum. I was like any other 14-year-old; two or three quick jerks was all it usually took.

Finally, my foreskin was back to normal. “Now Mark……”, oh no, oh God! She’s going to go fucking ape shit. Oh fuck! “I think your foreskin is a little bit tight. You need to pull it back and stretch it, if you don’t then you might have a problem later. It will probably loosen up when you start puberty, but keep an eye on it and if it doesn’t get looser you need to tell me, okay?”

Foreskin health lecture over, through heavy breaths I asked if I could now sit down. Actually, I said “Mummy, can I sit down now”. I didn’t care that I said ‘mummy’ as nothing could be more embarrassing than what had just happened.

“Mum”, Luke again! “Shouldn’t Mark sit on a towel or something? I saw a program on TV last week about nudists or naturists, or whatever they’re called, apparently because they don’t wear any clothes, they carry a small towel around and use it to sit down on. It’s for hygiene I think”.

“I’m am not a nudist!” I cried.

“Well, you are naked dear, you could be a nudist! Anyway, why were you watching that program, Luke? We’re you curious? When did you say it was on?”.

“Err, I err….no, it’s well, I err…….it was on before the football! I didn’t want to miss the match, so I put the TV on early, it was just you know, err……. on same the channel you know. I wasn’t really watching it, but…….”

“Never mind Luke, I’m a bit surprised it was on at that time, that would have been before the watershed. Still, as I keep telling your brother, there is nothing wrong with nudity; lots of people enjoy being naked, especially little boys. I’m sure the program was very educational and it just goes to show nudity is nothing to be ashamed of, if you’re into that sort of thing”.

“Yes, it seemed very normal. There were a few boys like Mark on it and they didn’t seem to mind being naked around their parents and other adults…………and they were being filmed so lots of other people would be seeing them too! They didn’t look like they cared, like Mark shouldn’t care. I think it will be good for him to naked again tomorrow like you told him, he really is very embarrassed and it won’t do him any good at school if he’s like that, especially as we’re moving up a Year in September”.

“Mark knows he is required to be naked tomorrow and that we are only trying to help him……just stay there for minute while I fetch you a towel Mark, I haven’t got any small ones but we’ll pick a few up for you tomorrow when we go and get Luke’s boxers”.

“But I won’t need them after tomorrow, Mum you said this was only for today and tomorrow!”.

“Well, yes, I did, but it won’t do any harm to get a few for you, maybe you’d like to be naked more often at home now you know it’s fine not to have to wear clothes if you don’t want to. If that’s what you’d like to do it’s okay with me, you don’t have to ask, you can get out of bed and not get dressed; no one in this house will be embarrassed or angry. Back in a minute!”. I’d be embarrassed. I didn’t intend to embrace the nudist lifestyle.

She went in to the house.

“Oh man, un-fucking-believable, you just had a fucking orgasm in front of mum, this is out of this world! Today just gets better and better, I can’t believe it, you don’t even shoot cum! Mate, I’ve been shooting since before last summer. Well, I can believe it actually, your willy is tiny and you’re a baldy, so it’s obvious you wouldn’t shoot stuff! You had better hope you start growing some hairs soon so the guys at school start leaving me alone even though I’d really like you stay hairless for ever, oh man! This is the best day ever! Summer is going to be so much fun little bro; I’m going to make you pay! Wow! You actually had a dry orgasm in front of our mum! Ace man! Wait until I tell everyone at school. If I’m fucked at school, then you’re fucked too, royally fucked. Oh boy! Listen Mark, you can stuff those twenty minutes, I don’t care that you are twenty minutes older than me. Compared to you I’ve got the biggest, hairiest, spunking cock in the world. You’re 14 and still shooting dry! You are a fucking Loser with a capital ‘L’, I mean………”

“Fuck off Luke!” I shouted through tears and snot running down my face. “Leave me alone, I’m not a fucking baby or your little fucking brother, so fuck off and stop……….”

“Oh dear, the little one is having another temper tantrum ‘stop calling me names, stop calling me names’, you realise you sound like an 8-year-old? Stop whining like a baby or you’re going to get your little botty smacked again. Behave like a good boy, you know little boys should be seen and not heard don’t you Mark? And well, it is kind of funny that we get to see of all of you. This is the best weekend ever!”

“I’m not a little boy! I’m the same age as you Luke, it’s just that, umm, just that…err…. well, you know. It’ll start soon and……”.

“Listen Mark, we might be the same age but only one of us has a no pubic hair and a tiny willy. Only one of us is wearing Jellies that an 8-year-old wouldn’t would want to wear. Which of us does that sound like? It doesn’t sound like me, does it?”.

Just then Mum came back with a towel for me. I sat down. How much worse could the weekend get. Luke had it in for me alright. I wasn’t as concerned with my nudity at home at this moment, I was far more concerned with what other plans my brother had for me. Things could get a lot worse, although I need to think about that, after all I’d just had an orgasm in front of my mother. The only upshot was it was a dry one. Without a load of spunk flying, she hadn’t noticed. Thank God, for once, that I hadn’t started puberty.

“What was that, Luke?”, my mum’s voice bought be back into the room, or the garden if you prefer.

“I was just saying that the swim shorts I had last year are a bit tight on me, can I get some new ones tomorrow when we go to get my boxers? Oh, and Mark said he’d like another pair of the Jellies that he likes, you know for the summer as he’s only got the one pair”. What humiliation was he lining up for me now? I didn’t want the pair I had, yet alone a second pair. “We’ll see, he has had a difficult day I suppose, and I am treating you. They’re not very expensive and I think he can have a treat as well if he behaves for the rest of the day”. Treats were for little kids. Jellies were too.

The rest of the afternoon and evening passed by without any further dramas. Luke seemed content to leave me alone. I spent most of the time, hiding my penis under the table outside or later with a book in front of the TV. I did get a few more erections which were embarrassing but I managed to keep them hidden. I couldn’t tell you what the book was about.

I feigned tiredness, took a long shower and decided on an early night. I didn’t fall asleep for ages. How much worse was this going to get tomorrow?

I hope you liked these first chapters and Mark’s first day of forced nudity even if he didn’t. So, Luke, rather than Mark, has been bullied at school for Mark’s delayed puberty. What else does Luke have in store for humiliating his brother as payback? In a few hours it’ll be Sunday morning. Poor Mark.

(End of File)