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THE TWINS

By briefsboy14

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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.


Thanks to everyone who got in touch to say they enjoyed the first three chapters. It meant a lot to me as this is my first attempt at writing any sort of story. It’s not a true story as such, though I have drawn on some of my own experiences growing up as a ‘late bloomer’ myself. Neither is it a particularly fast paced story, it’s very much a slow burner, concentrating on how Mark feels. Apologies if it’s too slow but I hope you enjoy the next chapters.


Chapter 4 – Sunday morning


I was woken up by the sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window, I opened my eyes only to see mum in my bedroom. Again! She pulled open the curtains and was saying something about it being another lovely day and too good to be spending it indoors. “Time to get up you two, breakfast is ready, chop-chop, come on, up-up, we have a busy morning ahead!”, she was chatting away like the nutter we’d seen last week outside the supermarket talking to himself. I had wondered at the time if he was on drugs. I wondered now if Mum was on drugs too? She seemed a bit twitchy and over excited. All I wanted to do was stay in bed. I wasn’t fully awake yet. I wished she’d go away. It was Sunday for Christ’s sake.

She crossed over to Luke. “Put your underpants on Luke, do it under the covers please, I don’t want to embarrass you, then go and have your breakfast and after you need to have a shower, you didn’t have one yesterday. We’ve got to go and you your boxer shorts this morning and then I have a lovely surprise for you both! Isn’t that nice! I want to make an early start so no dilly-dallying this morning please”. She held out a pair of underpants to him. Today would be the last day he would be wearing Y-fronts. I envied him. To my deep shame, despite being twins, Luke was much more ahead in the puberty stakes than I was and today he was finally switching from briefs to boxers, a rite of passage any boy our age was desperate to achieve. To stop wearing briefs was a significant moment, you were no longer a little kid; it was a milestone the other boys in our class had already reached. Even the youngest boy in our class wore boxers and he was just as hairless as me; though his penis was bigger than mine was, I bet he’d get hair soon too as he looked like he was approaching Tanner Stage 2. I knew the stages off by heart; I’d done a lot of research. The internet was great for finding out about literally anything. My penis was still the same size as it was when I was 8-years-old and I often worried my hairs were never going to come despite what the internet said. Under the covers, I rolled over onto my front; I wasn’t going to watch him fumble under his covers putting his god-awful underpants on for the last time in his life.

Mum approached my bed. She stroked the hair on my head and told me it was time to get up. “I’m still sleeping Mum, I’m sooooooo tired after doing the lawn yesterday. Can I stay in bed a bit longer, please, just a bit longer, please?”, I wasn’t sure if she could understand what I was saying, as I was lying on my front with my face buried in my pillow.

“If you’re talking to me Mark, how can you be asleep? Come on, your brother is getting up, time for you to get up too. It’s not good for little boys to spend all morning in bed. We need to get to the shops early this morning. As I just told your brother, and I know that you heard me Mark, I’ve got a nice surprise today for both of you. That means no housework or jobs to do in the garden for any of us today!”. I was pleased to hear there would be no chores to do but still I wanted to stay in bed, if I stayed in bed no one would see me naked. The bed covers would be my clothes for the rest of the morning. I didn’t want to spend the day in the nude, the only one at that, like I had yesterday, I hadn’t enjoyed it like mum had said I would. I was supposedly, according to her warped logic, a ‘lucky little boy’ to be allowed to not wear clothes; as if was completely normal for a 14-year-old boy. I hadn’t changed my thoughts on this overnight, I didn’t think I was lucky; it was so completely unfair as far as I was concerned. Even though mum knew that I didn’t have any hair down there and had even saw me with an erection yesterday, I didn’t want her to see me naked again, I didn’t want to be exposed and humiliated again today, or in fact ever again. I made no attempt to move. I would spend the morning in bed. After what had happened around this time yesterday, I should have known better. I should have been a bit quicker on the uptake.

She pulled back my duvet, “Get up now please, and go and have your breakfast”. She knew I slept in the nude, as I’d ditched childish pyjamas a few years ago, so she wasn’t surprised by my nakedness, although as she had instructed me to not wear any clothes this weekend, maybe she was just checking I’d followed her instruction.

“Mum! What are you doing! I don’t want to be naked today, please! Why can’t I wear my clothes? It’s not fair Luke gets to wear his, I don’t want you to see my willy mummy, I’m 14-years-old for Christ’s sake! It’s so unfair!”. Yes, I called it ‘my willy’. That was mum’s juvenile word for my penis. Sorry, I meant that was ‘mummy’s’ juvenile word for my penis. I’d called her mummy yesterday too, why was I calling her mummy again? I hadn’t called her that in years.

“We are not starting today like we started yesterday, Mark, and I don’t like you shouting at me either, if you are going to act like a little boy then I’m going to treat you like one……”. SMACK!

“OW! Mum! What…….”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Little boys… SMACK! SMACK!... who don’t do as they are told... SMACK! SMACK!... have their little bottoms… SMACK! SMACK!... warmed up… SMACK! SMACK!... to remind them…SMACK! SMACK!... to be better behaved in future! SMACK! Now let this be a lesson to you, I haven’t spanked you since God knows when, but don’t think I won’t Mark, and let me tell you, it will be a lot harder than this if I have to spank you again. Now apologise for not doing what I asked!”.

Harder than this? My poor bum felt like it was on fire! When she smacked me, it sounded like a rifle being fired each time her hand landed on my bare cheeks, between her ‘shots’ I was begging her to stop. The force with which she had smacked me was far more surprising than the fact she’d actually spanked me like I was a little boy. My bum definitely didn’t want to find out what she meant by harder. I knew today was going to be another humiliating day for me, but fuck, I haven’t even got out of bed and already I’d managed to piss her off and get on her wrong side. “I’m sorry mummy, I didn’t mean to be naughty… err… so… err… so, can I get up now?”, I wanted to get away from her. As best as I could recall, she had never spanked either of us since we were very little. Where had this sudden change in her come from? What had come over her? Since deciding yesterday that I was to be naked all weekend she was treating me like I was still a toddler.

Mum was rubbing my bottom, “Turn over and face me please Mark”, I did as I was told this time. “Well, I WAS going to let you wear your clothes today...”, I noticed she was holding a pair of my white underpants in her hand, “… but it seems like someone hasn’t got over of his little modesty issue. This silly behaviour Mark, honestly it has to stop. I have told you that it’s okay for you to be nude as you haven’t started puberty and you there is no reason for you to be embarrassed. I don’t want you thinking you have anything to hide, there is nothing wrong with your body or being seen undressed, this excessive modesty is just not normal Mark, I thought yesterday would have proved that to you, and if you’re worried about your little willy… you needn’t be. I’ve already seen it and it’s a perfectly normal willy for a boy like you. Your brother isn’t worried about his penis, is he? You don’t see him acting all silly about his, you’re both 14-years-old for God’s sake! You could learn a thing or two from Luke. He’s much more mature than you. I think as you’ve been naughty you can go and eat your breakfast as you are; you clearly learnt nothing from yesterday. Get up please and don’t even think about complaining!”. Oh yes mum! You are so right mum! I know Luke isn’t worried about his ‘penis’…… that’s because it’s fucking huge compared to mine!

As I got up, not wanting to make things any worse, mum smiled and took my hand gently, “Come on Silly-Billy! Let’s go and eat, and don’t forget I have a nice surprise planned for you both. Are you dressed Luke?”. What? Luke? I immediately looked over towards his bed to see he was still in the room; standing there dressed only in his white underpants. Mum’s words startled him and he quickly covered his groin with his hands. Not quick enough; before he did, I saw he had a very obvious erection; it was straining against the thin fabric of his briefs. “Err… yeah…err… yes mum!”, he was stammering and his face was bright red. He hadn’t left the room, which could only mean… oh fuck! No! Oh God! He’d been here all this time! Christ! He had seen mum spank me like I was a little boy; he’d watched the whole fucking thing! Is that why he was hard? Had it excited him? Was he getting-off on this? Getting-off on my humiliation? Had mum noticed his erection? I had far too many questions for this time of the morning. It wasn’t just my bum that hurt; my head hurt too.

We left the bedroom, Luke rushing out first still covering his groin. I was glad he was embarrassed to have an erection. A taste of his own medicine. It wasn’t lost on me that this was all his fault; he’d suggested to mum yesterday that being naked would help me get over my shyness and prevent me from being bullied. It seemed quite the reverse to me, being forced to remain naked felt a lot like bullying as far as I was concerned. My mum was holding my hand as we walked to the kitchen and said to me, “Just so you know Mark, I think you have a very nice little willy, lovely and smooth, much nicer than Luke’s big old hairy one!”. If she was trying to reassure me, she had failed miserably.

We sat eating breakfast together at the kitchen table in uncomfortable silence. Between forkfuls of sausage, bacon and eggs Luke finally broke the unnerving quiet, “Don’t worry Mark… CHOMP!... you’re just a late bloomer…CHOMP!... that’s all…CHOMP… some boys are...CHOMP!... nothing to be embarrassed about…CHOMP!... you’ll get hair eventually, maybe even sometime next year, until then just enjoy being a little boy…CHOMP!... you don’t need to cover up like I have to… CHOMP! when you grow up, like me…CHOMP!... you have to make sure no one sees you naked, it’s a bit stressful really…CHOMP!... I mean, like you know, if I was accidently seen, it might offend someone… CHOMP!... but you don’t need to worry about that yet. So, err, you know, just err, enjoy being a little boy still... CHOMP!... it must be so cool that you can be so carefree, umm, I think I might even envy you”. The Cheshire Cat was up fucking early this morning.

“That’s a very mature way of putting it, I hope you’re you listening to your brother Mark?”, why was she buying all this shit? “What’s the matter with you Mark? Stop fidgeting. Sit still and finish your breakfast. Honest to God!”, it would be an understatement to say she wasn’t in the best of moods. No doubt it’s my fault, again, and nothing to do with the fact she had just spanked my bottom and it bloody well hurt sitting down. I doubted any of my friends at school had started off their Sunday with a firm spanking from their mum and were at this moment eating breakfast naked whilst the rest of their family were dressed as normal. “…and when you’ve finished your breakfast, go and get all of your old underpants and I’ll give you your new ones”. She got up and left the kitchen to get them. Thanks Mum, I can’t fucking wait… Jesus!

Luke and I continued eating in silence, but not for long. “So, Mark, are you doing swimming next year?”, he asked me. The randomness of the question threw me, it was a bit ‘left field’ and an unexpected change of direction. “Err…what?”, why was it any concern of his? “Oh, I was just thinking about what you said yesterday, I know you are really good at swimming; probably in the top four or five in our year at school. You’re definitely a lot better than I am, I’m going to do football as my main sport next year, hopefully I’ll make the first team again, it’s… well… I just thought you’d probably do swimming, that’s all.” Was that a compliment from him? Was he being genuinely nice or was this leading somewhere? Somewhere I wouldn’t want it to lead to.

“Oh, well… err… I haven’t thought about it really. To be honest I don’t really mind what sport I choose, but I do enjoy swimming more than football and, maybe, if I got on the school team… well… err… I reckon I could win a few races, especially in backstroke”. I’d always enjoyed swimming; I was good at it. Not bragging mind, I just was.

“That would be cool! I think you could, you know, win some races”. Again, I wondered if he was just being nice to me or was this another one of set ups? Was I going to end up humiliated again? I mean, this was more like the usual Luke, chatting away like this, as we normally would. Just like normal; other than the fact I don’t usually eat breakfast with my brother whilst nude, this could have been any other normal day. I was still on edge somewhat; I didn’t entirely trust where he was going with this conversation. What was his angle? I most certainly wasn’t about to forgive him for yesterday, but I was happy that we were talking about something other than why it was okay for me to be naked, which had been his primary of topic of conversation since we’d got up on Saturday. I hadn’t worn any clothes, other than my Jellies, since first thing yesterday morning and didn’t want to be reminded that I would be doing the same today, but why was he asking about sport options for next year at school? Anyway, thank God we’re going shopping. Mum would have to let me wear clothes if we are going out. She would let me get dressed, wouldn’t she? Surely, she would? I couldn’t go shopping like this…… could I?

Mum walked back into the kitchen, “What are you two talking about? It looks like you are at least getting along again, let’s hope it stays this way for the rest of the day”. Turning to me, “Here are your new underpants Mark, put them in your room when you’ve finished breakfast and don’t forget to give me your old ones, I need some new dusters!”, she laughed at this. I still didn’t get the joke. Literally, the joke was pants.

“I was just asking Mark if he was going to choose to do swimming next year at school. He’s a good swimmer and, as we’ll be Year 10, he can represent the school in competitions if he makes the team. He’s definitely good enough Mum, definitely in the top five in our year group”. Butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

“Well, I know he’s a strong swimmer Luke, but what do you think Mark? It could be very exciting competing against other schools; you might win some medals, maybe even get selected to represent the county. We could hang them on the wall in the hallway next to your school photos. Would you like to do swimming?”. She seemed very enthusiastic; mum liked telling other people about our achievements. Winning a few poxy medals would give her more shit to talk about at her dinner parties. She wasn’t shy in coming forward when the conversation concerned her boys’ achievements. She was that sort of mother.

“I haven’t really… err… you know… like, err… decided yet Mum. I do prefer swimming, I mean I like football too, but yeah, maybe swimming would be cool”.

“Then you’ll do swimming Mark, excellent! That reminds me, do your swim shorts still fit?”. Luke wasn’t slow in reminding mum that he’d told her he needed a new pair yesterday and I said mine were a bit tight and could do with new ones too. “I’m not surprised, you’re both growing up so quickly, before I know it, you’ll be leaving home and getting married!”. Mum looked a little sad when she said that, I suppose she knew that when we eventually left home, she would be on her own. Much to my great shame, unlike she had just said, not all of my body was ‘growing up quickly’. Unlike Luke’s body. He’d started getting pubes when he turned twelve; that was almost two and half years ago and I was still waiting to get my first one. I didn’t ask for much, one pube would do. I remembered the night when he’d proudly told me he’d found his first hair whilst having his bath, he’d even shown me too, it was just above his penis and he said could see signs that more hairs were about sprout. I was so happy for him back then, and happy for me too. If he’d got one, I thought I’d get my first one any moment soon, we were twins after all. Two and half years later and I’m still bloody waiting. Genetics hadn’t been good to me.

“I’ll buy you some new swim shorts later when we go shopping, we’ve also got to get you some boxer shorts, like I promised, Luke; and don’t let me forget we also need to get some small towels for your brother, we can’t have his little bottom getting the furniture dirty can we!”.

“MUM!”, I knew how to wipe my bum properly.

“I’m only teasing you Mark, anyway, once we’re done shopping, I thought we’d go to the beach today! That’s my little surprise! We haven’t been for over a year and it will be lovely day out for all of us as the weather is going to be so good all day. Make hay whilst the sun shines as they say! Hopefully it won’t be too crowded as the school holidays don’t start for a few weeks. It’s always so busy in the summer once the schools break up. Just put some shorts and a shirt on Luke… and Mark, you can go as you are”.

“WHAT!”, I shouted, spitting warm tea all down my chest. “I can’t go like this! You… you… you said no one would see me! They’ll be loads of people… and… and… but…MUM!”

Mum started laughing. Luke was as stunned as I was, his mouth hanging open like that of a fish out of water. The sadist probably had another erection at this turn of events. I couldn’t tell from where he was sitting, his chest right up against the kitchen table, but I bet he’d got hard instantly. Maybe the pervert had even spunked in his underpants? I knew he was getting serious pleasure out of my naked predicament, but I was certain right now that this unexpected announcement had surpassed even his wildest plans. I was starting to panic.

“Look at you! I was only joking Mark! The look on your face! Oh, it’s absolutely priceless! You’re far too sensitive sometimes! Of course, you can wear your shorts, but if you like to be naked at the beach later, then you can. No one would mind if a little boy like you was naked, it’s perfectly okay and I’ve told you already you have nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s not as if either you haven’t done it before, you both used to love playing in the water and running about in your birthday suits”. Even Luke blushed when she said that.

“MUM!”, we both cried in unison; not wanting to hear about what embarrassing things we may have done when we were little. Mum had no filter, no awareness of how easy it was to make boys blush. She just laughed and said we were cute when we got all embarrassed. We hadn’t been to the beach since last summer and were both excited, we ignored her prattling on and were shovelling the last of our breakfast down our mouths as quickly as possible. I was pleased Luke was being nice again, but I didn’t think for one minute it would last…he’d spent the last 24-hours tormenting me…… then it struck me. It was obvious! Why hadn’t I figured this out earlier? If we went to the beach, of course I would be wearing my shorts, I wouldn’t have to be naked! Oh man, this was great! Going to the beach was going to shorten the amount of time I’d be spending naked today. Thank you, Lord! Thank you, thank you, thank you! This was ace. Great idea mum!

It was just gone half past nine in the morning, shopping and a day at the beach would probably mean we wouldn’t get back home until sometime in the late afternoon. I could have a bath, a long one, once we got back, meaning I would only have to spend a few hours naked in front my Mum and brother before I went to bed. I could even pretend to be really tired and go to bed early. I was giddy with excitement, get breakfast done, get dressed and then later, just an hour or two of this stupid enforced nudity and things would go back to normal. I’d get my clothes back on Monday and make sure mum never saw me naked ever again!

We finished breakfast. “Go and get your old underpants from your drawer, and get Luke’s too while you’re at it. They looked a little tight on you the other day so you may as well have all the new ones I got for you. I’ll keep the bigger ones for when you need them. There’s really no point keeping your old ones, I bought you 7 pairs each, so you’ll have 14 new pairs now Mark seeing as we’re getting Luke his boxer shorts, more than enough for you for next school year”, she handed me my new underpants, “Take these to your room”. She started to clear the table.

“Err……Mum? What are these?”

“What dear?”

“What are these? They’ve got holes in them! I can’t wear these!”

“Let me see”, said Luke. “They’re nice aren’t they Mark! The other boys at school will be very jealous of those!”. He wasn’t helping. These pants were like my normal Y-front except the material had tiny holes in them. I’d never had any underpants like these before. They looked like they’d been eaten by moths.

“You will wear them Mark, there’s nothing wrong with them, they are same as your old ones; the Y-front style that you like. They’ll keep your kidneys warm and stop you catching a chill! Go and put them in your room and stop being silly”. She wasn’t going to tolerate any nonsense from me, I was sure of that, nevertheless I carried on whinging regardless.

“But they are full of holes Mum!” I whined. My voice had gone all high pitched. I could hear that I sounded like a little boy, a little pre-pubescent boy at that. When would my voice break? I so didn’t sound like Luke anymore; his voice had noticeably deepened over the last year or so. I didn’t really care; I was more worried about getting pubes. I wanted them more than anything else.

“They haven’t got holes in them Mark, they are supposed to be like that. They are made from an airtex material, so in the summer months they will keep you nice and cool, and in the winter, they’ll keep you nice and warm. They were on special offer and a lot cheaper than the other ones you like, so I thought you could have these. I’m sure you’ll like these just as much as your other ones Mark, if not more, seeing as it’s going to be a very hot summer according to weather reports. I’ve got you some of these airtex ones as well as the normal ones in the bigger size I got you too, the ones for next year, you’ll thank me once you’ve tried them on and find how comfortable they are. Luke, are you sure you don’t want to wear these?”.

Clearly, he didn’t. “What! Err… umm… no way! Mark can have them. He’ll enjoy showing them off to the other boys in the changing room, err… like I said, they’ll be well jealous of how ‘cool’ he’s going to be in the hot weather this summer”. Mum didn’t pick up on the sarcasm.

“I’m NOT wearing them!” I said defiantly. I threw them on the floor. This turned out to be another mistake.

“I have told you that you will wear them Mark, I’m not wasting my money. I work hard you know. This isn’t up for discussion. Pick them up now and take them to your room!” she said sternly.

“NO! I’M NOT WEARING THEM!”

“Did you not hear me? I said, PICK. THEM. UP. NOW. Do not make me ask you a third time”. So preoccupied with the terrible pants she had bought; I didn’t register that I was standing in front her as naked as the day I was born. It would appear I was more concerned with being seen wearing these awful pants than my mother seeing my small hairless penis. I wasn’t thinking straight. My brain was all over the place.

I didn’t move, I wasn’t going to wear them, they could stay on the floor forever as far as I was concerned. “Right, that’s it. Come here!” She grabbed me by the arm, spun me round like she had done yesterday in the bathroom and started smacking my bum with her free hand. She had my arm bent behind my back so I couldn’t get away.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Do not… SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!... make me repeat myself… SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!... you will do as you’re told… SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!... you need to learn… SMACK! SMACK!... that little boys who don’t behave in this house… SMACK! SMACK!... will be spanked… SMACK! SMACK!... until they learn to be good a boy… SMACK!”.

“Ow!... Ahh!... Ow!... Ow!... It hurts!... mummy please… it… ow!... OOOOW!”, she held me firmly but every time she hit me, my little penis did a little a little dance for Luke who was standing in front of me; once again witnessing mum spanking me like I was still a little boy.

She let go of my arm. I was hopping from one foot to the other rubbing my now very sore bum. The sensitive back of my thighs, where they met my bum cheeks, stung even worse where some of her smacks had landed. My cheeks hurt. Tears rolled down my ‘other’ cheeks.

She repeated that I was to pick them up, take them to my room and have a shower; then reminded me that I was not to get dressed until we were ready to leave, whilst I did so, she said would pick out some clothes for me to wear, time was ticking apparently. I did as she asked and rushed out the room, not wanting her or Luke to see me crying like a little kid. Crying like a little kid who’d just had his naughty bottom spanked. My bum really did hurt.

Before going for a shower, I looked at my bum in the mirror that hung on the back of my bedroom door. I looked like a fucking baboon. Albeit, a completely hairless one, bar the hair on my head. My bum was glowing bright red, I don’t know how many smacks my mum had given me but they were extremely painful; all of them. I contemplated having a cold shower, would that make the colour disappear? I hoped it would; I didn’t want to go to school looking like this tomorrow. It was bad enough Luke had seen me get spanked twice this morning, I definitely didn’t want the boys at school finding out my mum had given me a spanking. 14-years old, still wearing Y-fronts, still totally hairless and still spanked by his mummy. We had P.E tomorrow. Fuck! I took a cold shower.

I remained nude after I had showered as I had been told; not wanting to further annoy my mother. Luke was dressed in an old pair of loose red shorts that reached just above his knees and baggy white T-shirt. He was sitting twiddling his fingers at the kitchen table, looking eager to get going. Mum was preparing a bag of stuff we’d need for the beach; towels, a book for her to read, bottles of water etc and was finishing wrapping some sandwiches she had made in tinfoil. “Did you put sunscreen on like I told Mark? It doesn’t look like it from where I’m standing. What’s wrong with you this morning?”. I’d not heard her tell me to that. She was right; I hadn’t put any on. Well, that was enough to set her off on another lecture for me; I needed to pay more attention to her she said, then she told me I had 2 minutes to put some on as we would be leaving very shortly. I dashed back to the bathroom and did as I was told. Back in the kitchen she handed me my clothes.

Interestingly I’d largely forgotten I was naked after my cold shower. With all the drama of the spankings I had received this morning I’d had other things to think about, particularly relating to my backside. I wasn’t comfortable being nude, remembering that I was made me blush, aware of my complete, exposure once again. Not wanting to be seen naked any longer than was necessary; I pulled on the horrible new airtex underpants mum had bought me. They felt very odd. I followed those with a pair of cargo shorts and white T-shirt. Thankfully I was at last wearing clothes again, and for the first time in 24-hours; the relief swept over me. “Shoes on boys!”. Luke was up like a shot, he slipped his feet into his flip flops and then bent down and picked up my blue Jellies. “You can buckle up in the car, Mark. Let’s go!”. I did buckle up. Both my awful childish sandals and my seatbelt. I hoped we didn’t meet anyone we knew at the shops or the beach. Even if we did, at least I was dressed.

We went into Woolworths. They sold practically everything. If you needed something, you could be sure Woolies, as we called it, stocked it. It was mum’s favourite shop. It was cheap; you do the maths! Mum grabbed a shopping basket and started up the first aisle. This was how she shopped. Even if she only wanted one thing, she still walked up and down every aisle as ‘you never know what might be on special offer’. Oh! But I do mum! Lots and lots of underpants.

“Stop pulling at your shorts Mark! Don’t embarrass me! You’re probably feeling a bit uncomfortable wearing your clothes again, as I said before you can take them off at the beach if you like, you might feel more comfortable”, she said this loud enough that anyone near us would have heard. Thankfully the shop had just opened and it was quiet. Give it a rest mum, please! I was definitely more comfortable dressed.

Mum put half a dozen small towels in in the basket, as according to Luke, who was apparently an expert on all thing to do with Nudists, they apparently always carried one around with them and used it to sit down on. I didn’t understand why she was buying these. I certainly wasn’t a nudist; did she seriously think I’d want to go around nude again once today was over? I definitely wouldn’t be; she was wasting her money but I thought fuck it! Let her get them, it was her choice, not mine, if she wanted to waste money; I wasn’t going to start an argument with her in Woolies. She got another bottle of sunscreen and also some after sun lotion, me and Luke were both quite fair skinned and she was always worried about us getting burnt. Mum asked if we needed more shower gel and we said we did; as we went along the toiletries’ aisle Luke whispered in my ear, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll do as your told. If you follow my lead, I won’t tell anyone at school you had to spend the weekend naked and got a spanking from mum for acting like a baby”, he looked very smug, grinning once again like The Cheshire Cat. I acquiesced and nodded; I knew this wasn’t going to work out well.

“Pick what you both want”, mum said. Luke picked up a couple of bottles of Lynx bodywash; as he did, he quietly said to me, “Get the baby wash. If mum asks why, just say you want to try it and it’s cheaper than what you normally use”. I did what Luke had told me and hoped he would keep his promise; I didn’t want the other boys at school to find out about this awful weekend, I’d never live it down.

Mum commented saying she was a bit surprised I wanted to try it as she hadn’t used this since we were babies, but nevertheless picked two bottles off the shelf and put them in the basket and, having noted the price, she put Luke’s Lynx back on the shelf telling him it was too expensive and he could have the same as me. See what I mean? She does love a bargain. Luke’s plan, whatever it was, had backfired. To be honest I didn’t care what shower gel mum got me and, if we were both using the same one, it was one less thing he could use to try and humiliate me.

Next, we went to the boys’ clothing aisle, Luke picked out three 5-packs of boxers in various colours, these were the basic cotton loose shorts style. “Let me see those please? Hmm… they’re quite expensive Luke, just get two packs, I’ll get you a few pairs of coloured briefs as well, as bit of a change from white ones you normally wear, this obsession with boxers is really very silly, your usual underpants are much nicer and a lot cheaper you know!”. She gave him no choice as she put a couple of pairs of briefs in the basket, they were blue Y-fronts with contrast piping, the leg holes, waistband and fly were white. Think of a 1992 Littlewoods catalogue underwear model; hideous. Luke whispered, “You’ll wear those Mark, I won’t be, I’ve enough boxers for school, so I hope you like them”.

“Oh look! They’ve got some shorts over there, reduced to clear, come and have look”, as I’ve mentioned mum did love an offer and was off like a shot. “Only 50p each! I’ll get you a couple of pairs each for now and some more pairs for next year if they’ve got them in a bigger size too”. She started having a good rummage through the many pairs of shorts in the reduced basket.

“I’m not wearing them! No one wears them anymore Mum! Look how short they are!” cried Luke. She held out a pair of mercilessly short and very thin white nylon shots. The basic elasticated waist P.E. style with no drawstring or pockets, and a seam running up the front of them. I’d not worn or even seen this type of shorts for years. “There’s nothing wrong with them Luke, of course they’re not too short, you’ll get a nice tan wearing these. I really don’t know why you like those horrible baggy shorts……… oh good, look! They’ve got your size. You can wear them over the summer and then use them for football and P.E. at school next year. What colour do you want Luke? They’ve only got black or white in your size”. He reluctantly chose black and she gave him two pairs. “Will white be okay for you Mark? There aren’t any more black ones”.

“Err… yeah okay… umm… actually, Mum? They look a bit thin you know, could I not have one of Luke’s black pairs?”

She inspected the pair of shorts she was holding, “Hmm… you might be right… try them on for me Mark and let me see how they look on you”, she held the shorts out for me to take. “Err, but there isn’t a changing room here Mum?”, I replied nervously and felt a sense of dread building up inside me.

“Just try them on here Mark, hurry up now. No one will mind seeing you trying on shorts to check they fit you, besides you’re wearing your underpants…… aren’t you? Is that what you are worrying about? Someone might see you in your underpants?”, I nodded indicating I was, as I took a quick look and down the aisle. There was a woman looking at something a bit further up but otherwise it was just Mum and Luke. He seemed to have got over the fact he’d be wearing these crap shorts and was pissing himself laughing.

“Take off the shorts you are wearing and hand them to me please, then do as you’ve been told and try these on, stop being silly Mark, we’ll never get to the beach if we spend all day shopping”. I took another quick look up and down the aisle, the woman I’d seen earlier was walking away from us, if I was quick no one would see. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and quickly pushed them down my legs and stepped out of them, standing back up I handed them to mum and took the pair of outdated short shorts from her. I got them the right way round, they were so basic it was frankly hard to tell which was the front and back, and stepped into them and pulled them up. Jesus! They were very short indeed. My other shorts were knee length; these weren’t even thigh length, barely covering all my important bits. My thighs were completely exposed, the inseam was only two inches. I knew precisely what two inches was; unfortunately, it was the length of soft penis. At least they hid my god-awful underpants.

“They look fine to me Mark, they’re not too thin and fit you perfectly. Now I can see your lovely long legs, you’re both getting these shorts, I’m not made of money, let’s see if they have some in the next size up, shall we?”. I hadn’t moved since I had pulled the shorts on; I felt naked wearing these. No one was in the aisle except us, but I felt like a hundred sets of eyes were staring at my very exposed legs. Short shorts had gone out of fashion in the 80’s; boys’ fashion had changed a lot and standing next to Luke in his modern longer style shorts made me look quite infantile. My Jelly sandals didn’t help either. It got worse when Luke told me he could see I was wearing briefs. I twisted round and could see he wasn’t lying. If I bent over, I was sure you’d be able to see the little holes in the material of them too.

“Right, I’ve got you both two larger pairs as well for next year, same colours so you know whose are who’s. Eight pairs of good quality shorts for less than a fiver, must be my lucky day!”. It wasn’t mine. “Come along now, let’s pay for all this and then we’ll go to the shop near the beach for some swim shorts for you both”.

“Can I have my other shorts back Mum?”, I wasn’t going to wear these to the beach. They’d be okay at home where no one else would see them. “What? Just leave them on Mark, I’ll take the tag off once we pay”. So, with that, it had been decided for me that I would be wearing them to the beach. It may have been her lucky day, but it definitely wasn’t mine. I didn’t want to be seen wearing these. The sense of dread I was feeling rose even further. Once again, I hoped I wouldn’t meet anyone I knew.




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 5 – Sunday at the beach


……… “Can I have my other shorts back Mum?”, I wasn’t going to wear these to the beach. They’d be okay at home where no one else would see them. “What? Just leave them on Mark, I’ll take the tag off once we pay”. So, with that, it had been decided for me that I would be wearing them to the beach. It may have been her lucky day, but it definitely wasn’t mine. I didn’t want to be seen wearing these. The sense of dread I was feeling rose even further. Once again, I hoped I wouldn’t meet anyone I knew.


We drove down to the car park at the top end of the beach. Mum parked up, paid for a couple of hours parking and we walked to the dirt-cheap seafront shop that sold a huge assortment of beach paraphernalia and swimwear. “Don’t take all day picking out swim shorts boys, the meter is ticking so let’s not spend half the day in here, okay? Just get something sensible and you can put them on when we get to the beach”.

Luke quickly answered “No problem…but…hey, Mum? I just had a thought. As Mark has decided to try for the swim team at school next year, he’ll need to wear Speedos. You can’t compete wearing shorts, it’s not allowed”, now the penny dropped. He’d discussed swimming at school with me earlier this morning; clearly it wasn’t an innocent conversation. This was Luke getting revenge, he was definitely out to humiliate me in as many ways as he could. I wouldn’t want to be seen dead wearing Speedos, they left nothing to the imagination. I wasn’t worried about them bulging out, quite the opposite, my problem was that my small penis couldn’t create a bulge. Everyone would be able to see I had nothing downstairs to boast about. Everyone would know I had a very small penis for my age.

“Is that right Mark? Actually, I suppose it is, when we went to the school swim gala last year, I do remember seeing all the boys wearing them. Why don’t you see if they have some in your size and I’ll get you those instead, you can wear them at the beach and for school”.

I was panicking, “Err…it’s alright mum, I’ll do football next year, I prefer it to swimming”. I am not wearing Speedos in a million years! “Don’t be silly Mark, you said you wanted to try for the team and was looking forward to the competitions and winning medals. Come along, let’s see if they have something in your size, and please no messing about now Mark, I want to get down to the beach and enjoy this beautiful day”. Turns out I was getting Speedos after all. Fucking hell Luke! I fucking hate you!

Luke showed her the swim shorts he’d selected, they would reach to his knees; black Adidas shorts, with three white stripes running down the side of each leg. They were cool. Adidas was cool. They were what I wanted. Mum said he could have them, but only after asking him how much they cost. There wasn’t much choice for me, they had two pairs of swim briefs in my size; a royal blue pair, which mum observed would ‘nicely’ match my Jellies, and a bottle-green pair with a flash of red and white down each side. Having asked if the school had any rules about colours, and Luke assuring her they did not, she got both pairs so I could wear one if the other pair was in the wash. Thanks so much mum, how kind of you! Luke got some more flip flops and I got another pair of Jellies, “I know these are your favourites!”, mum said when she picked them out for me, a green pair to match the colour of the Speedos I was getting. I didn’t object to her buying any of this stuff, there wasn’t any point, and after all Luke was actually right; you did have to wear Speedos if you were on the swim team. I hadn’t thought of this earlier. Me and my big mouth!

Having paid for everything we left the shop. Mum handed Luke the bag and asked him to put what we didn’t need in the car and bring back only what we would need. No way was I going to wear a pair of Speedos on the beach, not in public, I wouldn’t dream of it. I wouldn’t go swimming in the sea. I’d just wear these childish shorts and sit on the beach; they were marginally better than the Speedos and no one could tell what size penis I had. I was about to find out that sometimes dreams do come true.

Luke got back from the car and we walked down to the beach. It was quite empty given it was still early; it seemed where we lived that people generally didn’t do much on a Sunday morning. We walked along the beach for about 10 minutes. Most people we passed were sunbathing and a few younger kids were splashing about in the sea or playing with a football. They were all wearing shorts, not one of them was wearing little boys’ Speedos. None of my friends would wear them either. Swim shorts were definitely the norm these days.

“Mark! Luke! Look at those two little boys up ahead! They look like twins! And identical too, by the look of it. Don’t they look adorable?”. I’d been looking down at my feet as I walked, feeling very sorry for myself, when mum had got suddenly all giddy at seeing another pair of twins; she loved her own twin boys dearly but she loved other people’s twins just as much; she was very into twins. I looked up ahead in the direction we were walking. Jesus Christ! There were two stark naked boys no more than around 6 or 7-years-old, their little willies sticking straight out from their bodies no more than an inch or two, neither seemed bothered being seen naked by three complete strangers. A woman, who I assumed was their mother, was applying sunscreen to their shoulders and arms. I could hear her telling them not to go off too far and for them to behave themselves.

Mum waved at the woman as we passed, “They remind me of you two at their age, you used to run around here at the beach in your birthday suits back then too! You were very cute little boys; everyone would comment on how lovely you both were. I had to drag you home sometimes, you never wanted to leave. In fact, Mark, you cried all the way back to the car once as you hadn’t finished building your sandcastle, you were so upset that you forgot to put your clothes back on!”.

“Alright Mum! Give it rest!”, Luke said, “I’m not a little boy anymore and I don’t want to be reminded of what I may or may not have done when I was the same age as those boys. Let’s stop here, shall we?”. We were about 20-meters past the woman and her two naked boys. Luke had said HE wasn’t a little boy anymore, he hadn’t said to mum ‘we aren’t little boys anymore’, sending a clear message that he considered me to still be a little boy. We’re still twins Luke, no matter what you might think!

Luke had his top off and a beach towel wrapped round his waist in no time at all. He quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes under the towel and pulled on his new swim shorts. “Hurry up Mark! Let’s go for a swim, the water looks great!”, I’d also taken off my T-shirt and, like Luke, had wrapped a towel around me. I removed my shorts and underpants and handed them to mum, now standing in only a towel, I suddenly realised Luke had somehow tricked me again. All he said was ‘let’s go for a swim’ and I’d reacted on auto auto-pilot, stripping off to change into my revealing Speedo; the one I’d told myself just a few moments ago that I wasn’t going to wear on the beach. I’d resolved to just stay in my shorts. “Err… erm… I don’t really fancy a swim… err… I’ll just read my book. Can I have my clothes back mum?”

“Don’t be silly, go and have a swim with your brother. Here, let me get your trunks for you, which colour do you want to wear? It would be a such a shame to come all the way here and not go in the sea for a swim”.

“Hurry up mum, before someone comes along!”, I didn’t like the feeling of standing on the beach totally naked, well naked except for a towel, I felt terribly exposed. I now desperately wanted to wear the Speedos. “They’re not here! Luke, where are Mark’s trunks?”. Luke had an evil grin on his face, “Oh, are they not? Hmm, well maybe they fell out in the car when I put the other stuff in the boot or maybe I left both pairs there by mistake. He can wear his new shorts instead”. I knew this was lie. He’d planned this. This was deliberate.

“Nonsense! He can’t wear those, they’re brand-new and anyhow they’re not suitable for the beach or swimming. Just go as you are Mark”, she said casually, “No one will mind. Those other little boys are naked and nobody is bothered. Take your towel off and go and have a swim with Luke”.

“WHAT! I…I…I can’t do that. I’d be… I’d… I’d be… I’d be NAKED! Everyone will see me! Mum! Please? I’m too old to be naked here!”, I couldn’t believe she had so calmly suggested I could spend my day at the beach nude, as in, nude in front of other people! Earlier I thought I wouldn’t dream of being seen in a Speedo; and now it looked like no one would being seeing me in one. Dreams can come true. See? Be careful what you wish for.

“It’s okay, I can go back to the car and get my trunks mum, can I have the keys please?”, I had to think fast, think on my feet.

“Don’t be silly dear, you’re not going wandering off on your own. You’d get lost knowing you! Listen to me Mark, I’ve explained to you being nude has nothing to do with how old you are. No one will be looking, no one minds if little boys are naked at the beach, no one will be bothered if they see your little willy. They’ll just think you’re a little cutie! As you haven’t yet got any hair around your willy, it’s perfectly okay for you to be naked here. Just enjoy the freedom you still have. Come along now, please do as you’re told and let me get on with reading my book, I’ve just started another chapter and it’s getting very exciting”. We were back to the same logic as yesterday; due to my lack of hair, mum thought, despite being 14-years-old, it wasn’t a problem for others to see me completely naked. Well, it WAS a problem for me. A fucking huge one!

“Err… please mummy… can I… err… at least put my underpants back on?”, I was running out of options, I didn’t want to wear these either but they were better than wearing nothing. “You can’t go swimming in your underpants; they’ll get soaked Mark! Will you just do what you’re told, or do you want another spanking? In front of that woman and her boys over there? Look at them, they’re a lot younger than you and I don’t see them making a fuss about being naked. Do you?”. I didn’t want a public spanking, but equally I didn’t want to be naked in public either. I had run out of ideas and didn’t know what to do. Luke made the choice for me.

Suddenly my towel was pulled away from me, “Ta-da! There you go Mark, that wasn’t so difficult, was it? You can’t swim wearing your towel! Let’s go, I’m getting bored”, he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the sea, “Let’s have some fun!” he shouted. I’m not sure what he meant by fun as I was dragged away as naked as the day I was born. I suspected it wasn’t the same as my own idea of having fun. Thank God no one other than the woman and her little boys were nearby. I wasn’t supposed to be naked outside the house, mum had promised me yesterday; this is utterly embarrassing. I want to go home.

“Don’t even think of covering up your tiny willy Mark, like I said at the shop earlier, just do what I tell you to do or the whole of the fucking school will find out about this weekend; don’t think I won’t tell them, or maybe we might meet someone we know from school, would you like that?”, he chuckled at this. “If I see you covering up at any time, you are fucked mate, got it?”. I just nodded in reply, and fighting against the urge to do otherwise, I kept my arms at my side. No one need to know about this. God! I hope I don’t see anyone I know.

“It’s so funny that your lack of hair is the cause of all my problems at school and now it’s the cause of all your problems with mum. I still cannot believe she agreed with me when I suggested it would do you good to be kept naked, I’m even more surprised mum believes it okay for hairless boys to be naked, even though you’re 14-fucking-years-old”. So, there it was; I’d thought going to the beach would have afforded me a few hours of not being naked, but Luke had clearly thought differently; he’d planned for me to be a nude boy at the beach.

As we neared the water all I wanted to do was run into it until it reached above my groin, I didn’t want to stand here listening to Luke talk crap whilst openly on display to anyone who might walk past. I knew I hadn’t started puberty; but didn’t need to reveal this to other people. They didn’t need to know. It was no one’s business but mine.

“Look! Those two naked little boys are walking towards us, maybe they think you’re the same age as them and want to play with you. Remember to keep your arms by your side, I want to see how your willy compares to theirs, do you think they will be bigger than you Mark?”. Christ Almighty! My face was burning up and it had nothing to do with the sun. I didn’t want Luke to compare me to these young kids and see how undeveloped I really was. “Please? Luke? Let’s just go before they get here”. He wouldn’t listen.

“Err…hi… umm… are you twins?”, one of the boys asked. He was standing in front of us completely naked, he wasn’t covering up his willy; nor showing any other outward signs of being embarrassed by his nudity. His brother was standing slightly behind him, eyes down looking at the sand. I guessed he was a bit shy, though he made no attempt to hide his willy either. Neither seemed troubled that I was naked too.

Luke replied saying that we were indeed twins. Both boys seemed excited at hearing this, to meet another pair of twins, the confident one stating it was cool being a twin. Leaving the talking to Luke, and despite not wanting to, I couldn’t help but look at their willies and knew Luke would be doing the same. I am ashamed to admit mine looked at lot like theirs. I wondered how old they were. I knew however, they weren’t that old. Could today get any worse?

Both boys were obviously far too young to have any hair, their willies were pencil thin and stuck out, just like mine did, resting on top of marble sized testicles that were still held tightly against their bodies. My penis was similarly thin and I wasn’t much longer than either of them; maybe half an inch at best. My balls were noticeably bigger, thank God! No one could deny that. I mean, okay, mine aren’t huge, but bigger without doubt than what these boys had. It wasn’t very reassuring but it was something at least. A small point of difference; but a point of difference nonetheless. Thank God.

“We’ll I’m Luke and this is my brother Mark, we’re 14-years-old and live in the town near here. Now, who are you two big boys!?!”, the last part was intended to humiliate me further but made both boys giggle. I hoped they were too young to get the joke.

“I’m Jakob, but like to be called Jake, and he’s my twin brother, Josh. We’re both 7-years old…err… well obviously were BOTH the same age, coz I told you we’re twins!”, Luke playfully laughed along. I just wanted to get the hell out of here. Luke told the boys it was nice to meet them and prompted if they wanted to ask us anything. Josh, the shy one, nudged his brother, clearly Jake was the spokesperson for the two of them.

“Err yeah… umm… what it is…umm… we want to play in the water but mum said it might be dangerous, she can’t swim and… so, err… we’ve only just moved here and so… err… she doesn’t know if it’s safe. So, err… would you look after us so we can go swimming? Please?”, I still couldn’t believe these two boys had no problem walking up to complete strangers and having a conversation whilst completely nude, although maybe it helped that I was also nude.

Finally, I spoke up, if Luke was all set on humiliating me then fine, but these boys didn’t need to be involved in his stupid game, “I’m not sure boys, I mean the water can be quite rough, if your mum is worried…”, I was quickly interrupted. “Please say yes!”, it was the shy one; so, Josh can talk after all, this was the first thing he’d said; or more like blurted out sounding very desperate.

“Oh! Come on Mark! Let these two have some fun today, they’ve only just moved to the area; don’t be so mean. Listen boys, we don’t mind looking after you, so here is what we’ll do… Mark will go and check with your mum if it’s okay with her, you don’t mind do you Mark? Is that her over there?”. Luke was taking charge. “Wow! Thanks Luke! This is going be the best day! Josh, you go with Mark and check with mum, and make sure she says yes!”, Jake was taking charge too. Him and Luke were like two peas in a pod.

Without wasting another moment, a very naked Josh was pulling a very naked me off towards his mum. Oh no! Oh shit! Jesus-Fucking-Christ! Other than my Mum, no adult has ever seen me naked. This was going to be a first for me. Luke shouted after us “Remember what I told you Mark, no ‘you know what’ I want to be able to see it!”. How could I fucking forget? Once more, I hoped the boys were too young to understand what he was talking about.

“Mark! Mark! Come over here please”, Mum called me over as Josh and I were walking over to his mum, so I could display to her a what a grown up 14-year-old looks like without his clothes on. Oh Lord! My mum was lying on her towel so would now have an unobstructed view of the underside of my penis and tiny balls, I sub-consciously positioned my free arm in front of my groin despite Luke just warning me not to. “What’s going on Mark? Hello you! What’s your name?”. Josh was standing behind me, using me as shield, I could feel his grip on my arm tighten. Was he embarrassed to be naked in front of another adult too? I had guessed he was shy earlier, but now wasn’t sure if he was just naturally that way or if it was because he was now naked in front of another adult.

He mumbled an almost inaudible hello and told her his name. “It’s very nice to meet you Josh. Mark, what have I told you? ……ahem”, she nodded towards my groin. I realised I was covering up, using the arm Josh wasn’t clinging onto, I moved it away letting my arm hang limply at my side, exposed once again. I hoped Luke hadn’t noticed. If he did, the whole school would be laughing at me on Monday.

“That’s better, don’t be setting a bad example to your friend”, again I hoped he didn’t understand what she was talking about. I set about explaining that Josh and Jake wanted to go swimming and play in the water and why they couldn’t. “I was just going to check with their mum, to see if she would let them go in the water if me and Luke look after them”. Mum said that was kind of us, then told Josh I was a very strong swimmer and he and Jake would be very safe. “Well off you go and ask her then, I was just checking everything was alright……oh, and ask Josh’s mum if she’d like to join me over here so she can keep a better eye on her boys, a bit of adult company would be nice too. Is it just your mum you are here with Josh?”. He nodded a yes and quickly dragged me away, deciding this conversation was finished. Did he want to go swimming or was he embarrassed?

I couldn’t wait to get this over and done with. Say hello to his mum, ask the question and then make a mad dash for the safety of the sea. Could it be that bad? What would she think of me being nude? Josh pulled me back from my thoughts, “Err…Mark can I ask you something?”, this was the longest sentence he’d spoken since we met. “Yeah, whatever Josh, go ahead”. After a brief pause, plucking up the courage to ask whatever he wanted, “It’s just erm, that we’ve just moved here, and, erm, like I know I’ve got Jake and that’s really cool… but I don’t really have, you know… I don’t have… erm… well I thought you could… you know… if you wanted… you don’t have to… but if you wanted to be my… erm…”, I thought he was going to cry so I stopped walking and knelt down to look at him; his eyes were starting to get a bit wet, he definitely was going to cry if I didn’t say something.

“It’s okay Josh, I understand. Would you like to be my friend?”, he nodded trying to hold back his tears and nervously asked, “Would you like to be my friend too?”. He looked so hopeful. There was only one thing I could say.

“I’d like that, Josh”, and with those 4-words his face broke into a huge smile, thankfully not like The Cheshire Cat’s smile; he threw his arms around me, “Thanks Mark! This is the best! Come on, let’s ask my mum if I can go swimming with you, I hope she says yes!”. When Josh hugged me, his willy had pressed up against my chest. If he was aware of it, he didn’t seem at all embarrassed; right now, he was the happiest 7-year-old in the world. It felt good to make him happy, he was just a little kid in a new town with no friends, the age gap between us meant nothing to him.

Feeling his small willy touching my body only served to remind me of my own small penis and naked state, and I now had to speak to his mum. His mum. Not my mum; that was bad enough. Another adult woman. Fully naked and exposed other than a pair of, extremely childish, bright blue Jellies. I knew one thing for certain, if she was going to let her sons go swimming with an older boy, she was going to ask how old I was. She would notice how small my penis was. I would to have to admit I was a 14-year-old boy with a willy just like that of her 7-year-old son. If it wasn’t for Josh, I’d have bottled it and ran off. I had to stop thinking about my penis and adult women seeing it, or I was going to get hard, just think of Josh and how happy he’ll be if his mum agrees he can go swimming with me. Think of Josh. Think of nothing else.

“Mum! Mum! This is my new friend Mark!” he shouted to get her attention. As she turned, I bottled it. I don’t mean I ran off, I couldn’t hurt Josh’s feelings, but I did use my free hand to cover my penis. I couldn’t do anything about her seeing I was naked given I wasn’t wearing any clothes, but if didn’t cover up she would then know I didn’t have any hair; better to cover up I thought. Preserve some dignity. It was bad enough my mum knowing how undeveloped I was, which is…… well it’s basically mum ‘knowing’ that has got me into this mess!

If Josh’s mum was surprised at seeing her son accompanied by a much taller and similarly naked boy, she didn’t show it. She was wearing sunglasses; I couldn’t see her eyes. This lessened my anxiety a tiny bit, it was like I couldn’t see her and therefore I told myself she couldn’t see me either, I knew of course that she could, but I was trying to trick my mind. My penis had shrunk, afraid and not wanting to be seen, it was desperately trying to hide itself in my body; as I cupped my hand over it, I felt it was smaller than normal but this was better than having an erection right now. I was surprised I wasn’t.

“Mummy, can I go swimming with Mark, his mummy said he’s a really good swimmer and I’ll be okay, I won’t drown or anything…and… and… he’ll look after me and anyway you know I can swim! Please? Can I? Please say yes mummy!”. He called her mummy. I had started calling my mum ‘mummy’ too, I didn’t think that was age appropriate for me, but Josh saying mummy was sort of cute.

“Slow down Josh”, he stopped and took a deep breath, he looked so desperate. “Hello Mark, I hope he’s not bothering you. If he is, just tell him to go away and leave you alone”. She hadn’t asked why I was naked. So far, so good.

“Err… it’s fine, he’s not bothering me. He told me he wanted to play in the water but he wasn’t allowed to. Me and Luke, that’s my brother, are just down there…”, I pointed back to where Luke was, I knew I was blushing, like I always did when embarrassed, but I bravely soldiered on, all the time thinking of making Josh happy. “…we can both swim, and it would be cool if Josh and Jake could play in the water, we don’t mind and they’d be safe with us”. She hasn’t looked at my penis, she’s maintaining eye contact. This is good. Now, just say yes, then I can get the fuck away from here.

“Are you sure? Jake can be handful sometimes, Josh can be too”, he was now blushing as well. “If you really don’t mind, I suppose it would be nice for them to go in the sea. How old are you and your brother?” Bingo! I knew she would ask! Don’t drag this out any longer than necessary, you’re already fucked, it cannot get any worse, she’s seen you naked, her boys are naked, she doesn’t seem to mind. Just tell her your age and then go and hide in the sea.

“Luke’s 14 and so am I… err… we’re also twins”, well done Mark, mission accomplished now it’s time to shut up and go, “…that’s my mum over there”, I added helpfully and turned pointing to her. Mum waved back; she’d obviously been watching. Hopefully she couldn’t see I was covering up, she’d only just told me off for doing so a minute ago, “Yeah… so…err… she said you could join her if you wanted some company”. Why was I still talking? The voice inside my head was screaming, YOU’RE NAKED! YOU’RE NAKED! YOU’RE NAKED! I ignored it.

“That would be nice, I think I will. I’m Mrs Stevens by the way”, with that she held out her hand. I was raised to be a polite boy and reached out to shake her hand, without thinking I moved the arm that Josh wasn’t holding on to, my free arm; the one that had a hand on the end of it that up until then had been covering my penis. I was now fully on display, every single bit of me. Act normal! Act normal! She didn’t flinch, and again, if she noticed, she didn’t show it. Maybe they’re nudists? She’s not naked though? Maybe she likes naked boys? Maybe… maybe…oh for fucks’ sake! I don’t fucking know! Can I get the fuck out of here?

“It’s nice to meet you Mark, and its very kind of you and your brother to offer to watch my two little ones. Now Josh, listen up, I want you and Jake to behave, if you don’t your bottom will be sorry later, do you understand me?”, I could immediately tell he didn’t want her to carry this conversation on any longer, and not because he wanted to go and play in the sea. He didn’t want me, his older and new best friend, to know his mother still spanked him. If only he knew my mother had spanked me this morning. He quickly promised his mum that he’d be a good boy, he’d said ‘I’ll be a good boy mummy, I promise’ and asked if he could go and play now. His mum thanked me again, and started to gather up her belongings, telling Josh she’d be with my mum if he or Jake needed to find her. Me and Josh turned to leave, “Thanks again Mark, you’re the best! I can’t wait to tell Jake that you’re my friend”. He was cute. I’ll give him that.

“Mark?”

“Err……yes Mrs Stevens?”

“Your bottom looks a bit red, did you put any sunscreen on it?” Oh fuck! I hadn’t. I thought I’d be wearing shorts at the beach so didn’t do the parts of my body that would have been covered by them. “Has your mum got some? If not, I’ve got plenty in my bag that you can use”. What should I say? I knew the real reason my bum was red; I’d been spanked this morning like a little boy, but I couldn’t tell her that. What would she think! Better she thinks it’s the sun.

“Oh, yeah, right… my mum has some… I’ll… err… err…”, I couldn’t see a good way to get out of this, I started to worry and needed to make a quick decision. I needn’t have worried though, Mrs Stevens made the decision for me. Everyone was making decisions for me today.

“You’ll have trouble sitting down later if you don’t put some on, come along and introduce me to your mother. Would you mind carrying my bag for me?”. Reluctantly I took the bag, with Josh still holding my arm, he hadn’t let go since we left Luke and his brother Jake, I had to expose my penis once again. Any self-respect I had left now disappeared completely.

As we were walking, I looked at my penis bobbing up and down on top of my tiny balls. Even soft it just stuck out away from my body, like Josh’s, too short to be able to hang down. My lack of hair simply emphasised the small size of my penis and how boyish it still was. I compared my penis to Josh’s. His was also jiggling about like mine as he walked. It was completely smooth, no thicker than a little finger and about 1 ½-inches long. I noticed he was circumcised, but other than that, his willy looked more or less the same as mine. His 7-year-old willy, looked the same as mine! Being much taller than Josh, my penis looked pathetic compared to his. I wondered what Mrs Stevens was thinking.

“How old did you say you were Mark?”

“What? Oh, err…I’m 14-years-old Mrs Stevens, 14 and a half actually”. Why did I have to add the half!? “Hmmm”, was all she replied. I’m not sure she believed me.

We reached my mum; Mrs Stevens introduced herself and Josh to her, and thanked mum for inviting her to join her. She briefly explained that they had just moved to the area, and had popped to the beach for a few hours as it was a nice day and it made a change from getting the new house set up, she’d spent all week with just the boys and would be glad to have some adult company.

“I hope you don’t mind that Josh and Jake aren’t wearing any swim shorts, I don’t normally let them run about in the nude, but we haven’t unpacked everything yet and I just couldn’t find them. Not that it matters at their age. Mind you, they weren’t too happy at first but once we got here and they saw it was quiet they didn’t waste any time stripping off. You didn’t mind, did you Josh?”. Josh blushed. Again. He was holding his hands over his groin, but not hiding his willy very well. Though he hadn’t seemed too embarrassed to be naked in front of me and Luke, it seemed, like I was, that he wasn’t so keen on being seen naked by another adult that wasn’t his mum.

“It doesn’t bother me at all Mrs Stevens, and it shouldn’t bother you either Josh!”, mum replied. “Don’t be embarrassed. Anyway, look at Mark, he’s naked too, the silly boy forgot his swimming trunks today, and he’s not worried about it, is he Josh? It’s perfectly normal. All you little boys are the same, you all have the same thing between your legs, yours looks exactly the same as Mark’s willy. Lots of boys your age run around the beach here; dressed just you are and, don’t forget Josh, us mums have seen it all before!”. No mum, I’m not worried at all! Jesus! Shut the fuck up! And for the record I didn’t forget my trunks; Luke did!

“So can I go swimming with Luke?”, it was Jake, he and Luke had joined us. “Jake! Where did you get those?”, Mrs Stevens exclaimed. He was wearing a pair of Adidas swim briefs; black with white stripes on both sides, the same colours as Luke’s Adidas shorts. He hadn’t been wearing these earlier. Luke spoke up on Jake’s behalf, “We found them down by sea, I guess someone forgot to take them home as there’s no one else around who’s Jake’s age. He’s a bit, you know, embarrassed being naked, so I told him he could wear them. There’s no harm in that, and Jake feels much more comfortable now; he was a bit upset when we first met”. Luke had an answer for everything.

“Well, okay, you can keep them on I suppose, but if anyone comes back looking for them you will give them back, do you understand? You weren’t embarrassed getting undressed earlier Jake, what’s got into you? Your brother and Mark aren’t concerned about being naked”, I realised Mrs Stevens was just like my mum, she didn’t understand how embarrassing it was for boy to be naked and exposed in front of others. I wondered where Jake’s earlier confidence had gone. Or was Luke playing games? Was Luke turning Jake into a ‘mini-me’, or should I say ‘mini-him’?

Josh, “Mummy! It’s not fair! How come Jake gets swimming trunks! I want some! Everyone can see my willy!”, he wasn’t happy now that his brother wasn’t naked like he was. Any confidence he’d had was gone now Jake too. Thank Christ there weren’t many people here today, I thought. Josh carried on whining; Mrs Stevens wasn’t haven’t any of it. “Well, as he found them Josh, he can wear them, that’s not my fault, is it? You’ve got your own shorts at home, and when we finish getting unpacked and find them, you can wear them to the beach next time. Your friend isn’t bothered about being naked, look at Mark. He’s a lot older than you and he doesn’t care if anyone sees his willy, does he? I know that’s what you boys worry about!”. She threatened him with a smack and he quickly quietened down. I know the feeling Josh, believe me.

“It’s still not fair! Umm… anyway… so the thing is Jake, Mark said he’d be my friend and I could be his too! At least I’ve got a new best friend!”, apparently, I was wasn’t just his friend, I was his ‘best’ friend. I liked Josh; I wasn’t so sure about his brother. “Well, Luke said we’re best friends too and he’s going be… like… like… my older brother! He’s soooooo cool, cooler than Mark!”. Typical twins, typical 7-year-olds.

Luke was laughing and said to Jake, “Well, I didn’t quite say that, but yeah, it’s fine, I’ll be your older brother and you can be my ultra-cool little bro. Mark can be Josh’s older brother and then you’ll both have one, though those two could be twins!”, Jake couldn’t stop laughing, Josh looked upset and I didn’t like being compared to Josh. During the twin’s argument, I’d forgotten I was naked; Luke did a job of reminding me that I was.

No way could we be twins; I was much bigger than him, well most parts of me at least. I didn’t take the bait from Luke as I didn’t want to Josh to feel any more upset. I felt strangely protective of Josh; despite hardly knowing him, I was certain he needed a friend. Particularly now Jake had met my bastard of a brother.

“Luke! Don’t upset your friends, it’s not nice, I don’t want you and Mark kicking off in front of them. Play nicely and set a good example. Leave Mark alone, his body isn’t quite ready to start growing everywhere yet and it’s not for you to make fun of that, so no teasing please, and let me remind you, you’re not too old for a spanking Luke! Now, why don’t you all go and have some fun in the water for an hour or so, and leave your mums to have a nice chinwag. Go on now, and stay where we can still see you! Chop-chop!”. Mum had picked up on Luke’s not-too-subtle dig at me; I wished she’d give him a spanking. Maybe he’d then stop teasing me. I’d try and encourage her to do this.

“Mark, hold on a minute”, it was Mrs Stevens, she explained to my mum that she’d noticed my bottom was a bit red and thought I might need to put some sunscreen on. My mum asked me if I’d put it on ‘everywhere’. Yes, I said. Everywhere?, she asked again. Yes, I repeated. “Even your willy and bum? You were expecting to be wearing shorts today, so are you sure you did those bits too? It would be very painful if your willy and bum got burnt. Now, tell me the truth!”. Her voice was stern, not dissimilar to earlier when I got spanked.

I mumbled that I hadn’t. She got the sunscreen out of her bag; I thought she was going hand it to me. “Come over here”, she said as she squeezed a dollop of it into her hands. Oh my God! Fuck! NO! She’s not seriously going to…? WHAT? Not in front of everyone!... “I CAN DO IT MYSELF MUM!”, I screamed, she is not going to touch my penis! Is she?

“Don’t be silly, you won’t do it properly”, she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards her. I jumped, oh fuck! Her hands were rubbing cream into my bum and the backs of my upper thighs. “You need to put lots on these parts as they aren’t used to the sun”. I was shocked, simply stunned at what was happening out in the open, in public here at the beach, I compliantly stood with my arms at my side, looking like any other little kid who needed his mum’s help. I didn’t resist for whatever reason. Luke looked utterly gobsmacked, for once I don’t think he knew what to say.

“MUM!”, oh my Lord! She was now rubbing it into my hairless pubic area, “Stand still for me Mark! I’ll just do your front and your willy; then you can go and play”. NO! OH NO! Please no! My penis was starting to stiffen. “Almost done”, she sounded totally normal - as if handling her son’s penis was nothing new to her. Then the inevitable happened.

As mum started rubbing sun cream onto it, my penis continued to harden. I wanted to die right there and then. I squeezed my eyes shut; I couldn’t watch. I wouldn’t watch her demean me. Closing my eyes unfortunately had the opposite effect, only increasing my awareness and heightening the sense of her touch down there. Down where she shouldn’t be touching me! My penis was now fully hard; my mum was touching my erection; this is so fucking wrong! The voice inside my head was screaming at full volume.

“That helps Mark! Don’t worry, it’s perfectly natural for a boy your age, you’ll need to pull your foreskin back over the tip of your willy when I’m done, you don’t want your secret bit getting burnt”. I’d retracted. My foreskin had fucking retracted. Like it always did when I got an erection. I felt this went on for ever, in truth it was over in less than a minute. If the cheeks on my bum were red, then the cheeks on my face must have been purple. It was so sensitive.

“All done!”, she declared. I opened my eyes, my 3-inch erection was like a steel rod, I’d never been this hard in my life. I looked around; Mrs Stevens didn’t look at all phased by the performance; she was casually chatting away to mum telling her how she’d has Josh circumcised last year. Mum was cordially listening; she didn’t look like someone that had only a moment ago been rubbing her teenage son’s penis. I looked at my brother and the twins; Oh! I wasn’t the only one with an erection.

Luke’s shorts we’re noticeably tented. He’d had an erection when I got spanked this morning and now, he’d got one watching mum touching my penis. Maybe he really is getting off on my humiliation? I could see he was definitely a grower, even though when soft his penis was bigger than mine when it was hard. Jake was obviously hard too in his swim briefs, he was tenting too, respectable size by the look of it, and Josh’s willy was looked a bit bigger also. I wasn’t sure what to think, was it just boys’ bits doing what boys’ bits do sometimes? I hoped so.

Mum’s voice pulled me back to the present. “Did you hear me? I said pull your foreskin back over your penis please Mark”, I didn’t wait to be asked again, I grabbed my erection and tried to get the skin to go back over the head. Lord God! Now I’m playing with it in front of everyone. Jesus! The sunscreen had made my penis slippery and, as my foreskin was tight, I couldn’t get it to go back. I glanced up at mum as if to ask what to do. I think she realised at last, what this was starting to look like, that is; it looked like I was fucking masturbating. “Oh… err… just err… just leave it Mark, I’m sure it will go back on its own when your willy goes down. Don’t worry, now just go play with the others”. Mum sounded embarrassed; how do you think I feel?

“Come on guys, let’s go and play football in the sea!”, for once I was glad Luke was here, “Me and Jake versus Mark and Josh… or more like skins against shirts!”, he laughed. “More like skins against shorts!”, quipped Jake. “Ha-ha, good one Little-Bro, or more like…… Roundheads versus Cavaliers!”, I wasn’t glad Luke was here at all. Fucker! I hoped my erection would quickly go away.

For the rest of the time spent at the beach I simply didn’t think about what had happened with mum; I blocked it out in the same way the cream mum put on me blocked out the sun. There would be plenty of time later to process things. Plenty of time to recall the shame and embarrassment; over and over again. Instead, I thought of Josh. He’d been happy to meet me and wanted me to his friend and I could do that for him, so I set about making the next few hours the best day out he’d ever had. Think of Josh. Think of Josh. Think of Josh.


When it was time to leave, us boys got dressed, or in Luke’s case he quickly put on a T-shirt and left his swim-shorts on, as our mums packed things away. “You’ll never guess what boys!”, said Mrs Stevens addressing Jake and Josh, “It turns out our new house is on the same street as where your new friends live, what do you think of that?!” Neither boy could believe it, their eyes and mouths were wide open. “Really?”, they asked. My mum replied, “Yes, that’s right boys, and I’ve invited you and your mum to come round and have dinner with us this evening, would you like that? You can spend some more time with Mark and Luke.” As I said, Mum loved twins.

“Awesome! This is so cool!”, they couldn’t have looked any happier. Getting to hang out with big boys; their new best friends to boot!

“I think I’ll do one of my favourite pasta dishes. I just need to pop to the shops before they close to get a few ingredients”. I knew these ingredients would already be mixed, folded, whipped and dusted with cocoa powder. She was going to buy a tiramisu; from M&S – only the best for would do for her dinner parties.





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 6 – Sunday evening


……… “I think I’ll do one of my favourite pasta dishes. I just need to pop to the shops before they close to get a few ingredients”. I knew these ingredients would already be mixed, folded, whipped and dusted with cocoa powder. She was going to buy a tiramisu; from M&S – only the best for would do for her dinner parties.


We got back home just before 4pm. Mrs Stevens, Jake and Josh would first go back to their house to freshen up before coming around at 5pm as our mums had planned. Mum told me and Luke to each take a quick shower then come and help her set up the table outside and get things ready for our guests. Luke took his shower first, which gave me time to reflect on the events of this morning and those down at the beach. Events, that up until now, I hadn’t had much time to really think about.


I didn’t know where to start, so thought back to when I’d first woken up; mum was in my bedroom. She’d pulled the covers off me and it wasn’t long before I was complaining that I didn’t want to spend the day naked, forcing me to remain nude was a stupid idea and it was unfair Luke could wear his clothes when I couldn’t. I hadn’t learnt my lesson from the previous morning, and received a spanking for shouting and not doing as I was told. Mum had started telling me to ‘do as your told’ a lot since she’d decided I had to spend the weekend naked.

The spanking wasn’t so bad, what was bad was Luke had witnessed it and got an erection from watching. I knew he was trying to humiliate me, and get me into situations that would embarrass me, but he hadn’t done anything to make mum spank me. It had been my own stupidity. Was he getting pleasure from my pain? Did it make him excited? Hopefully once today was over, I wouldn’t ever find out.

My desire to stay in bed had ultimately backfired. Mum wasn’t planning to carry on with my enforced nudity today after all; but I hadn’t known that. I hadn’t given her the chance to tell me. She decided after my spanking that I still had a modesty problem and would now spend the day naked. It would have all ended if only I had ‘done as I was told’. At breakfast Luke had given another great speech about why being naked was good for me and made sure to remind me that I was a hairless little boy still and needn’t worry about anyone seeing me naked. I didn’t need him reminding me about my lack of hair. More than anything else, it made me feel inadequate compared to other boys my age.

At breakfast mum had joked I’d be going to beach in the nude. It was only a joke but I didn’t find it funny. None of her jokes were. It had unnerved me to think of being naked in public around other people. It was bad enough mum had seen me naked! I got my second spanking shortly afterwards. I’d thrown a proper tantrum when I saw the new Y-fronts she’d bought me, they were an airtex material and worse than the normal Y-fronts I still wore. So, in true little boy style, I’d thrown them on the floor defiantly telling mum I wouldn’t wear them. For my insolence, I received the worst spanking of the whole weekend.

It had hurt a lot. I wasn’t used to be spanked, mum never spanked us much growing up and never since we’d become teenagers. Now she knew my hairless state and had seen my little hairless penis, she’d starting smacking me again. Was there link here? Because of what she now knew, I was back to being her little boy again, she was treating me as if I was the same age as Jake and Josh. I guessed, from something I overheard Mrs Stevens say to Josh, that maybe he too still got spanked. However, I was twice his age, I honestly don’t think any other 14-year-old boy still gets spanked by his mother and even if any did, they would never admit it.

When we got the shop Luke finally got the boxers he so desperately wanted. This only confirmed his new self-appointed position as the older, dominant brother. He was growing up and boxers proved this. By wearing briefs, it confirmed I was still a little boy. I no longer felt like I was a twin as we were on very different paths.

In the same shop we both got some seriously outdated and very short shorts. At least Mum bought the same for Luke too, but I thought he’d probably be wearing his ultra-trendy Adidas swim shorts all summer instead of these. I had no choice, my other shorts didn’t really fit me anymore, I knew would be wearing these a lot this summer or the speedos I’d got instead of swim shorts like Luke’s. Yet more items of clothing that would confirm my little boy status.

Mum had made me try the awful shorts on in the shop. Jesus! What had got into her, I don’t know? I was forced to strip down to my underpants in the open aisle, thankfully no one had seen me. Mum had made ME try them on. Not Luke, oh no, not him! ME! She was very careful not to embarrass him now knowing he has grown pubic hair. Was she oblivious to what she was doing, how she was treating me differently? Did she truly believe because I was hairless still it was okay for me to still do things, like undress in a shop? Did she seriously think a lack of hair equated to a lack of embarrassment?

Next, we saw Josh & Jake both starkers on the beach; mum thought they were ‘cute’, another one of her favourite words. It didn’t bother me they were naked; I wasn’t embarrassed seeing them undressed at their age. Mrs Stevens had reacted to my own nudity later on in much the same way as I had reacted the nudity of her boys. She wasn’t bothered by it nor offended. So, was mum right? Was it really okay for others to see me naked? My attitude to Jake and Josh’s nudity was confusing, I thought I’d have reacted differently.

The day got a lot worse for me once we settled at a spot on the beach. I’d stripped off and was wearing nothing but a towel round my waist. Luke had deliberately left my swimming trunks in the car, planning to further embarrass me. He could not have foreseen that mum wouldn’t let me put my clothes back on once I’d undressed, telling me to just go nude, or could he have? Maybe he could read mum better than I could and manipulate her. I need to watch him more closely. Anyway, in short, I ended up being naked on the beach. Mum’s earlier joke became my reality.

Thankfully there weren’t many people around and there wasn’t anyone near us, except Mr Stevens and her boys. I didn’t care Mum and Luke saw me naked, well l did of course, but at that moment all I could think about was being publicly naked and worried about being seen by strangers, or even worse, by someone I knew. I had little time to think much about it as J&J approached us just after I lost my clothes. J&J is my new nickname for Josh and Jake. I could not help but look at their willies and compared myself to them. Doing so confirmed my worst fears.

It was shameful comparing my penis to those belonging to two 7-year-old boys. Ashamed they were half my age and there was hardly any difference between our penises. I didn’t have a penis anymore; I now had a willy. The only other penises I’d seen were those of the boys in my class, when we changed for PE and such. I knew what boys my age should look like. These were the first willies I’d seen belonging to boys much younger than me. After comparing my willy against theirs, if I didn’t have a modesty issue already, I certainly now had one.

J&J’s mum surprised me; she hadn’t reacted to my nudity at all. She wasn’t shocked, she didn’t try and rescue her son from the naked older boy, she didn’t shout or scream. Zero reaction. She carried on talking with me as if it was completely normal to chat away with a naked 14-year-old boy, like it was something that happened every day. It had been humiliating showing her my lack of puberty and I was sure she was surprised when I told her I was fourteen.

Needless to say, the worst part of the day was when mum had applied sunscreen to my bum and willy; and did so in front of Luke, Mrs Stevens and J&J. I’m still blocking out the memory. Without doubt my mum touching me there was the most fucking humiliating experience of my life. She actually touched my fucking willy! Her 14-year-old son’s willy! My most private of parts! That couldn’t be acceptable behaviour for a mother? I felt totally degraded. She must know this is inappropriate? No boy my age would want his mum to see his willy yet alone have her touch it? Rubbing my fucking willy! She was practically masturbating me. Oh Lord! All the touching and rubbing gave me an erection. I actually got hard and she carried on touching me as if it was normal. I no longer have a clue what is or isn’t normal but I knew I’d never live it down for the rest of my life.

Not much else happened at the beach after that. I deliberately didn’t think of all the earlier moments when I’d been totally humiliated and embarrassed; by not concentrating on those events, I could at least try and enjoy myself. No one commented on my nakedness, not even Luke, though his shorts were a constant visual reminder that I was naked. He and I did have fun looking after J&J, who were good natured boys; they loved hanging out with us; both of them acting macho and pretending to be much older than they really were. When you’re their age, there is no better feeling than being allowed to play with bigger boys.

J&J had each picked one of us to be their ‘older brother’, and having to look after Josh was a stroke of luck. It enabled me to think I was still a big boy, to be 14-years-old again. If Josh could see I was much older than him, then why couldn’t mum? He was only 7-years old, but understood I wasn’t the same age as he was. So why was mum treating me like I was still the same age as him? Reflecting on all that happened this morning and later at the beach, it was safe to say that I’d had quite a day. I wish I was J&J’s age again; perhaps, if I could go back to being their age, then just maybe, puberty would start when it was supposed to.



“Oi! Showers free”, Luke walked into the bedroom. Stark bollock naked. “What are you doing?!”, I stammered. “What? Oh! This?”, he thrust his hips forward and was shaking his big soft hairy penis around. “It’s nothing for me to be ashamed of mate!”. Was he mental? “What if mum caught you walking from the shower like that, you know, like naked?”. Neither of us ever walked around naked.

“I don’t care, she’d know at least one of her boys has grown up. Did you notice earlier that yours is the same size as Jake’s, can you fucking believe that?! I had thought you looked like an 8-year-old still, but it looks like I over-estimated you by a year. He’s half your age Mark! Half your fucking age! You must be mortified. Mum now knows just how much of little boy you really are and she’s going to be seeing a whole lot more of you until you grow some fucking hair. Bald boys don’t get to hide their little willies, so you won’t be hiding yours anymore. Like I told you yesterday, if I’m being bullied at school for having a hairless twin brother, I’m going to bully you and embarrass the shit out of you”.

The dynamic between us had permanently shifted. He was playing the role of my older brother. To reinforce this, he looked right at me as he ripped open a pack of boxers and put on a pair. “So, you do mind if mum sees you naked, you just said you didn’t care!”, I tried to see if he’d be brave and remain naked. He laughed at me. “Don’t be a dickhead mate, of course I’d fucking care, I do not want her seeing me naked, I’m 14-fucking-years old for Christ’s sake! Now do as your told, have a shower, then come and help me and mum”. With that he walked out the bedroom. With boxers on. The Peacock was displaying his feathers.

After my shower I dried off and put the clothes I’d been wearing back on. They we’re still clean; I’d spent more time not wearing them since I’d first put them on. I hadn’t worn them for more than hour since we’d left the house this morning. Luke was helping mum in the kitchen, “Err… Mark? What do you think you’re doing? Mum told you that you aren’t allowed to wear any clothes today.”

There’s no let up with The Peacock sometimes. “Fuck off Luke”, was my less than brilliant reply.

Mum, “Do not swear Mark, it’s extremely rude, and what are you doing wearing those clothes, you wore them to the beach. Take them off now and put them in the basket over there by the washing machine. I’m sure our guests won’t be arriving looking like they’ve just walked off the beach. Put something else on please!”.

“But… but… mum, you’re supposed to be helping Mark overcome his excessive modesty! I didn’t want to tell you but I noticed he was covering up all the time when we were playing with Jake and Josh. I had to tell him to stop playing with himself as I didn’t want him doing that in front of the boys”. I proceeded to call Luke a fucking liar.

“I have told you not to swear! You will not disobey me, I’m your mother. I’ve also told you a number of times that it’s very naughty for little boys to play with their willies. When will you learn? Take off those dirty clothes like I asked and put them where I told you”, I knew from the tone of her voice what would happen if I didn’t, she didn’t have to threaten me, she didn’t need to say the ‘spanking’ word. I was starting to learn.

I hurriedly stripped off in the kitchen more concerned with getting another sore bum than being briefly exposed before going to get dressed. “That’s better. Now help your brother set the table up outside and take two more chairs out so we can all sit down when we’re ready to eat. You will not get dressed; you can stay as you are. I said you would spend the weekend nude and that is what is going to happen. Naughty little boys who do not behave will learn that their actions have consequences”. I definitely wasn’t learning fast.

“Mum! No! I’m sorry, don’t make me! Mrs Stevens and J&J are coming round!”, I was squealing like a naked little piglet.

“J&J? Who?”.

“Err… I meant Josh and Jake”.

“They’ve already seen you naked today, Mark. They won’t mind. I’ll just explain it’s to help you with your problem and, if you behave before they get here, I won’t tell them I had to spank you twice this morning. Now, off you go and help your brother while I prepare dinner”. My screw up in bed this morning had cost me my clothes earlier, and this latest screw up just cost me them again. I’m a fucking idiot.

I went outside, naked as instructed, and helped Luke lay out plates, glasses and cutlery for the 6 of us. I knew I wouldn’t be getting my clothes back today. At least everyone had already seen me naked and wouldn’t be surprised to see I had small hairless penis. “Oh man, you fucked up again little brother! Just remember my rule, do what I tell you or else everyone at school finds out about your weekend. It’s your choice, but I suggest you start using your brain and thinking like a 14-year-old”. I don’t like peacocks.

Mrs Stevens and the boys arrived, both dressed identically. I didn’t hear the doorbell and before I knew it everyone was outside and mum was asking what everyone wanted to drink. Josh and Jake were staring at me. If my nudity at the beach hadn’t surprised them, my nudity at home did. Jake was smiling; what had Luke told him? Josh wasn’t sure where to look.

“Hello again Mark, are you not getting dressed this evening?”, asked Mrs Stevens. I didn’t respond; I didn’t know what to say. Mum noticing my hesitancy quickly explained that I was spending the weekend nude to cure me of my excessive modesty. “Well, I certainly agree it won’t do him any harm, he’s a lovely looking boy too, it’s always best to nip these problems in the bud early, you don’t want it becoming an issue when he’s older. Anyway, he still has a lot of growing up to do and there’s nothing wrong with a boy like Mark being naked. It’s not a problem with me”. My mum looked satisfied that Mrs Stevens approved of her actions. I didn’t look satisfied. I looked anything but. I wanted her to be shocked and tell mum she was fucking nuts.

Luke must have heard the doorbell, as he’d disappeared before Mrs Stevens and J&J had come out to the garden. He came back into the garden as mum was explaining the reason for my nudity, he wearing his Adidas swim shorts and a T-shirt; the very same ones he’d worn to the beach. Shouldn’t they be in the wash with the clothes I worn earlier? The ones deemed too dirty to wear again. Mum said nothing; didn’t ask him to put fresh clothes on. That’s if she’d even noticed.

“Hi Luke, it’s so cool we live on the same road! What shall we do? Do you want to play a game? Can I see your room?”, Jake was a bundle of 7-year-old energy. “I’ll show you my room later Jake, right now I’ve got a better idea, haven’t you noticed we’ve got a pool outside!”. It was hardly a pool. “Let’s have a splash about before dinner, would you like that?”.

“Wow! You’ve got a pool! Can we get one mum?”, Jake said as he wasted no time stripping off down to a pair of very brief green slips; short sides and no fly front, much more modern in style compared to my huge high waisted Y-fronts. I was envious of his pants. Josh was stripping off too but much more self-consciously, as he pushed down his shorts, I saw he wore the same green cotton slips as his brother. I wondered if their mum always dressed them the same, as some parents of twins tended to do. Luke scooped up both boys and threw them in the pool; the twins screaming as the water was cold but laughing at the same time. Luke told them they’d soon warm up and looked at me; telling me to join them. I did. Me, the he oldest of the four of us, stepped into the pool as naked as a baby.

J&J loved mucking about in the pool, it wasn’t really deep enough to do much except splash water at each other, Jake wanted to wrestle and Luke obliged. Jake loved this. Josh was less boisterous and me and him just sat at the edge talking. Talking was good; something to focus on other than my nudity. He told me he hadn’t wanted to move house and about the friends he’d had to leave behind. He seemed a bit sad and I told him he had a new friend and I had a new one too. He looked much happier and revealed he wasn’t sure if I’d meant it earlier at the beach. I reassured him I had meant it and he beamed up at me. Once again, being nice to Josh, and making him feel secure, made me feel good, if not exactly secure myself. I was naked after all. After about half an hour, Mum and Mrs Stevens came back out carrying plates of food from kitchen.

“Out of the pool now boys, it’s time to eat! I hope you’re hungry. There’s plenty for everyone! Get dried off and come and sit down”, mum said as she laid the food on the table. Mrs Stevens held out towels for us, “Dry yourselves properly”, she addressed her boys, “…and take those wet underpants off. You can’t sit down in those; you’ll ruin Mrs Wilson’s furniture”. That was my surname; Wilson.

Luke took the towels from her and handed one to each of us. J&J were at that awkward age trying to act all grown up but weren’t really getting very dry. “Come here Jake, let me help you”, Luke took Jake’s towel from him and started drying him off, making him squirm and giggle loudly. “I can tell you’re ticklish!”, Luke said and started to rub him even more vigorously. Jake laughed even louder.

Josh looked over at me, looking like he wanted his big brother to do the same. “Come on then! Let’s get you dried off too!” He was delighted and threw down his towel, I stared to rub him down unaware I was using my own towel. Unaware I was once again fully exposed in front of Mrs Stevens. Soon he was also giggling and shrieking like his brother.

“Time to take your little underpants off Jakey-Boy, I need to get all of you dry”, Luke wasn’t teasing Jake, he was just being practical. “You’ll see my willy!”, Jake cried; he didn’t sound very bothered though still laughing away. “I know that silly! I’ve seen it already, and besides, we can see Mark’s willy too, and he doesn’t mind!”. Jake lost his underpants, totally unconcerned everyone could see him naked.

I asked Josh to take his underpants off too; he did, though somewhat less confidently than his brother. As I dried him down there, I realised it was easy to dry his willy as he’d been circumcised. Most of the boys at school, like me and Luke were uncut; this was the norm in the UK. I’d never really thought about having or not having a foreskin but soon I was going to think about it a lot.

We finished drying off the boys; and started to dry ourselves, Luke didn’t remove his shorts; I didn’t have any to remove. J&J sat down not bothering to put their shorts on; they were going to eat in the nude like me.

I noticed Mrs Stevens staring right at me as she was talking to my mum, “…as I was telling you, I’m a nurse at the local urology clinic and I know the top Doctor there, he did Josh’s circumcision last summer, it’s a such a good time to get it done, with the summer holidays Mark would have plenty of time to recover before going back to school, he looks like he needs to be done in my opinion and, if you like, I could try to get him an appointment soon. I’m sure the Doctor would do me a favour”.

Mum asked Mrs Stevens if she thought circumcision was necessary and if it would just get better when I started puberty. “Sometimes it can get worse, if his foreskin is very tight, he’ll end up needing to be circumcised at some point, better to do it before his willy matures, I’m sure Mark would understand”. I had enough problems already standing out from my classmates at school, what with my lack of hair, small penis and old-fashioned underpants. I didn’t want to be circumcised as well. Why was Mrs Stevens even suggesting to my mum to get me circumcised? It’s my fucking penis! Not hers!

“Of course, Mrs Wilson, I know you wouldn’t want to waste the Doctors time… so I’ll tell you what, why don’t I have a quick look for you and see what I think”. Oh no! Mrs Stevens wants to examine me! She’s seen my penis already but was now asking to have a front row seat!

“I couldn’t ask you to do that…I don’t think Mark would be very comfortable… you know, well, I’m sure it will sort itself out when he starts growing up. I mean he… err… hmm… well… I don’t know… are you sure you don’t mind? You don’t have to…”.

The Peacock was at it again, “Mum, you wouldn’t want to waste the Doctor’s time, just let Mrs Stevens have a quick look to see if Mark has a problem with his foreskin. Right? Come on, now Mark, let Mrs Stevens have a good look at your willy. Don’t be shy, she’s probably seen lots of little willies like yours!”. He’s a fucker! Unseen by the others he silently mouthed ‘remember the rule’. What could I say in front of everyone? I had no choice but to subject myself to further humiliation.

“I suppose you’re right Luke; just a quick check before we eat. Mark, like Luke said, there no need to be all shy and silly, Mrs Stevens is a nurse and seen lots of little willies, yours isn’t any different. There’s no need to be embarrassed, just do it here then we can have dinner”. Out here! In front of everyone! Thanks mum!

“Now come over here Mark”, said Mrs Stevens, “I’ve been a nurse for longer than you’ve been alive”. I didn’t want to be alive right now. “Let me examine you before this lovely dinner goes cold, it will only take a minute”, with Luke’s threat hanging over me I compliantly walked over to her. I knew I’d be spanked if I didn’t do as I was told. See? I’m learning.

“Hmm… well, you do have quite a long foreskin Mark, can you try and pull it back?”. Jesus Christ! I have to touch it in front of her now! Everyone’s eyes were on me. Do I do what Mrs Stevens asked or do I make a scene? Mum told me to hurry up, so I did as I was told, just get it over and done with. Taking hold of my small penis I tried to pull the skin back as far as it would stretch. “Hmm… is that as far as it will go? As you can see Mrs Wilson, it’s quite difficult for Mark to retract his foreskin even when his willy is soft, I would say he has phimosis, no wonder it got stuck behind the glans when he had an erection at the beach. Thank you, Mark, you can finish drying off now”. It was over in a flash and I hastily used my towel to cover up, under the pretence of drying off.

Mrs Stevens told mum she’d try and get an appointment for me next week, mum thanked her and turned to Luke, “Can you pull your foreskin back properly Luke or is it the same as Mark’s? You’ve seen his is very tight and he has trouble pulling it back over his willy, does that happen to you?”, his grin fell off his face as it turned very red.

“MUM! Huh? Err… no… no… I mean, you know, mine is fine. Shall we eat?”, he looked away. Mum ignored him and asked if Mrs Stevens would check my brother’s foreskin too. “Just pull the front of your shorts down Luke, it could be a genetic thing so I’d like Mrs Stevens’ opinion, just in case. Quickly now!”

“No way mum! I’m not a little boy like Mark. I’ve got hair… you know, down there and well… err… well it’s not right for boys like me to be seen. You know that! It would be totally embarrassing!”, he definitely wasn’t a happy peacock.

“This is different Luke; you may have a medical issue so it’s perfectly okay for Mrs Stevens to have a look at your penis. I know you’ve got hair already but please act mature and don’t make a fuss……”, Mrs Stevens coughed to get mum’s attention.

“Why don’t I just nip into the kitchen with Luke and take a look? He’s obviously growing up down there I guess and it might be a bit embarrassing for him, particularly in front of his mum. You know how boys get very self-conscious once puberty starts. Come on Luke, let’s go to the kitchen. Quickly now”. So unfair! Mrs Stevens said it was okay for Luke to have some privacy like most boys his age but it was fine for me to examined in the garden in front of everyone. I’m his twin, we’re the same bloody age!

Mum raised her voice and told Luke to go with Mrs Stevens, I finished drying and sat down thankful to be at the table where I could hide my lower half. Josh asked if I was getting my willy chopped like his; a 7-year-old’s simplified understanding of circumcision. I said I didn’t know. Jake told him I probably would, so our willies would look the same and then we’d definitely be the Roundheads, while he and Luke would be the Cavaliers. He was quite clever for his age.

Mrs Stevens and Luke came back. He looked very sheepish, “I hope Luke wasn’t difficult; did he give you any trouble?” mum asked. “We’ll he wasn’t very co-operative but nothing a little smack on his bottom couldn’t sort out. Boys do sometimes need a bit of extra encouragement! Anyway, his foreskin is a little tight but as he had an erection I couldn’t really say with any certainty if it’s a problem, I’ll book both boys an appointment to put your mind at rest”. I stared at Luke. Luke stared at the table, oblivious to Jake chatting away beside him. Wow! Mrs Stevens has seen Luke erect? I wondered how big it was.

Mum thanked her and told Luke not to worry about it; again, seemingly concerned about any embarrassment he had experienced. She had not such concern for how I had felt. “Anyway, I haven’t invited you here to give my boys a check-up Mrs Stevens, so let’s forget about all that now and let’s eat. Help yourselves boys!”. Josh and Jake didn’t need to be asked a second time and set about piling food onto their plates. Luke and I waited for them to finish before helping ourselves, I couldn’t easily forget what had just happed and by the look of him neither could Luke. He’d been set on humiliating me, encouraging mum to let Mrs Stevens examine me and had ended up getting his own examination. Serves him fucking right.

Mum had prepared her usual Italian feast, some of the food was a bit too grown up for J&J, both declaring that olives were disgusting and looked like monster’s eyes and that salami tasted like each other’s sweaty socks. Neither boy had got dressed after we’d dried them off and neither seemed to mind eating dinner with their new friends in the nude. I wondered if they did this at their house? Maybe I should try and be more like Josh and not be so worried about being naked around other people.

Our mums were on their second bottle of wine after we’d finished eating and having a good old chat. J&J bombarded me and Luke with all sorts of questions and telling us what they wanted to do in the summer holidays and making wild plans. Their energy was endless and it seemed me and Luke featured heavily in all of these plans, but it was funny and we did laugh at the wilder plans they suggested.

Jake asked his mum if we could have a sleepover at their house on Friday as he wanted to show Luke his new games console. Josh almost choked on his drink and started coughing.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Jake, our house is a mess and besides I’m sure Luke, and Mark, have other friends they might want to see”, she glanced over at Josh, he looked like a rabbit caught in headlights.

“Well, I think a sleepover is great idea Mrs Stevens, we can have it here instead, Jake and Josh would be very welcome wouldn’t they mum?”, Luke came to Jake’s rescue. Mum agreed and said she’d love the boys to come over and spend the night, and suggested we could have pizza for dinner. Jake was delighted and started to list the games he had and which were his favourites.

Mum softly tapped the table in front of me, and nodded her head in Josh’s direction. I’d been listening to Luke and Jake talking about which games they would play and hadn’t noticed Josh. He was biting his bottom lip. “Josh? Are you okay? Don’t you want to have a sleepover?”, I asked him. He didn’t reply and his body started to tremble; I reached my arm over his shoulder and pulled him into my body. “Come on Josh, it’s all right, I promise you’ll have a great time and we can play the games you like too. What’s the matter?”.

“Josh still wets the bed, like a baby!”

“SHUT UP JAKE! I don’t!”, he screamed and buried his head in my armpit. He started to cry. I knew instantly why he wasn’t so keen on a sleepover. “Behave Jake, do not upset your brother, it’s not nice to tease him about it. He’s just growing up and lots of boys your age have accidents at night. Would you like me to tell Luke you wet the bed last Christmas? Hmm… no, I didn’t think so”. Jake didn’t look so cocky now. “I did not!”, he was outraged. “Yes, you did; and now Luke and Mark know too, that is what happens when you aren’t nice to your brother, and if you carry on, you’ll have a sore bottom later”. Josh was still buried in my armpit crying. I had to say something but Mum beat me to it.

“Now Josh, you don’t need to worry about that. Mark wet the bed occasionally right up until last summer when he was thirteen, you’ll grow up very soon and everything will be fine, it’s nothing to be upset about”. Now it was my turn to cringe. Jesus! Did she have to say that? I hadn’t wet the bed for about a year and even then, not very often. She addressed his mum, “Does Josh wear, you know, protection at night?”.

“Yes, he’s very embarrassed and doesn’t like anyone knowing about it, but he does wear pull-up pants just in case, they look just like normal underpants to be honest but you know what boys are like”, she shot Jake another look as she said this. He looked suitably chastised but Luke was reassuringly rubbing his back, an unspoken signal to Jake that he was still his friend, even if he had wet the bed last Christmas.

“Pull-ups Josh! They’re very grown up!” mum was being light-hearted, her mothering instinct kicking in to protect and help Josh. Sadly, she didn’t seem to have any mother instinct left for me. “I wish Mark had still fitted those, I had to buy him nappies when he got older. Now Josh, let me assure you that neither of my boys will make fun of you, and nor will your brother while you are a guest in my house. Luke will make sure of that, won’t you Luke? I would very much like for you to have a sleepover here on Friday and I promise you don’t need to be worried about anything. I’ll even let you choose what pizzas we’ll have. You can share Mark’s bed and he won’t mind”. Mum was a pro, she knew to handle this, best leave this to her to sort out. I continued to hug Josh and told him it didn’t matter and he was still my friend and little brother.

“I’m not sure, Josh would be too embarrassed to stay over, he’d hate anyone to see him… maybe it would be best if the boys didn’t have a……”, before she could finish Jake erupted. “IT’S NOT FAIR, JUST BECAUSE HE’S STILL A BABY. I WANT TO HAVE A SLEEPOVER WITH LUKE”, he started to cry.

“Let’s all calm down. Jake? Josh? Listen to me for a moment. I’ve got a great idea!”, Luke spoke with authority and both boys looked up at him, both looking rather flushed and emotional. “Now Jake, I know I am your older brother but I also care about Josh. I didn’t tease Mark when he was older and still wet the bed, and you shouldn’t tease Josh. It’s not his fault. Do you understand?”. Jake nodded. It was true; Luke hadn’t teased me about wetting the bed back then, but he was teasing me now for being his hairless brother and I got a feeling he was up to something.

“Good lad. Josh, I want you to know that neither me or my brother care if you need to wear protection, it’s okay with us and nothing to be ashamed about. I bet it’s much better to wake up to dry bed than a wet one. Now then, Mark, you wouldn’t mind helping out your little brother Josh, would you? You know, to help make him feel better on Friday?”. He looked at me with eyebrows raised, a reminder I was to follow the rule he’d set. I had to go along with this.

“Err……”, I hesitated momentarily. I was 100% certain this wasn’t going to end well for me but I had to make Josh feel better. With a certain degree of dread, I nodded.

“You can see the boys are very excited to be sleeping over, and you can help Josh feel more comfortable. You need to look out for him if you’re going to be a proper older brother. Anyway, I’ve got this cool idea, would you be willing to do what I ask to help Josh?”. He was slowly pushing me into a corner. A fucking tight one at that. He was using Josh to blackmail me. I knew this idea would be anything but cool for me but nodded again. Everyone was looking at Luke, waiting to hear this ‘cool’ idea.

“That’s good of you Mark, what I was thinking was, well, I think you still have a pack of your nappies somewhere. You haven’t grown much since last year and I reckon they’ll still fit you. If you wore a nappy, I think Josh wouldn’t feel so bad wearing his big boy pull-ups. If you show him, you’re not worried about wearing a nappy at your age, I think he’d feel much better on Friday? Would you do that for Josh?”. If I was mortified, we were openly discussing my former bed wetting, then I was fucking shocked by Luke’s cunning plan.

Josh extracted himself from my hairless armpit and asked me if I would do that for him. Mum answered for me, “Of course he would Josh! Mark won’t mind at all! He’d be happy to wear a nappy!”, she laughed at her little rhyme. I didn’t. I was cornered. I was fucked. Josh was still looking at me waiting for an answer. Again, I nodded a yes.

Luke got up from the table saying he’d go and find them. Jake was silent as him mum again told him off for his behaviour and apologising to my mum for his outburst. I smiled weakly at Josh; I still couldn’t bring myself to actually say anything.

“Here they are! Put one on now Mark, show your little brother even some older boys wear nappies still”, he offered me one from the pack he was holding. “Err… well… maybe… you know… later… I could maybe later…try…one on”. I didn’t take the nappy. I knew I was going to end up wearing it, but wasn’t going to put it on in front of Mrs Stevens.

Mum, “Try it on now please Mark, can you remember how to put it on? Or shall I help you?”, I looked at her? Was she serious? I looked at Luke. He silently mouthed “Put it on or else or you’re fucked tomorrow at school”. I took the nappy, unfolded it and hurriedly put it on standing up. All I thought about whilst I did this was Josh. I ignored the fact that four sets of eyes were watching a 14-year-old boy standing up and taping a nappy around his hairless groin, the nappy hiding his small babyish willy. A willy that didn’t look out of place being hidden in a nappy.

Once I’d finished taping it on, I stood there; hands placed in front it. “Hands at your side Mark, show Josh there’s nothing to be worried about”, I did as mum asked. “Now look at Mark, Josh you don’t have to be worried, about coming over on Friday to you? Lots of little boys like Mark don’t mind if they have to wear nappies”. Josh didn’t look entirely convinced but nodded anyway. I sat down so I could hide the nappy and ruffled his hair. He smiled at me at last and asked if I would wear one to bed on Friday. I told him I would despite hating the idea. He asked if he could share my bed and I said that would be okay too.

I was no longer naked. I hadn’t wanted to spend dinner naked; but I didn’t like wearing a nappy. I wanted to cover up but not like this, not with nappy. It crinkled when I sat down, once again confirming my new status; I was still a little boy. No one seemed to think it was odd for a boy my age to be sitting in the garden in a nappy he didn’t need to wear. No one seemed to be concerned how I felt or if I might be embarrassed. Little boys had no need to worry about silly things like that.

“Well that’s settled, thank-you Mark. I’m sure Josh feels much better now”, mum once more oblivious to how I felt. I didn’t feel better even if Josh did. Mrs Stevens told both boys that she expected them to behave and that my mum was in charge; they were to be polite and do as they were told, or else there would be no more sleepovers. Both boys had cheered up by now and promised to be good. “Right, you two, go and pick up your wet underpants and then put the rest of your clothes on, I think it’s time we made a move. You both look a bit tired. I’ll give you a bath and then it’s time for bed”. Both boys jumped up and picked up their clothes and ran inside to get dressed.

Once they were out of earshot Mrs Stevens addressed me and Luke, “Now, if I may just say one last thing before the boys come back. Jake and Josh were very sad to leave our old home, and aren’t very good at making new friends despite what you may think. When we got back from the beach, they couldn’t stop talking about you two. I can already tell they look up to both of you, they really do think you’re their older brothers. I know you are much older than them and I don’t want them pestering you all the time, but if you would be kind enough to be nice to them and look out for them, just until they meet some boys their own age, I would be very grateful”.

Our mum started crying; tears of joy, and blubbed that she was so proud of us both. I’m sure she was delighted to hear Mrs Stevens thought so highly of us. Luke and I assured Mrs Stevens that her boys were great fun and we’d enjoyed spending today with them and had no problem being their friends and looking out for them. The boys came back dressed once again and asked my mum why she was crying, she said it was the wine and she was just happy she’d met their mum and knew she’d made a friend for life. “Now let me see you all to the front door”. We exchanged goodbyes and told J&J we’d see them later in the week.

“Don’t even think about taking your fucking nappy off”, it was just me and Luke left in the garden, “You’re going to wear it to bed tonight; when mum comes back, you’re going to tell her that you’re tired, and ask her to wake you up in the morning. Make sure you’ve pissed it in before she does. I want you nice and wet when she sees you wore your nappy to bed”. He smiled at me. “Oh! And make sures it’s piss, don’t think of pouring water in it or anything stupid like that. You’re going to wet your nappy like the little boy you still are. Understand?”. He reminded me again of the consequences of not following his orders.

“Right boys, help me clear this all up and then let’s watch something on TV before we go to bed. School for you tomorrow! Are you leaving that on Mark?”

“Err…yeah might as well”, I wanted to rip it off. Mum laughed, “Suit yourself, I thought you would have taken it off the minute Josh left. Really, I just don’t understand boys sometimes, you can be so silly!”. For the first time this whole weekend, I actually wished mum had told me to take my ‘clothes’ off. At least my weekend of forced nudity was over. Even if it had ended prematurely by having to wear a stupid nappy. I never wanted to spend another minute naked at home ever.

Later, Luke watched me getting into bed, making sure I kept the nappy on. “Sleep well little bro and don’t forget you’d better wet your nappy before mum wakes you up. I hope you enjoyed your naked weekend, I did, and I’m going to enjoy seeing you spend a lot more time naked in the future. You think this is over? It’s only just fucking started mate! You better hope you grow some fucking hairs tonight!”. With that he turned off the light. It wasn’t only the room that got dark. My future looked very fucking dark too. I cried myself to sleep.




I hope you liked these latest chapters and Mark’s weekend of forced nudity even if he didn’t. So, Luke is carrying out his promise to make Mark’s life a miserable and humiliating one and it seems, in Jake, he may have a partner in crime. What else does Luke have planned for his brother as payback? In a few hours it’ll be Monday morning. Poor Mark.