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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.
Chapter 8 – Monday afternoon
BANG-BANG-BANG!
………..
It’s only just gone 1pm. It wouldn’t take me long to get ready. I
wouldn’t need the whole 5 minutes to towel off and get dry; once done,
I’d be ‘ready’. Ready for another unexpected and unwanted afternoon of
nudity in front of the younger twins and their mother, people I’d met
for the first time just 24 hours ago… and I knew that I had to do
anything Luke asked if my life was going to be worth living once we got
back to school… whenever that might be. I’d fallen into my own personal
sinkhole and felt unable to climb back out.
At Mum’s
instruction Luke and I were assembled in the back garden, ready for our
visitors to arrive. She’d prepared a sort of buffet spread for lunch
that we’d eat later; quiches, sausage rolls, chicken nuggets - which
she thought J&J would like, a large bowl of mixed salad and a few
other sides. She’d bring this out later so for now there were just a
few nibbles laid out on the table, I noticed there were no bowls of
olives; presumably as both younger boys had comically declared they
hated them upon trying them for the first time yesterday. If nothing
else Mum was very attentive to the needs of kids, even more so if they
happened to be twins, though at this moment I didn’t think she was
being particularly attentive to my own needs; or my very singular need…
the desperate need for some clothes.
Mrs. Stevens had been
told to come through to the back garden via the side gate, it was a
quiet street and we usually didn’t bother locking it because as a rule
we tend to come and go using the back door of the house rather than the
front. I don’t know why we did this but it had become the norm, when
friends popped round they were often already in the kitchen before we
knew it. Mrs. Green however, was more of a traditionalist, and always
rang the front doorbell and waited to be invited in. Her view on
acceptable boys’ nudity was also somewhat ‘traditionalist’, and a view
that my Mother was starting to agree with.
Regardless of
whatever door they might decide to use, I hope we don’t get any more
unexpected visitors today, Mrs. Green turning up unannounced this
morning was plenty enough for me… more than enough for a lifetime
frankly! And why the fuck did mum tell her I’d wet my nappy, she could
have just said I’d wet the bed… it’s not like I wore them to bed
anymore, I only wet it because my fucking brother made me! I need to
tell Mum this somehow without Luke knowing. In the past I had to wear
nappies if I had an accident, I always had to go a few dry nights
before I could stop wearing them again as a ‘just in case’ precaution…
I wondered how long I’d be wearing them this time. Mum had already
hinted I’d be wearing one tonight but would Luke want me back in them
permanently?
Mum’s just brought out some drinks and is setting
them down on the table. It’s a warm afternoon so there’s a jug of
orange juice with plenty of ice for us boys and a bottle of wine in an
ice bucket for the adults. It would seem Mrs. Stevens will be staying
for the whole afternoon and not just dropping the boys round before
going back home. I knew she’d probably stay for a bit, maybe an hour
tops, but the wine on the table indicated her house certainly wouldn’t
be getting ‘straightened out’ any time today. The wine bottle had a
white cloth over the top of it, presumably to stop it warming up too
much. I didn’t have any such cloth covering me up. I looked at the
white cloth and oddly thought of underpants. It was bad enough everyone
except me would be dressed but even the fucking wine was dressed for
our visitors. The wine’s ‘underpants’ didn’t have lots of little holes
in them either; wine in this house gets nicer underpants than me.
Mum
was rather sternly reminding me that I was not to be concerned about my
nudity; and she didn’t want me showing her up in front of Mrs. Stevens
either. I got an even sterner reminder not to ‘play’ with my willy
either as it was considered ‘very rude’. As she said this Jake came
hurtling through the side gate. We were all startled by him screaming
at the top of his voice like a lunatic, but even more startled by what
he was wearing. “Luke, Luke, Luke!!!!!!! I’m here! I’m here!!! Your
Mummy said you weren’t at school! It seems like forever since I’ve seen
you! Are you really not going back to school? Does that mean we can
play every day? Will you play in the pool with me? Can we do that
first, and then we can… err… we can… ”. He had to stop to breathe.
Luke laughed, “Hello Jakey-Boy! Slow down! I’m so glad you’re here now,
I’ve been sooooo bored waiting for you to get here. Mark’s been no fun
this morning, he’s such a little boy. We’ll jump in the pool once I’ve
got changed… but I can see you’re all prepared… are those the swimming
trunks we found at the beach yesterday?”.
Jake was wearing nothing but a pair of swim briefs.
“Yeah! They’re my favourite coz they’re the same as yours… Aridas… and
they’re the same colour as your ones too, black and white, so we’ll be
the same, isn't that cool!”, the boy was going to pass out
hyperventilating if he didn’t calm down. Luke ruffled his hair and
smiled, “It’s Adidas Jake, and yes, it is cool, but all the girls will
be chasing after you if you run around the street dressed like that!”.
Jake snorted, “I don’t like girls… they smell… and that’s what I said,
they’re Adidas, they’re my favourite. Are they your favourite too?”.
Luke said they were, earning him a beaming and very satisfied smile
from the smitten boy.
Mum piped up, with more than just a
touch of motherly concern in her voice, “Hello Jake, it’s lovely to see
you again but where’s your Mum and Josh? Did you come over here all on
your own?”. Jake replied that they were being ‘slowcoaches’ and he’d
run on ahead. “Aren’t you the eager beaver!”. There goes Mum with her
rhymes again.
“Josh has been crying, and said he didn’t want
to come. He’s such a baby! I couldn’t wait any longer coz I wanted to
see Luke, he’s just jealous Luke likes me more than him”. This elicited
three simultaneous, but very different, responses from his audience…
Mum, “Oh dear! Poor Josh, I hope he’s okay. Is your Mum…”.
Me, “WHAT? What have you done?…”, mum had said Josh was looking forward to coming.
Luke, “Don’t worry about him Jake, the main thing is you’re here now!
Come with me, I’m going to my room to put my Adidas swimshorts on so we
can look the same… like real brothers! Me and you are so alike! We can
have a little chat while I’m getting changed”.
Luke pointedly
looked at me as he said this with the emphasis very much on the word
‘real’. He didn’t need to say the bit about him and Jake being alike,
if Josh has been crying… Jake would’ve had something to with it.
Despite being twins I don’t think Luke and I are very alike anymore,
definitely not since Saturday morning; and I’m not talking about the
obvious physical differences. But Luke and Jake? Hmmm… very alike, I
think they are VERY VERY alike.
As Luke and Jake disappeared
into the house Mrs. Stevens entered the garden with a very upset
looking Josh. “Hello Mrs. Stevens! Hello Josh! You look very smart in
your football kit! Which team is that?”. He didn’t answer, eyes fixed
to the ground. His Mum told him to say hello, but the poor boy carried
on looking at the ground and after a few more attempts to get him to
reply she was getting a bit annoyed with him. Impulsively I stepped in
to help Josh, “It’s Southampton mum! It’s a Southampton shirt okay!
Leave him alone! Look… why don’t I go down the other end of the garden
with Josh and you and Mrs. Stevens can have a natter”. I deliberately
used that word. Mum loves to ‘natter’.
“Hello Mark, sorry I
didn’t see you there… oh!… I umm… it’s just… I didn’t expect you to be…
well it certainly looks like your Mother has cured your little modesty
problem, look at you out here all dressed up in your birthday suit, you
look very handsome!”. Concerned for Josh, for a moment I’d forgotten
that I was standing in front of Mrs. Stevens completely nude, does she
seriously think I’m ‘dressed’ like this by choice, as if it’s normal?
No point in trying to explain that I am being forced to spend another
afternoon naked; as I’m sure Mum will explain my nudity once the wine
starts to flow.
“Err... hello Mrs. Stevens…”, act normal, act
normal, she’s seen me naked before, act fucking normal… just get Josh
down the other end of the garden, as quickly as possible for a chat,
preferably for as long as possible; get away from being fucking naked
in front of his mum. Once again conscious of my nudity, I could feel
the blood rushing to my cheeks and was lost for words . They say things
get easier the more you practice them. I don’t think that’s true at
all. “… err…umm… err…”.
“It’s okay Mark, if you’re happy
dressed like that it’s fine with me, and my boys won’t bat an eyelid,
it’s all very innocent when you’re their age or indeed your age. Maybe
you’ve decided you want to be a little nudist after your fun day
yesterday at the beach, there’s nothing wrong with that, don’t you
worry about me being here, no need to feel uncomfortable… it’s another
lovely sunny day too, you’ll get a wonderful tan with no funny looking
white bits around your willy! I imagine you’ll have all the girls
chasing after you!”. Thanks but no thanks Mrs. Stevens… I definitely
don’t want any girls chasing after me or my tanned willy! Girls smell.
“He may well want to become a nudist, but he’s not got to that point
just yet, so we’re just having a bit more practice today, and I do
agree a nice all over tan on him would certainly be lovely, but first
things first; why don’t we get the wine open and then I can tell you
all about it. You don’t know her but Mrs. Green, she’s our neighbour
next door, came round earlier and we had a very interesting chat over a
cuppa… err Mark?… be a good boy and go have your little chat with Josh
and let us grown-ups have a natter in private. Look after Josh, okay?”.
I know full well that she’s going to be talking about me and explaining
to Mrs. Stevens why her 14 year old teenage son is allowed once again
to be wandering round at home naked like a little boy. Why does her
‘natter’ deserve privacy? Don’t I deserve some too?
Feeling
uncomfortable with the idea of being thought of as an actual nudist,
but doing a rather good impression of actually being one, I took Josh’s
hand in mine, reassured him with a brief smile and a nod that
everything would be okay, and headed off with him. He was one miserable
looking boy. Before we were out of earshot of the ‘grown-ups’, I caught
a snippet of conversation between our mums, “… don’t let me forget to
tell you about the chat I had with Doctor Tisdale, it’s all arranged
for tomorrow…”. I had a very unhappy Josh to deal with and failed to
join up the dots. Unbeknown to me then, ‘snippet’ was an interesting
choice of words; given what they were actually talking about.
As we walked I asked Josh if he was okay and got a shrug of his
shoulders by way of reply. It wasn’t the best question I’d ever asked
and I decided not to push him for an answer until we were sat down on
the grass with him facing me. When I asked him again what was wrong, I
was gruffly told ‘nuffin’. His spelling; not mine. “Jake said you
didn’t want to come here today. I hope that’s not true as I was really
looking forward to seeing you again. You can tell me anything and I
won’t laugh at you or make fun of you… I want you to know if ever
anything is wrong or you’re feeling upset, you can always talk to me or
ask me any questions, okay?”. More silence.
After letting him
think for a minute or two about what I’d just told him, it still didn’t
look like he was going to confide in me. I felt a tad disappointed, as
I thought he already saw me as his older brother; I was aware we hardly
knew each other but I felt we had a special bond after yesterday. I was
going to have to try a different approach, but before I could……
“Why are you nakkie?”
“What?!?”
“You just said I could ask you anything!“, he whined.
“Umm… is that why you’re upset?”
“No”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah”, Josh has reverted back to one-word answers like when I first
met him on the beach, maybe I need to use more open ended questions.
“You know Josh, if it is upsetting you, just say so, I can tell my Mum
how you feel and she’ll let me put some clothes on, I won’t mind,
honest I won’t, I want you to be happy when you’re here with me. Would
you like me to do that? It will only take a minute to put something on
and then we can chat some more…”.
“That’s NOT why I didn’t
want to come… but… err… do you always go nakkie? Is that why mummy said
you were a nudist?”, a slight smile crept across his face as he took a
quick glance back towards the house. He nervously giggled and whispered
to me, “I know what that word means! Once when we were little we went
to this beach and it was nudist, so we didn’t have to wear our swimming
trunks… even mummy didn’t wear anything and made castles out of sand
with us and I could see her boobs and her thingy, you know the thingy
girls have… it’s where we have our willy coz we’re boys, but Mummy’s a
girl so she has a thingy and not a willy like us… but… err… umm… yeah…
so… I’m not allowed to tell anyone so you have to keep it a secret. You
can’t tell or you’ll get me in trouble so you have promise me… you
can’t tell anybody… you HAVE to promise me!”.
“Oh! Umm… your
Mum did that?… right… err… look, don’t worry… I won’t tell anybody
Josh, I promise. It will be our secret; just between us and no one
else”. Hmmm… Mrs. Stevens naked at the beach? Mrs. Stevens all wet and
naked at the… why is Josh looking at my… oh FUCK!… ignoring Mum’s
earlier warning, given she’s far enough away to be unable to see what
I’m doing, I hurriedly covered my swelling penis… or as Mum would say;
I started to ‘play’ with it. I could feel it growing whilst cupped in
my hands, grateful for once that even at full mast it wouldn’t fill my
hand, yet alone two of them. When I ‘played’ with my penis it didn’t
fill my hand with it’s size or indeed anything else. I was still dry in
‘that’ respect.
I wasn’t really bothered being naked in front
of Josh, it didn’t actually feel wrong at this moment, but I didn’t
want him to see me with an erection, he’s only 7 years old… and well
it’s… it’s just… ‘rude’ as Mum would say. “Err… here’s the deal Josh.
I’ll tell you why I’m naked but only after you tell me what’s wrong
with you and why you’re upset… now, I think it might be easier for you
if I ask you some questions. I’d like you to answer but if you don’t
want to it’s fine with me, I’ll understand. I think I’ll be able to
work out what’s wrong rather that you having to say it out loud”.
Taking another shrug of his shoulders as a sign it was okay to continue
I decided to get this over with, I knew what the problem was. This
wouldn’t take very long.
When Jake had arrived he’d called
Josh a ‘baby’. I know I’m about to upset my little brother, but it’s
time to rip the plaster off. It needs to be done and I want my happy
Josh back.
“So, has Jake been making fun of you this
morning?”…… no reply, “I’ll take that as a yes shall I?”…… still
nothing from him…… “Did you have an accident last night?”.
I
did say I knew I was going to upset him and it didn't take long for the
floodgates to open. By that I mean he started to cry, his other
floodgate only opens when he’s asleep.
I shuffled round
to sit beside him and put my arm around his shoulders to pull him in
tight against my side, “Shhh… it’s okay… there’s no need to cry… I know
this doesn’t make it any easier for you, but you know lots of boys your
age, and older ones, sometimes have accidents at night… not all the
time… but sometimes, it just happens, it’s not your fault Josh… just
like it’s not their fault either. It will stop, I don’t know when, but
I promise it will. Now, as you have told me a secret, I’ll tell you a
secret…… I had an accident last night too! You remember Luke asked me
to put a nappy on last night… well I didn’t take it off after you left
and it was wet this morning. I was pleased I did leave it on too or my
bed would have been soaked! I did a huge wee!”. He had stopped crying
and was looking at me somewhat unsure. “Really? You’re not just saying
that to make me feel better?”.
“It’s true Josh, I wouldn’t lie
- not to you, I know I’m 14 years old but I had accident just like you
did, so now that can be our secret too. You asked me earlier why I was
naked and I asked you what was upsetting you… so I’m going to answer
your question and you are going to answer ALL of mine”. Josh didn’t
need to know that it wasn’t really our secret. Mum, Luke, Mrs. Green
and, God only knows who else, all knew as well.
It was easy
to guess what Jake had done and Josh confirmed what I suspected had
happened this morning. So I gave Josh a somewhat vague and simplified
summary of why I was being made to be naked, trying to make it as
understandable as I could for a 7 year old boy, I didn’t mention Luke’s
role in my nudity. I don’t think he fully understood but we did manage
to laugh a lot, him in particular when I told him Luke had a big hairy
willy and that I had been naked at home this morning in front of the
old monster from next door. He said she sounded horrible and hoped he
would never meet her. I found out from Josh that Jake often made fun of
his nighttime accidents and the fact that he wore protection because of
them. Like me when I was his age, he only had one or two accidents a
week but wore pull-ups every night. I don’t think Jake was bullying him
in the truest sense of the word, it was more teasing by a typical 7
year old, he was using something to his advantage and probably enjoyed
the sense of superiority over his brother that came with it. Josh was
even more upset this particular morning as Jake had also told him I
wouldn’t really want him at the sleepover the four of us had planned
for Friday if he was still wetting himself, yet alone would I want to
share my bed with him.
With plenty of assurances given that
that was not true and that he would be sleeping with his big brother,
he was once again very excited and couldn’t wait for Friday to come
around. I also had to promise I would see him again before Friday, Josh
is very serious about promises, so I had to promise more than once that
I really really really would see him again before then. After all that
was sorted, we chatted about other things and I enjoyed getting to know
more about him. I learnt a bit about why J&J had moved house, the
things he liked and disliked and who his favourite Southampton player
was. Apparently, their left-back, Francis Benali. I was surprised. I
thought he’d have said Matt Le Tissier, as he was by far the best
player in a very poor team. Turns out Josh had another surprise for me,
which I was about to find out.
“Do you feel better now?”
“Yeah, thanks Mark. Err… are you still my friend?”
“Yeah, I’m still your friend. Are you still my friend?”.
“Yeah”, and in a whisper and looking very small, he added, “I love you”.
“Come here you…”, I grabbed him and wrestled him to the ground and
proceeded to mercilessly tickle him for the next 5 minutes. Ignoring
his howling and cries for help until eventually he said he was going to
wet himself. Immediately I stopped tickling him, we stared at each
other and then he grinned at me, “Only joking!”. Both laughing
uncontrollably we lay back down on the grass content to just lie side
by side, no need to say anything. For a moment life felt really good. I
had an adorable little brother; I loved him too. Unconditional love for
my friend and brother.
“Mark? Can I tell you something?”.
“You can ask or tell me anything Josh”.
“I’m not wearing any underpants!”
Did he just say he wasn’t wearing any… “Come on slowcoach… I wanna play
in the pool, last one in is a rotten egg!”. He was off and half way
back to the house before I’d even sat up.
When I reached the
patio, where our mums and brothers were seated at the table, he’d
already stripped off his Southampton football shirt and was telling his
Mum everything was okay now, how he still wanted to have a sleepover
and that he was now going to play in the pool with me. From my position
standing opposite where Luke and Jake were sat, I caught them exchange
a surprised look. What Josh did next surprised them even more. In fact
it surprised everyone; myself included. In front of all us he pulled
down his shorts. He really wasn’t wearing any underpants.
“JOSH! Why aren’t you wearing any underpants!”
“I forgot to put them on Mummy”, he replied casually, as if stripping
naked in front of everyone in a neighbours back garden was an everyday
occurrence.
“Put your shorts back on now!”
“If Mark can be nakkie, then I want to be nakkie too. I want to be like Mark, he’s the best!”
My Mother tried to interject, “Now look Josh, it’s different for Mark,
I’m just helping him with a little problem he has, you don’t have to…”
“It’s okay Mrs. Wilson, Mark explained it all to me. It’s because he’s
got no hair, so it doesn’t matter if he’s nakkie and everyone can see
his willy. He said you told him no one minds if little boys are nakkie
and he’s being silly worrying about it. So that means I can be nakkie
too, like him, because I haven't got any hair either and then when we
are both older our willies will get really big and hairy like Luke’s
willy and that’s when we can’t go nakkie anymore because no one likes
seeing big hairy willies because they’re ugly and so Luke has to wear
clothes because his willy is ugly. I hope I don’t have a willy like
Luke’s when I get older, I want mine to look like Mark’s willy. Did I
say that right Mark?” That isn’t quite how I’d explained to him why I
was naked. Sorry… why I was ‘nakkie’.
Jake and Mrs. Stevens,
were laughing, and fair play to him, so was Luke even though Josh had
told everyone he had an ugly willy. My mum wasn’t laughing though, she
was fuming. Once again, I wished a sinkhole would open up in the ground
right where I am now standing. I think I’ve embarrassed her.
“What have you been saying to Josh? He’s far too young, and so are you
for that matter, to be talking about willies and such things. What were
you thinking and how does he know what Luke’s penis looks like? You
will apologise to Mrs. Stevens right this minute. I’ve a good mind to
give you a spanking right now… in front of everyone. You’ve really
shown me up in front of Mrs. Stevens… and poor Josh, what else have you
been telling him? Answer me! God Almighty give me strength, you are
supposed to be 14 years old Mark and you constantly act like a little
boy still. You really haven’t grown up yet, have you?”. Do you think
she’s mad at me? I do. Thank God she didn’t know we had also been
talking about Mrs. Stevens’ ‘thingy’.
Is it possible to
love and hate someone at the same time in equal measure? Although I
wished he hadn’t, Josh had simply explained to our mums why he didn’t
need to put his shorts back on. He’d sort of said what I’d explained to
him when I answered his question, ‘do you always go nakkie?’, but when
put the way he had said it, in the words of a 7 year old, it did sound,
albeit not intentionally on Josh’s behalf, like we’d been having a bit
of naughty conversation, and in fairness to Josh I did say Luke had an
ugly one.
Although she would put it in a more adult way,
Mum’s basically been justifying my enforced nudity saying the exact
same as what Josh had said; it’s okay for me to be naked and be seen
naked because I’ve got no hair, no one cares and therefore nor should
I. I really don’t know why she’s getting angry, I thought Josh had
given a very accurate summary of her own warped reasoning . I suppose
Josh didn’t help matters by mentioning Luke’s willy… but I liked that
he had said Luke had a willy and not a penis. Small victories and all
that!
“MUM! He asked me why I was naked! I thought I’d
try and explain it to him. I did… err… I did think of telling him to
ask you but you said you wanted a private natter with Mrs. Stevens.
Honest I didn’t mean to do anything wrong… please don’t blame Josh… I
just maybe didn’t explain it quite right, that’s all. I’m sorry!”. I
could hear the panic rising in my voice. It’s bad enough being seen
naked by Mrs. Stevens but I don’t want her, or the boys, to see me
naked AND get spanked by my mother.
I didn’t want Luke
to see that either, he’d probably not only get a hard on watching me
being spanked like a little boy, but he’d probably spunk into his pants
too; enjoying not only witnessing it himself but also enjoying my
punishment being witnessed by everyone else. I was pleased he’d taken
off my underpants earlier and put his own boxers back on. I wanted to
be first person to spunk into my pants thank-you very much! I had read
somewhere on the internet that it can take up to 24 months from
starting to get hair before having your first ejaculation. I’m 14 and
half already without a single hair. The math was worrying. Fingers and
toes crossed that the internet is wrong on this one. I really did hope
I would be spunking into my pants soon.
“Oh! Now now,
don’t worry Mrs.Wilson! There’s no harm done really is there? Just a
tiny misunderstanding I’m sure. If Josh wants to join Mark and be naked
it doesn’t bother me. He’s only a little boy, he’s no different to
Mark. If Mark’s nudity doesn’t offend me why would Josh’s nudity bother
you… given what you’ve been telling me that it’s good for the little
ones to be nude. So if that’s what the boys want to do, let them be
naked. Look at them standing next to each other... apart from the
difference in height they look just the same, two very lovely very
smooth little boys with very cute little willies! I know they are both
twins but they could actually be ‘Twins’ if you know what I mean. I
almost wish they could stay like this and never grow up. The only thing
that would be even better is if we got Jake and Luke to join them!”.
“I’m not getting naked!”, Luke chuckled, “I’ve got a big hairy willy no
one wants to see!”, I don’t think Josh calling Luke’s penis a willy was
a victory after all. He wasn’t bothered.
“I’m NOT if Luke’s
not! That’s NOT fair! Mummy! I want Luke to be my friend! I don’t wanna
go NAKKIE!”, I can see more tears before the day ends unless we all
stop discussing boys being nakkie. ‘Nakkie’ it would appear, is the new
word-of-the-day.
“Don’t start Jake! I was only joking, no one
is going to make you ‘go nakkie’, all I was saying to Mrs. Wilson is
that your brother and Mark look ever so handsome in their birthday
suits. You don’t have to wear yours if you don’t want to, but if you
did want to that would be okay too. I’m not going to spoil things for
you with Luke, as long as you behave you can wear your trunks. As for
you Luke, let me remind you that I have seen your penis, when I had a
look at your foreskin problem yesterday, and it’s not particularly big
and definitely not that hairy. A few quick strokes with a razor and
you'll be all nice and smooth like your brother, so please don’t make
fun of Josh if wants to be naked, that’s all I’m asking”… so it’s not
‘particularly’ big… I’m now even more worried about my own size.
“Sorry Mrs. Stevens, I wasn’t making fun of Josh or anything like that.
I was just saying you know, like Mum says… umm… I really can’t run
round like Mark can because… well you know… err… its like what Josh
said”…Luke was stumbling for the right words.
“I know you
weren't making fun of him, but you also know what I meant. Don’t forget
my boys are much younger than you and are very impressionable”. Luke
replied he knew this and would look out for both Jake and Josh. Luke
certainly knew how impressionable the boys were. With Jake under his
wing, I was worried for Josh. I feared he’d made a mistake in joining
my Nudist Club.
“Mummy?”
“What is it now Jake!?… there is never any peace with you around!”, I think she needs more wine.
“Erm… you know you said that Mark looks the same as Josh but he’s just
like… umm… a bit taller… erm… there is another difference Mummy… Mark
hasn’t had his willy chopped LIKE JOSH HAS!”. Such an observant little
fucker. I’m right to be worried for Josh.
Before she could say
anything, Luke jumped in, “Mrs. Stevens… I was wondering… err… Jake
said you’ve brought your camera with you, please could you take a
picture of me and Jake together; you’d like that wouldn’t you Jake?…I
know I’d like one of us”, the boy enthusiastically nodded, hamming it
up a bit too much for my liking, “Please Mummy! Take a picture of me
and Luke! I wanna picture with my big brother!”.
“What a
lovely idea, that’s very thoughtful of you Luke. What about you two,
Josh? Mark? Would you like a picture of the two of you together?”.
“Yeah! Please Mark! Can I have a picture of me and you? Please say
yes!”… I wasn’t going to say no to him, “Of course Josh, I’d love that!
You pop your shorts back on and I’ll just quickly nip inside to put
something on…”
“Don’t be silly Mark, we’ll never get to play
in the pool with these two little ones if we have to wait for you to go
and get dressed… just have your picture taken as you are, you’re not
embarrassed being ‘nakkie’ are you Josh?”. The smile plastered across
Luke’s face told me he was playing his game. Do what I tell you to do
or else!
“I don’t care if I’m nakkie”, he said, accompanied by
another of his signature shoulder shrugs, “Please Mark! I wanna a photo
with my big brother too, and then I wanna play!”.
“JOSH! I can’t have my picture taken nakkie!”
Thanks
for your support Josh! You really must remind me later to thank your
mother for bring her camera with her, why should I care if she takes
nakkie pictures of me, why should I care if she has photographs of me
that are more developed that I am? I don’t need a photographic record
of my lack of… actually… there must be a law against taking pictures of
a naked 14 years old; and probably a naked 7 year old too.
“MARK!
Have your picture taken with Josh, it doesn’t matter that you’re nude,
stop being so difficult… it won’t be the first one of you nude either,
will it? I must show you the family albums one day Mrs. Stevens, you’ll
see that when they were younger neither of mine had any problem not
wearing any clothes!”. I wasn’t going to get out of this. If there was
indeed any law against photographing either Josh or I in the nude, our
mums were prepared to break it. “Could you have a set of photos printed
for me too please Mrs. Stevens?”.
Looks like it’s settled
then, everyone agrees I don’t need to bother getting dressed. I’m so
thrilled!!! As much as I love Josh, I could fucking kill him right now!
If Mum is having a set printed I’ll have to destroy the photos before
she shows them to anyone, that would be easy to do. I wasn’t sure what
I could do about Mrs. Stevens’ set though… which would also contain the
negatives. I’d have to think about that. Maybe I could ask Josh to
help… he most definitely owes me favour after what he’s just done. As
much as it helped having a naked comrade-in-arms, perhaps it would have
been better if he’d kept his mouth shut and shorts on after our
‘natter’ down the end of the garden.
So with nothing but
a smile to put on for the camera it happened, laws were broken with gay
abandon, as photos of each pair of ‘twins’ were taken. J&J were
delighted. Luke was delighted. Our mums were delighted. Myself? Not as
delighted as them would be an understatement.
“... and how
about one more photo with all four of us together for our mums?”, of
course our mums were further delighted by Luke’s suggestion. The damage
was already done… but I was aware we would be in this one together. If
anyone saw this one I could imagine how the conservation would go… ‘Oh
twins you say? Yes, lovely boys too. And the other one didn’t fancy
taking his clothes off like his brother? He’s too old. But you said
they were twins? Ah! Let me explain, have you heard the expression if
they’ve got no hair they can…….’. Maybe I shouldn’t play in the pool, in my current mood I’m likely to try and drown someone.
“Is there a Chemist in town where I can get the film developed Mrs.
Wilson?”, a Chemist back in the 90’s provided more than just pills and
drugs. “Yes there is, it’s right next to Woolies on the main high
street”.
“That’s handy, I think I need to get a pair of
swimming trunks for my budding little nudist, his ones must have got
lost in the move, he might be okay with it here today, but I doubt
he’ll want to be naked at the beach again”.
“Well that’s the great thing about Woolies, they sell everything!”. It really is my Mum’s favourite shop.
“Right you three! Get into the pool and let’s play keepy-uppies for a
bit. I don’t care what anyone wants to wear or not wear, but it will be
easier if we split into teams… skins versus shorts… well isn’t that
lucky… looks like the teams have already been picked doesn’t it!”.
J&J laughed. Josh was still so innocent.
Jake and Josh
jumped into the pool, screaming and shouting that it was freezing as
they landed in all of about 18 inches of cold but certainly not
freezing water. Luke stopped me before I stepped over the side to join
them.
“Listen up fuckwit! I don’t know what you’ve said to
Josh to make him join you being naked but I think you’ve had a very
easy afternoon so far. Since they got here you’ve been standing around
like being naked is perfectly normal. You didn’t even flinch when Mrs
Steven’s said you looked the same as Josh other than your difference in
height. You do realise that means she’s saying your willy is the same
size as his? That makes you fucking pathetic. Actually, you know, it
might be a good idea for Josh to be naked whenever you are… it would
help show how much of little boy you still are, it would be a good
comparison to have. Both hairless with thin willies so small that they
stick straight out resting on top of your tiny balls. No more easy
times for you. When we get out of the pool, we’ll take the boys to our
room, where ‘some of us’ can get changed into dry clothes… by the way
you did well remembering the rule when I suggested we had the photos
taken, but it’s time for some more rules….”.
If I’m honest
because our visitors had already seen me naked maybe I was less
embarrassed than I should have been but I was conscious of my nudity
around them and certainly was not enjoying it, particularly in terms of
how I compare to a significantly younger boy. Maybe Josh arriving upset
had been a distraction, allowing me to focusing on him and not myself.
The boys seeing me naked wasn’t really a problem in itself; at only 7
years old they understand if a willy is big or is small in only the
most rudimentary way; they don’t yet understand what size means for
boys as they get older; as they become teenagers. They don’t understand
what it means if my 14 year old willy is the same size as their 7 year
old willy. The same goes for pubic hair, to them you simply either have
it or you don’t. It’s all binary; if it’s not X then it must be Y. Of
course they understand adults have hair, but in their binary
understanding, boys don’t. They are boys and don’t have hair; like them
I am a boy and not an adult so my lack of hair is accepted. They know
boys get hair eventually but aren’t familiar with when things should
occur because they don’t understand about puberty and ‘timings’ so they
don’t understand how I feel - they don’t see any shame in how I look.
Although Luke isn't an adult, he has his hair; so they then create two
categories of boys to help make sense of it this. Again it’s binary;
boys can be split into ‘big’ or ‘little’; the big ones, like Luke, have
hair and the little ones, like me, don’t. To them everything can be
explained in black and white; no need for any grey. Grey complicates
things at their age. Too young to feel my shame because their logic is
so simplistic. Jake was even more ‘black and white’ than his brother…
particularly when it came to Adidas.
I didn’t have a problem
with Luke seeing me naked as we grew up together. We’ve always shared a
bedroom, we were never shy getting changed in front of one another, we
both slept nude and we’ve shared baths and showers many times. I knew
what he looked like and he knew what I looked like. I assumed, because
of genetics, being twins we would start puberty at the same time. When
Luke got his first hairs when he turned 12, I was happy for us both. He
had got his, so I would get mine. I thought it would be only a matter
days or weeks until we would be the same again; a temporary difference.
I was wrong about that but he’d never teased me. The other day he told
me he’d been shooting for over a year now… so if it took him about 18
months to shoot after he got his first hairs, I worried I’d be 16 years
old before I’d be able to shoot. When people talk about my puberty they
always say ‘eventually’ it will come. I hated that word, it lacks
optimism if you ask me.
Nudity intrinsically wasn’t the issue
for me with Luke or J&J. It was my lack of development that was the
issue, which leads on to not wanting to be seen, not wanting people to
know I was undeveloped for my age. Luke was simply using nudity as a
conduit to expose my issue to others knowing how I felt about not
having entered puberty; knowing it would embarrass me; he wanted to
humiliate me. It’s the same with Jake using Josh’s nocturnal problem
against him, it’s one twin asserting their status. A reminder that ‘I’m
bigger than you’.
The others; Mum, Mrs. Stevens, Mrs. Green…
did I want them to see me naked? No, no and no. It’s wrong to be naked
in front adults, no self-respecting 14 year old would want to be seen
completely nude by their Mum or any another adult, yet none of these
three women are at all phased by my nudity. They see no problem for a
14 year old boy to be naked; repeating to me over and over that it’s
normal, perfectly okay, I have no need for modesty, I don’t have
anything to be embarrassed about, lots of boys your age haven't started
puberty, your willy is fine, your hair will come, aren’t you lucky you
can enjoy being a little boy still. Jake and Josh don’t understand the
concept of shame, but surely these adults understand it? They must
realise how I would feel to be exposed, for them to know I was behind
my peers but show no concern or empathy. It would seem they also think
boys don’t have shame if they don’t have hair. Shame is only acquired
when a boy get his hair.
At first I thought Mum was mad
agreeing with Luke that nudity would cure my modesty. She hadn't seen
either of us nude for years and I thought it was an unspoken
arrangement that we had with her and it was an agreement we were all
happy with. This nudity thing was supposed to have ended yesterday but
I ended up naked again this morning for what was only supposed to be an
hour or two until Luke let the bitch next door in and she somehow got
mum to extend that for the rest of today. A prolonged period of
enforced nudity was required to sort me out. She was encouraging my mum
to believe that what Luke had started needed to be continued. The bitch
told Mum that her grandson, Jeffrey, was undeveloped like me and at
sixteen, six-fucking-teen, loved being nude and had no problem at all
with having no hair and tiny willy. A very happy boy she’d said. Sounds
like a very strange boy to me, however I must admit even though I don’t
really think I’d get on with a boy like Jeffrey, I am very fucking
curious to meet him. My big was worry was currently how long would this
go on for… Mum said she would decide at the end of the day. I was
worried I’d end up like the mysterious Jeffrey.
I need to
convince Mum that I’m not a modest boy. My complaining about been seen
naked conforms to her idea that I am modest. Maybe if I let her see me
nude very occasionally, like briefly when going from my bedroom to the
bathroom, or getting out of bed before getting dressed, could I
convince her I wasn’t? It’s not a perfect solution for me but better
than what I’m currently having to endure… it would be a small sacrifice
to avoid ‘prolonged’ nudity…
“...Oi wanker! Are you
listening to me? Looks like you zoned out for a second. These are the
new rules you must follow otherwise things will go from bad to worse
very fucking quick. So…
Rule #1: You do what I tell you to do.
Rule #2: You will always refer to your willy as ‘my willy’.
Rule #3: Spankings will be given for not following the rules and you will always be completely naked to receive them.
Rule #4: If Mum doesn’t keep you naked after today, you need to
frequently let her and others see you naked. If you don’t do this often
enough I will tell you when to be naked.
Rule #5: At home you
will only wear Y-fronts and, if it’s cold, a vest as well. I expect you
to ask her to get you some vests tomorrow. If you go out you’ll wear
your new short shorts, you can choose what to wear above the waist.
Rule #6: Do what Jake tells to you to do.
“...have you got all of that? Nothing too difficult for you to remember?”. The game needs to stop now.
“What if I don’t want to play this game anymore; what if I decide that
I’m not going to follow Rule #1 and tell you to stuff it up your arse
and you can forget about the other ones as well? What are you going to
do? I’ll tell Mum you’re threatening to humiliate me at school and
she’ll put an end to it once and for all. I’m tired of all this Luke,
once I start puberty the boys at school will stop having a go at you
about my penis and hair and stuff, can’t we just get along like we
always have?”.
“Here’s why you will follow The Rules. If you
don’t, then Josh will have to follow them. It’s you or Josh. It’s your
decision. You won’t be around him all the time, but Jake will be. Your
choice Mark; you or him?”.
“Leave Josh alone Luke! You, and Jake, leave him alone. He’s done nothing to you”
“Is that your decision made? You’ll follow The Rules?”
“Yes”, I didn’t even hesitate to say it. I would not let them hurt Josh, so my decision was easy and immediate.
I was fucked.
“What are you boys talking about now? Play with Jake and Josh they’re
our guests remember!”, I mumbled a swift ‘nothing mum’, “Actually Mum,
Mark wanted to ask Mrs. Stevens if she would get 6 sets of the photos
printed. We’ve got some pocket money saved up and we would pay of
course, he thought it would be nice if we each had our own set to
remind us of when we all first met.”
Mrs. Stevens started to
cry; tears of happiness. I however could have cried tears of a very
different kind. She thought it was the sweetest gesture and was the
perfect way to capture the moment. She did however refuse our offer to
pay, she would get the sets printed and it would be her treat to us for
being being friends with her boys. Even mum was proud. And I know Luke
was proud; his Adidas shorts had a huge fucking tent in the front of
them.
“Okay guys… we agreed the teams will be skins against
shorts… come over this side with me Jake and we’ll kick off. First team
to do fifty keepy-uppies wins!”. He chose the side where he’d have his
back to our mums, I wondered how long he thought it was going to take
to lose his erection.
I knew I had broken Rule #2 already. I’d
said the boys at school would stop teasing him about my penis when I
started puberty. I should have said willy. I hope Luke won’t count that
as an infraction as I’d not technically agreed to them when I’d called
my willy a penis.
“Are you okay Mark?”, asked a timid little
voice. He hadn’t overheard our conversation but he’s picked up on
something being wrong between me and Luke.
“Yeah, I’m fine Josh”.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure mate. You don’t need to worry about me. Right… let’s
see if we can get to fifty before they can. Are you any good at
keepy-uppies Josh?”.
“Yeah! I’m the best. Better than Jake and almost as good as Matt Le Tissier! He’s my favourite Southampton player!”.
I could have sworn it was Francis Benali less than hour ago.
He wasn’t lying about being the best though, he was! We beat Luke and
Jake in the first game and again in the rematch they’d insisted we
play, and I don’t mind admitting Josh scored most of the points for our
team. I told you the boy was full of surprises… in my eyes though, he
had undersold himself. He was even fucking better at keepy-uppies than
Matt-fucking-Le Tissier.
A small victory at last.