The Twins 9

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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 9 – Monday evening

….…….. 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.


Neither Luke nor Jake wanted to play a third game, Josh was a bit annoyed; without doubt he was the best player, even better than Luke, but he was thrilled he had scored more points than any of the rest of us. Understandably he wanted to play again, he wanted a hat trick of wins to brag about. I probably heaped a bit too much praise on him so made sure to let Jake know I was equally impressed with how he had played, mindful not to piss off Luke as another whole different game was being played and, unlike keepy-uppies, Luke wanted to keep playing that game. During the game I had tried to be as enthusiastic as a naked 14 year old could be playing in a child's paddling pool with his clothed twin brother and two much younger boys. For Josh’s sake I tried, but it had been impossible to concentrate on the game. Thank God he was the best player, I really didn’t contribute much to our win, my mind was elsewhere.

It felt very odd playing whilst naked, aware of the other three boys, two dressed and one not, two enjoying my nude status making me different to them, and one seemingly unconcerned being dressed the same as I was. Luke, dressed in shorts, looked correctly kitted out to be playing any game that might involve a football, Jake dressed in swim briefs looked appropriately attired given we were playing in a paddling pool and Josh… well… he looked like a younger boy unconcerned that he was naked; a boy whose nudity was innocent and inoffensive. He’s a little boy, he’s causing no harm. I on the other hand was a big boy who should be dressed like Luke was, or even as Jake was. My nudity wasn’t innocent, at my age you’ve learnt nudity is offensive and have adopted behaviors and attitudes around this narrative. I’d rather be wearing a swim brief like Jake, which most boys my age wouldn’t be seen dead in. Such a garment wouldn’t do me any favours either, as it would accentuate the small proportions of my genitals, there would be no noticeable lump in the front of them, however it would afford me something to hide behind and not have my willy on display for all to see; if I was very lucky people might think I was a grower not a shower. They didn’t need to know I wasn’t.

Luke was right about having Josh and I naked together at the same time - it really did ram home how alike we looked. I couldn’t help looking at Josh and be painfully aware of our similarity. As we played, his small willy, I estimated it to be one and half inches or so, wobbled about. It was too small to do anything else, in it’s soft state his thin little rod sort of just stuck out from his hairless groin - too short to flop up and down, or side to side, it just wobbled. I knew my barely larger thin little rod would be wobbling just like his. When boys talk about their size they say things like it reaches their belly button, slaps their thighs, it’s so big it slips out the leg of their shorts… Josh’s little willy couldn’t do any of these and nor could mine. As much as I wanted a bigger willy and to be able to say these things about mine, I still wouldn’t want anyone seeing it. I hope Mum and Mrs. Stevens aren’t watching me play keepy-uppies and God ! please don’t let my willy play keepy-uppies either. That would be even more mortifying as it still wouldn't reach my belly button or slap my thighs, it wouldn’t even flop up and down. Erect, I barely grew an extra inch and grew almost no girth, it still just stuck straight out from my body. Sometimes it’s ‘hard’ to tell if it’s actually erect, pardon the pun.

“Mummy! Mummy! Did you see me win? Me and Mark won!”, he had run up to his mother who was sat at the patio table, with no thought that he was naked and now standing right in front of her, hands at his sides. I would not be running up to my Mum, asking her if she had seen me win, she’d be seeing a lot of me if I did that, my willy would practically be in her face; even though there isn’t really a lot to see.

“Mark! Luke! If you’re done playing in the pool, before we have lunch can you take the twins to your room and get dried off and cleaned up, put your swimming trunks, and Jake’s too, in the washing machine please Luke along with the wet towels and I’ll put a wash on before we eat… don’t look so worried Jake! I’ll give them back to your Mum before you leave, okay?”. I wish I had a pair of trunks to be worried about losing.

“Okay Mrs. Wilson, but I need them back because…”, mum cut him off and said she understood they we’re the same as Luke’s and she would look after them and he really would have back before going home. He still looked worried; they were Adidas after all; his favourite. For a moment I thought he might ask Mum to make a promise!

As the four of us walked into the house Josh’s mum called to him, “Josh, come back here and get your clothes; you can put them on once your all nice and dry”.

“I don’t need them Mummy! I’m going to stay nakkie…”

“Like Mark!”, both mums finished his sentence before he could. By now, we had all established who Josh and Jake wanted to be like. He was told he could remain ‘nakkie’ if that’s what he really wanted to do. We left the mums on the patio clucking like a pair of old hens saying they weren’t sure who was whose twin anymore.

I made sure to close the door once we had all entered the bedroom Luke and I shared. Not for my own modesty, I’d lost that basic entitlement already, I closed it as I knew Luke would be playing his game and it was probably best no one witnessed whatever he was going to do to humiliate me next. He’d given me a new set of rules which I was sure he’d soon be enforcing alongside my current nudity which my Mother was enforcing. I’m living with a pair of fucking Enforcers.

Jake suddenly spun round, red in the face, and shouted at Josh, “Why did you show Mummy you weren’t wearing underpants? That’s not what was supposed to happen! I told you she had to find out herself and then MAKE you go nakkie to play in the pool… it was supposed to be funny! Mummy was supposed to make you go nakkie like Mark!”. He’s just as bad as Luke!

He shrugged, “I forgot, that’s all, I just wanted to start playing”. I didn’t believe him. I think Josh knew exactly what he was doing earlier when he took his shorts off, he hadn’t forgotten anything his brother had told him to do. It appeared he’d deliberately defied his brother and spoilt any plans Jake had to embarrass him today.

I wanted to know how much Jake knew about what was going on with me… “Err… Jake? You didn’t know I would be naked, Josh might have ended up being the only one naked and that wouldn’t have been a very nice thing to do to your brother. I don’t think Josh would have found that very funny”.

“Of course I KNEW you’d be nakkie! Luke told me yesterday you would be and WE thought it would be funny if HE had to be nakkie like YOU in front of our mummies, but WE could wear our clothes coz mummies shouldn’t OUR willies coz we’re big boys!”. If he knew I’d be naked it must mean Luke has told him everything and he is 100% playing the game too, Rule #6 wasn’t looking good for me, I definitely had two tormentors now.

“It was just a laugh Mark, leave Jake alone… anyway let’s ALL get nakkie…”, as he said this he pulled down Jake’s swim briefs and the little boy squealed like a little girl. “You gotta take yours off Luke! Take yours off! I wanna see YOUR willy!”… oh my God!… that sounds fucking weird.

Luke even agreed with me for once today, “Jake, I know you’re curious at your age and all that, so you haven’t said anything wrong but I want you to understand that you cannot go round asking to see other boys’ willies. I’m being serious now. There is nothing wrong with boys getting changed or getting cleaned up after playing, and if we see each other nakkie when we are doing that it’s fine because we’re all boys and we are only nakkie for a few minutes; but you must not say you want to see someone’s willy or ask someone to show you their willy, do you understand Jake?”. I thought this was funny, though I dare not laugh out loud, because under the new rules Luke’s given me; he was very likely to be asking me to show ‘my willy’.

Josh asked why then was it okay for my mum to ‘ask’ me to show her my willy. Before Luke could answer, I quickly said it was like I’d explained to him earlier and my mum was helping me with being more confident about my body and to be less shy and so that was okay. Of course I didn’t believe a single word of what I was saying, I was simply trying to avoid him knowing what was actually going on, Josh doesn’t need to know about Luke’s game, I wanted him to think there was nothing wrong with my Mum seeing my willy. He said he understood but I think it’s too ‘grey’ for him, it needed to be black and white… as much as I didn’t want to say it, I had to be sure he understood… “Look, like I said when we’re talking earlier, basically I’m a little boy still so it’s okay if mummy sees me nakkie and sees my… err… my willy. Luke is a big boy now and he can’t be nakkie; only little boys can be nakkie”. I’m now embarrassing myself; Luke will be pleased!

“Because you are like me and Jake and haven’t got your hair yet?”, Josh asked. With reluctance I told him he was right; they we’re little boys like me so didn’t need to worry if they were seen nakkie. Jake snorted and told me and his brother that he was a big boy now and wouldn’t be going nakkie anymore in front of his mummy. He justified this by telling us he had hair, though with his swim briefs round his ankles it was quite apparent this was untrue. The twins started to argue back and forth with each other over this outrageous lie; Jake absolutely adamant he had some little hairs and Josh not believing a word of it. Yesterday Jake hadn’t been bothered being naked I front of his mum, things were changing fast since he met Luke.

I let them carry on and spoke quietly to Luke so they wouldn’t hear me, “Was it your idea Luke? To try and embarrass Josh? I understand the game and know you’d have somehow got Mum to force me to be naked today… but do me one favour, leave Josh out of it yeah? Do what you want with me, but not him okay?… and leave Jake out of it too. They are only 7 years old for fuck’s sake!”.

“Yeah, I’ll leave him out of it…”, he indicated to Josh with a nod of his head, “But Rule #6… I can’t leave Jake out of it. Now stop arguing you two… let’s get cleaned up, I’m starving… by the way Mark, before we go back outside, Jake wants to ask you to do something but first…”, he pulled down his shorts, “… look boys… it is big AND it is hairy!!!”. They stopped arguing and both stared at him as he shook his hips before immediately descending into fits of giggles.

“WHAT? What’s so funny?”, he had the good grace to laugh along with them.

“It’s disgusting!”, they cried out together. Clearly neither had seen an adolescent penis before, one that had begun puberty, yet alone an adult one. Jake was more curious than his brother and as we towelled off asked Luke lots of questions… innocent questions of a boy that lacked an older male in his life and didn’t know what puberty really was… when did Luke get his hair, when would he get hair, how big does a willy get, will mine be the same as yours, will Mark ever get hair, why is his willy the same size as mine, will you get chopped, will Mark get chopped like Jake… Luke could hardly answer a question before another one was fired at him. Boys around Jake’s age have very short memories sometimes, a brief moment ago he had declared he had hair, now having seen Luke’s hair he’s keen to learn when he’ll get his!

Being a twin, particularly in the case of identical ones, as both J&J, and Luke and I, were, it’s normal being perceived by others as similar or alike, but often you feel you want to be an individual; Josh and Jake now wanted to be like me, in Josh’s case, and like Luke, in Jake’s case, rather than be like each other. I find this dynamic interesting, with the age gap between us and them it was verging on a sort form of hero worship coupled with the need for affection, praise, wanting to be accepted; to be the older boy’s equal, to be his best and favourite friend. It dawned on me that we are now their role models, regardless whether we wanted to be or not. Was Luke a good role model for Jake? More importantly, could I be a good role model for Jake? I don’t ‘look’ like an ideal candidate for a 14 year old role mole model and I worried Josh would realise I lacked what Luke and other boys had; lacked what they were so proud of. Would he want me then as his big brother if he knew I was not like other boys my age? Like him I’d yet to start puberty.

“Can I ask him now Luke?”

“Yeah, go on mate, he’ll do it so don’t be frightened, I’m here with you okay”. If Luke thinks he needs to be here it doesn’t bode well for me.

“Err… Mark?… Umm… I was just thinking… you know… if you have to get your willy chopped, will it look like Josh’s willy?”, he looked back to Luke to check he said it right. Luke nodded to indicate he had done well.

Was he just intrigued or is Luke playing the game now? He’d reassured Jake, said he was here with him, I didn’t think that was required if he was simply asking if I’d end up with my willy looking like his brothers. “I don’t know really know Jake, I guess it would, if they chopped it the same way, so it probably… yeah… umm… I guess it would look the same or very similar… but only if I actually need to be…”.

“SHOW ME!”

“WHAT!?! What do you mean Jake?”

“You know… pull the… err… pull… the skin bit back… ”

“HE SAID SHOW HIM! SO FUCKING DO IT!”

“LUKE! Come on this is…”

“THEN WE’LL LOOK THE SAME!!! Please let me see!!!”

“JOSH!”. I’m seriously wondering whose side he’s actually on? Luke started chanting ‘do it, do it, do it!’ and both Jake and Josh quickly joined him. Getting increasingly giddy with excitement.

“Fuck it… alright alright… shut up before our mums come in here wondering what all the shouting is about…I’ll do it okay!… just stop fucking shouting!”. I can’t believe I’m going to do this but if Mum comes in here wondering what’s going on I know things will only get worse. Two excited 7 year olds and my sadistic 14 year old twin, God only knows what they might tell her; tell her what I was about to do! Just pull back my skin and let them have a quick look.

I can retract my foreskin when my willy is soft. I can get it past the head completely but due to tightness and the flared rim of the head of my willy, I know the head of a penis is called the glans but using the correct medical terminology when calling my penis a willy seems odd, if I do retract past the head often my foreskin gets stuck behind it and is difficult to pull it back to cover the head. It’s even more difficult to get my foreskin to go back if I’m erect.

“All the way back Mark… and then move your hands away so Jake and Josh can have a good look”. I just need to get this over with so I gripped my willy and as gently as I could I eased my foreskin all the back, past the head, exposing my sensitive head.

“WOW! Now we do look same!…”, as if to emphasize his point, once again pardon the pun, he grabbed his own little willy, and thrust his hips forward, “… yours is the same as mine!”. I really was. My overhanging foreskin was long, I’ve just lost half an inch, we now looked exactly the same. My willy is now the same as his; one and half inches long.

At least he had the good sense to grab his own penis and not mine. His brother didn’t have any such qualms…

“JAKE!”

“WHAT? I WANNA SEE WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!”

“Err… Jake? You cant go grabbing other boys’ willies!!!”

“Why not Luke? It’s only Mark’s willy”

“Boys don’t do that… err… I’ll tell you later… just…”.

“Okay, sorry!”, he let go but it was too late and the inevitable happened; I rapidly stiffened to my full 3 inches. There was nothing sexual in what Jake has just done. It didn’t excite me, I didn’t enjoy it. I just got hard because someone had just touched my fucking willy! I didn’t want to get hard in front of anyone but I’m just a teenage boy even if I’m not in puberty yet! A breeze could make me get hard, which would be another problem for me if Luke intended to make me get me naked outside!

At that moment the bedroom door opened, “What’s taking you boys so long, lunch is almost ready… LUKE!!!”

“MUM!!!!!”

She quickly turned away, “Get some underpants on quickly! I hoped I wouldn’t see that again!”

“Haven’t you heard of knocking! Jesus Christ! Hang on a minute… don’t look!”, while Luke grabbed his boxers, Jake grabbed his pair of little slips and ‘slipped’ them on, simply copying what his older brother was doing. Red ones today, green ones yesterday… am I the only boy still wearing white ones?

“I’m decent now… err… we were just… sorry Mum”, he has the grace to look extremely embarrassed.

She turned back, “That’s better Luke, I hope I haven’t… err Luke?… you’re not supposed to be wearing your boxer… actually, never mind… please just be more careful in future, now that you’re growing up… well it’s… it’s more appropriate if you keep ‘things’ more private. I know you boys were only changing, but can you image if I had asked Mrs. Stevens to come in here to get you? Now, if you would please finish getting dressed… well those of you that are getting dressed today and come back outside, lunch is….MARK!!! MY GOD! Have you got an….”.

She didn’t finish her sentence, suddenly painfully aware that Josh and Jake were in the room, I don’t think she was quite ready to talk about erections in front of them. That’s okay with me! She wasn’t going to talk to Luke about why he wasn’t wearing my ‘nice’ underpants in front of them either. Why does he get away with everything? I’m doing exactly what she says and still see to be getting into trouble for it. Yes Mum… I have got a fucking erection, though I’m surprised you can even notice; with my foreskin pulled back, it’s only half an inch bigger than normal.

“Err… my… err… err…”, oh God!, why can’t I put my fucking Y-fronts on, it’s not as if Luke’s wearing them now, “… my umm… my skins got stuck… and err… and I was just trying to get it to go back over my willy but err… I can’t… it’s just… it won’t… I’m sure it’ll go back in bit!”, I stuttered hoping she would believe me. I must be the unluckiest fucking boy on earth, trust Mum to come in to get us at this precise moment.

It’s bad enough she can see me when I’m soft, but hard! She’s looking at my 3 inch immature erect penis, well not quite 3 inches as my skin is pulled back right now! My mother of all people looking at my little boy erection! Unfortunately, for me, it’s not the first time she seen it hard but that doesn’t make it any easier for me; it would be no easier if I had a 5, 4 or even 3 inch erect penis. It’s just not fucking right! It’s my penis and at my age it should be my choice who sees it… especially if I’m hard! In my book boys shouldn’t be seen naked by their mums, sisters, neighbours, friends etc… full stop… well unless of course you’re a fucking nudist… come to think of it why would any boy want to be a nudist?… voluntarily taking off his clothes, gladly showing everyone his willy… actually… how do nudist boys cope with erections… do they even get them? I know they’d get them, but I mean do they walk around with one and don’t care who see it? Perhaps the internet knows… I’ll file that thought under ‘more research required’ given I’ve got other more pressing things to deal with right now…

“Don’t worry Mark, just leave your willy alone, I am sure like you said your foreskin will go back when it’s ready, and don’t worry about your little… err… your ‘condition’… it happens to all little boys and I know you can’t control it. Mrs. Stevens won’t even notice… RIGHT EVERYONE!… now… are you dressed Luke?… good… and I can see you are too Jake, that’s good… Mark’s obviously ready… and what about you Josh? Don’t you want to get dressed to have lunch? I’ve got your clothes here for you…”.

“No, it’s okay, I wanna be nakkie like…”.

“... like Mark! Yes, I know… SIGH!… I love all of you but sometimes I just don’t understand boys! It would be easier with girls, they wouldn’t want to be running round naked like little boys do! Right chop chop! Lunch is ready!”. I must be a girl… I didn’t want this either.

As we walked to go back outside I heard Jake say to Luke, “I don’t know why your mum would want girls; they smell!”. Predictably Luke laughed, “You are funny Jakey-Boy!”… he was probably ruffling Jake’s hair too.

I dashed towards the tale and sat down to hide my erection, the others sat too as mum brought the final dishes out from the kitchen, “Thanks for pouring the wine Mrs. Stevens, God only knows I could do with another one!… now Jake, Josh… don’t be shy, there’s plenty more if you want, so tuck in”. They didn’t need to be asked twice, both going straight for the chicken nuggets. “You do look like you need another glass… what was taking the boys so long?”.

“Mark’s foreskin has got stuck again and he can’t get it to go back, the sooner he’s…”.

“MUM!!! I TOLD YOU IT WILL BE FINE!”, for fuck’s sake! She’d said Mrs. Stevens wouldn’t notice… she won’t have to fucking notice now will she Mum? Not now that you’ve gone and fucking told her!

“It’s true isn’t it? I’m not making things up… am I? Don’t be getting upset now Mark, Mrs. Stevens works in urology, she’s seen and heard it all before, so stop being so silly. I’m sure it will slip back when it’s ready to”. Easy for her to tell me not to get upset, it’s not like she’s sitting in front of her mother with a hard on… though that would be impossible as she’s got a ‘thingy’, I don’t think they get erect? Or do they? I don’t really know… with my own problems to research I haven’t used the internet to investigate ‘thingys’.

“It’s not good if the foreskin gets trapped behind the glans of the penis for a long time, it could lead to other problems… if it hasn’t sorted itself out by the end of lunch I’ll take a look at it for him… now Mark, Luke… I was saying earlier to your Mum that I got an appointment for you with the Doctor tomorrow, he’ll do a quick examination and if either or both of you need to be circumcised he can do it straight way, they’ll be no need to wait for another appointment. I’m sure you’re both pleased to hear that… and Luke, I know it can be a bit embarrassing once you’ve started puberty but don’t worry, the Doctor will be very professional… anyway I must say this spread looks marvellous Mrs. Wilson… Boys?… remember to say thank you after we’ve finished eating… and please leave some chicken nuggets for the rest of us Jake!”.

Unsurprisingly, Luke and I lost our appetites after hearing this news and we were rather subdued. I now knew what the ‘snippet’ of conversation I’d overheard earlier was about.

Thankfully J&J had huge appetites, that or they weren't being fed properly at home, so the food was all polished off; they also managed to ably cover for the lack of conversation coming from us, chatting away suggesting things we could do over the next few weeks - swimming, riding bikes, another trip to the beach… Jake even asked if Luke would take him to Disneyland. Their mother had to remind them we had other friends too. J&J ignored her. Luke suggested Thorpe Park might be easier to arrange than Disneyland.

Luke leaned a bit nearer to me, we were sat one side of the table, with J&J sat opposite us and a mum at each end of the table. “I was going to tell you earlier, but Mum actually beat me to it, keep your foreskin pulled back… I think Mrs. Stevens needs to have look at your little willy... ask for her help after we’ve finished lunch”. My face went a similar colour to the beetroot in the salad mum had prepared. Josh and Jake liked beetroot as much as they liked olives.

A couple of times during lunch I had to pull my foreskin back, my erection had gone down and my willy had shriveled up even smaller than usual knowing Mrs. Stevens would be seeing it shortly, up close and in person. My willy’s trying to hide, ‘he’ doesn’t want to seen, no more than I want ‘him’ to be seen. I hope Mum can’t see what I’m doing under the table.

Jake and Josh wanted to help with the clean up once lunch was finished, Jake helping Luke dry the plates and cutlery that Josh had helped me wash. I doubted they helped their mum like this at home, but they seemed to enjoy doing whatever their big brothers were doing. As we were finishing up Luke silently mouthed to me, “Ask Mrs. Stevens to help with your…”, nodding towards my groin, “… remember Rule #2”, holding up two fingers in case my lip reading wasn’t up to scratch. I have no idea why but I nodded and silently mouthed back “Okay”, as if I was an obedient puppy enthusiastically trying to please my owner. Unlike a good puppy, there would be no treat for me for my obedience.

Back outside, I bit the bullet and decided to get this over and done with. “Err Mrs. Stevens?”

“Yes Mark, what is it?”… … …

“Mark?”… … …

Behind her, Luke held up two fingers.

“AH! I see, do you want me to help with your…”

“MRS.STEVENSCANYOUHAVEALOOKATMYWILLYPLEASEICAN’TGETTHESKINTOGOBACK”, there I’ve said it now… I hope Luke’s fucking happy. I can’t tell if he his; I’ve closed my eyes; again.

“Of course, I said I’d help if you needed it… don’t worry… let me have a look… just stand in front of me… good boy… now I will need to touch your willy, as a nurse working in urology I’ve seen plenty of willies and yours is no different to those, all I’m doing is helping to make things better okay… hmm… I see… right… I’ll just need something… umm… do you happen to have some lotion Mrs. Wilson? Some lubrication will help sort this out”.

Luke was told to ‘fetch’ and like a good puppy he bolted into the house to retrieve, “I found Mark’s baby lotion, will that be okay Mrs. Stevens?”. Apparently it was. Flipping the cap open, she squeezed a large dollop into her other hand, thanking Luke and handing him back the bottle. “Put it back in kitchen please Luke, I’ll need that later on tonight when I get Mark ready for bed”. Luke told Mum he’d do so in a minute. He really didn’t want to miss any of the show.

I had no time to think about Mum’s last comment… “I’m going to touch your willy now and rub a bit of lotion on it, now don’t you worry……”.

She’s going to touch my willy! She’s going to touch my willy! She’s going to touch my fucking willy! Why is everyone watching, why are we doing this outside… this is not right… I know she’s a nurse… I know she’s probably seen loads of willies in all different shapes and sizes… but she’s not a nurse to me; to me she’s Josh’s mum!

Why don’t I tell everyone to fuck off and leave me alone. Am really going through with all of this just to protect Josh? Would Luke, and his little assistant Jake, really go after Josh and make him follow The Rules if I didn’t? Last week I would have said Luke wouldn’t do that, but after all that has happened the last few days I don’t know or trust him anymore, on Saturday morning when I woke I never thought he’d be making ME do this. Could I chance that Luke is bluffing… should I stop Mrs. Stevens now while I still have some remaining dignity… I could just…

“... I’m going to rub a little bit on your foreskin and behind the glans and then see if I can get your foreskin back over it…”,

It looks like my opportunity to stop this is about to pass… SPACESHIP PREPARING TO LAND IN 3-2-1 AND WE HAVE…..

“...oh look at that! Your foreskin just slipped back all on it’s own, I didn’t even touch it! Are you cold Mark?… you’re shaking and Mr. Willy looks like he’s trying to hide or is he sleeping? Funny things aren’t they! Always getting bigger and smaller, up and down like a yo-yo! Now tomorrow, you let the nice Doctor know all about your tight foreskin, don’t be embarrassed to tell him everything so he can decide on the best treatment for you. The same goes for you Luke, answer any questions he asks and be honest with him, okay?”.

I’d narrowly avoided a crash landing. Touchdown was cancelled, the mission had been aborted; luck was on my side this time.

Luke was no more comfortable than I was having his problem discussed openly, “Errr… yes Mrs. Stevens I will… err… yeah… umm… shall I go a fetch you a cloth or towel to wipe your hands?”.

“There’s no need Luke, I’ll save your Mum a job for later…”, and with that said; she casually rubbed the baby lotion all over my infantile groin, “… let’s hope I don’t wake up Mr. Willy! You know Mrs. Wilson, if Mark’s still in nappies when he eventually gets his hair it would probably be a lot more hygienic and easier to deal with his wetting if the hair was kept shaved or removed. It would certainly be much easier to apply rash creams and baby lotion if he was kept nice and smooth… like a lovely little baby boy! They are so cute when they’re babies!”. My luck hadn’t lasted long; I was broken and any resistance I might of once had was gone, I simply stood there and let her ‘baby’ me… it couldn’t get any worse than this. The spaceship had crashed after all.

While his mum continued ‘helping’ me, Jake asked Luke if I was wearing nappies again. Quite openly in front of everyone, Luke explained to him how I’d left my nappy on last night, had been wet this morning and how I would need to wear them for a few nights until I proved I could be trusted to be dry, “… but don’t worry Jake, even if he’s allowed to stop wearing them in a few days, he will be wearing one for the sleepover on Friday… we don’t want Josh to be the only one do we!”

“That’s so funny… now they really are the same!!! Josh and Mark wear nappies! Josh and Mark wear nappies! Josh and Mark wear…”, a crying Josh flung himself at me, thankfully knocking his mother’s hand away from further humiliating me. Ashamedly, I didn’t put much effort into calming him. I was a general state of shell-shock from the crash.

Just when I thought I’d got away with it, when my foreskin had stepped forward - or slipped forward’ - to save me, it had all suddenly gone horribly wrong. Mr. Willy had gone to sleep and made himself very small allowing my skin to slip back over the head all on it’s own. But Mr. Willy had also made me look like a baby who needed help getting ready to have his nappy put on later. I think Mum’s going to be doing that, she’d taken my nappy off this morning and it seems will be putting one back on me tonight… and I haven’t worn anything inbetween - a day of total enforced nudity as Mrs. Green had said was needed. Complete nudity; I haven’t even worn my trainers. WHY IS SHE FUCKING ALLOWING ALL OF THIS? Why is Mum letting Mrs. Stevens touch my willy? Why isn’t she telling her to stop, or telling Luke to stop. What can’t she see? She must know this all so fucking wrong! This is not in any fucking way appropriate but she’s standing by letting it all happen… if she would just stop my fucking nudity all this other shit would stop with it.

She thinks it’s okay for me to be nude because I hadn’t started growing any pubic hair, but if only she left it at that. I mean would it really matter if she saw me briefly in the shower or getting out of bed in the morning to put my underpants on? Would brief moments for a few seconds or a minute at most be that bad? Probably not if I had a bigger willy and some hair to be proud of and if I was only seen fleetingly now and again. My problem is what they can see when I’m naked rather than the nudity itself - exposing my greatest shame for all to see. Still as bald as baby with a baby willy to match.

But with Luke telling her a load of bunkum about me being shy and possible bullying at school, she’s decided I’ve got a modesty issue; one that needs solving immediately for my own good and one that requires more than fleeting nudity. Luke’s initial idea to have me remain naked has now been endorsed by the highest authority, Mrs. Green, but what does Mrs. Stevens rubbing baby lotion into my willy and other bits have to do with excessive modesty or it’s cure? I wish she’d tell, because I don’t see the link between nudity as a cure and what just fucking happened.

No longer being ‘babied’, I slowly became aware of what was going on around me. Jake’s mum delivered a few smacks over his shorts to his bum, admonished him for teasing his bother and informed him that he too would be wearing a pull-up to bed tonight and would be sleeping with her so she could make sure he didn’t taking off. This set him off howling and crying like a baby so Luke took him down the to the end of garden. The end of the garden is great place for upset little boys. I however wanted to go somewhere else.

I’d had enough of being around everyone,“Err… mum? I think I’ve had a bit too much sun, can I go and lay down for half an hour please”. I wanted to be alone.

“I suppose you forgot to put on any sunscreen… honestly Mark, you’d forget your head if it wasn’t screwed on… just for half an hour but no more than that, we’ve got guests… I thought we’d play a game with the boys, something that we can all do together”. It was a sunny cloudless day, but I didn’t forget to ask her for sunscreen earlier, I deliberately didn’t ask for fear she would want to be the one to apply it. Looks like I got what I deserved for being a naughty boy and ‘forgetting’. Nice Mrs. Stevens from up the road got to apply something else to me instead.

“Did Josh put on sunscreen?”.

“Yes, I only had to do his back, he did the rest himself”.

“What I actually meant was did he do ‘everywhere’… I’m sure he wasn’t planning on spending the afternoon playing in the nude”. I hadn’t ‘planned’ on doing any such thing either.

“Oh yes, he insisted on putting it on everywhere for some reason. If he’s now going to be spending his days naked like Mark I’ll have to stock up with a few more bottles of the stuff”.

“Can I come with you Mark?”, he mumbled, not even lifting his head up from my chest. I hadn’t been aware he was still attached to me. I wouldn’t be alone. As much as I desperately wanted to be, someone needed his big brother.

“Err… well… err… if it’s okay with your Mum, then… yeah… maybe you could do with a little rest as well”. I thought he should ask her, just in case she thought it might be odd that two boys wanted to go for a lay down together. With my mind all over the place at the moment, I forgot we’d be doing exactly this when we had our sleepover, so she’d hardly have a problem with it now.

“Please mummy! I’ve had too much, you know… err… the sun… err… what Mark said”, it was obvious he wanted to be with me and not left alone or be anywhere near his brother.

“Okay Josh, 30 minutes and then come back. I agree with Mrs. Wilson, it’s such a lovely warm afternoon, we should all play a game together to end the day on a good note. In the meantime I’m going to have another word with your brother…”.

“...and I am going to be having a word with Luke, I didn’t like what he said to Josh and I think he might be encouraging Jake. If he doesn’t smarten up his act he’ll be wearing a nappy too on Friday!”

We lay on my bed, I didn’t really want to talk but I knew he would want to. Even though I felt a tiny bit let down by him twice this afternoon - he could of said my nudity was why he’d been upset and didn’t want to come over today, if he had I would have been allowed to put on some clothes; similarly when Jake told me to pull my foreskin back to see if my willy would look like Josh’s, he’d been curious and wanted me to do it - he wasn’t being like Luke or Jake; Josh wasn’t trying to make me feel bad, he wasn’t trying to humiliate me; he was just being 7 years old. If he needs to talk I’d let him and be his big brother, I couldn’t be mean to Josh, he was a young boy, with no friends and little shit of a brother.

“Mark?”, as predicted he wants to talk, “Erm… have I done something wrong? Are you mad with me?”, he actually sounded scared, there was a definite tremble in is voice.

I turned onto my side so I could look at him. He was lying on his back looking up at the ceiling. His eyes were watery, he looked as if he was about to cry again.

“You haven’t done anything wrong Josh”, he looked so worried but I wasn’t lying to make him feel better - because whatever had happened today that I thought he could have prevented, he wasn’t the instigator; none of it was his fault; he really hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Why would you think that?”

Silence. This is how conversations go with Josh sometimes. Maybe I have done something to upset him, or, perhaps not done something even, maybe I’ve been not been doing my best for him, so occupied and consumed with my own situation and feelings perhaps I’d ignored his feelings. I was trying to think of what could have made him feel I was mad at him when he interrupted my thoughts…

“Can I give you a cuddle?”.

“WHAT!?!”, it’s not lost on me that this is my usual response to a lot of questions or situations I find myself in.

“I think you’re upset or maybe feeling sad. Sometimes when I feel sad Mummy gives me a cuddle and it makes me feel better. I want YOU! to feel better and thought a cuddle might HELP!”, he’s back to his whiny voice… but not in a bratty way. He could give me a cuddle but not until I resolved what had been gnawing away at me since he’d arrived.

“Josh… you always knew you’d be nakkie today didn’t you?”

“No I didn’t”. Not a great denial, but a small smile told me I was right.

“Your brother told you not to wear your little undies didn’t he?”, I laughed, which felt good actually, and his smile grew bigger. “You knew you would take your shorts off at some point and after we played in the pool you could have put them back on, but you had guessed I wouldn’t be wearing any clothes, never once did you seem surprised that I was nakkie today and I think you had already decided before you arrived that you would be nakkie too. Am I right?”, I wanted desperately to understand something… something only he could answer.

“I just wanted to be the same as you and I just guessed you would be nakkie so I decided I would be too… I wanted to do it for YOU! THAT’S ALL! I haven’t done anything wrong… I HAVEN’T!“

“Josh! Don’t get upset… I’m not mad at you… I just want to know…”

“I MEAN IT! I don’t care if everyone saw my willy! There’s nothing wrong with my willy, just because I’ve been chopped doesn’t mean it’s… it’s… SOB!… sometimes… SOB!…… sometimes Jake says… it’s… SOB!… he says… he makes fun of me… SOB!… it’s not my fault… I just want to be the same as everyone else… and I want to be like YOU!”

“JOSH! There is nothing wrong with your willy!”.

I spent the next 5 minutes calming him down and made him realise being ‘chopped’ wasn’t anything to feel bad or ashamed about and certainly didn’t make him any less of a boy . Jake, like Luke, was a Peacock. Displaying his feathers to assert his status as the bigger boy - using their differences, like bedwetting and being circumcised, to make Josh feel like the lesser of two boys despite being the same age. It’s exactly what Luke is doing to me.

“Josh, do you still want to give me a cuddle?”.

“Yeah… can I?”.

“Course you can, come here… I think we both need one”.

I pulled Josh on top of me and let him wrap his little arms around me as he lay his head on my chest. I took a few deep breaths. It felt nice. His tight grip making me feel secure. I felt protected. Josh really was my suit of armour.

“Mark?”

“Yeah?”

“How did you work out I was always going to go nakkie?”

“That was easy Josh, your mum said you put sunscreen on…… EVERYWHERE!”

He grinned mischievously. Yesterday when I went to the beach I hadn’t applied any sunscreen to my bum or boy bits because I hadn't expected them to be seeing the sun. Josh’s mum had given me the final clue to solve puzzle. Unlike me, Josh had done his bum and bits because once his shorts were off he never intended to put them on again and he didn’t want a burnt willy. Clever boy is Josh!

“Now Josh, one last question for you… how did my little brother know I would be nakkie today? Jake didn’t tell you… so how did you know?”

“I had a feeling that’s all, he didn’t tell me. Sometimes me and Jake have these feelings about each other… but I don’t know what they are, we just get them and we don’t need to talk or anything, we just know stuff. Mummy says we get them because we’re twins and I got the feeling again today but it wasn’t about Jake it was about you, so that means me and you are twins, and the feeling told me you would be nakkie today…”, I started to cry.

“... am I not cuddling you properly Mark? It’s supposed to make you feel better. Mummy says…”

“No, Josh… SOB!… you… SOB!… you are doing it right… SOB!… I’m not crying… because you’re doing it wrong… SOB!… I’m just happy that’s all… SOB!… happy to have the bestest, kindest little brother… SOB!… I could ever have wished for”, and with that I wrapped own arms around him, pulled him tight to my chest and let my tears flow; happy ones.

We lay there together; two naked boys; for the first time today I was unconcerned about my nudity and I wasn’t embarrassed to be cuddling another boy. It felt completely pure. He needed me, I needed him. Josh said he’d had a feeling this morning and acted on it to make me feel better. I had a feeling, not an instinct or telepathic feeling like his, just a normal feeling that I could act upon to make him feel better about something.

“Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“You are a beautiful boy in every way, every part of you is beautiful; and I do mean every part of you. I want you to understand that, okay?”.

“Umm… yeah… okay”

“I mean it Josh, every part of you. By the end of tomorrow I promise you that we really will be the same. I will be exactly the same as EVERY part of you”.


So it had been another unexpected day of forced nudity for Mark, I hope you enjoyed it even though Mark didn’t. Will his mum decide to continue his nudity as a cure for his modesty? Will Luke’s new rules lead to further humiliations for him? And what has he promised Josh?