Wild Ones: Sharing with my twin brother

We shared everything else ... why not men?

The white flag waved furiously as I passed the starting point going into the final circuit of the last moto. Another half a mile and I would be taking home this year's motocross championship.

I cranked my throttle, took a berm turn, flew, and then got some serious controlled air as I navigated a double jump. Then another berm turn and a section of rollers.

I took a quick peek over my shoulder. My twin brother, Samuel, was half a bike's length behind me and kept creeping forward then falling back, almost passing me each time.

His speed and technique were impressive as usual. He was the only other person in the competition I needed to worry about. As in most things, we liked to compete with one another.

The crazier the competition the better.

Our mom called us the wild ones.

I pulled ahead during a rhythm section, then dug hard through a series of turns. Tucked my bike as I lifted it through a step-up. Then a step-down, landing it with style.

More hard turns. A drop-off, snaking turns with an acceleration chop and an annoying string of braking bumps made it difficult to pick up speed for the double jump, but I cruised through it with perfection, showing off with a gorgeous up-nac pose after checking I was clear to do one. I was a bit of a showoff and confident I could afford a few seconds.

Ahead was the finish line, and I focused on it. The noise of all the motorbikes was incredible, everyone pushing their machines to propel them into the lead. They didn't stand a chance.

Samuel snuck up beside me out of nowhere. I leaned forward and yanked the throttle. So did my brother. We skidded through the final sharp turn, barely keeping it together, then gunned it.

I wasn't sure whose chest crossed the line first. It was too close for us to tell. We drove down the course a few feet to clear a space for the other participants to finish the race.

Once everyone was across, we rode back to the start line, removed our helmets, and waited. A few marshals created a tight huddle, looking at the photo finish that would decide who won. When they broke, I sucked in a breath. My epic trick might have cost me the cup.

"The first-place winner having come in first in this final moto and with an overall total of forty-seven points is … Sawyer Carter!"

I grinned, soaking in the crowd cheering wildly for me. As I turned and waved at them, Samuel leapt at me, wrapped his arms around my neck, and jerked me around.

What an absolute rush. For the third year in a row, I won. Before that, my twin brother had kept shutting me out. Samuel slung his arm around my shoulders once he released my neck.

I touched my head to his then went to collect my trophy and take my place on the winners' podium. It was only because my final moto had put me in first place that I won the championship. My brother had won the first race but muffed the second by a fraction of a second.

Those were the rules.

"The second-place winner with an overall total of forty-seven points is … Samuel Carter!" After that announcement, I whistled with the shrillest sound I could manage. My brother wandered to the podium, grinning, and took his place beside me … where he belonged.

Always together. Always by my side.

After the third-place competitor was announced, we posed for never-ending photos, then the crowds calmed down, and we headed toward our parents.

Mom was practically bouncing on her toes as we approached. Beyond thrilled. Our biggest cheerleader. Despite our MX kit being covered in dirt, she hugged us both, squeezing way too hard as our helmets dangled against her back, and we held her one after the other.

Her excitement felt damned good. We were beaming by the time Dad gave us one of his toxic masculinity, single-arm hugs. Our dad … in his mind, couldn't be seen as emotional over our wins.

The acknowledgment he did offer us would be good enough. My twin brother and I had learned to accept what he had to give. We hadn't exactly turned out the way he hoped.

"I'm so proud of you boys." Mom had tears in her eyes as she spoke. She cupped each of our faces. Faces that to the uninitiated were identical. Sleek dark blond hair, high cheekbones, and pale blue eyes. Only close friends and family could tell us apart.

A fact we used on many occasions while in high school. Even now in college, there were some subjects one of us excelled in over the other, deciding who would sit which exams.

It was perfect.

I pounded Samuel's back as we guided our bikes to our truck. There was a closeness between us that only twins would understand. It felt as if we were joined on a soul-deep cosmic level.

We shared our lives. Lived in the same cramped apartment, jointly owned our new-to-us truck, worked part-time at a motorcycle repair shop, and took the same courses to get the same degree. Chances were, we would set up a company together once we were done school.

Our passion was working on motorbikes, but we had promised our parents we would complete a university degree in business before we opened a repair shop of our own.

Probably for the best. Running a business would make use of what we were learning. Both in school and at the motorcycle shop. We had time. Time to learn … and time to play.

And we both liked to play. The college was the perfect place to pick up guys. The gay ones were out and proud, easy to spot, and the curious ones came to us, ready to experiment.

Much to our dad's disappointment, it was obvious since kindergarten which side we likely preferred to butter our bread on. Of course, it wasn't a given that both of us would be gay.

We'd just gotten lucky.

Still, coming out as gay at seventeen had taken a lot of courage. Especially since our parents had been allowing boys to sleep over for much of our teenage years.

If they'd caught us and found out what we'd been up to with some of our overnight guests, they would have grounded us for life. Some of the things we'd done still fueled us.

Before we headed to our apartment, we dropped off our bikes at our parents' house, tucking them safely into their garage. We only lived ten minutes from our parents in a three-story walk-up. We could have continued to live at home while we were going to college.

It would have saved money, but we decided it would cramp our style. We each brought home quite a few men each week. Samuel not as many as me. Of the two of us, he was on the shy side.

Me … I was gregarious to a fault.

I was aware of the guys my twin brother brought into his bedroom. They tended to be on the slender willowy side whereas I preferred the muscular jocks.

We'd been propositioned to complete a threesome on occasion over the years. We always turned them down. It was a bridge we hadn't felt comfortable crossing.

Yet.

I had been thinking about it.

I just wasn't sure how to broach the subject with Samuel.

At home, Samuel showered first while I wiped down our leather MX kit. When he came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, my gaze went straight to the long scar on his left arm.

My twin brother had wiped out while practicing a few years ago. He'd received a bad break that required surgery. He'd been worried it was the end of his motocross competing days.

Hardly.

I smirked at him.

He raised one eyebrow. "What?"

"Just admiring how hot you are."

Samuel chuckled. "Funny."

He headed for his bedroom, and I replaced him in the bathroom for my shower. Later, dressed and in the kitchen, we settled in to make dinner together. We decided on cheeseburgers.

Easy and quick. We were both starving after competing for hours.

Samuel cooked the cheese-topped patties as I prepared the toasted buns, tomato slices, and condiments. I dug around in the fridge for the slices of cooked bacon left over from breakfast.

Everything ready, we created our towers of goodness and sat at the kitchen table to eat them. We had just finished our second burgers when someone knocked on our door.

Not sure who it could be. We hadn't buzzed anyone in.

"I'll start the dishes," Samuel said and rose to his feet. "You get the door."

"Good deal." I bounded toward the door, curiosity piquing my interest in who our mystery visitor might be. I hoped it wasn't someone who'd snuck in to sell stuff.

I pulled open the door and I swear my mouth dropped open.

Holy crap.

Standing in front of me was a guy about our age … and fucking gorgeous. Dark curly hair, a perky button nose, sultry brown eyes, and lips so kissable I was afraid I'd start drooling. I didn't care if he was there to sell us stuff. I'd buy everything he had on him.

"Who is it?" Samuel stepped up beside me. He gripped my arm. "Jeezus."

The guy's gaze darted back and forth between the two of us, his eyes widening. He kept blinking, his mouth popping open and closed.

After Samuel's initial evaluation of our visitor, no one was speaking.

The beautiful man cleared his throat. "Sorry to bother you."

I smirked at him. "You're no bother at all." And winked at him.

Did I mention, I'm shameless.

He pointed toward the ceiling. "I just moved in."

Samuel leaned against the doorframe. "Welcome to the neighborhood."

The guy looked down at his hands that were now fiddling in front of his abs; obviously flustered. He was adorable. More Samuel's speed but I'd be into taking him for a ride.

I touched my chest. "I'm Sawyer. My much uglier brother is Samuel."

"Right." He cleared his slender throat. "I'm Corey. I wanted to make sure I wasn't annoying you." He shook our hands. His palms were soft and smooth … and gloriously warm.

"How could you possibly annoy us?" I asked.

"I'm moving a lot of stuff around above you."

"Need any help?" Samuel asked, which made me grin. My, wasn't he being forward.

Corey chewed on the inside of his cheek as he looked at Samuel and then me. Our gaze taking him in must have been incredibly hungry because he surprised me.

"Is that code for something else?" he asked. "Cuz, I'd be into that. I've been moving all day and I'm so sick of it. I could use a break. And twins … who could pass that up?"

Samuel pushed off the doorframe. "We don't do that … together."

I gripped my brother's forearm and looked at him. "Maybe we shouldn't be so hasty."

This was the perfect time to talk about this. When we were teenagers, we shared a bedroom. Listening to Samuel be fucked by his latest conquest across the room had always made me curious.

We shared everything else … why not men?

Samuel furrowed his brow at me then looked at Corey. "Could you give us a second?"

Corey nodded and Samuel closed the door, separating us from him. In the privacy of our front entry, he tilted his head to one side. "What are you suggesting?"

"I don't want to decide who gets to fuck him. He's interested in both of us."

Samuel crossed his arms. "But together … we've never done that."

"I've thought about it."

My twin brother's eyebrows shot up. "You have?"

"And you haven't?" I shoved his shoulder. "I don't believe that."

Samuel sighed. "Of course, I have. But not in a fucking you sort of way."

I shook my head. "Me either. But we could share Corey."

"How?"

"Spit roast the hell out of him."

Samuel grinned at me. "Okay, that sounds intriguing enough to sway me."

I popped open our front door. Thankfully, Corey was still standing there.

"Did you decide?" he asked. "I could use double the attention today."

I touched Corey's shoulder and then ran my fingers into his wild unruly hair. He pursed his lips at me and leaned into my touch. We needed to decide where and when we were doing this.

"Ours or yours?" Samuel asked, reading my mind.

"My queen-sized mattress is still on the floor," Corey answered. "Might be easier for three of us to maneuver if we're not worried about falling off a bed."

"When?" I asked and released Corey.

"Give me half an hour to have a shower and clean myself up for the two of you."

I swear, I growled. Corey was ticking all the boxes for an entertaining evening. Not that I minded bottoming, but unlike my brother, I was more than a little toppy than him.

His calls of, "Harder," often made it to my bedroom through the walls. Always made my cock hard. I'd stroked myself off to the sound of Samuel fucking a multitude of times over the years.

"We'll be up in thirty," I said to Corey.

He flashed a devious smile at both of us. "Sweet."

Pretty sure we both watched Corey's perfect ass as he headed for the stairs. Samuel groaned and twisted back into the living room, running a hand through his hair. He dropped onto our worn leather couch and raked both hands through his blond strands.

He looked up at me. "What are we doing?"

I sat beside him. "Experimenting. We share everything else. Why not this?"

Samuel leaned against my shoulder. "I'm all in. That guy has my cock so fucking hard."

I placed my hand on his thigh. "Me too." Sighing, I rolled my eyes, overwhelmed with thoughts of my brother on the mattress upstairs with me, taking turns fucking Corey.

My insides felt as though an explosion of fireworks were about to be set off. Waiting the thirty minutes we promised Corey was going to be agony.

Samuel nuzzled against my cheek and then kissed it. It sent shivers down my spine. As young teenagers, we had played around with practicing kissing. We'd left it behind as we aged.

Now, I knew it was on Samuel's mind.

My brother touched my chin and turned my head. I clung to his arm as he brushed his lips across mine. The kiss that followed was soft and tentative, unsure. I broke the agony of him wondering if he'd made a mistake by grasping his neck and deepening the kiss.

It was an odd sensation kissing someone who was anatomically identical. Like you were kissing yourself. Except, Samuel had his own technique different than mine. He was a soulful kisser. Deep and seductive. Whereas I leaned toward being aggressive … hungrier.

The give and take of our differences made the kiss beyond memorable. Samuel shuffled closer and gripped my face. Another move and he straddled my thighs. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him. My brother was my best friend. Nothing about this felt wrong.

Samuel slipped his tongue into my mouth, exploring. I tangled my tongue with his, tasting him. I brushed my hands up his spine to his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Then back down and tugged his hips forward until our hard cocks were pressed together. He rocked against me, moaning. My urgency to take it further surged.

We were getting too worked up. We needed to save all this sexual tension for Corey. He was going to be our plaything tonight. I broke the kiss and kept my forehead on Samuel's.

"That was perfect," I said.

"Not sure why we ever stopped kissing."

"Advanced onto fucking guys, I guess."

Samuel set a quick kiss on my lips. "I've missed it."

I ran my hand through his hair. "Me too." I brushed my hand across his shoulder and down his arm as he leaned back. "Want to game before we head upstairs?"

"Might be a good distraction." My brother clambered off me, his cock tenting his pants. My touch and the anticipation of fucking Corey had done that to him.

I got my mind off my twin brother's dick and into the motocross racing game, wanting to win like I'd done in real life. Not so lucky. Samuel tore out ahead of me and over the finish line time after time. I lifted my phone to look at the clock. Half an hour had passed.

"Time to head up there?" Samuel asked.

I popped off the couch. "Can't wait to get my hands on that tight little body of his."

My brother grinned at me. "Don't be greedy, Sawyer."

We crowded one another as we hurried toward the door. "I promise to share."

After locking our door, we jogged up the stairs to the third floor. I tapped on Corey's door and then turned to Samuel. His lips were on mine before I even had a chance to suggest I needed another kiss from him.

"Jeezus, that's hot." Corey's whispering voice from the doorway was low and sultry, turning to a whimper of sorts as Samuel and I continued our all-consuming kiss.

Realizing we would never be sated when it came to one another, we took a reluctant break and turned our attention to Corey, both of us breathing heavily.

I approached Corey, leaned down, and took his beautiful mouth with mine. When he was sufficiently weak, I released him to Samuel, who dismantled him further.

Corey was trembling as he took one of our hands each, walked backward, and led us into his apartment. It was a mess of boxes and haphazardly arranged furniture.

We bypassed those and headed straight for the bedroom.

Corey wasn't wasting any time. As promised, the boxspring and mattress were on the floor, dressed with a simple bottom sheet and a mess of towels.

I stroked my fingers down Corey's spine, making him quiver.

"PrEP?" Samuel asked from tight against me.

"Yes," Corey answered. "And my last test was clear."

"Us too," Samuel answered. "Both counts."

I fingered the bottom edge of Corey's shirt then lifted it off over his head. I tossed it on the floor, tucked my lips against his ear, and gripped his bare shoulders.

"We are going to fill you so full."

The only answer from Corey was a groan.

Samuel sank to his knees at my side and undid the tie on Corey's sweatpants. As he pulled them down, he kissed the trimmed patch of Corey's pubes above his cock. Corey was going commando, and his dick sprang free. Samuel ran his nose up its length, inhaling.

I joined my twin brother in caressing Corey's cock with our lips. Samuel darted his tongue out and licked his velvety shaft from root to tip. I copied him, dragging my tongue alongside Samuel's. Corey tasted like natural soap mixed with incredible musk.