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Waking up naked was different from wearing PJs all my life, especially in a conservative little town in the northern states of America. But what made it more taboo was having Marco and Paolo on either side of me, sharing blood and DNA just as much as we shared our forbidden love through heart and body. My eighteen-year-old identical twin brothers. Yep, I could get used to this new life—spoiled even. Who cared if they had their own room with a king-size bed? I had my own little apartment in the basement of our small farmhouse, also with a king-size bed that made room for them every single night while Mom and Dad were asleep—we set an alarm on our phones.

There was one problem, though. Sex. And lots of it. Well, maybe not sex in and of itself, but the fact that I had beautiful twins for brothers was a constant distraction if we were in the same room. Being naked together didn’t help, especially with their sexy bodies, hence the reason I’d come three times last night before bed—with them, of course. How many would there be this morning?

It was Friday, the start of the weekend. Well, for the three of us because we’d planned a road trip for the weekend, the first of hopefully many. I was still in bed, smiling at my sleeping brothers on either side of me. Soon, they would wake up when the alarm went off. I smiled at the thought of embarking on a new adventure in my life—in our lives. Now that it was summer, it was the perfect time to celebrate the end of my third year of college and the twins’ last year of high school.

Marco and Paolo’s emotional high school graduation in May had brought me to tears the moment I’d watched them walk across the stage together with proud faces—yes, together. From teasing and bickering just a few years back, to the most beautiful bond a brotherhood could offer. It wasn’t even all about the hot sex, but also our feelings for each other. While it would take a while longer for the shame to go away because of the social stigma, I knew more than ever that I couldn’t be apart from them in a sexual sense.

But what about romantically? What would that be like? How did it work, and when could it happen? Did it hurt as much as those with broken hearts claimed it did? I had never fallen in love with anyone before, not even when I’d been Jenny’s boyfriend for over six months, an exhausting lie I was relieved to finally be out of.

Jenny. She had been as heartbroken as I’d worried she’d be, but I’d had no choice. The love and happiness hadn’t existed on my part. I still felt like a coward because I couldn’t have told her the truth. Now, she believed I would join the monastery after I graduated from university next year. I’d be twenty-two by then, still young enough for that kind of life, since it was more common to start young. While she had wanted to be supportive, given she was more faithfully Catholic than I was, she’d needed time to ponder whether she could talk to me again. Well, we did see each other at church every Sunday, but she’d put me on ignore for the time being. She wasn’t ready yet, and I couldn’t blame her. I prayed she’d find a man who could truly love her the way she deserved to be loved.

I cuddled against Paolo who slept on my left side, the wall side. My average-size erection grew with anticipation from both the feeling of him and his natural manly scent. I ran my fingers through his dark hair, longish and beanie-friendly—the twins often wore beanies. I planted a light kiss on the nape of his neck, and another, and another. Why did I now feel dreamy about him? Well, about both of my brothers, but Paolo seemed to love me as beyond just a sibling, which made me question my own feelings and emotions.

The next thing I knew, Marco snuggled with me. My backside felt good against his frontside. Unlike Paolo, he showed his feelings less often, but still enough for me to see how his heart worked and what it told me (in private). While he probably might not feel exactly what Paolo did, he still acted as if he had a crush on me whenever he felt bold enough to reveal his heart to me. Taking after our macho father, it wasn’t a surprise he had slowly warmed up to being that way with me. We were supposed to be the Campo men who never cried, after all.

Marco let out a little moan, telling me how comfortable he was. He rubbed his monster erection slowly against my trimmed crack.

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As soon as I joined the others to eat, they melodically belted out, “Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday, dear Carlo… Happy birthday to you!” Then, a small round of applause.

I felt like I was so red in the face now that the attention had completely shifted to me before I could prepare for it, all for everyone to witness every single reaction coming from me until the focus waned.

Mom gave me a warm smile, then got up to hug me so tightly that I immediately felt the love she had for me. She gave me several dramatic smooches on my head and then softened again. “I love you.” Then, she sat back down and continued eating with the others.

But would Mom love the real me? Or rather, the me I’d been discovering that might not be real just yet but most likely could be—or was? Maybe I needed to calm down and eat my birthday breakfast.

While eating, we had the usual conversations about various topics. I was relieved that the brief mention of political news didn’t go much anywhere since my family was conservative and I was…somewhere on the spectrum these days, not sure anymore. All I knew was that I was less uptight about different types of people after my foreign experiences in a diverse university. Either way, I tended to avoid that stuff. Each to their own.

Marco and Paolo were mostly quiet, talking here and there as if nothing had happened between them last night. They obviously had to be discreet, but Mom and Dad never suspected a thing. Why would they?

I managed a little smile, barely looking at anyone while eating my meal. When I briefly glanced at Marco and Paolo for the millionth time, they looked back for a split second before moving elsewhere. What was it about these two that made me feel stuff I shouldn’t be feeling? For the past few years, I had tried my hardest to block any of such thoughts, only for them to barge inside in full force ever since I’d flown back home for Spring Break. Seeing the twins in a whole new light had changed me forever. There was no turning back; it was too late.

But their naked bodies…just one touch…a taste…

Both brothers… Can I do stuff with you guys…?

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I quietly went upstairs to Marco and Paolo’s room. The anxiousness took over me, leaving a grin on my face. The central heater was on, so they wouldn’t hear my creaking steps. I tiptoed down the short, squared hallway and stopped at the door on the right, which was cracked open. Their room and mine were the only two upstairs, along with a full bathroom in between that only the three of us used. Mom and Dad had the master bedroom downstairs with their own spa-like bathroom.

I reached the door and peered through the crack. My eyes widened. Boy, oh, boy! Marco stood behind Paolo against a new king-size bed I’d never seen before. They were naked, their clothes on the wood floor.

The central heater turned off, and their heavy breathing was now the only sound.

I fought hard to control my own breaths because of how silent it suddenly was in the whole house. Why were they doing this? When had this been going on? We were family, known by everyone as the Campo brothers because of how much we stood out in a WASP town. We shared the same DNA. We had been raised Catholic and didn’t even believe in cussing, let alone fornication. This was wrong!

Marco rubbed himself in between Paolo’s small, round buns. Both released the horniest breaths I’d ever heard from them. Paolo’s hands were on the edge of the bed while Marco had his arms hanging down, their brown eyes full of lust. It might have been humping, but it was still forbidden.

Yet the more I watched, the bigger the bulge in my jeans grew.

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