Asstr Twins

🔞 ALL INFORMATION CLICK HERE 👈🏻👈🏻👈🏻

Asstr Twins
Copyright 2022 by briefsboy14
all rights reserved
THE TWINS By briefsboy14 briefsboy14@yahoo.com SUMMARY
A humiliating set of events is set in motion on a morning to forget for
one of the 14-year-old twins, Mark and Luke. The story takes place
around the early 1990’s and is set in the UK. Chapter 1 – Saturday morning
Growing up as a twin was great. You always had a friend from first
thing waking up to last thing at night going to bed, someone to talk
to, someone to play with, someone to annoy or fight with and someone to
be friends with again after. Me and my brother got on well. We were
close and did most things together enjoying the company of each other,
we sometimes fought but never for very long. Although we were close, we
were not inseparable. We shared the same circle of friends in general
but were capable of doing our own thing independent of each other. We
weren’t clingy in other words. Most people treated us equally and as
two individual people though inevitable comparisons were often drawn,
the usual ‘one is better at something than the other’ sort of thing. It
never bothered us when people made these sorts of comparisons, though
we both hated being referred to as ‘The Twins’ as it suggested we were
not individuals and made an assumption that we were alike in every way.
We definitely liked being twins but retained a strong sense of being an
individual and were different in mannerism and the like. Little did I
know lying in bed that morning that after being a twin for 14 years I
was definitely going to feel like less of a twin and more of a little
brother. My brother and I shared a bedroom, we were both awake
but still in bed one Saturday morning when our mother rushed in
shouting for us to get up quickly, there was an emergency and she
needed our help right away; apparently, she had started running a bath,
got distracted cooking our breakfast and it had overflowed before she
returned to it. She wanted us to help mop up the water and clean the
bathroom while she finished cooking breakfast for us. We both said okay
but didn’t move to get out of bed, waiting for her to leave the
bedroom. “Come on then you two, get up now! Before the water does any
damage” Mum said, still making no effort or sign of leaving the room,
probably as she knew we were never good at getting up at the weekends
and would just stay in bed for a bit longer like usual. I
slept in the nude as I hated pyjamas and had stopped wearing them a few
years back, my brother did the same. I thought she must know we slept
nude as when we ditched the pyjamas Mum had asked what we would wear to
bed instead and had laughed when we cheekily replied ‘nothing!’, so
couldn’t understand why she didn’t leave the room. I said we needed to
get dressed, with the emphasis on dressed, hoping she’d get the message
and leave, but she remained standing at the door looking at us, she
wasn’t going anywhere. “Mum, err, can you close the door and I
promise we will get up right away and get dressed and go to the
bathroom, it’s just that we err, you know, we err don’t wear anything
to sleep in” I blushed as I said this to her, for some reason it was
awkward to even have to mention I was naked under the covers to my
mother. I wasn’t really listening, I just wanted her to leave, but her
reply was along the lines of “you haven’t got anything I haven’t seen
before and neither has your brother, and boys shouldn’t be so modest at
your age. Besides you can do it without your clothes so they won’t get
wet and need washing”. She hadn’t seen either of us naked for many
years, and I felt my face go even redder – I definitely caught the last
bit, when she suggested we could go to bathroom naked. My brother was
blushing too still under his own covers in the other bed. “Both of you
get up now or you will be grounded for the weekend, stop dallying and
being such silly boys, it was your own choice not to wear pyjamas
anymore or even your underpants to sleep in, come along now there is
nothing you have that I haven’t already seen so get moving!”, she was
clearly getting angry at our reluctance to get up and sort out the
problem in the bathroom for her, and she still showed no intention of
leaving us alone to get up and dressed first. Under her
watchful gaze, under the sheets I covered my boy bits with by hands and
reluctantly but quickly slipped out of bed seeing my brother doing the
same. I reached for the cupboard to get some shorts, “What did I just
tell you? You’ve taken too long to get up already, I told you can do it
as you are I’m not washing more clothes today. Off you go now, and do
not test my patience again either of you, I’m not in the mood for any
nonsense this morning”. Jesus! She’d got out the wrong side of bed this
morning. We dashed to get past her with our bits covered by our hands
to get to the safety of the bathroom. When we got there we
were giggling, I didn’t like being naked around my Mum but strangely it
felt comical running through the house like a pair of 5 year olds and
was quite a laugh really. I thought if Mum wasn’t here, it could have
been fun running round together in the nude just messing around all
day. We pushed the door over to hide our nakedness while we grabbed
towels to soak up the water from the floor, really there wasn’t much to
clear up and it didn’t need both of us to do it. My mother could have
done it herself frankly I thought. Neither of us had any
problem being naked in each other’s presence as we shared a room and we
saw each other undressing and dressing each night and each morning. I
knew his penis and testicles were bigger than mine and he had a fair
amount of brown pubic hair, not very thick but it covered his pubic
region respectably. Likewise, he knew what I looked like too. We never
said anything about these sort of things as it was never an issue for
us, or so I thought. Our mother came back to the bathroom
and thanked us just as we were finishing clearing up the water on
floor– both of us jumped up off our knees and quickly used the wet
towels we had used to mop up the water to hide our bits when we heard
her voice. The door must not have closed properly, I didn’t want Mum
seeing my boy bits and clearly neither did my brother, no boy does once
he’s past 8 or 9 years old! She said for us to put the wet towels in
the washing machine in the kitchen and then sit down at the kitchen
table as breakfast was now cooked and plated. I was
conscious again of my nudity in front of my mother and very grateful I
had a towel to hide behind but still felt completely exposed and very
nervous for some reason. My brother said that we’d be along for
breakfast but that we would just go and get dressed first but Mum said
no, we were to go to the kitchen immediately as breakfast would be
going cold and there was no need to get dressed saying how cute we both
looked and telling us again that she’d seen us naked growing up. We
both complained saying that was ages ago, my brother adding that we
were 14 now, but her voice told us we were not expected to argue.
She then told us we’d be getting a spanking if we didn’t get a move on,
I don’t think either of us had been spanked since we were 5 or 6 and we
both hesitated, not sure if she was just playing with us or was
actually being serious. Neither of us had moved and at this point she’d
obviously had enough, without warning she grabbed the towels I was
holding from me, spun me round and delivered a sharp smack to each bum
cheek. Before I knew what was happening she spun me back round and
looked my body up and down before I had thought to cover up, I
rectified this immediately using my hands this time. She slapped them
away when she saw what I was doing admonishing me for playing with my
“little willy” (as she called it) saying I was just a little boy and
had no reason for modest behaviour as I didn’t have any hair down
there. Oh God! She had seen my penis and now knew I was still as bald
as when she had last seen me naked years ago! Then she was shouting
again ordering us to bring the wet towels to kitchen as she had asked
and to then sit at the table for breakfast without further delay. My
brother, still shielding his penis with a towel quickly moved not
wanting a smacked bum and I quickly followed too scampering to the
kitchen with my penis bouncing around not bothering to cover back up
with my hands for fear of any another smack for being disobedient.
Mother was not in a good mood I thought. We deposited the
towels in the washing machine and then ran over to the table to sit
down where we would be at least covered somewhat from view and so could
hide our bits from our mother’s eyes. As we were doing so, mum came
into the kitchen and seemed shocked seeing my brother naked and this
time not covered up. “Luke! Oh my!,” she stuttered, “Go and put some
clothes on quickly”. He didn’t wait to be asked twice and dashed off
out the kitchen, I noticed with his hands back over his penis. What’s
going on? I didn’t understand this change of heart that she seemed to
have all of a sudden. “I’ll just go and get dressed too” I said
starting to rise from the table. Still very irritated she shouted at me
to stay where I was and eat my breakfast, adding that she’d had enough
of my childish behaviour already this morning. Luke came back in
wearing a pair of black football shorts and a white vest as I was
complaining to my mother that it wasn’t fair that he could get dressed
whilst I couldn’t. Her reply made me blush a deep shade of red and I
wanted to die on the spot. “Mark, your brother has started
growing up, it not right for him to be naked in front of his mother as
he now has hair down there. When I saw you were still hairless it
confirmed my suspicions that you hadn’t started puberty yet but then I
assumed, because you are twins, that Luke hadn’t started puberty
either. Obviously, he has started puberty and so he needs to be dressed
as an older boy should”. She then apologised to Luke for embarrassing
him and to make up for it she would treat him to something nice, then
she said the matter was closed and told him to eat breakfast. How he
managed to keep his food in his mouth I don’t know – a wide grin didn’t
leave his face. He was clearly enjoying the fact that he was allowed to
get dressed while I had to remain naked for breakfast. What did she
mean an older boy had to be dressed? We’re twins. We’re the same bloody
age! At least I was covered by the table but it was little
consolation, I still didn’t understand why I had to remain naked why
she wasn’t allowing me to get dressed, none of us ever went nude around
the house. I decided I just had to finish breakfast as quickly as
possible and then make a dash to my room and the nightmare would be
over. I was very aware that I was the only one not wearing anything and
even worse that my mum now knew I hadn’t started puberty at 14 years
old. My brother started to warm to this position of being clothed
whilst I wasn’t and started to sound like an older brother rather than
my twin. He started off on a monologue telling me not to be
embarrassed as I had nothing to be ashamed of and that all boys develop
at different rates and I should not be afraid to be seen by our mum
without clothes as I was still a boy which means it is fine to be seen
naked by an adult and especially our mother. I couldn’t believe the
shit he was coming out with whilst my mother was sat next to him all
ears, he was trying to act and sound all mature and grown up. I told
him to piss off or something similar. My mother told me to
mind my language and that I should listen to my brother, “You’re just a
late bloomer Mark, don’t worry, I am sure there are lots of boys who
don’t start puberty until 14 or 15 or even later. It is perfectly
acceptable for little boys to be naked in front of their mum so stop
blushing, you don’t need to cover up silly!”. I knew from school and
showering after PE that of the 30 boys in our class only 2 of us were
still bald where it matters most to any boy. It didn’t help that the
other boy was the youngest in our class. I ate in silence, I
had nothing I wanted to say to my mum or brother. We were just about
finishing breakfast when Luke spoke, “Mum I was thinking, can I get
some boxer shorts now I’m growing up and starting to become a man?”.
Christ almighty, he was laying it on a bit thick all because of a patch
of pubic hair. I know he was proud of it, I’d be too, but he was
starting to piss me off more and more. “No, I’m sorry Luke, I
just bought you both new underpants last week, the nice white ones that
you both like, and as they were on offer in the sale, I bought you both
some in the next size up as well. They were such a good price and I
thought it was too good a deal to pass up” his grin at last disappeared
as she said this. My brother and I hated these underpants, where she
got the idea that we liked them I don’t know, I’d never said I liked
them and doubt my brother had either. Both of us had been
asking for boxers for ages as most kids no longer wore briefs which
were considered childish and uncool. Not only were they briefs but
worse still, the rather old-fashioned white Y-fronts that almost no
14-year-old would be seen dead in. Clearly Mum thought these were still
fine for boys our age to wear, having just bought us new ones for now
and when we were another year older. She always dismissed our requests
for boxers and clearly knew nothing of the embarrassment suffered by
boys wearing briefs to school as they got older. Mum had absolutely no
idea about teenage fashion and to her, underpants were just underpants.
Luke then quickly added that earlier mum had promised him a treat. “You
assumed like Mark, that I hadn’t started puberty and was still a
hairless boy like him, I feel so uncomfortable knowing that you have
seen me naked when I already have pubic hair. I’m really upset as I
should have more privacy now!” He was almost crying but I knew he was
putting on an act for her and was trying to gain her sympathy.
“Hmm, now Luke, I do understand that you must have felt very
self-conscious and I know that I have invaded your privacy as I know
growing boys shouldn’t be seen naked once they have hair down there.
But as I said I have bought you both new underpants and it would be a
waste of good clothes, not to mention money not to wear them. I will
treat you to something else I promise”. “Please Mum!” he begged, “Mark can wear my briefs too, they won’t go to waste”.
“He’d have far too many pairs to wear if he had yours to too Luke, he’d
never wear them all and it really would be a waste of money. Don’t be
so silly Luke. There is nothing wrong with the nice underpants I have
bought you” she replied. This was dragging on, breakfast was
now long finished and I was still sitting there naked. He may have
grown hair now, but he wouldn’t be getting any boxers soon. We would
both have to carry on wearing these awful briefs and I wouldn’t be the
only one in our class wearing them if he was too. Briefs were
considered bad enough but white Y-fronts were the height of uncool.
Luke now went into overdrive, “Mark hasn’t even started puberty and he
is only 14, I’m sure he won’t grow that fast and the bigger size will
still probably fit him when he’s 16 or even older. He’ll definitely
wear all the pairs you bought and it won’t be a waste of money. Please
Mum, you promised me a treat and I really want boxers more than
anything else”. Hello? I am still sitting here Luke, thanks for
throwing me under the bus. I could feel this wasn’t going to end well
for me. I had to think of something to say. She looked at him,
I could tell she felt bad for seeing him naked, and at that moment I
just knew he was going to get the boxers he so desperately wanted. What
was the point in complaining and saying again that it was so unfair? So
I said nothing, I was defeated and so sat there feeling more and more
upset at the humiliation I had to endure. I really didn’t understand
how it was okay for me to be sitting here naked but not my twin
brother, it seemed the logic was simply because I didn’t have any pubic
hair but he did. What sort of logic was that? What parenting guide says
this sort of crap? She then turned to me and said “Stand up
for me please Mark, let me see what size you are, I didn’t really get a
proper look earlier. Don’t be embarrassed, I’ve told you it is okay for
me to see you without your clothes on haven’t I?”, I started to stammer
but before I could form any words, she lost any final shred of patience
she had, “I have told you to stand up, so stop being naughty and do
what I have asked, I don’t know what is wrong with you today. Do I have
to tell to you to do everything twice? If you test my patience any more
you will regret it. Get up from the table now, I have already seen you
naked today, so you have no reason to be acting shy, you are still a
boy after all”. She was angry and I didn’t like the sound of what might
happen if I disobeyed. Reluctantly I stood up with my hands
covering my penis. That sent her over the edge. “Don’t play with your
willy! It is very very rude Mark”, she was up from her chair, strode
over to me and swiftly delivered a dozen or so sharp smacks to my bum
and the back of my thighs. Neither my brother or I had really ever been
smacked and I was speechless, my mouth opened to say something but not
knowing what to say, for the second time that morning, no words came
out. It didn’t hurt, I was just shocked she had smacked me and was
treating me like a younger child. She pulled my hands to my sides and
then looked at me standing in front of her completely naked, completely
exposed for her. It felt like time went on forever, I shut my eyes but
it didn’t help. I was horrified being blatantly on display in front of
her. I felt very intimidated now and could feel my face was
on fire, I glanced down at my feet and noticed my smallish penis
sitting on top of my tight balls, from this angle it looked like it
could not have been any smaller. I realised I may have been as tall as
my brother but my privates were that of a younger boy compared to his.
I wasn’t tiny in the penis department, or so I thought, but I knew that
I had very childish balls, I didn’t think they’d changed much over the
last few years. “I think you might be right Luke, he really
hasn’t started puberty at all yet……. hold on let’s see if we can sort
this out once and for all, I don’t want to spend all day discussing
boys’ underpants…” she said this as she left the room. My brother was
now laughing and saying he was going to make sure I’d be wearing all
the briefs that had been bought for a very long time and Mum would be
getting him boxers soon. He stopped teasing me when mum came back into
the kitchen carrying a pair of white underpants. “Mark, try
these on for me please and no fussing now, they are a pair of the
larger size underpants I bought for you both, size 15-16 years, let me
see how they fit you”. Mortified to be trying on underpants in front of
my mother like some little kid, but grateful for something to cover my
nudity, I quickly pulled them on. They were clearly far too big for me.
I was only 14 after all, and they wouldn’t have fitted Luke either. We
were the same size waist too. I stood there and had to keep hold of the
waistband of the briefs to stop them falling down. “Okay, I
think it will take some time for you to grow into that size Mark, they
are quite big on you. I think your brother is right they will all get
worn, so you can have your new underpants and the ones I bought for him
too, you’ll hav
Tiffany Star Videos
Xvideos Downloader
Maggie Gyllenhaal Nude