Taming the Twins
Chapter 1
The sound of their fighting was about to drive Jane insane. Her hands fell to the keyboard, causing a swirl of gibberish to appear on the screen, and she stood up. This is the last time I tell them, she thought.
She’d been so looking forward to a week of solitude to work on her erotic novel while her husband was in Beijing, and out of nowhere her single brother had dumped his sons at her doorstep. She liked her nephews, and it wasn’t their fault, but that didn’t make the situation easier. Especially when they kept acting like brats.
Jane ran a hand through her shoulder-length black hair as she walked outside. She needed another coffee – or better, a big fat slice of mud cake.
The little terrors were yelling at each other like MicroBeasts, doing ‘battle’ to see who the superior beast was. Any minute now, Gail Wakefield next door, who did shift work at the hospital, would no doubt come storming out complaining of the noise. She had to stop that before she made an enemy of the woman.
There was water all over the decking. White splashes were shooting up off the ground as the twins threw themselves aggressively at each other, roaring and growling and generally being annoying little monsters.
“Boys!” she yelled. “Tone it down, now! I don’t want the neighbors to—”
“You’ll never defeat me, Formatron! I’ll use my Sun Blast to slay your metal butt into—”
“Joey! Jamie!” she called out over the noise. “I said stop! You two better—”
“But I have my ultra rare Midnight Energy Shield on, so your Sun Blast can’t do nothing to me!”
“Hey, am I invisible over here?” Jane walked right up onto the decking, waving her arms over her head like she was landing a plane. “Earth to the MicroBeast twins – time to shut it and come inside!”
There was a scuffle. The twins launched themselves at each other, each one screaming childish names while trying to best the other in an aquatic wrestling match.
Things were getting out of hand. Never having kids herself, Jane wasn’t well-versed in discipline or getting kids to do what she wanted. She defaulted to what her mother always did: a threatening countdown to an arbitrary and non-specific punishment. “Alright. I’m going to give you two to the count of three before things go south for you. One.” the kids paid her no mind. “Two!” their fight just grew more heated. Just as she was about to say “three” the boys crashed into the water, sending an icy white wave crashing over Jane’s head. Before she knew it, she was soaking wet, with freezing chlorinated water dripping off her loose white top and over her black leggings. Her teeth clenched. She felt her nipples stiffening under the cold. Her breaths came fast.
At least the two boys were considerate enough to stop their roughhousing and look aghast at what they’d done.
“S-sorry, Aunt Jane,” Joey apologized, his dark blue eyes wide. His brother Jamie sunk deeper into the pool, as if to hide. “We’ll stop fighting now. Promise.”
Jane exhaled, her breathe blowing a strand of wet black hair off her face. She was annoyed, but at least she got what she wanted. “Time to get out, boys.”
They climbed out of the pool quickly, carrying their playthings with them, the guilt written on their faces. They’re good kids at heart, she thought; just annoying as hell sometimes.
As Jane watched them patter wetly across the backyard; the lithe young muscles in the backs of their legs and their shoulder blades bobbing up and down. She stared at their young bodies and felt something stir in her. Something she hadn’t felt in quite a while.
Images flashed in her mind about what those little tigers would look like naked…
With breath heavy and nipples still stiff, Jane followed the boys back into the house.
They couldn’t make good on their promise. As soon as they were back inside, Joey made some biting quip to Jamie and they were at it again, trading verbal, juvenile blows like one would expect from a couple of preteens.
And as Jane walked in on their argument, she was shocked to find her fantasies coming true. The boys were stripping themselves down to nothing.
Aunt Jane heat rise up as she watched her two nude nephews laughing and calling each other names. She had two towels in her hand, and as Joey reached over for one, she snatched it back, leaving him to stand there cold and naked.
“Aunt Jane,” he said, “I need the towel!”
She shook her head. No way would she let them cover their nakedness. “Uh…no. You two are….” The naked looked at her with confusion. She took a breath, remembering that she was the adult here and needed to have total control. While they were in her house, her authority was absolute.
They would do exactly as she said.
“You two keep acting like babies, so I’m going to treat you like babies.”
They looked at each other.
She held the towels up. “If I give you these towels, you’ll probably start flicking them at each other, and then one of you is going to get hit in the eye which would make your dad very angry. I’m not letting that happen. Got it?”
They nodded.
“Good. I’ll dry you guys off.” She winked. “Safely.” Aunt Jane grew wet with anticipation – daring herself to go through with her plan.
She knelt down on the floor in front of Joey and took his thigh in her hand. “Hold still while Aunty Jane takes care of you.” And before he could utter a response, she went to work, rubbing the thick, soft towel on his tummy. Her nephew’s young stomach was so flat and tight – nothing like her husband’s low-hanging, hairy monstrosity. It had been years since she’d touched a belly like his. She ran the towel in circles, moving from his chest and stomach around to his back, waiting to go just that little bit lower. It was there. It was right there. That fresh, young cocklet. She couldn’t help but look at it as she dried him off; she admired its soft, taught form. The way its skin tone was a similar fairness to the rest of his body – not darker like men’s. She dared herself to go just a little lower, to at least touch the base of the shaft.
She couldn’t wait any longer.
Her hand went down and when Joey started to protest, she swatted the back of his leg. “Hey, stand still! Let Aunty Jane do her thing.” After that, he was still. She rubbed the towel over his fine young shaft, and then back up, retracting the foreskin and letting her eyes fall on the gorgeous, pink, delicious head. Her mind raced with thoughts of putting it in her mouth and sucking on it until it turned purple. Could kids their age cum? She didn’t know, but she sure as hell wanted to find out.
Jane didn’t just focus on the penis – soon she worked her way around his little cock to that pair of tight, preteen balls. Delicately, she rubbed the towel in circles, watching the skin tighten as the balls ascended close to his body. There was nothing she wanted more than to hold them and fondle them. Joey seemed to really like this – as she massaged his balls with the soft towel, his cocklet twitched and began to harden! This made her heart flutter, and she grew even wetter. When she looked up at her aroused little nephew and saw his face burning red, it was all she could do to not kiss him.
Instead, she decided to tease him a bit. After all, she had two of these little packages to play with. “All right Jamie, your turn,” she said with more chirp and enthusiasm than was normal for a woman simply drying her nephews after a swim.
But then again, what was normal about Aunt Jane?
Gently pushing the first twin aside, she pulled Jamie in to her, saying with an erotic tone: “I’m going to make sure you’re spotless, kid.” And with that she wasted no time and went straight to his nether regions, wrapping his crotch and butt in the same towel she had dried his twin brother off with and going to work.
“Aunt Jane, Mom always said we were old enough to do this by ourselves. Why are you drying us off like this?”
She shot him a look with predatory eyes. “Because I said so. My house, my rules, kiddo. What, don’t you like me doing it?”
He was conflicted. Of course he liked it, no boy wouldn’t enjoy getting his dick and balls massaged! Sure, it felt weird given that it was his own aunt doing it, but neither of them tried to run away; a quick glance at Joey showed that his dick was still very hard. Heck, maybe watching his twin getting ‘dried off’ like that was helping to keep it up.
The temptation to make his cock – both their cocks – wet again was too much. She practically salivated at the thought.
A switch was thrown in her mind. If she would go further, now would be the time. She pulled Jamie’s foreskin back, fully exposing the pink flesh of the erect gland. “Now hold still,” she whispered, her lips parting and ready to take her preteen nephew’s penis in…
Her husband’s antique cuckoo clock chimed, captivating the twins’ attention, cheeping three times.
“It’s three o’clock!” Joey cried.
Jamie’s eyes went wide. “We’re missing the Wrestling Superstar Hour!”
And just like that, her nephew pulled away. Their little feet pattered across the ground, and they were gone. Jane was left kneeling alone with a towel in her hand and her mouth open, ready to suck a cock that wasn’t there.
Her hand slumped to the floor.
“Damn,” she muttered. “Beaten by wrestling.”
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