Twins Double Trouble - Sex Stories

Twins Double Trouble

... better to be with someone who thinks differently than me. I think that having a partner who is different would allow us to compliment each other, having different strengths and weaknesses. On the other hand, I love my brother a lot. I cannot imagine being without him. And strangely, I find that I am sexually attracted to him. When I fantasize about doing things with a guy, I find myself fantasizing about being with Mike. It's complicated.

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Mike:

As we get older, Makayla and I seem to be drifting apart. At least we are having more arguments. Nothing very big, but we used to think so much alike, that we never used to argue at all. Now that Makayla is on hormones, she can be so moody. It's not just my opinion, she has noticed and makes mention of it, too. She cries more easily than she used to, and I get the feeling that she is holding back and doesn't tell me everything. She gets frustrated with mom over the smallest things. She seems to be either over the moon happy or moody and depressed. It makes me feel bad for her. I just want her to be happy.

Mom is not handling the changes too well, either. It seems like mom is getting more moody, along with Makayla. She is working late more often and it feels like she is not at home very much. She cooks less for the family. Dad tries to pitch in, but he is a lousy cook. Makayla and I have been doing more cooking together, which is something that we both enjoy.

Friday night, mom is working late again. She comes home ...

... after supper, and Makayla reheats some of the lasagne that we had at dinner for her. When mom is about done eating, dad asks that we all gather in the kitchen. The way he says it, feels ominous.

We all sit at the kitchen table. Makayla and I look at each other, not having a clue what this is all about. Mom is looking down at her plate, idly making figure eights in the residual tomato sauce from her lasagna with her spoon. I can tell that her mind is a thousand miles away. Dad begins, "Your mom and I have something we need to talk to you about." He looks at mom, then looks down at the table. Looking up again, he sighs before continuing. "We have some bad news to share with you. There's no easy way to say this, so I will just say it. Your mother and I have decided to separate. We are getting a divorce."

Dad could not have surprised or hurt me more if he had punched me. I didn't see it coming. Dad looks about as sad as I have ever seen him. I look at Makayla and she is just as stunned as I am. Tears are welling up in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over. Seeing her hurting makes my heart sick. Then a question occurs to me, where does this put Makayla and I? Do we stay with mom? Or do we stay with dad?

Then mom looks up and begins to speak. "I know it seems hard right now, but it will be for everyone's good, in the long run." She pauses for a moment before going on. A hundred questions go through my mind, but I cannot verbalize a single one of them. "Your dad ...