My clock said 6:09 AM when I woke up the next morning to find John and
Scott both standing over me, poking me, clad only in their boxers. They
both looked depressed.
"Do you think Andy would mind if you came over and slept with us for a
while?" Scott asked.
I smiled groggily at them, then I gently extricated myself from Andy's
embrace and crawled out of bed, being careful not to wake him. I found a
pair of briefs on the floor and pulled them on, then followed the twins
across the hall to Jacob's bedroom.
Scott hopped into bed. John stood waiting for me to get in next. I
crawled into the bed next to Scott. Then John crawled in next to me.
"Is it OK that we wanted to snuggle and be alone with you for a while?"
John asked.
"Of course," I said, grinning.
They both grinned and snuggled up to me. I really enjoyed the feeling of
the boys' almost naked bodies pressed up against me. I could practically
feel their love for me emanating from their bodies. I did also notice
though, that they both had semi-hardons, which of course gave me a "semi"
as well. I began to wonder if this was a ploy on their part to try and
seduce me. I hoped not! They were both cute as hell, and I loved both
of them very much. They were like little brothers to me. But, even
though I loved them like I loved Jacob, and Jacob and I sometimes had
sex, I had an aversion to getting sexualy involved with the twins. I
couldn't explain why, even to myself, but for whatever reason, I felt the
need to keep my relationship with the twins "pure" and free of any kind
of complications like that. Maybe it was because they were so much
younger than me, or maybe it was because I actually felt more fatherly
toward them, than brotherly. Regardless, I enjoyed snuggling with them
very much.
We laid together talking for a while. Then it got loud, as I started
tickling them, and they were rolling around on the bed shrieking with
giggles. By the time I let up, Jacob's bed looked like a bomb had
dropped on it. The sheets, and bedding were all pulled out and laying
half on the bed, half on the floor in a heap, and all three of us were
laying there panting.
As we were laying there, Jack nosed his way into the room, and made his
presence known by cold-nosing John in the back of his thigh. John of
course let out a squeal, which got Scott and I laughing hilariously.
I chuckled and said, "I think our 'snuggle-time' is over. The king needs
to go to the loo! I'd best get things ready for brunch later anyway."
