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Sprouse Twins Fanfic Part 2

His eyes still closed, Cole could hear the sound of soft breathing, the static of cotton sheets rubbing against smooth skin, and the sound of birds beginning to chirp outside. His mind slowly wandered from obscurity and back to consciousness; his senses slowly starting to pick up his surroundings. Cole couldn't remember what he was dreaming about, but he knew it was pleasant and so he smiled slightly, and took in a deep breath of content.

He began to open his eyes, gingerly; his deep brown irises saying good morning to the world. They began to scan his bedroom, as if searching for some inspiration to begin the day. Cole could see the early fingers of the sun desperately trying to grab hold of the semi-darkness in the room, through the gaps at the top of the curtains. His long, tangled, blond hair slightly obscured his view, and so, with a swift, well practiced movement, he brushed it away from his eyes. Perhaps this would be the day he finally got that hair cut, or perhaps he would just stay in bed all day; who could tell what the day would bring this early in the morning?

The new found clarity in his vision caused him to notice something in his periphery, and he slightly cocked his head to get a better look. The figure he had noticed was his twin brother, Dylan; his body still in a deep and peaceful slumber next to him in their queen bed.

Ever since they were young children, Cole and Dylan had shared a bed. Now that they were older, some of their friends thought it was weird, but who were they to judge? Cole had always felt comfortable sleeping with Dylan and so why would he change? On cold nights, it was good to have another warm body to cuddle up to, and on stormy nights, Cole was secretly happy to have Dylan there to support him.

Cole rolled over to face Dylan, their faces only inches apart in the soft, warm bed. As he turned, he felt the tip of his semi-hard penis brush his twin's out-spread hand. Cole hastily retracted for a moment and then slowly placed it back; the warmth of Dylan's hand felt reassuring on his sensitive morning wood.

Cole could feel his brother's breath gently caress his face. He suddenly noticed, in this peculiar, morning half-light, how perfect Dylan's face was. People had always remarked at how cute both Cole and Dylan were, but he only now took the time to study his brother's face: his smooth, white skin flowed seamlessly from his cute button nose to his slightly chubby, red cheeks and down to his luscious, full lips. Cole knew that if Dylan woke this very second, that he would be looking straight into the beautiful depth of the same brown eyes that he himself had; but Dylan showed no signs of waking. At this moment, he wondered; was he himself as perfect as his brother?

He began to think about Dylan's recent publicity for his nude photos that were leaked online; if he and Dylan were identical twins, would their penises be the same as well? Cole suddenly realised, he hadn't seen Dylan's penis since they were babies; it certainly looked the same as his back then. His mind imagined the slightly censored nude photos he had seen online, but that wasn't good enough to tell. This ridiculous question became more and more prevalent in his mind; he tried to shake it but he couldn't. He had to know the answer.

Slowly; taking care to be quiet, he began to sink down underneath the bed covers. As his head began to go below the edge of the sheets, he kept an eye on Dylan's face, making sure he was still deep asleep. Cole's eyes tracked his twin's body all the way down from the protruding nipples down to the well defined belly button and then to his camouflage design satin boxers.

There was an inviting bulge in the middle dark green section of the boxers that drew Cole in. His hand slowly moved towards it, pausing for a second just before placing softly on the package. Cole could feel himself becoming more aroused; his dick, still on Dylan's unsuspecting hand, started to pulse with a heart-beat of its own.

Cole couldn't stop there, he recruited both hands and started to inch Dylan's boxers down his thighs. The sound that the satin made on his brother's skin was almost too much for Cole to handle, his member jumping with excitement.

Finally, as the top of the boxers reached that tempting bulge, Dylan's dick was slowly brought to light. Cole froze for a moment, taking in the sight. Dylan was still soft, but his uncut penis had some good size and thickness. There was a slight padding of pubes that extended from a blond bush all the way down over his balls.

Cole suddenly remembered the question that he was trying to answer and reached one hand down to his own dick. Right now it was a rock hard six inches trying to burst through his tight black underwear. He began to feel its size and thickness, trying to get a good hold of its measurement, the small hairs on his scrotum rising in stimulation. He then slowly wrapped his fingers around his twin's dick. Hmmm it was hard to tell while Dylan was still soft.

All of a sudden Dylan took a deep breath and began to move, what if he woke up at this moment?! Cole froze, not breathing, as if the movement of air that it would create would make all the difference. Dylan proceeded to roll onto his back and seemed to settle down.

Cole really should go back, but, his initial question forgotten, he was aroused; Dylan's dick was looking at him, as if coercing him; Cole swore it was getting bigger. He couldn't stop now. Without really knowing what he was planning to do, Cole moved his head closer to Dylan's still soft, tempting schlong.

Next thing he new, his mouth was wrapped around his brother's manhood; how did that happen? Better go with the flow now. He began to move his head up and down the increasingly firm shaft; his lips starting to dribble some saliva and making a watery sucking sound. Would Dylan wake up? To be honest, he didn't really care at this stage.

Cole began to hear soft moans from beyond the sheets, but there was no sign of waking movement, he continued to enjoy his brother while starting to rub his hand over his smooth body. He rubbed his fingers over his hard nipples and slowly down his chest, as if it was being pulled down by a magnet inside his underwear. With his brother's dick at the back of his throat he began to stroke his own cock, feeling the precum lubricating his foreskin.  Why had he not tried this before?

After several moments, the moans began to climax and Cole began to move deeper and faster, the tip of his brother softly hitting the back of his throat. Cole's mouth filled with warmth and the taste of salt, without thinking he swallowed the taste, later realising what it was. He released his brother from his mouth and cleaned him up with his own sticky tongue; but Cole was not satisfied. His boner was demanding action.

As if on cue, Dylan began to move again, this time flipping onto his bare stomach, his bubble butt staring Cole directly in the face. Cole bit his lip; could he do it? Surely Dylan would wake up if he did? Would he mind? Cole's eyes stared into the slightly hairy cavern of his brother's round ass and the decision was made. He pulled off his own boxers, releasing his pulsating flesh. Reaching out both hands, he gently spread his brother's raised ass apart and began to mount him.

Instantly, he felt a tight warmth around his upper dick, and he continued to push gently. Feeling that his balls were now touching Dylan, he lowered himself onto Dylan's back, wrapping his arms around him. Slowly, he began to rise and lower his hips, deeply and passionately. Their body's intertwined, the sensations were amazing. 

He began to move faster, feeling his brothers warmth in between his thighs. Cole knew he wouldn't last long like this and so after a few moments he pulled out, feeling the passage way close on his dick. He quickly shuffled up out of the sheets and positioned himself above Dylan, still asleep. Two jerks of the hand and Cole was done; his white goo flew out of him like peas from a pea shooter. Some of it hit the wall on the other side of the bedroom, some strung across Dylan's face, making a sticky mess, and some even landed in Dylan's half open, receiving mouth. Cole's body shook in pleasure, his mouth wide open in a silent scream of joy, his head tipped back. Euphoria overcame him and when he was done he looked affectionately down at his slumbering lover.

He bent over and pressed his mouth to Dylan's, tasting his own sperm in the caverns of his brother's mouth. Their tongues brought together as their bodies were a few seconds ago. After a few seconds, Cole's lips released their hold on Dylan and he whispered "I love you".

Cole flopped back down onto the bed, his energy spent, with a smile on his face. He then whispered to himself "thank goodness he didn't wake up", then, in reply, a voice next to him said "I woke up before you".