Jake smiles happily and jumps off the bed. He lands right next to you. Standing like this now, he looks even bigger. Your head is almost two feet lower than your little brother's crotch. A scary yet fascinating sight.
Jake looks down at you. He seems to want to say something while playing with his hands. Then he visibly made up his mind, bent down and grabbed you with his mighty hands and lifted you up. You instinctively spread your legs and press into Jake's sides. Just like a little kid.
Jake walks with you to the bathroom. He carefully closes the door behind you. He puts you in the shower and takes off his underwear. By then, you'll be taking off your sticky clothes. It doesn't escape your attention that Jake's penis twitches at the sight of your naked body. Jake turns on the water and sits down behind you. You feel his long fingers gently stroke your back. Then he starts rubbing your back gently. When you feel like you're clean, you want to turn back.
"Now then, I'll wash your back."
"Don't turn around!" Jake yells at you scared. "Let me turn around first." He asks you more shyly.
By the time you turn around, all you see is Jake's wet back and head. The boy's wet hair clings to his shoulders. You start rubbing his back. You push hard. You hear that every time you run the sponge over your little brother's body, he moans softly. You could imagine what could happen in front. At first you think you'd like to watch it, but then you shake your head hard to remind yourself that it's disgusting in more ways than one. But still.
When you get out of the shower, you see that Jake is looking at you contentedly yet longingly. Jake helps you towel off and you leave the bathroom and the twins' room. Jake follows you slowly, matching your speed.
"Shall we go to breakfast? I'm hungry." Say it cheerfully.
You were also hungry so the two of you went into the kitchen. You are still amazed by the size of the house and the furniture. The table and chairs around it were huge. 3 large and two high chairs for the twins. There is no chair in one part of the table because there is a smaller table on it with a normal-sized chair in front of it. It looks weird, but you wouldn't be able to eat with your family otherwise. There is a ladder attached to the table for you to climb up. The table was almost as tall as Jake.
You climbed into your seat and Jake sat down on his chair as well. You didn't see your parents, but breakfast was on the table when you arrived. And Liz and June are still sleeping.
You look in awe at the amount of food and how much Jake eats. Jake just eats the huge pancakes on which he pours a lot of syrup. Then he licks his slightly sticky hand and picks out apples from a large bowl and starts to nibble on them. The apples in his hands look more like larger grapes. He eats them just like you eat grapes. He grabs them all at once and chews them apart and swallows everything. He always loved apples. After a few dozen apples, he finally pats his stomach when he is satisfied.
"That was delicious." Say it with satisfaction. "What are you doing today bro?"
Yesterday you talked to a friend about coming over to you. You think it still applies.
"A friend of mine is coming over. Maybe we'll go somewhere."
Jake looks at you disappointed. "Again?" He asks sadly. "You're hardly home these days. You're always hanging out with other people. Can't you stay home for a while and play with me?"
The bell rings before you answer. You go out into the hall and open the door designed for you. Tim is standing at the door. The boy is the same age as you. He's shorter than you, with short dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. He is wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He wears flip-flops on his feet.
"Hey buddy. Shall we go?" He tells you while he looks at you. After the shower, you only put on a pair of underpants. "Aren't you dressed yet?"
"Just a moment and I'll get dressed. Come in and wait a moment."
You go back to your room and get dressed. When you come out of your room, you hear Jake saying something angrily and then you hear Tim's voice answering something rude. When you get back to the door you see that...
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