Billy and Frank

"Fuck off," Billy laughed as his F150 barrelled down the bumpy highway, "She did not!"

"I swear to God!" Frank said emphatically, "Right there in the men's room! It was like something out of a porno!"

Billy rolled his eyes. Frank was always bragging about his sexual escapades, each one more amazing and dramatic than the last. And unbelievable. Not that Frank was a liar, but he exaggerated. A lot. The way Frank tells it, a look quickly becomes a kiss, a kiss a handjob, a handjob... well, Billy could imagine where it went from there.

Actually, Billy didn't have to imagine. Frank was knee-deep into a story of how a waitress from an upscale restaurant took him into the washroom and gave him a tittie-fuck in exchange for a bigger tip. Yeah right. The way Frank told of his life, there wasn't a day went by that he didn't have some chick throw herself at him. Only Billy was pretty sure he'd never even seen Frank with a woman who would give him the time of day.

Not that Frank wasn't nice, he just wasn't what most women looked for in a man. For starters, he was small. If Frank was over 5'3", Billy would eat his hat. Sometimes Billy felt strange, towering over his friend. It wasn't his fault his parents were both tall, giving him a nine inch advantage. Then there was his bald spot. Sure, they were only eighteen, but Frank had begun going bald two years earlier! The doctors said it was an imbalance in his testosterone, not that it made Frank feel any better. Then, of course, there was his nose.

To call it a nose was an understatement. It was more like a beak. Guys at school called Frank, "Gonzo", which Frank had liked when they were younger, but as he aged had grown to resent. It all added up. Short, bald, big-nosed guys like Frank didn't get play in their home town, so Billy grew up watching Frank get rejected over and over again.

Billy's other friends often asked him why he put up with Frank, why he didn't just cut him off. Every time he answered the same way. They were brothers. Not literally, of course, but they'd grown up together, lived next door to each other, knew each other better than anyone. Brothers. That was why Billy had asked Frank on this cross-country drive, this one-last-adventure before he went off to college out of state. So what if Frank was talking his ear off. So what if Frank bent the truth a little bit. If that was what Frank needed to feel better about himself, Billy could handle it. That's what brothers do for each other.

"Her tits, dude, her tits were so huge!" Frank didn't miss a beat, "but they were dry. So you know what she did?"

"She gave you a blowjob first?" Billy asked, again rolling his eyes.

"Deep throat!" Frank said, slapping his knee, "Who knew such a classy lady could be such a slut!"

The truck hit another pothole, causing a long strand of blond hair to fall into Billy's line of vision. He sighed and tucked it behind his ear, and watched as Frank did the same with his own hair. Best friends get the same haircuts, Frank had told him when he had shown up with the exact same hair as Billy's last week. Not that Billy minded. The hairstyle looked great on both of them. Frank's long blond hair had always been his best feature, so Billy didn't begrudge his friend in trying to maximize on its impact. He had a lot to overcome in the looks department if he was going to get a woman like in his stories, so he might as well look as good as he could.

"So she slowly lets my dick out of her mouth," Frank continued, "then kisses it and licks it as if it's her favourite flavour of ice cream."

Billy licked his own puffy lips, thinking of ice cream. He could go for one right then. They'd been driving for hours, and a cool, long, suck of a frozen treat would be great. There was nothing better to pass the time than having something in your mouth to lick, to roll your tongue over, to suck...

They hit another bump. Billy's breasts bounced in time with Frank's. It was remarkable how the two boys, brothers in every way but genetically, had grown not only the same beautiful hair, but enjoyed the exact same breast size. It came in handy on laundry days when one of them ran out of bras. It was one of the advantages of being so close.

"Then what did you do?" Billy said in his sing-song soprano tone that he reserved for when he felt the most curious, the most playful. This story was just getting good.

"So I let his dick out of my mouth," Frank said in a sultry tone, "and since I lean forward and slide it between my tits, just once, until the tip is just poking out."

Billy was starting to get excited. He loved Frank's slutty stories. Sure, Frank was a hottie, sexy long legs, big tits, cute button nose, but these stories couldn't be real, could they? I mean, how could one boy be such a slut! The way he told it, he was down on his knees every day sucking off a stranger! It couldn't be possible!

"I give his tip a soft little kiss," Frank said slowly, "and slipped my right hand under my skirt and started fingering myself, you know, the way I do," Frank demonstrated as she slipped her hand into her skirt, "then I looked up at him and said, 'Do you have anything for your dirty girl, Daddy?'"

"You didn't!" Billy squealed at her best friend.

"I swear to God!" Frank said, "and he didn't last long! In no time flat I was covered, COVERED, in his spunk! Hair, face, everything! It took me forever to clean up!"

The story degraded into giggles. These stories always did. Billy loved listening to her twin sister's stories. They always got her in the mood when they drove home. She didn't even care if they were real or not! What mattered is how they made her feel. And right then, as Billy and Frank pulled into their driveway and noted that Alex's car was already there, Billy felt hot. Hotter than hot. As she slammed the truck into park and turned off the ignition,_ _Billy couldn't wait to get inside. She bet that Pete was already there taking advantage of some alone time with Alex, that slut. Well, who was she to judge? Billy was just as slutty as Pete, and besides, she didn't mind sharing with either sister. Sharing was what family does! It's what makes a family work! And family was, after all, the most important thing.