Sure

"Sure". You say, walking over to Sam and taking a puff from his joint. Its pretty strong stuff, and within a few minutes of passing the joint back and forth, you notice Sam looking at you in an oddly interested way.

"Tommy is out... the little weasel. You know he wants..." Simon begins to say, and then stops, looking at you. He's only in a bath towel. You can't help but look him up and down.

Simon and Sam are for the most part identical twins. Simon is a bit more muscular, and has a bit longer hair, but both guys are fairly thin and short at 5'6. They are definitely shorter than you at 5'11. They both have almost crew cut blonde hair, but Simon has been letting his grow in a bit.

"Wants what?" You start to say, when Simon laughs and turns around.

"Never mind..." Simon says, slipping his bath towel off while he has his back turned to you. You stare at his ass, and then turn away just to see Sam doing the same. He smiles and shrugs.

"I can see why the girls are all crazy for him..." Sam says, nodding at you. "Though I would guess you get your fair share of girls hitting on you..." Sam says, smiling.

"Enough..." You say, realizing that Sam himself is probably doing the same.

You turn to look to see Simon pulling some boxers and and heading over to a box where the twins keep their weed dry. Simon rolls another joint while Sam finishes up the one he is working on.

"So what was the plan you had for Tommy?" You say, wondering why Simon was upset about it.

Simon takes a good long puff and passes the joint to his brother. "Well, you see, usually we take a night a week to get high and you know..." Simon just barely registers a blush on his face. He looks at Sam who is already quite red in the face.

"We see if there are any guys looking to fool around with us..." Sam says, touching you on the shoulder. He takes a puff on the joint and passes it back to his brother.

"You guys are Bi?", you say, curiously. Sam nods and moves in for a kiss after exhaling the last hit he took.