Duplexity: The Kane Twins Part 1

The offer: $100,000. The request: sex. The problem: it’s taboo, not to mention illegal.

As escorts, twins Jacob and Jonah Kane are used to being asked to participate in threesomes. They are happy to oblige, with one stipulation: do not expect them to touch each other. It has worked well for them, so far. But when a wealthy client offers them $50,000 each to have sex while he watches, they must deal with hidden desires that may lead to costly consequences.  26,806 words (total parts 1 & 2)

Chapter 1: Indecent Proposal

I’m Jacob. I’m twenty years old. And I’m an escort. Nothing truly out of the ordinary so far, you might say. That’s where you would be wrong. You see, my services fall under a unique category in the world of sex work. I’m a twin. You would be surprised how many people have fantasies about having sex with both of us. Don’t be so quick to assume it’s only men either. We get just as many requests from women. My brother Jonah and I only have one rule: we do not touch each other. Otherwise we do our best to provide whatever services the client is asking, or paying for. 

At least that used to be our rule.

When we were eighteen Jonah came to me and told me that he had signed up to be an escort. I had just started my freshman year of college, he had decided to take a year off to find himself. I guess part of that was finding himself having sex with strangers. He had been working at the escort service for two weeks when his boss discovered Jonah had a twin brother. Ever the saleswoman, she offered him more money and more clients if he could convince me to join him at the agency. College was expensive and I was already struggling with making ends meet. So I agreed.

We set guidelines right away. Jonah and I had no issues having sex with the same person, but we would never have sex with each other. It was the second line of our contract, right after “the use of contraception, i.e. condoms, is a must.” Both were non-negotiable.

I quit college after a year, finding that my life as an escort was much more fulfilling than any classes I was taking. I had never really been the party type, so joining a frat and spending all my time drinking and fucking my frat brothers or sorority sisters was never a thing I wanted to do. Jonah and I split from the agency just before we turned twenty. We had amassed a good amount of money, and a steady clientele and were comfortable handling our own business transactions.

Jonah came to me three weeks after we had turned twenty, and told me that he had a new potential client. I never questioned his judgement in booking our appointments, so I was confused as to why he was checking in with me on this one. When he sat down in front of me and gave me his favorite “hear me out” face I knew this was different. 

“He wants us to have sex, with each other, while he watches,” Jonah came right out with it. He knew I was not one for wasting words.

I shook my head at him. “We have rules Jo.” 

“He wants to pay us a lot of money Jake,” he pressed on. 

Money. It was my second favorite thing. Sex and money. Which was why I found myself having sex, for money. “How much?” I asked. 

“Fifty grand.” Jonah’s eyes brightened. 

That was a lot of money. My mind was actually considering this proposition. Jonah’s mouth turned up in a huge grin. “What?” I asked. 

“Each.”

What kind of person drops a hundred grand to watch two dudes fuck each other? I thought. Doesn’t he have the Internet? “That’s a lot of money,” I said out loud. “What did you tell him?”

“I told him I would have to discuss it with you, and I would get back to him.”

Good. He didn’t say no. “What do you think?”

Jonah did not answer right away. I knew he was choosing his words carefully. “Truthfully, Jake, I have always wondered what it would be like.”

This was news to me. He had never said anything like that before. “Are you sure that’s not just the fifty grand talking?”

Jonah looked away from me. That was not the answer he was looking for. “Call him back, tell him we will amend our contract, for him.” It was too business like, but I didn’t know what else to say. 

“It’s okay, if you don’t want to do it.” Jonah looked up at me. 

“It’s fifty grand Jo.” Also, not what he wanted to hear.

Vanity and superficiality are necessities in our business, but neither made us very proud. Truth is, if we don’t take care of ourselves, clients will not want to hire us, and if we are not at least a little bit turned on by the client, no one will have a good experience. Naturally we were wary about what a man willing to plunk down so much money to watch us have sex would look like. Stereotypically we figured that he was the older, overweight, greasy kind. But we were wrong.

“Can this be his real picture?” Jonah asked me when he opened the client’s email. I looked over his shoulder and found a tan thirty-something, with blue eyes and a calming smile looking back at me. 

“Google him,” I suggested. Jonah put the name into the search bar. “Would he have given us a false name?” I asked when the pictures showed the same man from the email. 

Jonah looked at me with such disappointment it made my heart constrict. “What if this is some sort of weird set-up?” He asked, with a great deal of dejection. I knew it was not just the idea of losing fifty thousand dollars that had him feeling this way. I pushed the idea out of my head. Business. 

“This is why we do research,” I reminded him.

Our research turned up nothing out of the ordinary. Unless you consider the fact that the client was a billionaire by the time he was twenty-five. He had created a video game when he was fifteen and after years of modifying the programming, he had sold it to Activision for a million dollars and a percentage of the profits, for life. He did not necessarily have a billion dollars at hand, but that was his net worth, give or take a few thousand. 

We met the client at a nearby hotel. We had agreed that a neutral site was better for all of us. We picked the hotel bar to meet in first. Despite our research, I still wanted to be sure this guy was for real. I was drinking whisky on the rocks, Jonah had his usual Jack and Coke. He was visibly nervous. “It’s going to be fine,” I assured him before taking a giant swig of whisky. Jonah held up his glass and gave a weak smile before downing his own drink. Our client smiled and nodded toward the elevators.

Satisfied that he was who he said he was, Jonah and I followed him to the lobby and into the all-glass elevator. He put his keycard into the slot to open up the floor to the penthouse suite. We rode in silence. Jonah fidgeted beside me. I tried not to think about what we were about to do.

The elevator doors opened right into the suite. We stepped into a large seating area that had a black leather couch, glass coffee table, and windows covering one entire wall. The lights of the city shined bright outside, giving the room an eery glow. The client offered us a drink, suggesting we make ourselves comfortable on the couch. Out of habit, we each picked a side, leaving space for the client to sit in between us. Realizing our error we moved closer together before the client returned with our drinks. He sat down in an empty chair next to the couch.

The second drink did nothing to relax me, but I was good at masking my nerves. Jonah had found a way to contain his emotions. The client encouraged us to begin whenever we were ready. It was not really the command we were looking for. I was never going to be ready for this. Luckily Jonah found his courage and took charge. 

Jonah took my drink and set it on the table next to his. His fingers brushed against me lightly, and I felt the touch all the way from the tips of my fingers to the tip of my cock. I sucked in a breath and tried not to exhale too loudly. Jonah leaned forward and put his lips against my neck. This sent more shockwaves through my body. “Relax,” Jonah whispered into my ear. His breath on my skin sent chills down my spine. He placed a hand on my chest and pushed me gently, guiding me to sit back against the couch. The client sipped his drink and watched without emotion. 

I closed my eyes and gave up control. My hands found their way to Jonah’s waist. His breath hitched against my neck as my fingers trailed his soft skin. When I opened my eyes they met Jonah’s intense stare. They showed me a want that I had never seen in him. It made me eager to give him whatever he asked of me. I grabbed his hips and pulled him onto my lap so that he was straddling me. I sat up straighter to lessen the distance between us. Jonah wrapped his arms around my neck and pressed his lips against mine. He tasted like Jack Daniels, with a hint of sweetness from the Coke, and a taste that was all his own. I opened my mouth to let my tongue explore his. My dick twitched and begged to be freed.

Whether or not it was that sense twins have, or just the natural progression of the moment, I will never know, but as soon as my thoughts turned to my dick, Jonah’s hand was rubbing against it through my jeans. His fingers found their way to my button and zipper, opening them with ease. His fingers brushed against the tip of my dick through material of my briefs. I moaned into his mouth. I reached down and pulled the hem of his shirt over his head. My fingers trailed his chest, abs and torso. I unbuttoned his jeans with the same ease, and let my fingers brush against his hard dick. He sighed against my neck. 

I had a sudden need to have his dick inside my mouth. Without warning I grabbed his waist and tossed him onto the couch next to me. “Oof,” he laughed in response. My hands were hard at work removing his jeans and underwear. A line of pre-cum glistened off the tip. My mouth watered, and I let my tongue trail over the head of his dick, tasting the saltiness. He groaned in approval. I worked him over with my mouth, sucking, licking, massaging. He pushed into me, arching his back, moaning as I took him deeper. “I’m coming,” he announced through gritted teeth. I had never let anyone cum in my mouth. It was one of the rules. But the idea of my brother’s cum sliding down my throat made me double my efforts. His guttural groan preceded the warm liquid that filled my mouth. I licked every drop off of his dick and swallowed.

Jonah sat up and dove at my mouth, seeking out any remnants of his own cum. When he had satisfied that search his hands were once again pushing me against the couch. He pulled the waistband of my jeans and briefs in one motion, freeing my very hard cock. His mouth was warm and wet, his lips soft, his tongue strong and adept. My eyes rolled back into my head, my back arched. My fingers grasped the side of the couch. When I opened my eyes again I was reminded we were being watched. The client had not moved. The only indication that he was awake, or alive even, was his wrist slowly moving his half-empty glass from side to side. 

Jonah’s fingers on my balls brought my attention back to him. When I announced I was coming Jonah made no attempt to stop. Every muscle in my body clenched and I could feel all the blood rush to my dick. I grunted inaudibly and shot my load into my brother’s waiting mouth.

We were kissing, I could taste my cum on his lips, his tongue. It drove me forward. Grabbing Jonah’s ass I pulled him toward me. “Fuck me,” I commanded. He needed no more prompting. He reached down and massaged my perineum with his middle and forefinger, slowly making his way to my ass. I opened myself up to let him explore me. His fingers massaged the inside of my hole, opening me up further. I wrapped my fingers around his cock feeling it harden at my touch. He gently pulled his fingers out of me and reached into the pocket of his discarded jeans, removing the foil package, placing it into his mouth, and with precision tearing it open. The condom was on his dick before the foil hit the floor.

Jonah and I have decent sized dicks. We measured, once, and found we are the same size. It is a point of pride on our Web site. It worried me, that he was bigger than anyone I had ever taken though. “Maybe I should ride you,” I suggested. He nodded and let me sit up. He laid back against the armrest, his dick standing at attention, begging me to sit on it. I climbed onto him and slowly lowered myself onto his dick, letting the feeling of him inside me take over. He let me take control, take my time. When I felt comfortable enough I started to ride him, driving his dick deeper inside me. I felt him against my prostate and let out a light moan. He held on to my waist, strong enough to be there, gentle enough to let me move on my own. Once I found my rhythm he moved his hips in tune with mine. I leaned forward and found his lips, tasting him, biting gently on his bottom lip. I moaned into his mouth and rode him until my dick begged to be emptied. I came hard, without my dick being touched. Jonah was close behind, pushing himself further into me, his eyes closed tight, his mouth open in the shape of an “o.” He let out a moan and I felt the warmth of his release through the latex of the condom.

I collapsed against him as he gently pulled out of me. We were sweaty and spent and all I wanted to do was fall asleep against him. But I remembered where we were, and was immediately self-conscious. I had never lost myself in a moment, and I had done just that. It was undoubtably the best sex I had ever had.

Jonah excused himself and went into the bathroom to remove the condom and wash himself off while I put my clothes back on. The client had not said more than a few words. Hello, would you like a drink, go ahead and do your thing. That was the extent of it. Jonah returned from the bathroom and the client led us to the elevator door. He left us with a thank you and sent us on our way back down the elevator.

We did not speak until we were in the car heading back home. “That was kind of amazing,” Jonah said into the darkness. I kept my eyes on the road. My head was swimming from the events of the night and I was having trouble concentrating on driving. I started to nod and realized he couldn’t see me. 

“Yeah,” was all I could say.

By the time we got home the need to cuddle against Jonah had been replaced with sheer exhaustion. We left each other to sleep in our own beds. His words trailed through the air as I walked toward my bedroom “I think we need to amend the contract, permanently.”

Chapter 2: No Turning Back

Jonah is already in the kitchen making our morning smoothies when I pad into the room. He looks up at me and smiles. It is not his usual bright-eyed happy smile that lights up his face and makes his eyes twinkle. It has a sadness in it, with a hint of regret. I want to put my arms around him and assure him everything is going to be alright, but I cannot make that promise. I decide not to say anything at all. I return his smile and head for the refrigerator to grab the eggs and bacon. It is our usual morning routine. He is in charge of the protein shakes, I am in charge of the cooking. 

We eat breakfast in front of our computers in a spare room we turned into an office. We sit in silence, which is not unusual. But this morning it is a tense quiet, and I know we’re avoiding speaking because we have to talk about what happened the night before and neither of us wants to deal with it. 

“Do you still want to amend the contract?” I break first. Jonah looks up at me, the sadness is still there. It confuses me. He had said before, that he wanted this. To know what it felt like. He said he enjoyed it, too. Maybe he was testing me to see if I did? “We’re gonna have to talk about it at some point, Jo.”

“I know.”

I wait for him to say more, but he doesn’t. I decide not to push it. I pick up my empty plate and ask him if he’s done with his. He nods, and I grab his plate and empty smoothie jug and walk out of the room. In the kitchen I aggressively wash our dirty dishes, the pans I cooked breakfast in, the blender. I am not sure what emotions I am feeling, exactly. All of them, it seems. A flash of Jonah’s intense grey eyes staring into mine from the night before causes me to drop a glass. It shatters against the stainless steel sink. “Fuck.” I say a little too loudly. I am cleaning up the remnants of the broken glass when Jonah appears next to me. 

“Okay, let’s talk, you don’t have to break things,” he touches the small of my shirtless back. The feeling sends waves of emotions through me. 

I can barely look at him. Now I’m angry. I agreed to let things go further, for the money. He did it to satisfy a curiosity. I thought I would be the one having to rein him in, put a cap on just how far this new aspect of our work is going to go. I am not supposed to be feeling like this. Like all I want to do now is be with him. No matter how wrong it is.

Jonah takes my hand and guides me out of the kitchen. His fingers intertwined with mine ease my angry thoughts. But they do nothing to make me feel any less confused. He lets go of me when we reach the couch. We sit facing each other. It is like looking in a mirror. Another round of emotions surge through me. How narcissistic can I be? A psychologist would have a field day. 

“Yes,” Jonah says, taking me out of my inner thoughts.

“Yes what?”

“I want to change the contract.”

I exhale a breath I did not know I was holding. “Good.” It’s all I can say. 

“We have to be careful though,” Jonah continues. “I did some research, and, um, what we did is illegal in pretty much every state in the U.S.”

My heart jumps. Illegal. Of all the things that had gone through my mind in the aftermath, going to jail was the farthest from my thoughts. “We’re consenting adults,” I argue.

“That is in our favor. Let’s just be smart about it. We can’t advertise, what we’re willing to do. We’ll remove the part of the contract that says we won’t, and take it from there.”

“Okay.” I am still at a loss for words. I pictured this conversation going in a far different direction. 

“Anything else you want to talk about?” Jonah asks me after a brief silence.

I shake my head, despite the thoughts rattling around in it. 

Jonah smiles, the warmth back in his eyes. “Let’s go get sweaty.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“Work out, Jake, it’s time to hit the gym.”

“Right,” I say, embarrassed.

A vigorous work out was exactly what I needed to release some of the tension I had been holding on to. But the after work out shower brings a lot of it back. Watching the water cascade over Jonah’s naked body sends unbidden feelings directly to my cock. I turn and face the wall, letting the water wash over me, trying to stamp down the memories of the night before, when his toned muscles were under my fingertips. Damn. I can feel Jonah’s gaze on me as I try to stop my dick from pulsating. I sneak a glance in his direction and notice he is hard too. I want to touch him. Want him to touch me. But those would be some dangerous waters to tread in.

I turn the water control dial and let the shock of cold hit me all over. It does its job, for the most part. My desire to ravish my brother in the very public shower goes away, but my erection does not. I shut off the water completely and head for the nearest bathroom stall. Once I’m alone I let myself feel everything. I wrap my fingers around the shaft of my dick and began to rub, pull, massage. It isn’t long before my cum is gushing into the toilet. Once that is released I do the only thing I have left to do. I cry.

“You okay Jake?” Jonah’s voice comes through the metal of the door. 

“Yeah.” My voice cracks, betraying me. “I’ll be right out.” I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly, wipe the tears from my eyes, flush the toilet, and exit the stall. I quickly throw on my sweats and t-shirt and head out the door. 

Jonah is waiting for me by my car. His face shows genuine concern. His eyes, guilt. “If I had known you were going to be a wreck I never would have never suggested we take on the client.”

“I’m fine Jo.” I lie. Which is really dumb. He knows me better than anyone else.

“No, you aren’t,” he says once we were in the car. “We’re not changing the contract, and we’re not doing anything like what we did last night again, not for all the money in the world.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” I try not to show the sheer panic that has washed over me. Sure, I am confused and conflicted about what we did, and how I am feeling about it, but this was a bit overboard.

“You’re a mess, Jacob.”

I couldn’t deny that. “Why aren’t you?”

“One of us has to keep our shit together,” Jonah answers with a lilt of sarcasm. 

By the time we pull into the garage at our condo complex I have calmed down. “I want to change the contract.” I put the car in park and look at him. “I am just feeling a lot of strange emotions I didn’t know I had. I liked it. Being with you. And that scares me. Because I know I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t want you as much as I do.”

“I know.” Jonah’s eyes soften. “I want you too Jake.”

Without thinking, I lean closer and kiss him. His lips move with mine, our tongues intertwine. A noise far off in the garage pulls us out of our moment. 

“Let’s save some for Evelyn,” Jonah suggests, and I suspect he is trying to keep me from having another meltdown.

Evelyn is a regular. She is one of many who stayed with us when we split from the agency. She is also one of the many who want nothing more than for us to get rid of the no touching clause. Her house sits on a large hilltop that gives her a city view on one side and an ocean view on the other. We know just about every room intimately. She likes to change the scenery with each session. 

Evelyn’s husband Carl greets us at the door. The first time we had this encounter we thought we were at the wrong house. Now we are on first name terms with him. He knows what we do, and why we are here. It does not phase him in the least. His wife has sexual desires, he lets her pursue them. He has desires of his own, which she lets him pursue. 

“Evelyn will be with you shortly.” Carl leaves us in the den to wait. 

The room is decorated with ornate woods, brass fixtures and statues of naked men and women. We have fucked her here before. When Evelyn breezes in we are greeted with her usual double cheek kiss that makes us want to scream “dahling!” at each other. We always refrain. She is in her late forties but her energy is definitely under thirty. She offers us a drink but she already knows what we want, so Jonah and I are holding glasses of whiskey before either of us answers her.

It is always important to be attentive to a client, and we are experts at small talk. Jonah asks how life is treating her, I ask about her painting. A hobby she picked up when she and her husband were in Spain on a business trip. Evelyn is happy to share her latest stories, her daughter’s pending marriage, to a lovely woman, she is quick to remind us, her failed attempt at painting a nude of herself. She asks us about business, social life. We can tell she’s done with the small talk when she sets down her wine glass and moves gracefully between us, taking our partially empty glasses and setting them next to hers.

“Follow me,” she purrs. We obey. She leads us into a guest bedroom we’ve been in before. It is the most sparsely decorated room in the house. Plain white curtains are pulled back from an oversized window. I can’t help but stare at the view. All ocean, calm and serene.

Evelyn kisses me lightly on the lips. I can taste the wine she’s been sipping. I feel Jonah step closer to us and my body reacts to his scent, his heat, his closeness. He kisses the back of Evelyn’s neck while I continue to gently nibble on her bottom lip. She moans in pleasure, encouraging us to continue. My hands make their way up her sides, her silk blouse is soft against my skin. I kneed my fingers into her soft breasts. She pushes against me, her hands on my back, nails digging lightly into my skin under my shirt.

Jonah is unbuttoning her pants while I go to work on the buttons of her shirt. She likes it when we admire her body, so we make sure to keep our eyes on her, despite wanting to look at each other. I have managed to get all of the buttons of her blouse undone as Jonah finishes removing her jeans. She is well toned, well tanned. I let my fingers trail over her soft, warm skin, reveling in the goose bumps my touch is creating. My hands press against her breasts again, and I feel the elastic of her bra give way. I know that Jonah’s nimble fingers have undone the back of it. He slides the straps onto her arms. I move my hands and let the bra fall to the floor.

My fingers trace their way down her torso. I hook my them under the waistband of her panties and pull them down. She steps out of them with the ease of the dancer she once was. Jonah is kissing Evelyn’s neck and shoulders, teasing one of her nipples between his fingers. She is writhing against him, her fingers hooked into the belt loop of my jeans. She pulls me forward so that I am against her. Evelyn pulls my shirt up and over my head and turns to face Jonah, arching her back, pushing her ass into my crotch. My dick stirs as she teases me with her gyrations.

With Evelyn facing the other direction I am free to admire Jonah without her knowing. My eyes scan his now naked torso. She is working on removing his jeans, continuously rubbing her ass against my dick. When she kneels down to pull Jonah’s jeans off completely I get a full view of him. My dick pushes against my briefs and jeans. Jonah sneaks a glance at me as Evelyn’s attention turns to his cock. His breath catches and I know that it is in her mouth, though I cannot look away from his eyes. Jonah is breathing heavy as Evelyn works him over. I can feel her moving back and forth against me. She stops moving and Jonah looks down. “Take off your brother’s pants,” Evelyn commands. 

This is usually the part where we refuse and I take off my own clothes. I am not sure if Evelyn has read the new contract. But when Jonah reaches forward and unbuttons my fly, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin, she looks up at us like she has done some sort of magic trick. I smile at him as he pulls my jeans over my thighs, but Evelyn has gone back to sucking his dick, so he cannot finish the task, and I do it myself. Evelyn decides to push her luck and give us more commands. “Rub his dick,” she instructs Jonah. His fingers brush against the head of my cock. Evelyn has stopped working Jonah’s dick over with her mouth and is now gaping up at us as he wraps his fingers around my hard on stretching the already overworked cotton of my briefs nearly beyond capacity.

Evelyn gets to her feet, careful not to interrupt the rhythm of Jonah’s hand against my cock. Her fingers curl around our backs and she pushes us closer together. “Kiss.” Her voice pulls me out of my concentration. My lips are on Jonah’s before she can get the ‘ss’ sound out. Next to us Evelyn pulls in a deep breath. Jonah’s fingers are working magic on my dick, and I am trying with everything I have inside me not to cum in my underwear. Once again Jonah’s intuition takes hold and he is removing them for me. As I am stepping out of my briefs I lean over and kiss Evelyn on the lips. She returns the kiss but does not hold me there. I feel her fingers on my chin and she’s pushing me back toward Jonah who is waiting for me, his fingers still wrapped around my hard on. He lets go for a moment, pressing his own hard dick against mine. I can feel the touch of is skin all the way through my body. My heart is racing, my breathing unsteady. Jonah kisses me gently, nipping at my bottom lip, letting his tongue brush against mine. “Fuck me,” he whispers in my ear.

I need no more prompting. I climb onto the bed pulling him with me. Evelyn moves to the other side and sits next to us. I watch her expression to make sure she is not feeling left out. There is nothing in her eyes that indicates that she is. They are dilated with excitement. Her fingers are at her lips, her skin is flush.

I turn my attention back to Jonah who is straddling me. My fingers trace his abs and I feel him shudder under my touch. “You’re in charge,” I whisper to let him know I am ready when he is. Jonah reaches back and guides my dick into him slowly, lowering himself inch by inch. I let him have all the control. His ass is tight and I can feel all of him as he continues to bring me in. When he begins to move his hips against me I match his rhythm. We move in unison, our moans joining the chorus of skin against skin. 

I glance at Evelyn. She has her fingers on her clit. Her eyes are on us, watching, I want to put on a good show, so I coax myself up into the sitting position and wrap Jonah’s legs around my waist. I press my lips against his and dive deeper into him. We moan into each other’s mouths, kissing, biting, breathing. I feel like I am going to explode. With a final thrust and a guttural groan I fill him with my cum. His ass throbs against my cock and he’s following me into bliss. I feel his hot cum hit my stomach just as his arms tighten around my neck. 

“That was, amazing.” Evelyn breathes next to us. “I hope one of you saved up enough energy to fuck me,” she teases, crawling over to join our sweaty mess of intertwined limbs. Jonah smiles at her with his ‘I’m going to fuck you now’ grin and he’s pulling her on top of him before I can move out of the way. “Stay,” she says over her shoulder and I stop trying to move.

As much as I hate to admit it, I love watching Jonah fuck. And now I know from experience that not only does he look good doing it, he is good at it. Evelyn is riding him like a bull, writhing against him, tossing her head back, her long hair cascading down her back, hitting against her ass. He is taking turns looking at her, and at me. Evelyn’s moans signal that she is close to her breaking point. Jonah’s arms wrap around her waist and she convulses over him. He is close behind, staring into my eyes as he fills the condom I barely saw him put on, but I know is there. 

We are dressed and standing at the front door, Evelyn looks at us with wonderment. “Thank you, that was. Well. Just, thank you.” 

In the car ride home we are quiet. There really isn’t a lot that needs to be said. I have the radio on an adult contemporary station and I admire the view as I drive the car down the winding road away from Evelyn’s house. At home I check our business email one last time, a habit I picked up after an especially good night in which a client promised to send more money, as a tip, he insisted. “Call Evelyn,” I tell him.

“Why?”

“She transferred ten thousand dollars to our account.” I feel immediately guilty.

“I wondered, if she had read the contract,” he says, dialing her number. “Evelyn, that’s too much money, we need to return it,” Jonah tells her. I am nodding at him in agreement. “I see.” He looks at me with a smile. “Goodnight.” He presses end. “She read the contract, she wants us to have the money, for our future.”

“Our future?” I ask, throughly confused.

“I don’t know, that’s just what she said.” He shrugs. “Let’s go to bed.”

I follow him out of the office and into his bedroom. We have slept in the same bed before, as kids, on family trips. But never like this. We strip down to our underwear and climb under the covers. I slide as close to Jonah as I can get and feel his arms wrap around me. I fall asleep immediately.

Chapter 3: Separation Anxiety

Behind my closed eyelids my eyes are adjusting to the morning light when I remember where I am. I move slightly and feel Jonah next to me. His morning hard on presses against my thigh. I want to wrap my lips around him, suck him off until his cum is sliding down my throat. My dick throbs in agreement. Instead, I carefully get out of bed and head for the bathroom. A cold shower and jerk off session takes the feeling away.

Jonah joins me in the kitchen a few minutes later, his hair wet. I wonder if he had the same morning I did. “Mom and dad want to know if we’re coming to dinner tonight,” Jonah says as he’s preparing the blender. 

Dinner with the family. It is a weekly thing. I am suddenly nervous, thinking of them. We can never tell them what we’re doing. With each other, I mean. They know what we do for a living, but not too much detail. As long as we’re making money, and being safe, they let us do our thing. But this, new aspect. I am suddenly five-years-old again, feeling guilty for doing something I’m not supposed to be doing. Jonah has sensed that I’ve gone into panic mode and stands next to me at the stove. “We don’t have to go, we can say we have work, or something,” he says.

“No.” I shake my head at him. “We can’t avoid family dinners forever, we’ll just do what we always do. Not talk about it.”

He nods in agreement and goes back to making our shakes.

After breakfast we decide on a hike in the hills rather than our usual gym time. The fresh air feels good. And helps clear my head. Our business phone rings and I stop, try to get my breathing under control, and answer.

“Looks like we do have work tonight after all,” I tell Jonah after ending the call. “But it’s not until late, so, we’ll still go to dinner.” I am not sure why I am so eager to face the family despite all of the nerves I feel. Maybe I just want to get it over with. 

We arrive at our parents house right as mom has finished cooking dinner. My insides are tied in knots, but I am outwardly happy when dad greets us at the door. We are an affectionate family so we are immediately pulled into an embrace. We see our parents weekly, sometimes more, during birthdays and holidays. But they both act as if we never visit. Our older brother is in the kitchen with mom, helping her put the food in serving dishes. We have exchanged our hugs and sarcastic greetings and have made our way to the dining room table.

The talk stays on the usual topics. Our brother Rich is a lawyer, as is our father. A thought not lost on either Jonah or I in discussing how important it is to keep our secret from the family. We talk sports, dad and Rich talk work, mom tells us she’s picked up two new hobbies, pottery and stained glass. I look at Jonah and I can see that he is as grateful for the focus being off of him and I as much as I am. Rich asks how business is, and we answer with the usual “great.” No one wants to ask any more questions and we offer no more information.

Rich leaves right after dinner. He is the face of the law firm he and dad run together, and tonight he has a cocktail party to attend. Dad is happy to let him take on that role. He would much rather spend his free time in his garage tinkering with old cars. I help mom clear the table while Jonah follows dad outside to take a look at his latest project. A ’66 Mustang. 

Mom is washing the dishes and I am drying them. This has always been my job. We stand at the kitchen sink passing dishes, mostly in silence. We can see dad and Jonah outside through the window over the sink. I am watching Jonah inspect the Mustang, admiring his ability to pretend that he’s interested in our father’s hobby.

“Everything okay with you and Jonah?” Mom asks.

I look at her, confused. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

She doesn’t answer right away. We go back to our assembly line dish washing routine. “I feel like something is different between you two.”

My heart sinks and my hands begin to shake. I tell myself there is no way she knows anything. Absolutely no way. “No, mom, everything is the same,” I say, putting as much assurance in my voice as I can.

She turns off the water and dries off her hands, staring out the window. “When you, work together, you guys don’t, do anything, to each other, do you?”

I drop the glass I am drying and it shatters on the tile floor. I want to throw up, cry, scream, and run all at the same time. I steady myself. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to, and stop thinking about what we do for work.” 

“I’m your mother, I am always going to worry about you,” she says, helping me pick up the shards of broken glass.

I walk away before she or I can say anything else. I grab a broom from the hall closet. When I return dad and Jonah are in the kitchen. Jonah is helping mom with the mess. He looks up at me and raises an eyebrow. This is the second time in as many days that I’ve done this, and I’m not the clumsy one. I shake my head at him hoping he will not mention this to them.

“We have an appointment,” Jonah says after we’ve cleaned up the kitchen and made our way to the small living room. We grew up here. It was always a place of joy and laughter. For the first time since we told them what we do for a living I am embarrassed and I cannot look either of my parents in the eye. 

“Be safe,” my mother whispers in my ear as we say our goodbyes. 

The lump in my throat grows, but I manage to say “always” before letting go of her and hugging my father goodbye. In the car Jonah stares at me, willing me to tell him what the hell is going on.

“Mom asked me, if we do anything, with each other, at work,” I tell him. I see his grip on the steering wheel tighten. “I told her not to ask about things she doesn’t want to know, after I dropped the glass on the floor.”

Jonah stares straight ahead, keeping his focus on the road. “You should have just said no, we don’t.”

“She’s our mother, Jo, she knows something is different. She said that before asking me, about work. Why else would she bring it up after all this time? She never has before.”

“Do you think dad knows?”

“I doubt it.” It is more of a hope than a true statement.

We spend the rest of the car ride in silence. I am afraid, suddenly, at what Jonah is thinking. I wonder if he’s contemplating the no touching clause again. I want to talk to him about it, but we are pulling into our client’s driveway. We have been with this client before, but only once. My nerves are shot and I am tempted to cancel. We’re here now, and Jonah is already out of the car.

I ring the doorbell and we wait in silence. We have never been very talkative, but I feel like this is different. Our silences are so much more tense now. As sex workers our motto is “sex does not change anything.” In this case, it has changed a lot of things. 

The client is a man in his early thirties. He is good looking, slightly overweight, and shy. We were fairly certain we would never see him again after our first session, but here we are. He greets us and invites us in, leading us into a large living room. Drinks flow freely with every job we take, and we are offered beverages right away. I try to push back my desire to gulp down the whisky I have been handed and ask for another. It works, briefly. The client offers me another and tells us to sit, make ourselves comfortable.

After our second round of drinks the client informs us that he would like to conduct our business separately. And that is how he refers to it. Business. I stifle a laugh, and we agree to “meet” with him one at a time. He has chosen to “deal” with Jonah first, so I am left sitting on the couch while they go off into the clients bedroom. This is the first time we have been separated in the two and a half years we have been escorts. We have no rules against it, it’s just never something any of our clients have ever wanted. They’re hiring twins, naturally we are a package deal. The idea of being alone with my thoughts has me fidgety. 

There is no television in this room, but I find a few coffee table books, oddly, on a shelf behind the couch. I start to flip through one of them. It is all art and photography. I am no better off escaping my thoughts. They all involve Jonah. I am suddenly insanely jealous of whatever is going on behind the bedroom door. Then I am back in my parent’s kitchen with my mother looking at me with a sense of disappointment. And before I stand up to find out what the other books on the shelf have to offer, I glimpse myself in an orange jumpsuit. 

Twenty minutes later Jonah and the client return and I feel a sense of relief. I know that once I am in the room with the client I can lose myself in the sex. Jonah smiles at me as I stand up and follow the client out of the room. He says very little, aside from “suck my dick” which I do, with less vim and vigor than I usually have for it, but he does not seem to notice, or care. When he commands me to fuck him I oblige, bending him over the bed. I close my eyes as I am pumping in and out of him and I picture Jonah. My thoughts of him send me into a quick orgasm and I’m filling the condom quicker than I mean to. The client doesn’t care. I continue to slide in and out of him despite going soft, and he convulses under me.

In the car Jonah turns to me and smiles. “That was, odd.” 

“So odd,” I say in agreement.

“I felt like I was conducting a business transaction, even while we were having sex,” Jonah continues. “It was so, robotic.”

“I thought it was just me.” I am thankful that he had the same experience. Maybe I was a lot less distracted than I thought. “He seemed to be having a good time.” I shrug.

“Yeah, I mean, I guess that’s what he’s into,” Jonah shrugs back at me.

When we get home I don’t bother to check the email account. I can feel from this evening’s events that the client has no intention of sending any more money, or hiring us again. Out of habit I head to my bathroom to shower. Jonah follows me. We undress and step into the shower stall. I step close to him, wanting to feel his bare skin on mine. The hot water washes over me and I feel the heat of it, and him, all over. My mouth finds his and I lose myself in the passion of his lips on mine, his familiar sweet taste, his hands on my body. His middle finger is rubbing my hole. I moan into his mouth and push against him, begging him to stick it in. My hand is wrapped around his dick, which has come to life at my touch. I can’t decide what I want more. His dick in my mouth or in my ass. 

I opt for ass, and turn around so that he has access to me. I brace myself using the wall and Jonah slowly eases himself into my hole. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close to him. I feel his lips against my neck and he is slowly sliding in and out of me, making every nerve in my body come to attention. I want to feel this, always. Like I am alive, like I am wanted. Like the world is far away and it’s just us. Jonah tightens his grip on my waist and starts moving faster. My body tenses and I am losing all control. As he hits every button inside me I scream his name and cum all over the wall in front of me. My knees threaten to give way but Jonah is holding me tight to him. His fingers dig into my skin and he lets out a groan before shooting hot cum into me. I can feel his dick throb and the heat of the cum against my ass and I don’t want to let him go. He slowly pulls out of me and turns me toward him. “Never again,” he says and it scares me. My eyes widen and I think I might burst into tears. “We will never allow a client to take us separately again,” he says, thwarting my complete breakdown. My pulse returns to its normal pace and I kiss him with a force that knocks us both back under the water of the shower head.

The combination of hot water, intense sex, and the day’s events makes me want to do nothing more than sleep. We have climbed into bed together, in my room this time, and I am laying across Jonah’s bare chest. He is running his fingers through my wet hair and I can feel his chest move up and down as he breaths steadily.

“We have to keep this a secret, Jake,” Jonah’s sleepy voice breaks into the quiet darkness. “As much as I would like us to be like any other couple, we will never get to walk down the street holding hands, or celebrate anniversaries with family and friends.”

I sit up and look at him. “Jesus Jo, we’re turning twenty one next week and you’re talking anniversaries and family gatherings. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“I know,” he says after a short silence. “But you can’t tell me you don’t see it Jake. You can’t tell me you aren’t falling in love with me, and that this won’t tear apart our family and we won’t lose friends.” His voice catches and I know he is on the verge of tears.

He’s right. I can’t tell him any of that. Except one thing. “You’re wrong,” I say, laying my head back down on his chest. “I am not falling in love with you Jo.” I pause and I feel him suck in a breath. “I am in love with you.”

“I love you too Jake.”

Chapter 4: What Happens in Vegas

I’m not sure why we agreed to celebrate our twenty-first birthday in Vegas. I guess we figured it was tradition, or at least that’s what our friends told us. “It will be a boys weekend,” Nathan had said. “You’ll get to go to the clubs without using fake IDs,” Adam piped in. “It’s going to be epic!” Nathan insisted. They knew Jonah and I were not the clubbing types, and although we did have fake I.D.s, we have looked twenty-five for at least five years. We had gone to school with them since junior high. Both were on the football team, like us, but unlike us, they took advantage of every opportunity to party and fuck the entire student body. I dated the head cheerleader for two years and Jonah dated her best friend. We were not monogamous by any means, we were just a bit more picky about who we hooked up with.

Adam drove. Nathan sat in the passenger seat playing DJ. Jonah and I sat in the back watching them argue about what songs were best for the Kane Twins Vegas Weekend Extravaganza, Adam had coined it. We always wondered if they would couple up, but Adam had found himself a girlfriend and Nathan was still deciding which gender he wanted to be with. They had turned twenty-one a few months ago, their birthdays a week apart, the irony that they threw a house party instead of going to Vegas was not lost on me.

Nathan finally found the perfect playlist and turned up the volume. The bass vibrated through the speakers and Adam drummed on the steering wheel to the beat. Jonah and I exchanged a look that was our promise to enjoy the weekend, no matter what. We sang along to the music, back seat danced, and lost ourselves in the moment as dirt and desert flashed by outside.

Adam turned down the music as the lights of the city came into view. The drive to Vegas was the fun part. No one enjoyed the ride back. We gave a whoop and holler cheer as the silhouettes of the oversized hotels popped up over the horizon. We were staying at the Hard Rock Hotel. It had its own club scene, cool restaurants, a tattoo shop Adam was dying to get into and one hell of a suite for an affordable price. Jonah and I agreed to pay for the room, the boys had to find a way to pay for the food and drinks. We were pretty sure we were going to get the better end of that deal.

Our room was on one of the top floors, and despite being off the strip, the view of the lights and buildings did not make it feel any less like we were in the heart of sin city. We had a living room, with two couches and a big screen TV, and a full bedroom, with a king-sized bed. Jonah and I claimed it without much argument from Adam or Nathan. The bathroom was bigger than some people’s apartments, with a separate shower and bathtub that looked like they fit seven people each. My thoughts turned to all the things I wanted to do to Jonah in there and I stamped them down quickly. 

“I’ll just sleep in the tub,” Nathan suggested, looking over my shoulder.

“Just because it is bigger than a house doesn’t mean you get to bring more people into our room,” I teased. 

“Yes, dad.” He bumped his shoulder into my back playfully.

Dinner was a must, and we found ourselves in a kitschy restaurant off the lobby of our hotel. Adam and Nathan were making plans for our weekend, mapping out which clubs we were going to hit and how many casinos we could play poker in. Jonah and I listened intently, letting their infectious excitement influence our moods. 

After dinner we decided to take a wander through the Hard Rock’s casino, stopping to play a couple of the slot machines, losing money immediately. We sat down at a blackjack table and proudly handed over our real IDs when the dealer asked for them. Adam was up five hundred dollars within an hour, but Nathan, Jonah and I were down. We stepped back and watched Adam work for a bit before security asked us to move away from the table. Nathan directed us toward one of the several bars in the middle of the casino and we found an empty booth. 

I sat close to Jonah, letting my knee rest against his under the table. I wanted to touch him, feel his muscular thigh on my fingers, hold his hand, but I couldn’t. And I didn’t. Adam found us a short time later, announcing he had walked away with a grand. He was very proud of himself for not only winning, but for leaving the table while he was ahead. Nathan suggested we go to a club at one of the hotels on the strip, and although I wasn’t thrilled, we followed him out of the bar and into the loud casino. When we stepped outside the revolving doors we were hit by extreme cold and driving rain. “Did anyone bring an umbrella?” Adam screamed over the noise of the rain hitting the roof of the awning we were standing under. We shook our heads and made our way back into the casino.

“Maybe we’ll have better luck tomorrow,” I suggested when we were back inside. “It’s only Thursday, we have two more nights.”

We split off into two groups. Adam and Nathan went back to the blackjack table, Jonah and I found a poker table to sit at. After an hour we cashed out and headed back to our room. As soon as we were in the door Jonah pulled me into a passionate kiss. “I have been waiting all day to do that,” he breathed into me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom. I had no idea how long Adam and Nathan would be gone, but I was not going to let the opportunity of being alone slip by.

My heart beat faster as his hands trailed over my chest and stomach. We kissed with a need that drove me further into oblivion. Voices outside the suite door pulled me out of the moment, causing us both to step back from each other. We waited. Adam and Nathan had not returned. With a slight frown Jonah suggested we take things into the bathroom. Where there was a door we could lock. I tried hard not to let the idea of having to be behind a locked door take way my desire for him. As if it could.

Jonah ran the water in the shower and we undressed each other slowly, stopping to kiss as each piece of clothing hit the floor. We stepped under the flow of hot water and continued to kiss and touch and rub against each other. My fingers toyed with Jonah’s hole, opening him up so he could take all of me. He moaned and pulled me closer to him as I slid my cock inside his ass and began to pump in and out slowly. I kissed his neck and held my arms around him, keeping him close. He braced himself against the wall as my thrusts pushed against him. I could feel his ass throb against my dick and he shot a load of cum onto the tiles of the shower floor. I was not far behind, filling him with hot cum as he leaned back and his mouth found mine.

We stood at the sink each with a towel wrapped around our waists. Looking in the mirror I tried to differentiate him from myself, trying hard to find a way to not feel guilty about how much sneaking around we were having to do just to continue this relationship. I used to be able to find our small characteristic differences. But right now I could not tell where he ended and I began. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the door to the hotel suite close. I turned away from the mirror, opening the door to the bathroom part way, making it look like we were just in there at the same time.

“I gotta pee,” Nathan’s voice came through the crack in the door. I opened it all the way and headed toward the bedroom, with Jonah following behind me. I was throwing on a pair of pajama pants when Adam stepped in to the room.

“How much did you lose?” I asked him as he waited for Nathan to get out of the bathroom. 

“Thanks for the confidence,” Adam teased. “We are both up.”

“Nice,” Jonah chimed in behind me. “At least we know we get to eat this weekend,” he quipped.

Adam took off his shirt and threw it at Jonah. “Dick,” he said in his favorite dude voice. 

With the lights out and Nathan and Adam safely out of the room, I slid closer to Jonah and pulled his arm over me. I wanted to fall asleep wrapped in his warmth.

We slept this way all night and into the early morning light. I heard either Adam or Nathan or both come through and use the bathroom at least once or twice. I wondered if they could see us, in this giant bed, using only one small section of it. Together. We woke up still in a strong embrace and I could feel him hard against me. As usual I wanted to play, and as usual I got out of bed and took care of myself in the bathroom instead.

“Why couldn’t you have been born in March, or, June or something,” Nathan whined as we stood in line for the buffet for breakfast. It was still raining and he was upset that they couldn’t go out to the pool and sit in a lounge chair with a cocktail all day. 

“So sorry, we’ll have a chat with our mother,” Jonah responded before I could. 

After a hearty breakfast Adam begged us to go check out the tattoo shop at our hotel. He was itching to get inked in Vegas. We were happy to oblige, and for a brief moment I considered getting some ink myself. The shop was busy but not overbooked and Adam let out as close to a squeal as possible for a man-child of his size. 

Jonah and I were checking out the wall of optional tattoos. “Would you be upset if I got one?” I asked him. He looked at me, confused. “You think it would be a problem with any of our clients?” I amended my question but he had figured out I was actually asking his permission. He brushed his arm against mine to tell me he appreciated the gesture.

“We’re probably the only escorts in all of Los Angeles that do not have tattoos,” Jonah pointed out. “And no, I wouldn’t be upset. But if you got one, I’d want one to match it.”

My heart skipped a beat. I was unsure if I would ever get used to how I felt being around him now. I was in constant battle with my own emotions. I want to ravish him and reject him at the same time. “We’ll wait, and find the perfect one then,” I suggest.

Adam wants his sister’s name tattooed on his left shoulder. She had died when we were in junior high of a rare form of cancer. They were very close and Adam would never get over the loss. He had been waiting to get his first tattoo and this was the perfect time, he had said. The experience was intense for all of us. The artist talked about his family and the losses he had been through after Adam had shared why he was getting a tribute to his sister. We sat with him, Nathan held his hand every so often when a tear would fall from Adam’s cheek. Nathan had been close with Ashley too, they had all grown up together as neighbors.

The intensity of the experience weighed on us and put us in a somber mood so we headed back to the room to relax for a while before deciding what we were going to do about going out. Adam felt guilty for bringing down the fun, but we were honestly glad to be out of the chaos of the casino floor. We ordered room service for lunch and watched terrible television and laughed about the early days of our friendship. Adam fell asleep for a while and Nathan read about a nightclub right in our hotel that sounded promising. 

“If we’re going to be out all night I am going to go nap,” Jonah announced after the three of us had collectively decided the hotel’s club ‘Vanity’ would suffice for a party spot.

“Probably a good idea,” Nathan agreed before I could feel bad about wanting to go with my brother into the bedroom.

In the bedroom we laid on opposite sides of the bed, fearing that in broad daylight there was nothing that would shield us from being seen if we cuddled together, no matter how much we wanted to. Despite the thoughts weighing on my mind, I managed to fall asleep. When we woke up Adam was giddy with excitement that we had decided to go to the club instead of be bummers and sit in the casino bar another night, his exact words. 

The four of us looked like an ad for Abercrombie and Fitch by the time we left our room. We had primped and prodded and put on our sexiest club faces with our tightest jeans and best fitting shirts. Jonah and I both argued against this, but Adam and Nathan insisted we at least act like the sex monsters we actually were, for once. 

“I know you fuck people for a living, how about trying it for fun?” Nathan whispered into my ear as he put another handful of gel into my hair, spiking it up to the ceiling, much to my dismay. If he only knew.

November was not prime time in sin city so the club was only half full. We got ourselves a private table just on the other side of the dance floor with our own server and a perfect view of the club patrons dancing wildly to the records being spun by a DJ in some high up box they couldn’t really see.

Nathan pulled us onto the dance floor, grinding up against each of us, trying to get us to join in the fun. I looked at Jonah and shrugged. We let go of everything, and danced, for hours. Adam got the DJ to play us a song for our birthday and the club broke out in a chorus of Happy Birthday after the last beat hit the speakers. We closed the place down and as we headed toward the elevators back to our room I actually admitted, out loud, that it was fun.

Back in our room we all quietly made our way through various rituals to get ourselves into bed. None of us had gotten drunk, not overly anyway. We were all still able to function, and speak, and stand upright. But we were silly and goofy and playful as we fought for the bathroom sinks, despite the expansive space we had before us. Jonah and I climbed into bed and kept our distance until we were certain Adam and Nathan were in the other room, in bed, falling asleep. 

As soon as it was quiet enough, and dark enough, we moved closer together. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him. I contemplated turning over and making out with him, but the threat of being seen kept me from moving.

Saturday was much of the same, aside from the tattoo experience. We played in the casino, had lunch in our room, went back out for a while, then came back in for a nap. Dinner ended up being amazing, the steakhouse in our hotel was crazy good and we ate our fill of beef and potatoes and vegetables and cake, which Nathan had insisted was important because it was our birthday weekend. When I suggested that we skip the club and go back to our room to chill the guys were too full to argue, so back to our room we went. Adam found “The Hangover” playing on one of the few channels available on the television. We all decided it was probably a requirement that all hotels play the movie at least once a day, if not have its own channel to play it all day long.

Jonah was lounging against the arm of the couch and I decided I was done pretending I didn’t want to be next to him. There was nothing wrong with us being close. I leaned on him so that my back was against his chest and after he held in a deep breath he relaxed and let his arm fall over my shoulder.

If Nathan and Adam were surprised by our mild public display of affection neither one of them said anything. We watched the movie in silence, laughing at the appropriate moments and promising to never get into any trouble like the wolf pack had. I fell asleep against Jonah just before the credits rolled.

I woke up to Nathan and Adam arguing.

“We’re not going out without them,” Adam insisted. 

“Why not, if they don’t want to go out let them sleep,” Nathan argued.

“You can go out if you want,” I hear Jonah say behind me. I open my eyes and nod in agreement. 

“Go, have fun, we’re good,” I tell them.

“Truthfully I don’t really want to go out,” Adam tells Nathan directly. 

Nathan looks at him. “I need to get laid, if we’re not going to go out, you’re going to be the one that fucks me.”

I thought for sure Adam would suddenly find the energy to go out. Instead, he shrugged at Nathan and said “Kay.” I am not sure which of us was more surprised but Nathan wasted no time taking advantage of Adam’s willingness to comply. They were kissing before Adam had any chance to change his mind.

“Should we leave them to it?” I suggest to Jonah, hoping we can take advantage of them being occupied to have our own fun, in the other room. 

“No, stay here,” Nathan stops us from leaving. “Join us.”

Neither of us moved and it made me happy that Jonah hesitated. We checked in with each other in one short look and decided it was better to go with it than to have to explain why we didn’t. Yeah, we speak silently to each other often.

I sit on the couch in front of Nathan as Adam stands up behind him, rubbing the opening of his ass. I put my mouth over Nathan’s dick and Jonah kisses him. He is getting the full treatment. Nathan announces he is coming and I am unsure what to do. The only person I have ever let cum in my mouth is Jonah. I let that guide me, wrapping my fingers around Nathan’s dick and jerking him off until he finishes, cum falling on to the carpeted floor. He moans into Jonah’s mouth, and I notice he has his hands wrapped around my brother’s cock. I see that Jonah is almost at his orgasm point, I know the look well, and I forget to hold back. Without thinking I move in front of him and open my mouth waiting to let his cum slide down my throat. Nathan does not stop working Jonah’s dick with his fingers and I feel the heat of his cum on my tongue. Nathan lets go and I wrap my lips around the head of Jonah’s dick making sure I get all of it.

I look from Jonah to Nathan to Adam. Jonah’s face is strained, trying not to panic. Nathan and Adam are not phased. Maybe slightly surprised but not a worry or care shows on their faces. I stand up and Nathan kisses me. “That was hot,” he whispers as Adam announces he is coming.

“Did we just get a glimpse at what you guys do for your clients?” Nathan asks as we’re all trying to catch our breath. 

Here’s my chance to get it out there. I want to tell them everything. And by the look on his face Jonah does too. 

“Not until recently,” I say. “We had a client offer us a stupid amount of money to watch us have sex. With each other.”

“We took the offer,” Jonah continued for me. “And it pretty much changed everything.”

“Is it just a work thing?” Adam asks after we’ve stopped talking.

“No,” I answer.

I cannot tell what either of them is thinking. I feel a weight lifted, but I also feel tense. Are we about to lose the only friends we have? Are they going to tell people? There is a long silence and I feel claustrophobic despite the enormity of the room. I want to scream at them to talk to us, and I want to cry. 

“You can never tell anyone,” Adam says, finally.

“No,” I say sadly.

“Then why do it?” Nathan asks.

“It’s worth it,” Jonah tells them.

That answer seems to be good enough. The subject is dropped and Jonah and I head to the bedroom. I feel like I am going to break down in tears. We climb onto the bed and I lay my head against his chest. When he puts his arm around me I start to feel better. 

“Hey,” I hear Jonah say and I feel someone sit on the bed. I open my eyes and see both Adam and Nathan sitting on the bed next to us.

“Hey.” They say it in unison. 

“I just want you both to know that I’m cool with everything,” Nathan says. “I’ll always be here for you. I love you both.” He kisses us each on the forehead and smiles. 

“Thank you for being honest,” Adam says. 

The ride home is even more somber than a usual Sunday trip back from a weekend in Vegas. Although we are sure Nathan and Adam are being truthful that they are okay with our new relationship, there are still unsaid words. In all our time as friends we have never had any sexual contact, until the night before. And Adam is feeling guilty about lying to his girlfriend. Adam drops us off at our condo complex and we feel older than our twenty one years. 

Chapter 5: Not So Happy Holidays

Family gatherings, especially during the holidays, have never been my favorite thing. Since Jonah and I have been escorting we have had a volatile relationship with extended family, our aunt and uncle, our grandparents. They have all assumed we do everything from porn to selling drugs for a living. We let them think what they want. 

This year’s Thanksgiving dinner has me tied in knots. I am not prepared to answer the million questions about what I am doing for work and I am not in the mood to be asked why I have not found a nice young lady to settle down with. My sexuality is a thing of mystery to them. I have been known to answer the question with snarky remarks like “he doesn’t exist” or, “I am still undecided on which gender I prefer having sex with,” hoping that will shut them down. But every year they try again.

We are at our parents house. I am in the kitchen with mom, helping her finish cooking the last few dishes and get them ready to be put on the table. I feel bad that I have left Jonah in the middle of the fray of family, but he is better at handling them than I will ever be. I am hoping mom has gotten over her curiosity about our business dealings though. There is no telling how many dishes I will break today.

Dinner is served and for the time being everyone is lost in the tastiness of the meal. Mom is an amazing cook. We are sitting around the large wood dining room table getting eating turkey with all the fixings and no one is really talking much. But by the time we have had our fill the chit chat begins and I am on edge. The questions start. “How’s work? What is it you do again? Have you met any nice girls yet?” Jonah answers each one himself. Good. Shrug. No. 

“And you, Jake?” My grandmother turns her attention to me. 

I take a deep breath. I am going to do it. I am going to answer honestly. I look at Jonah and give him a smile that I hope he understands. “Work is good, we’re making good money, lots of clients. Escorting is a lucrative business. I’m not really looking to settle down just yet.” I lie about that one thing. I’m frustrated with the questioning, but I am not stupid. 

“So you are in porn,” my aunt says after a brief silence has come over the room. 

“We are escorts,” Jonah answers her, I know this isn’t a good enough explanation.

“So you’re prostitutes?” My uncle chimes in. “You know about this?” He turns his attention to our parents who just nod.

“No wonder you haven’t found anyone to settle down with.” Grandmother, still concerned with our love lives.

I want to scream at her. Tell her that she will never get the grandkids she’s hoping for, not from us anyway. I know Rich is not going to be any help to us in the conversation so I don’t even deflect to him. I just seethe in my seat for a few minutes and then I bolt out of the room. 

Jonah finds me in our childhood bedroom. I am sitting on top of the small desk under a window that looks into the backyard where we played a lot of football and got a lot of bruises. He approaches and looks past me out the window. “Sorry, I just couldn’t sit there anymore,” I tell him. 

“They’re yelling at mom and dad now,” Jonah says.

I feel guilty. “Damn, I’ll go rescue them.” I move to stand up but Jonah stops me. He wraps his arms around me and holds me there.

“They are going to ask more questions,” Jonah says as he lets go of me.

“We do what we’ve always done, we say as little as possible, and if they ask us about having sex with each other we lie,” I answer him.

“Agreed.” He holds out his hand to pull me off the desk. As I am moving to stand up Rich comes into the room. His face is red and his eyes are dark.

“How long,” he says trying to hold down his voice.

Jonah and I look at him with confusion. He’s known about our work, so that’s not what he’s asking about. What is he asking about?

“How long have you been,” he pauses, “having sex with each other?”

I feel like I have been hit in the gut. All the wind has been knocked out of me and I can’t speak. 

“Two weeks,” Jonah answers him.

Rich is running his fingers through his hair and pacing the room. He cannot look at either one of us. “Is it just a work thing?”

We don’t answer. I know the smart thing to do is say yes. It is only for work and only for our clients. But I don’t have the energy. 

“You know that is illegal right?” Rich says. “Jesus. Don’t ever tell mom and dad. Dad will have you thrown in jail and mom will be heartbroken,” he adds. “Why?”

I am still speechless. Jonah looks at him, directly, and answers “Love.”

Rich laughs. “Of course you love each other, you’re brothers. But what you’re doing, is just wrong.”

Neither Jonah nor I say anything else. Rich looks at both of us. “You are going to go out there and you are going to say goodnight and leave. Go home and think about what you’re doing. You can never be a real couple. Ever. You will never have children, you will never get married. You will never be able to talk about your relationship with anyone. And if the wrong people find out, you will go to jail.”

“What are you going to do?” I find my voice.

“I am going to pretend like I don’t know a damn thing,” he says and turns his back on us.

Jonah and I wait a couple minutes before heading out of the room. “I’m not feeling well and you’re going to drive me home and make sure I am okay,” I tell him as we’re walking down the hallway. 

He stops me before we get into the living room. “No, we are going to excuse ourselves and leave. We don’t need any reasons why. And if they ask for one, we tell them we’re tired of being put on the spot and we’re sorry our lives do not live up to their expectations.”

I am surprised by his words. Jonah is the level headed one. I nod at him and smile with admiration. This is why I love him. My heart constricts as I think it.

No one makes any effort to stop us from leaving. Not even mom.  

We have not said anything all the way home. When we step inside our condo Jonah turns to me and pulls me into an embrace. I wrap my arms around him and I feel safe. I let go of him and take his hand, pulling him into my bedroom. We are barely in the door when I drop to my knees. I don’t even wait until we’re at the bed before I am unzipping his jeans and pulling his dick out of his briefs, eager to feel him inside my mouth. He moans in appreciation, putting a hand on my head to guide me further into him. I run my lips and tongue over his cock, making it hard, wet, throb. He announces he is coming and I cannot wait to taste it. His cum slides down my throat and I lick his cock, making sure I get it all. He leans down and kisses me deep. 

I stand up and Jonah picks me up and carries me to the bed. He lays me down softly and climbs over me. His eyes still have the want and need they have had since this began. I will never stop wanting to give him anything and everything he asks. 

Jonah has unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulled them over my legs and off of my ankles. His fingers slide under the waistband of my briefs and my skin shudders at his touch. He adds my briefs to the pile of discarded clothing and turns me over. I feel him spread my ass cheeks with his hands and then I feel his tongue wet against my hole. I convulse under him and moan loudly. He continues to run his tongue over the opening of my ass and I am lost in ecstasy. When he stops I am about to protest but then I feel his dick slide into me and I am back to oblivion. He slowly pushes into me and I feel every bit of him. When he hits my prostate I push back against him and moan again. He continues his motions and I call out his name as I explode. My dick shoots cum all over the bedspread. He is close behind me, filling me with more cum and collapsing against my back.

“I will always want this,” Jonah whispers in my ear as we cuddle together, sticky with cum and sweat.

“Me too,” I answer and fall asleep.

A week later I am on the phone with mom attempting to apologize for being so candid during our Thanksgiving dinner. I know that in order to keep the family from being in turmoil Jonah and I will have to make an appearance at our grandparent’s house on Christmas day. “I promise I will not mention our work again,” I tell her. 

“I don’t think anyone is going to ask about it ever again,” she says. 

“That was my plan,” I say, honestly.

“Is everything else okay?” she asks.

“Yes, everything is fine mom,” I am not lying, this time. Jonah and I have not made any effort to stop our relationship. We know the deal. We don’t care. “We’ll see you at dinner tomorrow night,” I say as a goodbye.

Despite the holidays mom and dad insist on having our weekly family dinners, just the five of us. We have not spoken to Rich since Thanksgiving, so our decision to attend the dinner is even more nerve-wracking than ever. The meal is quiet. The room is tense. I feel bad for being the reason for both. I get up to clear my plate and Jonah follows me. When we walk back into the dining room I hear Rich say “they’re sleeping together,” loudly. Jonah bumps into me when I stop short.

“Is that true?” dad asks.

There is no reason to lie now. Mom has suspected, Rich has had it confirmed, and now it has been said out loud for everyone to hear. “Yes,” I say quietly. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” dad yells in our direction. “Did you know about this?” he asks mom. She shakes her head no.

“There is nothing wrong with us,” Jonah answers him. I’m pretty sure that was a rhetorical question but Jonah’s voice is strong in his belief of those words. The three of them, mom, dad, and Rich, are staring at us. I don’t know what they’re thinking. I assume it’s all kinds of disgust and disappointment. 

“How long has this been going on?” mom asks.

“A few weeks,” I answer. 

Jonah takes a deep breath behind me. “We will not discuss this any further after tonight, so get your questions out now,” he says. 

“How did it, start?” mom asks meekly.

“Our contract has had a no touching clause since we made the decision to work together. We have not so much as put a hand on each other in two and a half years. A couple weeks ago we got an offer. A very lucrative offer. And we agreed to remove the no-touching clause, just for this client, and just for the one night,” Jonah answers.

“But the experience opened something up in us that we had been missing,” I continue for him. “And we removed the clause permanently.”

“So it’s just a work thing then?” dad asks.

“No,” Jonah and I answer together.

“They’re in love,” Rich says sarcastically, rolling his eyes at us.

Mom sucks in a breath and dad is shaking his head. “You should probably go,” he says in our direction.

“John,” mom pleads at him. 

“Jackie,” dad says back at her, and I can tell he is trying to hold his temper. He turns back to us. “You need help. Professional help. When the holidays are over you are going to see a therapist. You will come to Christmas lunch with the family and you will not say anything about this,” he turns his attention to Rich. “You, will not say a word about it either.”

We have learned never to question our father’s word, and we are not going to challenge him on this. Deep down Jonah and I both know that if we make him mad enough our father will not hesitate to have us arrested. Not because he doesn’t love us, but because he thinks that is how he should show that he does. 

Jonah and I nod wordlessly and say goodnight. 

In the car on the way home I am going through several different emotions. On the one hand, I am oddly relieved that this is all out in the open now. I knew it would not go over well, I am not living in a fantasy world. But at least they know. Then I panic. They are going to try to separate us. And finally I am defiant. Who are they to say what is right and wrong when it comes to us?

Jonah is quiet in the passenger seat next to me. When we get home I stop him in the living room. “What are you thinking about?”

“Do you want to stop?” he asks.

“Stop?”

“This, what we’re doing. Do you want to break up or whatever?”

“No,” I say emphatically. “Do you?”

“No,” he is adamant.

“Good.”

It is Christmas day and we are about to walk in to our grandparents house. We have a new plan of action. We stand at the door, hand in hand, and ring the bell. We are greeted by our grandfather who welcomes us in. We follow him into the living room where everyone has gathered, still hand in hand, like a couple. We say our hellos and sit down next to each other. Mom, dad and Rich are staring daggers at us. We ignore them. Jonah pulls our arms onto his lap. 

If they have noticed our sudden open affection they have not acknowledged it. They have not made any effort to talk to us either though. We sit through lunch with everyone talking around us. Mom has tried to pull us aside but we refuse to move. Rich is trying to stop us from existing just from his stare and dad has just stopped looking in our direction altogether.

It is time to exchange gifts so we have no choice but to let go of each other, though we make sure we are sitting as close to each other as possible. A part of me wants to sit in Jonah’s lap, but I refrain. When the presents are all opened we stand and excuse ourselves. As we head toward the door Jonah wraps his fingers around mine and we exit the house without any more words.

My heart is racing and I can’t get the faces of my family out of my mind. We pull into our parking garage and Jonah turns off the engine. Neither of us moves. I let out a deep breath and open my door. Jonah follows me into the elevator. We lock our fingers together and wait in silence as we ascend the three levels to our floor. When we are in the entryway of our condo Jonah stops me and pulls me to him. He puts his lips close to my ear and whispers “I need you, I need to feel you inside me.” 

All the blood in my body races to my dick and it pushes against my jeans. Our lips are moving against each others and I can taste desire on his tongue. He moans and breaths heavily into me as I run my hand over his crotch. Everything around me fades away and all I can feel is him and my want for him. We continue our assault on each other’s lips as we make our way to his bedroom. I break away to remove his shirt and run my hands over his chest and abs. My fingers find his button and zipper and I graze his dick lightly as I pull his jeans down to his ankles. He steps out of them, holding my shoulders for balance. His soft lips kiss the skin on my neck as he removes my jeans. I feel his touch all over my body and my desire for him escalates beyond reason. 

Jonah’s legs are wrapped around my waist and I am slowly rubbing my hard dick against the opening of his ass. It is taking every ounce of my energy to continue this slowly. I want to make love to him. I want to take my time. But I also want to ravish him. I trail my tongue along his neck and chin, tracing my way up to his lips. I cover his mouth with mine and slowly slide my dick into his ass. He moans into my mouth as I push my entire length inside of him. He pulls me closer to him, strong hands on my ass, and I pump in and out of him in a gentle rhythm. 

“Don’t stop,” Jonah begs. “Fuck me harder.”

I quicken my pace and I can feel myself losing control. Jonah’s ass is tightening around my dick and I know he is about to cum with me. 

“Fill my ass,” Jonah commands and I break. I let out a loud groan as my body lets go of everything. I can feel my orgasm all through me and I am shaking but I continue to move in and out of him as he cums onto his stomach. I collapse against him and the emotions of the day rush to the surface. With the warmth of Jonah’s sweaty, sticky skin against me I lose myself in them. Just as I fall into the abyss of sleep I wonder how this can possibly be wrong. I am in love with my best friend, my soul mate. My brother.

Duplexity: The Kane Twins - Part 2