WARNING: Mature content, incest, foursome (beginning and end of scene are now marked)

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Jason

I wake up to the annoying buzzing of my alarm clock. I groan, throwing my hand off the bed towards the nightstand where my alarm clock should be. Before I can find that goddamn button another hand pops out and shuts it off for me. I slowly open my eyes to full mast and look up at the smiling face of my brother. My eyes travel lower and they fall onto Corey's toned chest and abdomen before they hit the edge of his towel where it hangs low on his hips, and then I have to stop. My eyes quickly snap back up to his face and I shift on the bed trying to hide my aparent excitement that is hiding beneath my comforter.

Corey may be a year younger than me at sixteen, but I swear that boy skipped two years of puberty and just went all the way.

"Morning, bro," he says to me cheerfully. Knowing Corey, he has been awake since the sun came up working out in our home gym in the basement. Like he needed any help to retain that muscle mass.

I know what you're thinking: how the hell can I be thinking of my brother this way? The only answer I could give is that I just couldn't help it. And it wasn't just Corey, it was all of them. Yes, all of them. I have three brothers, and they are all just as beautiful as Corey. Not just on the outside either, they were amazing on the inside as well. I couldn't help but fall for them.

Just thinking about it makes me feel sad, though, because I know they would never feel the same way. They would be disgusted if they ever found out about how I feel.

Corey

I look down at my brother as he stares up at me from his bed. Even with pillow lines streaking his face and his hair in disarray, Jason is positively scrumptious. Right after the thought comes to mind, I internally cringe. I don't know when I started thinking like this, but ever since it started I haven't been able to stop it.

Jase, he's just so... perfect. He looks nothing like me. Jase's hair is a beautiful golden blonde, while mine is just a dull, ugly brown. And his eyes, oh his eyes. They are the most beautiful of all blues. Like that one flower. What's it called? Cornflower. That's it.

Not to say that Simon and Paul aren't beautiful, too, but they are beautiful in a different way.

I plaster a huge smile on my face like nothing is wrong and say, "So Jasey Boy, what are you making for breakfast? I'm starved." I sit down on the edge of Jase's bed by his feet with my words.

Jase sits up in bed, rubbing at his tired eyes before looking back to me. "Actually Simon wanted to make breakfast this morning."

My jaw goes slack at his words and my eyes widen to about the size of Jupiter. "You're letting Simon make breakfast by himself?" I ask, stunned.

Jase perks up a little bit as he thinks about it. "Maybe I didn't think this through very much."

We both pop up and head towards the door, neither of us caring that I'm only in a towel and Jase is only in his underwear. Which make his ass look fantastic, by the way. All thoughts of Jase are pulled out of my head though as I hear the smoke alarm go off in the kitchen.

Me and Jase share a frightened look before we sprint down the steps towards the kitchen. When we walk in, I see Simon looking shell shocked in the middle of the kitchen. There is black smoke spewing from a pan on the stove and there is white, powdery flour everywhere.

"Simon!" Jase exclaims as he runs towards our little brother. I make my way to the stove and grab an oven mit to remove the pan of burnt pancakes from the stove and toss them, along with the pan, in the sink to cool off.

Jase is holding Simon's hand tenderly in his own as I notice tears coming to the younger boy's eyes. "What happened?" Jase is asking, now.

"I- I had a little accident," Simon sniffles out. "I- I burnt my h-hand on the pan. I'm sorry about th-the m-m-mess."

"It's okay. Don't cry, baby. It's not your fault. Come 'ere." Jase pulls Simon into a hug as tears begin to flow from his eyes.

Jase looks at me and nods towards the sink. "Can you get me a damp towel? Make sure the water isn't too cold, just cool."

I nod and get to work on getting it for him. I turn around with the towel in my hand just as Paul stumbles into the kitchen looking bewildered with wide eyes. He's in boxers and one of my old shirts that he must have stolen without my knowledge. I love how he looks in my clothes.

"What happened?" He asks. When his eyes find Simon, though, it's like everything just stops and he no longer cares what happened. He runs to Simon, practically pushing Jase out of his way to get to him. "Simon, baby, what happened?"

"I didn't mean to do it. It was an a-accident."

"Of course it was. It's alright." Paul looks at me and holds his hand out. "Give the towel here, I'll take care of him."

Paul

I take the damp towel out of Corey's hand, completely ignoring his semi-nudeness and begin working on my baby's hand. The poor thing. Simon may be fifteen, like me, but he never quite learned to cook, and even when I have tried to teach him he still isn't very good at it.

Simon whimpers as I press the cool towel to his hand, but otherwise he doesn't complain. As I gently clean and cool his hand I study my beautiful baby. He is the only one of us in the room dressed. Though his clothes are covered in a fine layer of flower. Oh damn, he got egg splattered on my favorite Panic! At The Disco shirt. Simon never seemed to be wearing his own clothes. With us being twins, size wasn't a problem, and I couldn't really complain about him stealing my clothes since I'm wearing one of Corey's shirts right now. Which I hope he doesn't notice because he doesn't know yet that I have been taking his clothes. I just can't help it, his clothes all smell like him, and he smells so good.

I quickly shake those thoughts out of my head and focus souly on my little Simon. My poor baby was always hurting myself. But luckily he always had me to take care of him. And I would always be there to take care of him. If I can't tell him how much I love him, I will do my best to show him that I love him. Because, God, I love him so much.

  "Is it feeling any better?" I ask Simon, as I finish dabbing a layer of cool water over his whole hand.

  Simon nods but still lets out a whimper when I touch my finger to his burns. "Kiss it make it better?" He asks timidly. Like I would say no. This is a ritual we have been doing ever since we were little. Since mom was always busy with work and wasn't around much to take care of us, we began to take care of each other. Which basically meant making sure Simon didn't kill himself.

  Simon holds his hand near my face and I lean down and leave a small kiss on his palm. I then place a kiss on each one of his fingers making him giggle. "Better?" I ask.

  "A little," he responds.

  "If you guys are done can you maybe start helping clean this up?" I jump at the sound of Corey's voice and turn to see him smirking at me and Simon. Oops, I hope he doesn't suspect anything.

  After I send Simon upstairs to get cleaned up before school, I grab the mop Jase offers to me and start cleaning the flour off the floor. I freeze when I feel warm breath brushing against my neck. "By the way," Corey whispers next to my ear, "nice shirt, Paul." I can practically hear the smirk in his voice and I blush a brilliant shade of red at his words and his closeness. Corey's lips brush my ear as he pulls away and it takes all I have not to shiver in content. I love having him be so close to me. If only it could be like that all the time, but I doubt he would ever get that close to me again if he knew my real feelings.

Simon

  I sit in mine and Paul's room waiting for the boys to finish cleaning. I wring the edge of Paul's sweatshirt nervously as I wait for him to come up to our room. I can't take it anymore. I need to tell him. Even if he hates me, even if they all hate me I need to tell him. And not just Paul, all of them, but maybe we'll just start with Paul.

  I just love them so much. Paul, Corey, and Jase. Of course I would be the one to fall in love with my own brothers. I'm always such a screw up.

  They're gonna hate me when I tell them. But maybe...

  I had to have that hope. No matter how ridiculous it was, I needed it. I needed that maybe.

  The door opens quickly and I jump, startled at Paul's unexpected entrance. He is covered in a thin layer of flower and I blush because I know that it is my doing that made him look like that. Paul smiles and looks like he is about to say something, but before he gets a chance, I stand up abruptly and say louder than necessary, "I need to tell you something."

  Paul smiles at my outburst. He obviously has no idea what's about to happen. "Go ahead, Simon, say whatever you want."

  He takes a seat on my bed across from where I'm standing near his bed and looks up at me expectantly. I begin pacing and I notice his face change from amused expectancy to slight concern and confusion. He opens his mouth again and I cut him off for the second time. "I need to tell you something. It's very important and I need for you not to talk until I'm done."

  "Okay," Paul says as he nods in understanding.

  I pace a bit more, trying to find a way to start my confession. "There is something that I've been... feeling for a very long time. And you're probably going to hate me after I tell you, but I need to say it or I'm going to explode." I take a deep breath, keeping my eyes as far away from Paul's face as possible as I prepare myself for the nuclear bomb I'm about to drop onto my life. One more deep breath and... "I'm in love with you, Paul!" I stop pacing and finally face Paul's stunned face. I can feel the tears spring to my eyes as the silence drags on. He doesn't love me back, he hates me. He's disgusted. I knew it! I'm such a screw up!

  The first sob breaks out of my throat as I run towards the door. My hand on the doorknob, just ready to make my escape, and another hand lands atop of mine, stopping me. I gasp as Paul grips my hand a little tighter, pulling it away from the knob and I feel his breath brush across my cheek.

  "I could never hate you."

  A gasp leaves my throat but it is quickly caught as Paul spins me around and presses his lips flush against mine. Another gasp of surprise floats to my lips, but it is quickly transformed into a moan as Paul's tongue breaches the barrier of my lips.

  Then it finally dawns on me. I'm kissing Paul! My brother, who I have been in love with for who knows how long, is kissing me. He doesn't hate me! Could he possibly... love me back?

  A huge smile tries to split my face in half but it is having some trouble with Paul's lips being molded so closely to my mouth. That thought just makes my smile grow larger. Paul notices my smile and pulls away, making me whimper at the loss.

  "I love you, too, Simon," he whispers against my lips.

  I think I just died and went to heaven.

Jason

  I swear to God I'm going to die before today is over. No! Correction: I'm going to die before the morning is even over. Corey is still walking around in his towel. I mean, this isn't the first time Corey has walked around half naked, but, for some reason, all of the feelings I have for him seem to be doubled right now. I just can't handle his perfection.

I clear my throat as I break myself out of my intense staring at Corey's toned back. "I'm gonna go tell the twins that breakfast is ready."

  I walk down the hall about to head straight into Paul and Simon's room when a strange noise from behind the twin's door stops me. I press my ear to the door and that's when I hear it. That was definitely a moan. My dick jumps in my pants before I realize why one of them must be moaning: they brought someone else home. But how could that be? They've been here all morning. The thought of one of my brothers being with another man enrages me to no end. I was just about to storm away from their room and pout in defeat when I hear Simon distinctly moan, "Paul."

  That has me gaping at the door like an idiot. Simon did not just... moan Paul's name? Before I get a chance to reason with myself, my hand goes to the doorknob and I slam the door open. Paul and Simon freeze on Paul's bed, and they look to me with fear in their eyes. Both are shirtless and panting, and raging red hickies cover Simon's neck and chest.

  I am so shocked and turned on by the sight in front of me, that I don't hear someone coming up the stairs or my name being called until I hear said person gasp right behind me. I turn to see Corey standing behind me, his jaw dropped. I expect him to be angry, disgusted, but the only emotion that is clouding his eyes right now is lust.

  Corey steps into the room fully, closing the door behind him and sliding the lock into place with a click.

  I look back to the bed. Simon has tears running down his face, and Paul is positioned in front of him like a shield. They think we're angry, but I am far from angry and by the look I saw in Corey's eyes he's definitely not angry either.

  "Paul, come here," Corey says in a deadly calm voice. I shiver at the slight rasp I can hear in his voice. One glance at the tent in Corey's towel tells me that he is just as aroused as I am.

  Paul hesitantly gets off the bed, glancing at Simon, before walking towards where me and Corey stand near the door. Paul shakes in fear as he faces Corey, and my poor Simon just keeps crying. I want to go to him. I want to hug him and kiss him and tell him that it will all be alright, but I'm afraid that Paul might kick me where the sun don't shine if I make any advances towards his baby. Hopefully he'll be our baby if all goes well with this confrontation.

  The minute Paul is close enough, Corey grabs him and pulls him into his arms so they are chest to chest. I hear Paul gasp as his bare chest makes contact with Corey's. "I'm not mad," Corey whispers into Paul's ear, but I can still hear it, "and I don't think Jase is either." Corey glances in my direction, a seductive smirk lifting the left side of his mouth. I almost groan out loud from just that look.

  Corey turns back to a shocked Paul who glances at Simon across the room. I notice that Simon is listening very intently to our conversation, his mouth agape. His tears have stopped and right now he only looks shocked, no longer scared.

  Now that it's probably safe, I cross the room to Simon and sit on the bed in front of him. I wipe away his tears as I say in the most calm voice I can manage with the uncomfortable way that my arousal is rubbing against my jeans, "It's alright, Simon. Don't cry. We're not mad."

*** Mature scene starts here ***
  More tears spring into Simon's eyes, but this time I recognize them as tears of relief. Simon flings himself into my arms as he sobs into my neck. He pushes himself into my lap and I moan as our dìcks come into contact. Simon quickly jumps back, startled by my moan. When he notices the look in my eye, though, he just pushes himself closer and rolls his hips once against mine. I groan, my head tipping back. I look back to Simon and see him biting his lip nervously, drawing my attention to that particular part of his face. He notices my stare and removes the appendage from between his teeth. I waste no time and seize my opportunity as I lean forward and capture his lips with mine.

  I moan as Simon's sweet taste erupts into my mouth, my tongue quickly evades the rest of his mouth so I can taste more of him. I swallow up all of Simon's sweet whimpers and moans as I explore every corner of his mouth.

  I think that I hear Corey say something to Paul, but I am too distracted by Simon to care about what it was. I feel the bed dip but don't pay it any attention until Simon's mouth falls away from mine as he cries out in surprised pleasure. I clear the lust out of my gaze to see Paul sitting behind Simon, his lips on his neck and both of his hands exploring his chest, periodically teasing his nipples.

  My eyes are momentarily diverted from my beautiful Simon as I notice Corey stalking towards the bed, his lust filled gaze focused souly on me.

Corey

  There was no telling how extremely surprised I was when I walked in on my two little brothers making out and my other brother looking totally okay with it, but I am so happy that I did. Now I could have all of my beautiful brothers to myself.

  I stalk towards Jase, a seductive smirk on my lips as he just stares at me in utter lust. And to think, this whole time I thought my feelings were one sided.

I step up in front of Jase, wasting no time in claiming his lips in a short yet passionate kiss. "Why don't we give Simon and Paul a little moment to themselves?" I whisper to him seductively once I pull away.

Jase nods his head fervently and pushes Simon off his lap and into Paul's waiting arms. The twins waste no time in facing each other, Paul pushing his mirror image down on the bed to give his lips access to roam around his chest.

I pull Jase away from Paul's twin sized bed and move over to Simon's, immediately pushing Jase down and climbing on top of him, pulling his shirt off in the process. My lips connect with his, taking in his sweet taste that I have dreamed about. I've wanted Jase for so long and I never imagined he could possibly want me back. Now, all my wildest dreams are coming true.

  I quickly look over to Simon and Paul and come to the beautiful sight of Paul sucking off our littlest brother as he writhes around the bed. The image makes me pause for quite a long second before I focus back on my Jase, my lips moving to his neck. With all the noises he is making, it almost seems as if he doesn't have a weak spot, but, instead, all of the sensitive skin of his throat is one big weak spot.

  I move my lips up to Jase's ear, "Look at the twins, baby. I want you to watch them as I pleasure you." He gasps before nodding his head quickly and turning to look at our brothers.

  Jase moans at the image of the beautiful twins. Simon writhing and moaning even more as Paul tongue fucks his tight hole.

  "Do you like that, baby?" I whisper to Jase. "Do you want me to do that to you now?"

  Jase nods his head, but I decide to tease him a little. "Use your words," I whisper harshly with a nip to his soft ear lobe.

  "Yes!" he cries out, his voice hoarse.

I smirk, and slowly begin to move my kisses lower and lower down his body, stopping at his extra sensitive places to give them more attention. By the time I reach Jase's most private area he is already going crazy, noises falling from his lips uncontrollably as he bucks his hips towards my face. He knows what's coming next and he wants it just as much as I do.

I pull off his shorts and boxers in one go, his beautiful cock springing free from its confines. I start with a slow lick to the underside of his dick, running my tongue along the prominent vein there. He moans and bucks upward at the teasing but I push his hips back down into the bed. I take another lick, this one even slower, making Jase let out a noise of frustration.

I would gladly taste him more, but I don't want him to come yet. Plus, I have an even better treat for him.

I move my mouth downward, kissing