Twincest-club

Yani and I walked out of the mall, laughing. We look at each other's bags and start laughing again. "Why do you go to that shop?" I said to Yani. "Wait! Don't start there. That's the only shop where they sell black nail polish, and white. I mean, HELLO!.. it's maybe cheap (alright maybe not). But they do have everything you need." She said stubborn. "Yeah right." I turn to Saki. "Dude where's that limo." I look at the clock which hangs above the door, quite irritated. "There it is, why do you keep complaining about your staff?" "Me? Complaining? Why? Saki, do I complain? Be honest." "Sometimes you do." I look at her in a sarcastic way. "Nic

Chapter 1; Grateful Twin It was a cold and windy day in January. A cold breeze came sneaking in the room from the window, and sneaked under the quilt. Bill shook a little when the goose bumps ran over his bare skin on his over body, but he quickly fell asleep again. The sun silently rose outside, at the clock went over at 09:00 am. A ray of light sneaked up from the window, as the sun rose higher and higher. "Turn the goddamn sun off!" Bill mumbled, before he awoke and hold his hands up before his eyes. He looked silently at the clock, before turning around and gently pushing to Tom, who awoke. "Was?" he asked drowsily. "It's nine o'clock" B

Chapter 2; A long day Bill seated himself on the couch and took a deep breath. It had been a long day, exactly as he had pronounced. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. His heart were still beating like a bongo drum, and its rhythm was quite fast. The small sweat pearls slipped down his cheeks, glimpsing in the light from the ceiling lamp. Here was hot, too hot, even though the spotlight weren't on him anymore. Still with his eyes closed, he closed his hands and opened them again. The leather glove on his right hand made a squeaky sound, but it wasn't that loud. Nothing was loud right now, right after a concert. Only the massive and

Chapter 3; Yet again funny Laughter and various cheers were heard. The after party had been going on for quite a while. Bill sat silently in his bed, still thinking. Even though he was tired of the fame, the screaming fans and the spotlight, he still loved each and everyone in the band. They were in a strange way his second family. But most of all, he loved Tom. But he wasn't sure if it still only were in a brotherly way, or the sexual way. And if it was in the sexual way – which he thought, he didn't knew if it was genuine. The party under stairs was still going on loud; nobody seemed to be the least tired. Bill looked out of the window in

Later that evening Bill seated himself on the bed in his and Tom's room and yawned. He stretched and took his shirt off. You could easily see on him that he wasn't feeling to well, because he was now even thinner than he used to be – he had lost 4 pounds the last week, so now he only weighted 96 pounds. His ribs could be seen easily, but he didn't cared, he always convinced himself that he was feeling well, he was just a bit tired. But 'a bit' was an exaduration – he every now and then felt like fainting, even on the stage when the adrenalin was pumping around his body. A moment later, the door opened and the little streak of light