He wasn't particularly athletic. He wasn't particularly sports savvy. Jeff wasn't even particularly bigger than the rest of his peers. Jeff was a late...middle pick in any draft for any sport because he was average enough to just scrape by above the truly bad at sports.Then he hit a growth spurt.Jeff went from 5'10" to a lanky 6'9" in one year. It was painful and awkward at first sure, but the benefits were soon evident. He excelled at sports without trying. People respected him before he opened. As I got older, the excitement grew. This ‘washing’ became such a regular thing. I would look forward to bath time so much. It was a little odd that my twin’s cock never seemed to grow, but Mum would never chastise me or behave as if I was being naughty, and yet I did feel that mum’s cleaning was a secret thing between us and shouldn’t be disclosed to anyone.Mum continued to bathe us right up to us being 11 years old. Now we would take it in turns to bathe, my twin always going first and. He holds his hands up and says "Don't let Ben worry you, we just wanted to join you for a few minutes before ending the day" and then, pointing to the bench "Don't leave me alone in here with this guy" he says as they both laughA little reluctantly, I sit down, and Ron sits to my right and Ben sits down on the other side of me. Ron starts talking about the show Survivor, which was one of the things we had bonded over. While talking to him, Ben on the other side kept putting his hand on my. My ass cheeks were flattened as they spread away from each other, my insides were quivering in lust, my legs were shaking from lust, I was no longer in control of myself, my body could only react to my excitement. I lay there shaking, mentally visualizing as well as feeling her arm reaching farther inside me. Then she reached the other two hands, three biceps gripped tightly by my anal ring and outer sphincter as the women joined hands into one great fist. A huge ridge ran up from my crotch,.