07-11-2025, 04:07 PM
Part 1
Seth threw the bag into the trunk and got in the front seat with Dad. I took a seat in the back.
“We're running late!“ Dad said.
“Bruce spent hours in the bathroom,” Seth replied.
“Your bathroom is big enough for the two of you.”
“It didn't take me that long,“ Seth said, looking at me from the back.
I gave him the finger and looked out the window.
“Should I pick you up in two hours?” Dad asked.
Seth looked at me.
“No! We're going swimming afterwards.”
“Swimming pool?”
“No, a lake, where we're undisturbed.”
Well, the girls like you. And in twos, no less? The world is your oyster.
Seth grinned to himself. I, on the other hand, couldn't hear these stupid comments anymore. So there was nothing more important than girls. That might apply to Seth, but not to me. Yes, there was me in duplicate.
I didn't know how, but my mother was the only one who could tell us apart. Dad always addressed us by the wrong names. And strangers couldn't tell us apart anyway.
Besides, we always wore the same clothes. The same jewelry and the hairstyle was always the same, too. Both blonde hair, straight and slightly wavy on the sides. The blue eyes were our trademark.
The 1.85m frame was as popular with photographers as our well-toned bodies. So similar that you could easily mistake them for one another. We didn't want to make it easy for anyone.
With Seth in the double pack, you couldn't find a boyfriend. Yes, that was the only thing that set me and my brother apart. I was gay and he liked girls. When I came out a year ago, the family took it with mixed feelings.
Dad just played it down and Mom didn't talk about it anymore. Only Seth, he was there for me. He often held me when I had cried through the nights. He also often gave me the security and warmth that I missed.
I loved my brother dearly, even though there was often trouble between us. We had our special bond, which was second to none. Whatever my brother felt, I felt the same way.
If I was unwell, Seth would come to me and I could see that he was no better. When I broke my arm at the age of eight, Seth knew about it before anyone had told him.
He was the one who dragged Mom into the garden and said that something had happened there. I fell out of a tree while climbing and broke my ulna. My brother complained of arm pain for a long time, but no one really believed him.
Now we were on our way to a new photo shoot. Dad was driving quite fast. It almost pushed me into the door at every turn.
Dad, we want to arrive safely, I said.
Your brother is still a chicken, Seth, Dad said, but he didn't slow down.
Pictures by the lake. How often had we stood in murky pools and had our pictures taken. But I shouldn't complain. The many pictures that were published brought in quite a bit of money.
At nineteen years old, we could have each had our own car, but our parents didn't think much of that. However, they couldn't do anything about our passion for cross racing.
They had no choice but to support us. After all, they also benefited from our earnings. Dad turned onto a small side street that led out into the forest.
A lake in the middle of the forest. Actually, you would think that a lake like this would be completely overcrowded at this time of year and with the temperatures. No, it wasn't.
Despite having its own bus stop, it was simply too remote for many and the local swimming pool was closer. Dad's car rolled out onto the parking lot. The camera team from Mr. Turnhill was already on site and busy setting up.
While Dad was still talking to Mr. Turnhill, I had already taken our bag out of the trunk. Seth was walking in front of me. Like me, he was wearing sneakers, light-colored jeans, and a shirt.
Our standard attire for photo shoots. Most of the time, the photographers had something to wear too. I put the bag down and sat down next to Seth on the old tree trunk.
Would it just be over already? I finally want to spend a day in peace.
Seth was absolutely right. Appointments every day, I wanted a day off too. But our dad kept us on our toes with appointments. He was something of a manager and supposedly knew what was good for us.
Except for the weekends, which were sacred to us.
“Is this going to pass too?” I said.
Dad waved at us and then he was gone. Mr. Turnhill explained to us what kind of pictures he expected. Fortunately for us, most of them in the water. At over 30 degrees in the shade, it was very pleasant.
Turnhill wanted to capture our erotic charisma, which we as brothers had. I liked it when Seth took me in his arms so passionately, touched me gently. A woman brought us jeans that we should put on.
Great, jeans in the water. Well, later when we were alone, we could go swimming properly. We changed and went to the water only in jeans. A sigh escaped Seth's lips when he touched the water with his toes.
“Wonderfully refreshing,” he said quietly, and I stepped into the water as well.
We stood and walked in the water for the next two hours, lying on the shore or in the water, or sitting in the large tree whose branches reached far down to the water. We always had to smile or look serious.
He said at the beginning that he would love my brother. I had no trouble with that. Seth was the older of us, even if only for five minutes, but for me he was the big brother.
The last photo was taken and the team started packing up. I had already checked out beforehand. As suspected, we were almost alone at the lake. I could see a few towels lying around, but that was it.
We returned the dripping jeans and said goodbye to Mr. Turnhill. Half an hour later we were alone. Seth came to me, put his arm around me from behind and cuddled me briefly.
Finally alone, little one?
Yes:
I freed myself from his arm and pulled the towels out of the bag.
“Your swimming trunks,“ I said, handing them to him.
“What do I need them for, I'm going skinny dipping,” said Seth.
He had already pulled down his boxers, thrown them on the towel, and jumped into the water running. I enjoyed the view. Yeah? He looked like me. But like I said, I love my brother and I love the view of him jumping around naked in front of me.
Except for the pictures on the internet, I didn't get to see many naked guys. So I just took my brother, who was finally able to be seen. I grinned and took a sip of water.
Come on in, it's so hot, “Seth called out, who had resurfaced a few meters from the shore.
I put the water bottle behind the bag and was wondering if I should go skinny dipping like Seth. I knew where that ended again. Well anyway, I thought to myself. I also took off my boxers and followed my brother.
Half an hour later, we were both lying on our towels. We didn't need to dry ourselves off, we let the sun dry us. I had my eyes closed and enjoyed the warmth of the sun.
Suddenly, I felt Seth's hand on my chest.
'Do you want some?' I heard him say quietly.
I turned my head to him and saw his grinning face. A look down told me that my brother was very horny. His cock was standing at attention. Which meant that seconds later I was in the same position.
Without a word from me, Seth had already put his hand on my cock and began to rub it. He bent over me and kissed my lips. Stop. Anyone who now thought that my brother was gay was mistaken.
Only his little brother, that's me, as a male representative of the adolescent species, was able to be pampered by him. Otherwise, only various of his girlfriends had this privilege.
I stroked his back, which produced a pleasant humming sound from Seth. Except for kissing and jerking me off, Seth didn't do much. He never went further.
I, on the other hand, could and wanted more and more. I pushed him to the ground and wandered, kissing his chest and stomach. Until I had arrived at the place of my desire.
Seth's cock rose steeply towards me, and I began to work on it with my tongue, which first caused a shudder and then a groan from Seth. I took the hot thing into my mouth and began to suck on it.
He was so heated that it didn't take long. With a quiet whimper, he unloaded in my mouth. He hadn't been idle either. During my sucking action, he rubbed hard on my cock so that I came almost at the same time as he did.
Exhausted, I dropped back down next to him.
“That's what I needed now,” I heard Seth say.
I grinned. I felt his finger, which spread my sauce further on my stomach.
“Don't you want to wash yourself?” he asked.
“Yes, you're right, before it dries. After that, I'll get dressed. There seems to be a small group coming over there.”
Seth narrowed his eyes and squinted in the direction I was pointing.
“Good idea!” he said and reached for his shorts.
I took mine as well and ran down to the water. Seth followed me. I washed myself thoroughly and put on my shorts. Seth dove into the water and swam with powerful strokes to the center of the lake.
There was a small island there. I jumped in after him. I couldn't catch up with him, he was just too fast. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the group that had just arrived were people our age.
Mixed and nicely distributed. You would have thought that they were all couples. But some guys were also lying alone. But I was just too far away to think about their appearance.
“Bruce, you lame nut, where are you?” Seth shouted, having almost reached the island.
The group became aware of us when my double called out. Everyone looked in our direction. With strong pulls, I tried to reach my brother, who was already lying in the sand when I reached the shore.
“You've been faster before,” Seth said.
“You don't have to set a record, do you?”
Seth looked at me.
“What's the matter?”
I dropped down into the sand next to him and looked up at the sky.
“Nothing!”
“Bruce isn't telling any lies. I can tell exactly how uncomfortable you feel.”
I looked at him and grinned.
“I can't hide anything from you,” I said, and my gaze wandered to the group that was now entering the water.
“Something interesting there?“ Seth asked, following my gaze.
“For you?” I said, grinning, even though I knew what he meant.
This resulted in a gentle nudge, which I playfully commented on with an “ouch.”
“What's the matter?” Seth said, putting his arm around me.
“I don't know how to tell you this.”
“Why?”
I'm afraid of hurting you.
Why would you want to hurt me? With what?
I love it when you're with me. You know what I mean?
Yes. And?
Would you be really mad at me if I said I wanted a girlfriend?
Seth started to laugh loudly, took my head in a sweatbox and rubbed his fist through my hair.
“Why should I be angry with you? I have a girlfriend too and I do that, yes, that.”
“I just thought you might think I didn't like you as much anymore because I want a boyfriend.”
Dear Bruce, you're too top-heavy!
Before I could comment on this sentence, I heard voices behind us. The group from the shore had apparently had the same idea as we had and swum to the island.
“Shall we swim back?“ I asked.
“Just wait a minute. Maybe there really is something interesting for me,” Seth replied smugly.
Seth knew exactly why I felt uncomfortable. It was just not my thing to get to know someone, I was too shy for that. They had reached the shore and slowly got out of the water before landing in the sand like us.
Seth looked first at me and then at the group.
“Hey, look, they're twins,“ I heard a girl's voice say.
Now I also turned my head to the other side and noticed that we were being scrutinized. Of course, I blushed.
“Don't you want to join us?” a guy standing next to the girl called out.
Seth had just jumped up.
“Sure!“ he called back.
I took a deep breath. Great. With a heavy heart, I got up and followed my beloved brother, who I would have liked to have shot to the moon right now. I could see three boys and two girls.
“Hello,” said Seth, sitting down next to one of the guys.
As always, I followed him and settled down a little behind him.
“Hello, cool island here. Do you guys come here often?“ the guy continued.
“Yes, but only during the week when it's not so crowded.”
“Gemma got the tip from a friend and today the weather is good, so we're here.”
“Gemma?” Seth asked.
“That's me?” said one of the girls.
“I'm Seth and this,” he turned his head to me, ”is my little brother Bruce.”
Everyone looked at me and started grinning.
“You already know Gemma. I'm Jeff, and this is Eric. Susan is sitting over there and the kid with the shirt is my brother Dylan.
I wondered why someone with that shirt would go swimming. It couldn't be because of his figure, which was clearly visible under the wet shirt. I liked it right away.
Apparently I had stared at Dylan for too long. He had noticed it and blushed. But not only he had noticed my gaze, because everyone else had too. Now I blushed as well when the others looked back and forth between us.
Seth, could it be that your brother is like my brother?“ Jeff asked, giggling.
Dylan's face turned pale.
“I don't know, what's he like?” Seth asked, grinning at me nastily.
“Gay?” came the reply.
Dylan jumped up and ran away.
“Jeff, you're as tactful as an elephant spreading bread!” Gemma said and punched Jeff on the arm.
“What? I only have his best interests at heart?”
“You're such an idiot!”
“What did I do?”
“You just outed Dylan in front of strangers.”
I felt more and more uncomfortable. A slight nausea rose. And before someone else spoke to me, I also stood up and ran after Dylan.
“What's wrong with him?“ Jeff asked.
Gemma let herself fall backwards.
“How can you be so stupid?” I heard her call before I left the group.
Dylan's tracks were clearly visible in the sand and only after a small bend, out of the others' field of vision, did I see him sitting on a tree stump. Slowly I approached him. He was sitting turned away from me.
When I got to him, I put my hand on his shoulder.
“Are you alright?“ I asked.
As if struck by lightning, Dylan jumped up, fell to the ground and looked at me fearfully.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” I said.
His fearful look slowly disappeared and he slowly got up again. I raised my hands.
“I'm really sorry, Dylan.”
It's all right now, and now go back to your new friends.”
I looked at him sadly. I didn't want to go back to the others. He didn't want me near him either. So I looked at the lake. I could swim back. A little further than before.
Without saying another word, I walked towards the water. I didn't turn around either, so I couldn't see what was happening behind my back. So I walked further into the water until I finally reached the depth from where I could swim.
I didn't care what the others thought either. I swam with even strokes.
“Bruce,” I heard someone call behind me.
I turned in the water and saw Dylan standing on the shore. He looked at me. What was that about? Never mind, I turned around and swam towards the shore again. The water was not as pleasant as where I had swum with Seth to the island.
It was much colder here. I felt the cold creeping through my body and I started to freeze. My movements became slower and more erratic. I didn't know why, but suddenly I had the feeling of freezing to death.
I only paddled with my feet to keep from sinking. The feeling that was running through my body scared me, what was happening? I heard Dylan shouting something, but couldn't understand him.
The others came running to him and I started gasping for air because I felt like I wasn't getting enough air. Suddenly everything started to spin around me.
Then it went dark.
Seth threw the bag into the trunk and got in the front seat with Dad. I took a seat in the back.
“We're running late!“ Dad said.
“Bruce spent hours in the bathroom,” Seth replied.
“Your bathroom is big enough for the two of you.”
“It didn't take me that long,“ Seth said, looking at me from the back.
I gave him the finger and looked out the window.
“Should I pick you up in two hours?” Dad asked.
Seth looked at me.
“No! We're going swimming afterwards.”
“Swimming pool?”
“No, a lake, where we're undisturbed.”
Well, the girls like you. And in twos, no less? The world is your oyster.
Seth grinned to himself. I, on the other hand, couldn't hear these stupid comments anymore. So there was nothing more important than girls. That might apply to Seth, but not to me. Yes, there was me in duplicate.
I didn't know how, but my mother was the only one who could tell us apart. Dad always addressed us by the wrong names. And strangers couldn't tell us apart anyway.
Besides, we always wore the same clothes. The same jewelry and the hairstyle was always the same, too. Both blonde hair, straight and slightly wavy on the sides. The blue eyes were our trademark.
The 1.85m frame was as popular with photographers as our well-toned bodies. So similar that you could easily mistake them for one another. We didn't want to make it easy for anyone.
With Seth in the double pack, you couldn't find a boyfriend. Yes, that was the only thing that set me and my brother apart. I was gay and he liked girls. When I came out a year ago, the family took it with mixed feelings.
Dad just played it down and Mom didn't talk about it anymore. Only Seth, he was there for me. He often held me when I had cried through the nights. He also often gave me the security and warmth that I missed.
I loved my brother dearly, even though there was often trouble between us. We had our special bond, which was second to none. Whatever my brother felt, I felt the same way.
If I was unwell, Seth would come to me and I could see that he was no better. When I broke my arm at the age of eight, Seth knew about it before anyone had told him.
He was the one who dragged Mom into the garden and said that something had happened there. I fell out of a tree while climbing and broke my ulna. My brother complained of arm pain for a long time, but no one really believed him.
Now we were on our way to a new photo shoot. Dad was driving quite fast. It almost pushed me into the door at every turn.
Dad, we want to arrive safely, I said.
Your brother is still a chicken, Seth, Dad said, but he didn't slow down.
Pictures by the lake. How often had we stood in murky pools and had our pictures taken. But I shouldn't complain. The many pictures that were published brought in quite a bit of money.
At nineteen years old, we could have each had our own car, but our parents didn't think much of that. However, they couldn't do anything about our passion for cross racing.
They had no choice but to support us. After all, they also benefited from our earnings. Dad turned onto a small side street that led out into the forest.
A lake in the middle of the forest. Actually, you would think that a lake like this would be completely overcrowded at this time of year and with the temperatures. No, it wasn't.
Despite having its own bus stop, it was simply too remote for many and the local swimming pool was closer. Dad's car rolled out onto the parking lot. The camera team from Mr. Turnhill was already on site and busy setting up.
While Dad was still talking to Mr. Turnhill, I had already taken our bag out of the trunk. Seth was walking in front of me. Like me, he was wearing sneakers, light-colored jeans, and a shirt.
Our standard attire for photo shoots. Most of the time, the photographers had something to wear too. I put the bag down and sat down next to Seth on the old tree trunk.
Would it just be over already? I finally want to spend a day in peace.
Seth was absolutely right. Appointments every day, I wanted a day off too. But our dad kept us on our toes with appointments. He was something of a manager and supposedly knew what was good for us.
Except for the weekends, which were sacred to us.
“Is this going to pass too?” I said.
Dad waved at us and then he was gone. Mr. Turnhill explained to us what kind of pictures he expected. Fortunately for us, most of them in the water. At over 30 degrees in the shade, it was very pleasant.
Turnhill wanted to capture our erotic charisma, which we as brothers had. I liked it when Seth took me in his arms so passionately, touched me gently. A woman brought us jeans that we should put on.
Great, jeans in the water. Well, later when we were alone, we could go swimming properly. We changed and went to the water only in jeans. A sigh escaped Seth's lips when he touched the water with his toes.
“Wonderfully refreshing,” he said quietly, and I stepped into the water as well.
We stood and walked in the water for the next two hours, lying on the shore or in the water, or sitting in the large tree whose branches reached far down to the water. We always had to smile or look serious.
He said at the beginning that he would love my brother. I had no trouble with that. Seth was the older of us, even if only for five minutes, but for me he was the big brother.
The last photo was taken and the team started packing up. I had already checked out beforehand. As suspected, we were almost alone at the lake. I could see a few towels lying around, but that was it.
We returned the dripping jeans and said goodbye to Mr. Turnhill. Half an hour later we were alone. Seth came to me, put his arm around me from behind and cuddled me briefly.
Finally alone, little one?
Yes:
I freed myself from his arm and pulled the towels out of the bag.
“Your swimming trunks,“ I said, handing them to him.
“What do I need them for, I'm going skinny dipping,” said Seth.
He had already pulled down his boxers, thrown them on the towel, and jumped into the water running. I enjoyed the view. Yeah? He looked like me. But like I said, I love my brother and I love the view of him jumping around naked in front of me.
Except for the pictures on the internet, I didn't get to see many naked guys. So I just took my brother, who was finally able to be seen. I grinned and took a sip of water.
Come on in, it's so hot, “Seth called out, who had resurfaced a few meters from the shore.
I put the water bottle behind the bag and was wondering if I should go skinny dipping like Seth. I knew where that ended again. Well anyway, I thought to myself. I also took off my boxers and followed my brother.
Half an hour later, we were both lying on our towels. We didn't need to dry ourselves off, we let the sun dry us. I had my eyes closed and enjoyed the warmth of the sun.
Suddenly, I felt Seth's hand on my chest.
'Do you want some?' I heard him say quietly.
I turned my head to him and saw his grinning face. A look down told me that my brother was very horny. His cock was standing at attention. Which meant that seconds later I was in the same position.
Without a word from me, Seth had already put his hand on my cock and began to rub it. He bent over me and kissed my lips. Stop. Anyone who now thought that my brother was gay was mistaken.
Only his little brother, that's me, as a male representative of the adolescent species, was able to be pampered by him. Otherwise, only various of his girlfriends had this privilege.
I stroked his back, which produced a pleasant humming sound from Seth. Except for kissing and jerking me off, Seth didn't do much. He never went further.
I, on the other hand, could and wanted more and more. I pushed him to the ground and wandered, kissing his chest and stomach. Until I had arrived at the place of my desire.
Seth's cock rose steeply towards me, and I began to work on it with my tongue, which first caused a shudder and then a groan from Seth. I took the hot thing into my mouth and began to suck on it.
He was so heated that it didn't take long. With a quiet whimper, he unloaded in my mouth. He hadn't been idle either. During my sucking action, he rubbed hard on my cock so that I came almost at the same time as he did.
Exhausted, I dropped back down next to him.
“That's what I needed now,” I heard Seth say.
I grinned. I felt his finger, which spread my sauce further on my stomach.
“Don't you want to wash yourself?” he asked.
“Yes, you're right, before it dries. After that, I'll get dressed. There seems to be a small group coming over there.”
Seth narrowed his eyes and squinted in the direction I was pointing.
“Good idea!” he said and reached for his shorts.
I took mine as well and ran down to the water. Seth followed me. I washed myself thoroughly and put on my shorts. Seth dove into the water and swam with powerful strokes to the center of the lake.
There was a small island there. I jumped in after him. I couldn't catch up with him, he was just too fast. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the group that had just arrived were people our age.
Mixed and nicely distributed. You would have thought that they were all couples. But some guys were also lying alone. But I was just too far away to think about their appearance.
“Bruce, you lame nut, where are you?” Seth shouted, having almost reached the island.
The group became aware of us when my double called out. Everyone looked in our direction. With strong pulls, I tried to reach my brother, who was already lying in the sand when I reached the shore.
“You've been faster before,” Seth said.
“You don't have to set a record, do you?”
Seth looked at me.
“What's the matter?”
I dropped down into the sand next to him and looked up at the sky.
“Nothing!”
“Bruce isn't telling any lies. I can tell exactly how uncomfortable you feel.”
I looked at him and grinned.
“I can't hide anything from you,” I said, and my gaze wandered to the group that was now entering the water.
“Something interesting there?“ Seth asked, following my gaze.
“For you?” I said, grinning, even though I knew what he meant.
This resulted in a gentle nudge, which I playfully commented on with an “ouch.”
“What's the matter?” Seth said, putting his arm around me.
“I don't know how to tell you this.”
“Why?”
I'm afraid of hurting you.
Why would you want to hurt me? With what?
I love it when you're with me. You know what I mean?
Yes. And?
Would you be really mad at me if I said I wanted a girlfriend?
Seth started to laugh loudly, took my head in a sweatbox and rubbed his fist through my hair.
“Why should I be angry with you? I have a girlfriend too and I do that, yes, that.”
“I just thought you might think I didn't like you as much anymore because I want a boyfriend.”
Dear Bruce, you're too top-heavy!
Before I could comment on this sentence, I heard voices behind us. The group from the shore had apparently had the same idea as we had and swum to the island.
“Shall we swim back?“ I asked.
“Just wait a minute. Maybe there really is something interesting for me,” Seth replied smugly.
Seth knew exactly why I felt uncomfortable. It was just not my thing to get to know someone, I was too shy for that. They had reached the shore and slowly got out of the water before landing in the sand like us.
Seth looked first at me and then at the group.
“Hey, look, they're twins,“ I heard a girl's voice say.
Now I also turned my head to the other side and noticed that we were being scrutinized. Of course, I blushed.
“Don't you want to join us?” a guy standing next to the girl called out.
Seth had just jumped up.
“Sure!“ he called back.
I took a deep breath. Great. With a heavy heart, I got up and followed my beloved brother, who I would have liked to have shot to the moon right now. I could see three boys and two girls.
“Hello,” said Seth, sitting down next to one of the guys.
As always, I followed him and settled down a little behind him.
“Hello, cool island here. Do you guys come here often?“ the guy continued.
“Yes, but only during the week when it's not so crowded.”
“Gemma got the tip from a friend and today the weather is good, so we're here.”
“Gemma?” Seth asked.
“That's me?” said one of the girls.
“I'm Seth and this,” he turned his head to me, ”is my little brother Bruce.”
Everyone looked at me and started grinning.
“You already know Gemma. I'm Jeff, and this is Eric. Susan is sitting over there and the kid with the shirt is my brother Dylan.
I wondered why someone with that shirt would go swimming. It couldn't be because of his figure, which was clearly visible under the wet shirt. I liked it right away.
Apparently I had stared at Dylan for too long. He had noticed it and blushed. But not only he had noticed my gaze, because everyone else had too. Now I blushed as well when the others looked back and forth between us.
Seth, could it be that your brother is like my brother?“ Jeff asked, giggling.
Dylan's face turned pale.
“I don't know, what's he like?” Seth asked, grinning at me nastily.
“Gay?” came the reply.
Dylan jumped up and ran away.
“Jeff, you're as tactful as an elephant spreading bread!” Gemma said and punched Jeff on the arm.
“What? I only have his best interests at heart?”
“You're such an idiot!”
“What did I do?”
“You just outed Dylan in front of strangers.”
I felt more and more uncomfortable. A slight nausea rose. And before someone else spoke to me, I also stood up and ran after Dylan.
“What's wrong with him?“ Jeff asked.
Gemma let herself fall backwards.
“How can you be so stupid?” I heard her call before I left the group.
Dylan's tracks were clearly visible in the sand and only after a small bend, out of the others' field of vision, did I see him sitting on a tree stump. Slowly I approached him. He was sitting turned away from me.
When I got to him, I put my hand on his shoulder.
“Are you alright?“ I asked.
As if struck by lightning, Dylan jumped up, fell to the ground and looked at me fearfully.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” I said.
His fearful look slowly disappeared and he slowly got up again. I raised my hands.
“I'm really sorry, Dylan.”
It's all right now, and now go back to your new friends.”
I looked at him sadly. I didn't want to go back to the others. He didn't want me near him either. So I looked at the lake. I could swim back. A little further than before.
Without saying another word, I walked towards the water. I didn't turn around either, so I couldn't see what was happening behind my back. So I walked further into the water until I finally reached the depth from where I could swim.
I didn't care what the others thought either. I swam with even strokes.
“Bruce,” I heard someone call behind me.
I turned in the water and saw Dylan standing on the shore. He looked at me. What was that about? Never mind, I turned around and swam towards the shore again. The water was not as pleasant as where I had swum with Seth to the island.
It was much colder here. I felt the cold creeping through my body and I started to freeze. My movements became slower and more erratic. I didn't know why, but suddenly I had the feeling of freezing to death.
I only paddled with my feet to keep from sinking. The feeling that was running through my body scared me, what was happening? I heard Dylan shouting something, but couldn't understand him.
The others came running to him and I started gasping for air because I felt like I wasn't getting enough air. Suddenly everything started to spin around me.
Then it went dark.