I was born with a twin brother, and a brother almost four years older than us. We were really very normal. Our house had three bedrooms, so my twin and I shared a room until our older brother moved out when we were sixteen and he was about twenty. Growing up with a twin was normal to us, so were a lot of things I later found out were really strange to other boys our age. For one thing, my twin and I told almost everything to each other. We didn't have a single secret from each other. If one of us did something when the other wasn't around, we always told the other.
We didn't look like twins, in that we passed for brothers, but we looked quite different. We had the same sandy-blond hair and gray eyes, were about the same height and weight, but we looked different in many ways. For one thing, I had a longer face with a longer nose, he had a round face with a button nose. I also had to wear glasses because I was very near-sighted. Those differences continued under our clothes. We knew ever since we were kids that I had a much longer dick. It was at least twice as long as his, even before we found out about boners. Our personalities had similarities and differences as well. He was more outgoing and outrageous - I was more laid back and quiet.
We took baths together until we were about ten. We shared clothes to the point that even our underwear was both of ours. That didn't change until we were about twelve or so. We slept in the same room, in separate beds, but we were used to seeing each other naked as we got into bed. Our family wasn't well off, so we didn't have pajamas. We didn't sleep in our underwear because we'd slept naked since we were kids. Like all our friends, if we slept over, we slept in our pants.
We had the same friends for the most part. I mean, we grew up together, playing with the same kids, doing the same things. We were more alike than different - until puberty, anyway. And that came very late to the both of us. When we were freshmen in high school we still looked like we were twelve. Neither of us had even one pube. Then it was quite a while before we really got anything other than those random ones that were spaced out far apart above our dicks. Our balls dropped early though. I can remember back in seventh grade, taking showers for the first times. Our balls weren't like most boys sacks. Ours hung down some, and you could tell we had balls in there. Most boys had these round, tight pouches, and you couldn't tell if they had balls or not.
I'm guessing our balls were dropped so early because we were actually beating off by seventh grade. We'd caught our older brother doing it back when we were about ten or eleven. He was about fifteen or so, and, well, you know. We went back to our room and gave it a try. We were both hooked, and started doing it when we went to bed at night. Even seeing each other's morning boners weren't all that big a deal. Not even jacking them off in the mornings on weekends, in our beds, pretty much in view of each other.
