Kurt started kissing me, Rolf caressing my back and down my spine, around my hip bones. Kurt kissed down my neck and was licking my collarbone as I sighed in contentment. I was a little apprehensive about this whole twin thing. Then I wasn't.

I knew that neither of them had done anything like this before, but I hadn't either, so we were really on the same playing field, so to speak. I was just overwhelmed, so I lay still, a twin on each side.

The next hour was something I cannot even now believe happened. It started with the two of them kissing me. I had no idea how to do this, I was kissing Rolf, then Kurt and it got mixed up from there. Today I know which one is which with a simple glance, a word spoken, even the scent of his sweat. But that day I had no clue and it didn't matter. One took over as the other left off and it was all a scramble and mystifying and glorious.

They just sort of made me into a sandwich, rubbing and stroking, a jumble of tongues, hands, limbs, and moaning. We paused to take a breath.

“I have to know, how do you feel about having sex with each other in the same bed?” I could not imagine that with Cooper. But I knew twins sometimes had a different sort of connection. I even picked up on it that day – although they had never done anything like this before, they worked in perfect tandem.

“I don't know how to explain it. We have discussed it, and although neither of us would have sex with the other on our own, it seems okay with you,” Rolf told me. He nodded at his brother.

“We love you, Blaine. Both of us fell in love with you, and it seems natural that we do this together, if you're okay with it. This sounds strange, but we have always done everything together. Our folks didn't have much money when we were little, and the medical bills for the two of us were astounding. We were prematures and needed a lot of expensive equipment,” Kurt said.

“We were closer than you can imagine, and we could not sleep alone. It was more than that, though. Kurt, get the photos...we owe it to him to tell him everything,” Rolf said.

Kurt got up and went to the dresser, getting out a framed photograph and an album. I took the picture he handed me. It was of two babies, sweet expressions on their faces and each seemed to be cupping the other's face in his hand. Big blue eyes appeared to be focused on each other. I looked for a minute, recognizing even at that age that it was Kurt and Rolf. But something looked different. I looked closer and realized that garment they were wearing was...joined? I looked at the twins in askance. Kurt handed me the album. Inside were pictures of the boys. Conjoined twins. They were attached at the hip. I looked a them.

“We were joined by muscle and skin, and shared some blood vessels and a hip joint. The doctors separated us when we were two weeks old. But we have never been apart – we sleep together even to this day,” Rolf told me. I didn't know if it would offend them if I asked to look a the scars, but didn't want to say anything. They guessed and each turned to show me where they had been connected. Kurt had an almost invisible scar on his left hip, Rolf had a similar, if somewhat bigger, scar on his right. “I had to have an artificial hip, which I've had replaced three times. I have to have it done again next year, as I outgrow one I have to have a larger one.”

Kurt looked upset at this and Rolf cupped his chin in his hand, kissing his cheek.

“It isn't your fault, Kurt. You know that. It was the way we were formed, and I'm just grateful that was all we had to split – we could have shared a heart or something and never been able to be separated. I don't mind, you know.”

I felt like I shouldn't be there in the room while this discussion was going on, but they realized it and turned the conversation to a more comfortable topic.

“I know this was a lot to spring on you, Blaine. If you need some time to go and think about it, we understand,” Rolf said.

“No, I'm okay. I feel like I'm in a dream, but it's a good one...” I grinned. I was probably in shock, but by that time, I was getting used to huge amazing surprises jumping out at me and I was just rolling with each punch.

We talked for a while, all cuddled together as I asked questions and they answered them. It was nothing short of astonishing how close they were in thoughts and actions. They explained to me they were not just conjoined, but were mirror twins...identical, but mirror images of each other. Kurt was left-handed, Rolf was right. It was like being identical, but facing each other. If there was something about Kurt's left side...such as a crooked toe, a mole, ...it appeared exactly the same on Rolf, but on his right. One thing I noticed was that while Kurt had a deeper dimple on the right side of his mouth, Rolf had the same deep dimple on his left.

When we had exhausted all of my questions for the moment, and I was convinced that they were happy to share me (wow, is that a strange concept or what?) I was slowly getting back to what we had been doing before all the explanations. Kurt had been caressing my chest, drawing his finger across my clavicle and kissing my temple. Rolf was rubbing my back in tiny comforting circles, his head resting on my shoulder blade.

We all were touching, caressing, kissing. The warmth of skin to skin contact, the arousal, the sheer love in that room was absolutely magical. I was confused and didn't know who to touch, how to make it equitable. Did I love Kurt, or did I love both Kurt and Rolf? I didn't know. But that was not a question that day, it was all the physical part of the love, the experience of it. There is nothing to compare it to and I still wonder if I dreamed it. I closed my eyes and four hands touched me. Kurt was kissing my lips, his tongue licking into my mouth while Rolf mouthed my thighs.

Then there was a tub of silicon lubricant and we had all buttered our fingers and were smearing it everywhere. Kurt was rimming me as I hummed my pleasure in Rolf's ear. He was beside me and I was doing the same to him, using my fingers, and I couldn't help taking up the same rhythm when I fingered him as Kurt was doing to me. Rolf's moans spurred me on, taking my time to make him relax and start to enjoy what was happening. Kurt was rubbing Rolf's nipple and his cock was straining up, seeming alive as it desperately sought some sort of engulfing place for friction. I knew just the place and set my lips on his cock, licking slowly as I massaged his pink entrance. I didn't do anything for too long, switching rhythm -not wanting him to be ready too early.

While I was busy with that, Kurt was using his tongue. He had me spread across the bed, holding my ass cheeks open as he stroked a little, waiting for me to grunt in pleasure before licking his tongue around the place his fingers had been. It was a very different feel, wet and warm and I could not get enough of it as it sent sparks of electricity up my spine to my brain. I couldn't stop my hips from following him when he stopped to catch his breath, but he resumed and pushed his tongue into me as I wailed my pleasure out.

“Kurt, oh, that feels so good,” I moaned as he slowed down and then took hold of my cock to stroke it. I was overwhelmed with pleasure and didn't think I could get any harder until I looked up. Rolf was lying so I could reach his cock, but his chest was close to Kurt's and I saw him look at his twin and see that Kurt was doing amazing things to me, but he wasn't sharing in the pleasure. So he placed his slicked up fingers on Kurt's cock and started stroking. After a look of utter shock, I could see the look on Kurt's face turn to extreme pleasure as Rolf increased his speed, adding a little twist as his hand went over the crown. In a matter minutes, Kurt looked absolutely debauched.

This was by no means a static activity. We moved between each other, utilizing our lips, tongues, hands and anything else that came to mind as we drove each other towards glorious insanity. I don't know whose idea it was, or how it came about, but Rolf was lying face up on the bed. I had been stretched and prepped by both of them in turn and was ready for anything. I had a tiny whispering word in Kurt's ear to make sure he was okay with this, and he was, so I allowed it. Lying on top of Rolf, my back to him, Kurt helped him enter me from the back. Oh, it felt good, so wet and slick and long, filling me as he slowly moved back and forth. Then Kurt got on top of me, facing me and he brought his cock just up to the entrance. Rolf pulled out almost to the end and they put their cocks together and pushed inside me so slowly as the slick lube made it easier and Kurt began gently stroking my cock. Oh, you cannot imagine in your wildest imagination what that felt like, to have two cocks enter you at the same time. They moved at different paces, sliding against each other and stimulating in a quantum leap of pleasure. I don't know who was moaning, groaning, keening, or wailing the most as we called each other's names.

It was like the world was going to explode, all the heat building up and the insane amount of pleasure rocketing between us. They were looking at each other with wide eyes, stunned as though neither believed this was actually happening. They finally took up a rhythm that was in sync with all of us. Kurt moved to accommodate Rolf and in doing so he hit that magical bundle of nerves and I fell apart, jerking with spasms that I tried to control so they could catch up – but it was unnecessary because my climax caused me to tighten and grip, and Kurt began to come, followed closely by his twin. It was a good thing the dorm was empty because our combined noises would have rousted everyone out of bed with wonder.

Panting, we lay together until we had calmed our heartbeats down. One of them suggested we all head to the shower. Now, the shower in a dorm room is not normally very big, and hardly accommodating for three boys at once, but we made it work. We soaped each other up, slid and skittered against one another, rubbing and massaging the slick soap across our warm skin. It wasn't long before we were all hard once again and there was a marathon of sucking and kissing and frotting until we had all come once again and washed each other clean.

Toweling off, I think it was on our minds that we had to talk. We were all tired and so full of feelings and emotions that we had no way of dealing with it all. I felt like I had to do something to keep from whirling into a million pieces. My heart began to pound, my hands to shake, and I had this overwhelming feeling of powerlessness. I walked into the bedroom almost in a trance, lying down on the bed and just looking towards the wall.

Maybe I looked upset or angry, I'm not sure, but lying there in a pair of Kurt's silk pajamas I was beginning to feel cold and lonely. I know, it had been just a short while before that I was with Kurt and Rolf, so it doesn't make any sense at all that I would be feeling this way. For some reason, they knew it. I was lying all by myself, my arms hugging my own body and I was rocking back and forth.

I heard a quiet rustle of the bed covers and Kurt slipped into the bed, climbing over me to lie between me and the wall.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, I am, just kind of overwhelmed. It was a lot to take in, Kurt, and I am still processing it. But that isn't bad, I just need to think for a while,” I told him. He took my hand and smiled a very sweet smile.

“Do you want to be alone? I can either walk you back to your dorm room or we can leave for a while if you would be more comfortable,” he offered.

“No, Kurt. I want you to hold me, if you're okay with that?”

“Of course, Blaine.”

“Can I come, too, or do you just want Kurt?” Rolf asked in a small voice. I rolled over and held out my arms to him. He got under the covers with us and curled around me. I kissed him very softly, stroking my thumb over his cheekbone and was rewarded with his bright smile. I laid on my back and Kurt snuggled into my side, I kissed his lips, too, just as softly and tenderly as I had Rolf. I didn't know how this was going to work or how it might end, but for tonight we were all happy and filled with love. The three of us curled up like a litter of puppies and fell asleep.