Les & Bob part 1

Les & Bob Part 1

When I was 11 years old, in the last year of Junior School with my identical twin brother and we were in the church choir.

We did everything together and he was and still is my best friend. We used to speak un unison most of the time if someone said something to us and we just heard it rather than looking at the person who was saying it.

One day the Vicar thought that we would both like to go with him to see another part of the country, visit a cathedral, caverns, castles etc and approached our parents to ask if they thought it a good idea. Well needless to say it gave them a weekend off and agreed that it could be a very beneficial educational experience and they said yes. They obviously trusted him. That was it we were away from home for a Friday, Saturday and Sunday night.

Mum hastily packed a bag of clothes for us and we climbed into the vicar’s car and off we went.

Let me describe who we are, my name is Les and my brother’s name is Bob. We are identical twins and had to wear badges at school so that the teachers could tell us apart (a common story for identical twins apparently). Bob was born 15 minutes before me.

At 11 years old we were 4′ 7″ (about 140 cm) with short brown hair. We had very athletic builds typical of other children of that age we were slim and did lots of playing outdoors climbing trees, building dams in the river playing football, riding bikes etc. Our muscle features were defined but had not filled out as they do with the onset of puberty. We were pre-pubescent had blue eyes and short brown hair on our heads, not much hair anywhere else other than a fine light down on our arms and legs.

At the time of this “story” it was just after Easter so we had not much skin colour.

Bob and I talked incessantly en-route for the 4.5 hours of the journey as we discussed with Father Fred the things that we will be doing. It transpired that we would be staying at his Sister Edith’s house which was on the moors in Yorkshire.

We arrived at about 7pm and were greeted by Edith. She explained that we would all be sharing one bedroom but not to worry because it did have a large double bed in it. Bob and I didn’t worry about that, we were just happy to be doing something different.

Edith lived by herself in this remote cottage. She was about as old as our Mum say around 36, but Mum said she was 36 for years. Fred was a little older at about 45.
We had been brought up with impeccable manners and thanked Edith for the excellent supper. We were then told that it was time for bed and shown the bedroom and bathroom. Fred went to fill a bath for us whilst Edith helped us unpack our things and get some PJs ready. She told us to follow her into the bathroom where Fred had finished filling the bath, Edith helped me undress whilst Fred helped Bob and they stood us side by side. Edith kept saying what beautiful little boys we were and kept commenting on it to Fred. She kept looking at our little pricks one and then the other then looking at our faces.

She also noticed that we were not circumcised (a new word to us) and said to Fred that he should be careful when bathing us. She told us that she would help him tonight on the basis that Fred was circumcised and needed to be shown what to do. Bob asked Edith what she meant by the word circumcised. “Oh it’s nothing to worry about” she said “just that Fred had a bit of skin removed when he was a baby.” “What skin?” asked Bob and Edith then pointed to the bit of skin at the end of Bob’s penis – “that bit” she said. Bob and I looked at each other with a questioning expression but decided to leave it at that.

Edith continued to help me into the bath whilst Fred helped Bob. They sat us down and washed our hair and soaped our arms, chest and backs. They then asked us to stand and they soaped our legs and bottoms, and Edith explained that Fred should run his fingers up and down the bottom crack to make sure it was clean. She smiled at Fred “you know what you are doing here don’t you, you don’t need instruction do you!”

It did feel a little strange to have someone doing this, our Mum and Dad never touched us like this and always used wash clothes.