My twin brother reconciled his own guilt about what we were doing together. He began to date girls, and so did I occasionally, but my brother knew me like no other and I was very contented with what he gave me. We were about to turn 20 when it blew up one day when our mother came home unexpectedly and caught us standing embraced in the shower and stroking each other’s c****. She was too stunned to be angry, it was more disappointment and disapproval. She jerked the shower door open and told us to get out and dressed, and my brother started to melt down. I was strong for him again and got him through the moment and as soon as he stopped freaking out I knelt in the shower and looked up into his eyes reassuringly as he surprised himself by still being able to c** for me with my mouth on him. Since we were still not out of the shower she came back and then did get angry and started yelling. I handed him a towel and dried myself off as she stood there railing at us despite our being naked and me still being fully erect. I told her to shut up and give us a moment and earned myself a full slap in the face. He stepped between us and I got my temper in check and she left the bathroom. I was calm because I figured I had little to lose. My brother got to her in the living room first snd as soon as she started to speak I cut off off and told her very coldly that I did not want to hear another word, that that was the last time she would ever lay a hand on me again, and just said what I planned to say as soon as she caught us. I told her it was my fault I had seduced my brother and that I was going to figure out the details of moving out on my own. She started backpedalling a little and I was in no mood to hear another word and told her the decision was mine and final. She looked to my brother and told him that she would come up with a reason for me to suddenly move out without my father knowing what happened or he would get incredibly angry because they had a queer son. I told her that it had better be good because if either of them said a single harsh word to my brother I would make them both sorry they had ever had us. My mother did not like that and tried to swing on me again but I blocked the swing and shoved her against the wall and told her if she laid another hand on me I would not check myself again. She spat back that she was already sorry she had me and I laughed at her for the weak attempt. I packed a bag and on the way out told my brother that as soon as I had a roof over my head he was always welcome.