With Smaïn's parents taking the younger siblings to the school fair, and Karim heading to football practice, we decided to treat ourselves to a lie-in the next morning in our council flat in Vaulx-en-Velin. No alarm, no noise on the stairs, just the quiet of the thick walls, the curtains drawn to keep out the darkness and the coolness. A brief interlude where time seemed suspended, just for us, to prolong the night that still refused to let us go. The next morning, long before we'd opened our eyes, the aroma of coffee, tea, and toast roused us from sleep. Karim was standing at the foot of the bed, a steaming tray in his hands. Clearly fresh from the shower, his dark, curly hair was still dripping wet, while a white towel, tied low around his hips, hinted at his defined abs and the line of dark hair that descended to his navel. His mischievous smile lights up his high-cheeked face, and he says, amused, "Wake up, lovebirds! I propose a romantic breakfast... right here in bed, the three of us." While I linger, fascinated, on the curves of his glistening torso, Smaïn, still grumpy, sits up with a grunt, his hair disheveled: "A romantic breakfast for three? Are you serious? What about your football practice? Didn't you tell us last night you weren't going?" I can't help but smile, touched by this unexpected gesture. "That's very kind of you, Karim. Really." Smaïn, still suspicious, stares at him sideways: "Or is this for some other kind of practice? Because you don't seem like the type to miss a match to make us toast." Karim bursts out laughing, completely unfazed, and places the tray on the bed with his characteristic nonchalance. "Oh, stop being a drama queen. We had a great time together last night, didn't we? So breakfast for three is just the logical next step." Smaïn decides to cut things short and says with a mixture of gratitude and suspicion, "Anyway, who cares. Thanks anyway, you're really kind. Well, kind... I wonder what you're really thinking. But I'm starving." Without waiting, we sit down side by side and enthusiastically attack the tray. Karim, unable to squeeze in beside us, opts for a Roman-style position, facing us, legs crossed with effortless ease. We devour this delicious breakfast: the crusty toast, the melting butter, the sweet jam, the strong coffee, and the fragrant tea. Each bite is a pleasure, each sip a comfort, and the atmosphere, despite the unspoken tensions, becomes almost convivial.Of course, it was impossible not to glance at Karim, lying opposite us in a Roman-style position, propped up on one elbow. He was playing it up, adopting a posture that was both relaxed and profoundly virile: his torso slightly raised, one leg bent, the other casually extended. The towel, barely held in place on his hips, slid so low that his pubic area was almost entirely visible, and the cut of his towel hinted at the curve of his penis, almost to the glans. He smiled, amused by our discomfort, while maintaining that natural self-assurance that made him so captivating. Smaïn, still as grumpy as ever, exclaimed with a mixture of exasperation and amusement: "Close your towel, bro, we're going to see your whole dick soon if this keeps up!" Without the slightest embarrassment, Karim dramatically flings aside the towel, revealing his penis in all its glory, and retorts with a mocking smile: "So what? You saw my dick last night. And Pierre even seemed to appreciate it, I think!" I can't help but burst out laughing, amused by his audacity, and decide to return the favor with equal cheek: "Oh yes, I've seen it... and up close!" This remark finally seems to relax Smaïn, who manages a smile despite himself. Karim, delighted by this reaction, erupts in genuine laughter, his body shaking with hilarity, the towel now abandoned beside him. The atmosphere suddenly becomes lighter, as if this provocation has broken the last remaining tension between us. With raised eyebrows but a wry smile, he asks with a hint of amused resignation, "So you've decided to eat naked, bro?" Completely calm, his twin shrugs with disconcerting nonchalance: "Why not? We're more comfortable that way. You wouldn't even dare..." A silence falls, thick with challenge. I feel Smaïn's gaze slide towards me, as if gauging my reaction. Without hesitation, I put down my toast and straighten up, one eyebrow raised. "Dare to do what, exactly?" I ask, amused by this escalation. Karim, his eyes twinkling with mischief, leans slightly forward, his naked body offered to the morning light. "Dare to do the same. Unless you two are afraid of showing a little skin?" Smaïn bursts out laughing, shaking his head. "Are you serious? You want us to get naked to eat toast?" "Why not?" Karim insists, a triumphant smile on his lips. "It's natural, isn't it? And besides, admit it makes breakfast more... fun." I laugh too. "Okay, fine. But if we do it, it's because we want to."Not because you won.With a theatrical gesture, I pull back the sheet and reveal, to Karim's astonished eyes, our two penises at rest. Karim, his eyes shining with a dreamy gleam, suddenly exclaims, "Hot, you two slept together like that? Shit… That must have been amazing!" Smaïn, with a sly smile, nods in agreement, "Very pleasant." I add, with a mischievous wink, "Very sensual, too!" At these words, Karim literally bursts out laughing, clutching his sides, tears welling in his eyes. Smaïn, surprised, asks him what's wrong. Between bursts of laughter, Karim manages to say, "Bro! Can you imagine the whole family showing up and finding us having breakfast naked like Swedes? Oh my god, that's hilarious! I can just imagine their faces!" And we, too, leave with a broad, contagious smile, as if this absurd but hilarious image had sealed our morning bond. Still laughing, he wipes a tear from the corner of his eye before catching his breath, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Okay, let's stay like this then. After all, why spoil such a good moment?" Smaïn, still a bit grumpy but clearly amused, crosses his arms and leans back against the headboard, completely at ease in his nakedness. "You're right. If we're going to become family legends, we might as well go all the way." I lie down in turn, hands behind my head, a smile on my lips. "And besides, let's face it, it's rather pleasant to have breakfast without any constraints. Like a kind of… morning freedom." Karim sits cross-legged facing us, the forgotten napkin beside him. "Exactly! Total freedom. And if the family ever shows up, we'll tell them we're having a Nordic experience. Swedes do that all the time, don't they?" Smaïn bursts out laughing, and the atmosphere becomes even lighter, as if this shared nudity has broken down the last barriers between us. Karim grabs a slice of toast and holds it out to me, raising an eyebrow. "So, shall we keep going like this? Naked, without any hang-ups, and with a never-ending breakfast?" I nod, amused, whi ...

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