Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2022 16:52:27 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Homecoming Thanksgiving

A Homecoming Thanksgiving
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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This one is inspired by A4F's excellent brother stories and holiday tales.


A HOMECOMING THANKSGIVING

I pulled Austin into a hug but his grip was even stronger as he pulled it
in. "Fuck, Chase," he growled right into my ear, almost a raspy
whisper. "So good to see you, bro." A million thoughts were going through
my head but among them was the realization that Austin had packed on some
muscle over the last year... and he had a cologne that smelled nice.

"You too, bro," I muttered as I pulled back and got a good look at my twin
brother. The whole plane ride, I had rehearsed in my head how I'd get along
with him over my holiday leave. I had a week in the States and didn't want
it messed with by the lingering tension I had with the dick head.

Only he wasn't in dick head mode now but was kind of normal. Freakishly
normal. Regular hair cut, preppy clothes, kind of a clean-cut ex-frat
look. "You cut your hair," I muttered, my first thought coming right out.

Austin stepped back, grinning big and wiping his hand suavely through the
medium-short profesional hair cut he had now. "I started my finance job,
Chase," he said. "Gotta impress those fuckers," he joked. Then his face
turned a little more serious. "Or maybe I should be calling you First
Lieutenant Farrell now. Congratulations on the promotion. Mom and Dad
spilled the beans."

I gently punched him on the upper arm. Solid, of course. I'd have to ask
Austin about his fitness kick. "It's just Chase," I smiled. "But thanks."

Austin nodded, and the eye contact was heavy. Just like when we were teens,
before we grew apart. Then he snapped out of it and leaned up to pick up my
oversized duffle from where the Uber had dropped me off. "Let me get
this. It's too fucking cold to stand out here."

***

I don't know how often twins were like us, but Austin and I were opposites
in so many ways. Like polar, butt-heads opposites. He'd rebelled, big time,
against our parents, against the expectations of being a twin, against
everything. Joined a punk band, did drugs that were harder than I was
comfortable with, challenged me not to tell. The more he acted out, the
more I was the Good Kid. Played sports, got along well with teachers as
well as fellow jocks. I wasn't naturally a great student but I worked hard
at school and once time for college came I lined up a good ROTC scholarship
for the Marines. Austin gave me such guff for going the military route, and
part of me worried I did it as a fuck-you to him.

That seemed in the past now, that first night when Austin and I hit the
local bars that became an unofficial high school reunion the night before
Thanksgiving. We each made the rounds, since we hung out with different
people back then. But two hours into the night, we found ourselves talking
among ourselves. Austin was asking me a million questions about the
marines, and after a while he was filling me in on his new girlfriend.

"You and Jill serious?" I asked. Since things had been frosty between me
and Austin, we didn't really catch up beyond the holidays and the news we'd
hear from our parents.

He shrugged and flashed me a grin. "We'll see, bro. I mean, she's great,
but I'm just 25. I'm not in a rush for anything."

"That's cool," I said. "Still, I'd love to meet her sometime."

"I tried to get her to come but family's huge for her, so she wasn't
missing Thanksgiving upstate." He took a sip of his beer. We'd agreed to
uber it so were letting loose. "So, Chase... you more into dudes or chicks
these days?"

He shot me a knowing look. I mean we had our history, Austin and I, back
before we had our falling out, and even a couple bouts of hate sex
after. Including a heated session the night before I shipped off for
college.

I grinned. I almost hesitated to tell him, like this was some sort of
trap. "Haven't been with a girl since 17," I admitted.

"Might be harder to find a Republican gay dude to date," he smirked.

"I'm not a Republican, fucker," I growled, laughing at the way he was able
to get under my skin. "Just want someone traditional, you know?"

Austin shrugged. "Just hope you have some fun before you line up that Times
Wedding page material."

"I do OK," I lied. For all my boasting, the fun I'd had in college seemed
to have dried up when I was full time military. It was like guys loved the
idea of a rugged Marine but didn't seem to click with what I wanted. Or
maybe I was just too fucking picky.

But I didn't want my brother to see my vulnerability. I looked at Austin
and added, "Look who's talking...." I nudged his elbow, like he was one of
my Marine buddies. "I can't get over how cleaned up you are these days,
bro. And when did you get so big?"

"You like the big boys?" he laughed. His eyes lingered on mine, connecting
more silently. Fuck. We may be polar opposites, but we were twins and had
that telepathy thing going on.

"I do," I replied. My eyes took him in. He was my height, of course, 5'11"
and with his new hair cut and fresh shave he looked really fucking
attractive. Of course, I was looking at a version of me, but somehow the
narcissism fed the taboo of it.

"I'm not Marine big," Austin chimed in. "But I have a buddy who got me into
Stronglifts. It's been pretty quick progress."

I had to surpress the lewd thing I wanted to say just then. I came up with
the more restrained version. "Well, you're looking amazing Austin, for
real."

He leaned in more. I could smell that cologne again. "You wanna go fuck
around somewhere, Chase? For old times sake?"

It was like I was 18 all over again, only instead of a grudge fuck, it
was... something else. I thought of a million reasons I shouldn't go down
this road, but only one word came out of my mouth. "Yeah."

His lips curled into a smile which made him even more attractive.

The Uber ride home our fingers connected and interlaced, and I felt my
heart pound. This was naughty as hell, and most of all I was bowled by how
seductive Austin seemed these days. My twin brother had learned some major
game in college.

We tried to be quiet as we made out way through our parents house. Mom had
turned one of our rooms into a work-from-home office, so me and Austin were
shacking up in my old bedroom. Most of my stuff was put away in storage,
but there was mix of my sports trophies and Austin's punk posters, and
instead of my old double bed there was now a queen big enough for two.

I had that careful instinct as I silently closed the door, like I had
learned in the times I'd had sex back in the day. I just as quietly latched
the lock.

Austin was already stripping down, removing his sweater and winter clothing
and lazily tossing it onto the floor. I was about to tease him for being a
slob but I stopped myself when I saw how jacked and toned his upper body
was.

"Jesus, Austin," I whispered. "You're fucking hot."

He winked. "Show me that stud marine body bro... looks like you got five to
ten pounds of muscle on me."

His eyes were on me just as appreciatively as I stripped while he got onto
the bed and peeled off his jeans and briefs. We were really fucking doing
this. Like out of control teenagers.

"How often you make it with a guy?" I had to ask. I almost asked where his
girlfriend fit in the picture, but that was Austin's deal, he could figure
it out.

"Every couple of months," he answered without hesitation. "It's too easy to
get laid in New York," he explained.

I almost lectured him, like I did when I was younger. But I realized the
idea of my brother having sex with other guys was hot. Austin was the kind
of man not to put a label on his sexuality, but the lusty part of me was
glad the dude-oriented side of his sexuality was getting regularly
indulged.

As I removed my underwear finally, Austin saw my bone, rock hard and
jutting out from his abs.

"You trim your bush," he observed.

"Yeah," I explained as I got onto the bed. "I dated a guy into it that
way... guess I liked the look and feel of it."

"The feel?" Austin asked as he scooted up to me, running his hands along my
lightly hairy torso. I wasn't the only one who'd packed on muscle.

"You know..." I blushed as I explained, "when I guy licks me there." I
wasn't even sure I felt shy given me and Austin's history. But I did.

"Goddamn, bro," Austin chuckled. "I used to find your goody two shoes act
annoying, but now..." he looked me right in the eye as his hand continued
to explore my body. Mine reached out to touch his too. "It's frickin'
turning me on."

Austin leaned in, and I turned my head slightly to the side, and our lips
touched. This was our first kiss in... how long? Even our grudge fucks
didn't have this. But that brother lip lock was pure heaven. I was even the
one who took the initiative and snaked my tongue forward, between Austin's
parted lips. And like that I was French kissing my twin.

He grunted into my mouth, and practically sucked my tongue in, before we
battled them softly. Austin's hands now openly groping my muscle, pulling
me tighter to him.

I rolled on top of him. I half expected him to object, like he'd do when we
were 18 and in this very room, vying for top position. We'd both fucked and
gotten fucked - along with every other bit of sexual exploration - but
Austin made it seem like I was asking a huge favor every time I topped him.

Not now. "Fuck me, Chase," he whispered hoarsely. Softly even. I guess the
old habits of sneaking this behind our parents' back hadn't died for him
either.

"Yeah?" I asked just as quietly, confirming but really hoping he wouldn't
change his mind.

"Never been pounded off by a Marine," he grinned with a wink, looking up
all over my muscled torso and openly running his hands up and down my
knotted triceps.

Austin nodded. "I got a thing of lube in my bag, if you didn't pack any."

I did pack some. I slid off him and off the bed. My dick was rigid as ever
as I strutted over to my duffel. "Didn't think I'd be using the stuff for
THIS," I whispered as I pulled out my TSA-sized container of slick.

"You got a favorite position, Chase?" Austin asked excitedly as he watched
me slick up my rod just before getting back on the bed. This was a 180 from
those "at least let me sit on it" whines from back in the day.

"I like mounting a guy flat on his stomach," I answered, getting horny just
by saying that out loud. "But we don't gotta do it that way, Austin."

He just grinned and said, "Happy Homecoming, bro," and flipped onto his
belly, hiking his meaty ass up. If we had time for the rest of that holiday
weekend - and I hoped to hell we did - I wanted to explore that muscle
gym-bro ass of his. Bad. But I knew this physical connection was overdue
and the moment was about the spontaneity of fucking. I crawled on and
started kissing along his neck and behind his ear. That made my brother
hump excitedly into me.

"You always get this horny when you drink?" I teased him. We were both
tipsy from the bar, I knew.

His reply was already getting that bedroom voice. "I do, actually. Fuck me,
Chase. Put that Marine dick in me."

I reached down and lined up my prick to tease his hole. No matter how
worked up Austin appeared or acted, I wasn't gonna shove it right in
him. But I sure as hell nudged that pucker, remembering those more heated
fucks in this room, or his. I leaned up and gave the back of head a kiss,
remarking on how much shorter his hair was though not buzzed like mine. I
plopped off to his side and reached for the lube.

Austin looked up at me in a dreamy smile as I reached down and started
fingering him. Gently, one finger, then two. Slowly.

"You're good at this," he said. "You've gotten better."

"I love you, Austin," I said softly, right before a third finger pressed
into his hole.

He took in a soft inhale of breath. But I knew after a second it wasn't too
much. He nodded and I slid those digits more deeply into him. "I guess I
was a shithead to you growing up."

My cock throbbed. I'd expected him to wisecrack at my admission. Like he
had when I was 15. Instead I got deep honesty.

"We were both shitheads to each other," I said. "It took me a while to
realize I was part of our dynamic. You know, passive aggressive and all."

"Oh I know, Chase," Austin laughed. Even as he was putting me in my place,
I found that laugh so sexy. "But I love you too, man," he said, not
dropping the smile. He was confident in a way I wish I was. "You know that,
right, brother?"

I kissed him. Hard. More tongue, and this time it was like we were trying
to suck the breath from one another. Bring the life of each other into our
bodies.

I couldn't take any more. Once Austin humped against my hand and moaned
into my mouth, I extracted my fingers and crawled back on top of him. The
penetration was intense. It had been so long and feeling the Austin's body
craved me made me rock hard and excited.

Once I was buried in my brother, I paused and kicked along his neck
again. His bucking ass was the signal to go for it. I started fucking
him. Steady deep pumps in and out of Austin's hot hole.

If you're a gay guy who has a twin of course you know how everyone
immediately wants to see you have sex with your brother. I'd act dutifully
annoyed-offended if guys ever brought it up, but now I couldn't think of
anything but how hot they'd be watching me and Austin go at it. Twin sex
between two brothers who'd not had it in too long.

I'll thank the alcohol for making that fuck last. I didn't get my nut right
away, and Austin seemed to be on a slow climb to orgasm, too.

We tried to be quiet and keep the bed from squeaking, so I didn't fuck
fast, but I just kept that long slow pump in and out of him, covering that
hot-bro ass of his tight from behind and feeding off his energy. The longer
we went the sweatier we got, his toned body slick against mine, then
downright wet as I fucked him.

Seeing him reach for some lube and then move his hand down to the dick
pinned next to the mattress was the trigger that got me there.

"Oh fuck, brother!" I grunted, entering orgasm. Still a whisper, but
probably too loud.

Austin let out a series of masculine grunts. "Umngg ummg ummmg," he cried
and his bowels clenched against my cumming dick.

I fired a couple more rounds of liquid into him, then collapsed onto his
body.

Finally I rolled off him. I expected him to dart off the bed to go clean
off, cause in addition to the sweat and lube, I'm pretty sure I sauced his
hole and crack up big time. Instead he plopped on his back, his identically
matching genitals thick but half soft, as he looked at the clock. It was
after midnight now.

"Happy thanksgiving, bro," he laughed.

I laughed too. The naughtiness of our fuck and the way we'd gotten carried
away made us both find humor in the situation.

We kissed softly but had to take a break from the erotic stimulation. I
pulled back and patted his thigh. "So, Austin, what the hell has gotten
into you?"

"You mean wanting to bottom?" he asked.

I was curious about that, but that wasn't what was on my mind. "No, I mean
you. Clean cut finance bro... all that shit."

He grinned and gave a soft shrug. Unlike his earlier confidence I could
read vulnerability in his face now. "I dunno, Chase. I guess once I moved
from this shitty suburb, I had less to rebel against, you know?"

I didn't know. I mean, I always liked where we grew up. But I just listened
to my brother.

He continued. "I'm still the smart ass cynic, I think. But sometimes we
just become different people when we grow up."

If it hadn't been for the alcohol, or the intensely satisfying sex I'd just
had with Austin, I wouldn't have said the next thing I said. "Fuck, man,
you're gonna think this is messed up.... but sometimes I think I haven't
found a boyfriend cause I keep looking for you."

"Oh," my brother said. His body tensed up.

"Yeah, sorry," I apologized.

"Don't be sorry," he said sternly. "It's not messed up, bro. It's fucking
beautiful."

"Yeah?" I asked, daring to look into his eyes again now as my heart
pounded.

He nodded, getting that smile of his back. "I'm not gonna be a prick tease
to ya, Chase.... I don't think I could give up women. But I'd give up those
New York guys."

My dick firmed up. As I looked down I watched it jerk back to
erection. Austin watched too, and we both chuckled at the spectacle. "You
like that idea."

"I'm getting carried away," I hissed. "But damn straight I like that idea."

Austin looked back up at my face with a grin. "You know, you've gotten
really fucking good in the sack, bro."

"I could say the same about you," I said.

We kissed again. Slowly. Despite my newfound erection neither of us were up
for round two. Not yet.

Finally we nudged foreheads against each other, like lovers. "You know,"
Austin whispered. "Maybe we can convince Mom and Dad to go do some Black
Friday shopping, and we can have some alone time."

"Hell yes," I hissed, reaching down to wrap my hand around his tool, which
had grown firm again. As I felt him up and relished how identical it was to
my dick an idea occurred to me. "Maybe we can fuck in front of the bathroom
mirror."

Austin's face broke into a lewd grin. "You fucking perv... I love that
idea. We'll fucking do it."

We made out some more but finally we were getting sleepy. As I turned off
the lamp and pulled up the covers, Austin spooned up behind me, wrapping
his arms around me. "You know, I don't think I'm the only one who's
changed, Chase," he said softly.

"Yeah," I agreed before we were silent, other than our breathing as we
drifted off to sleep.