Date: Wed, 5 Jun 2002 04:54:55 +1000 (EST) From: Edward Piera Subject: Long Lost Brother All of the usual warnings apply. This work is not written for people under the age of 18, or other ages of majority. If it is illegal for you to access material of a sexual nature, then do not read this. Copyright Ed. Piera 2002. Please let me know what you think; sweet_stud_boy@yahoo.com.au please remember to give the title of the story. Long Lost Brother My parents had divorced when I was less than a year old, the stress of a fifth child was apparently too much to take; I lived with my mother, who had gone home to be near her parents, my four elder sisters also moved with her, I had had no contact with my dad. As I approached my seventeenth birthday I found life more and more stressful, a house full of women was far from my perceived ideal. Eventually the last straw came, I overheard my mother talking with my oldest sister, they were talking about somebody called Jack and at the same time about my dad. Later I asked my sister who 'Jack' was and she deflected my question, after this I was determined to find out more, I wanted to know about my dad, and about this 'Jack'. One Saturday my mother was shopping with my sisters and I was alone in the house, I went into her room and searching around I found a large collection of diaries, they were all neatly dated and started shortly before I was born. My general sense of nosiness was aroused, and I started by turning to my date of birth, understandably there was no entry, Mom was a little too busy, the next entry was two days later, I got no further than the openning: "So much news since I last wrote, the twins have been born, they are both boys, we have decided to call them Josh and Jack they both look so cute..." I sat on the floor in Mom's and started into space, then I started to cry, I had a twin brother, but I had never known him. I didn't notice Mom arive back with my sisters, but shortly after she walked into her room. "Josh. What are you doing in here?" Then she noticed her diary. "What the hell are you doing with my diary?" "Who is Jack?" "That's none of your business." "He's my twin brother, none of my business, if my twin brother isn't my business what the hell is?" I ran out and into my room. Later that evening Mom came into my room, and explained how life had been getting bad, that she and my dad had been growing apart for a long time. They decided to try another baby, hoping that it would pull them together, but when it turned out to be twins the strain became too much. Mom had left my dad, and vowed never to return. He appeared the next day and my grandmother's house and demanded access to his children, Mom had refused. Two days later his lawyers sent a letter which gave three options: joint custody of the children with Mom living within the state, custody of one child, or a long battle in the court. Mom was telling a clearly biased version of the story where my dad tried to bribe her with a very large alimony, and threatened her with the best lawyers around, under the stress she surrendered Jack, my twin brother. After that, she added: "So there you are, he trampled all over my rights as a woman, so I lost my child." She started to walk out. "Why didn't you tell me about Jack?" "You would just have wanted to see him, and then your dad would have stolen you away from me too." "But he's my brother..." "Was your brother, as far as I'm concerned your dad and anything connected with him doesn't exist, and you had better learn to agree with that view while you live in my house." Then she walked out. That night I didn't sleep at all, I couldn't just forget that I had brother. I avoided Mom and my sisters, and then when they went out again I searched through Mom's papers until I found the letters about the divorce, they had the details of my dad's lawyers on them. With shaking hands I dialed the numbers. "Good afternoon, Carmen Schweiz, this is Clara speaking how may I help you?" "Oh hello. I don't know what you are allowed to tell me, but I think that my dad is one of your clients. I want to get in contact with him." "I'm afraid we can't give any details, if you're his son why don't you have his address?" "He divorced my Mom years ago I never had any contact with him." The receptionist decided to take pity on me. "Can I ask what the name is? I can't promise anything, but I'll see what I can do." "My name is Josh Sanders, is says here that my dad's name is Philip Harris." "One moment please." There was a pause and the sound of a keyboard in use and a conversation in the background. "I'm afraid that there is no way that I can give you any client details, they are strictly confidential." "I need to contact him though." "If you send a letter here then we may be able to pass it on to Mr. Harris. Would that be possible?" "Yeah, that would be great." My heart was leaping, finally I could contact my dad. Eventually I wrote a letter, I talked about myself, and how I wanted to meet with him and gave him the telephone number and said when Mom and my sisters would be out if he wanted to call. After about a week I had pretty much given up hope, if the divorce was final that would be it, but the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hello, is that Josh?" "Yes." "Josh," there was a long pause "it's your father here, I just got your letter." I nearly fainted, we talked, and decided that we wanted to meet, we were trying to arrange something when Mom arrived home. "Hi Josh." She called from the hall. "Hi Mom." then returning to the phone "Dad, Mom's just got in, I better go now, can I call you back later." Dad gave me a number, and we agreed to speak on Saturday morning. "Who was on the phone honey?" "Oh just a guy from school." I had always been a terrible liar, and my Mom started to look at me. "I can always tell when you lie, who was it?" She clearly thought it was a girl-friend, although I had no interest in getting a girl-friend at all, a couple of the guys looked attracting but no girls at all. "W-w-w-ell. It was..." I decided that to lie would be pointless "it was Dad. We've decided to meet up." Mom exploded as soon as I mentioned him. "I told you to forget all about him. He tried to trample my rights as a woman. If you meet with him then never come back here!" I ran to my room, not knowing what to do I called my dad, and explained everything to him. He simply replied that we could hide everything, I could do as my mother told me, or I could move in with him. He was single, and had raised Jack alone, they would both love to have me there. I was unsure, and told him I would call him back. Later that evening one of my sisters came into my room, and asked me what I had done to upset Mom. When I told her, she sided with Mom and told me that I was being almost evil by talking to Dad. Over night I decided that I had to leave, I called my Dad first thing in the morning, and explained how bad things were. He told me that he would book flight tickets, and that I should go to the airport. I pretended to leave for school, but slipped back in as soon as my mother had left for work. I packed all of my belongings, then I left a short note, and called a cab to the airport. All through the flight I was nervous beyond belief. As I left there was the usual group of people waiting for friends, relative and business associates. I noticed a guy who looked like me but thirty years older, and standing next to him a guy just like me. They noticed me at the same time; the older guy almost ran over to me. "Josh?" "Yeah, Dad?" We hugged for what seemed like several minutes. Then with tears filling both of our eyes, Dad introduced me to the guy who had been with him. "Josh this is Jack, your twin brother." We also hugged for several minutes. Eventually we started to walk to the exit, once outside I noticed a large car clearly it was some rich business man's. Jack walked straight towards it, eventually I realised that this was Dad's car. Jack had got into the front passenger side, Dad climbed into the back the driver started to put my bags into the boot and I followed Dad into the back. We talked during the drive, getting to know each other. Dad had apparently made a vast fortune on the foreign exchange markets, but had done so after the divorce assesment which meant that Mom didn't get a single red cent of it. Finally the car pulled off the road, and swept through a massive set of gates and along a seemingly endless drive until we reached a house which was the size of a large appartment block, but was clearly a single dwelling. I was given a room in what was called the nursery, Dad said that it used to be a proper nursery until Jack grew up beyond that level, once the nanny left Jack could decorate the rooms however he liked. I didn't get much chance to look around before I was dragged on a tour of the extensive grounds, and the house itself. Dad and I talked for most of the evening, although Jack joined us for dinner. At about half past ten, Dad suggested that I might want to go upstairs, it had been a long day and I agreed. Jack showed me the 'nursery' in great detail, it must have been significantly remodeld since it was an infants nursery. There were three bedrooms, all with vast bathrooms, a study room for homework, a games room with a pool table and table tennis, and then a lounge which had one of the most vast TVs imaginable. I was keen to get to know Jack, and so once I had acquainted myself with the various rooms, and especially with my room, I joined him in the lounge. "I'm not really watching this, if you want to get to know each other I can turn it off." "That would be great." "Do you want to go first, or shall I?" "I don't really know what there is to say, you can go first." "Sure, I guess you know how old I am. I'm six one, thirty inch waist, forty chest, and nine inches down there." I blushed what he made obvious reference to his cock. "All the same here." We ran through just about every possible characteristic, and we were exactly the same in all of them, we liked the same music, did as well as each other in school, there really was nothing that made us different. Jack was sitting wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, he had got changed after dinner and was very relaxed. I noticed that I was checking out his body. Just like me he had a slim build, light colored hair, blue eyes, and a slight tan. I was tried to shift my mind onto other things, but I had to face it, I was starting to get a crush on my identical twin brother. Jack started to move the conversation into more and more private matters. After ascertaining that I did not have a girl-friend, and that I had never had one, he paused. "Don't take this the wrong way Josh, but are you sure that girls are your thing?" I was taken aback. "What do you mean?" "Girls are about 52 per cent of the world's population, you might not be into them but into the other 48 per cent." I had not come out to anybody, but was certain that I was gay myself. After thinking about it for a little while I decided that if I couldn't come out to my twin brother, then who could I come out to. "Well, I'm not totally certain, but the other 48 per cent has some very interesting specimins in it." "It looks as though we have yet another thing in common. You ever done anything with a guy?" "No. You?" "I am, well now I suppose was, the ultimate closet case. I used to watch the estate workers, in the summer they would strip to the waist; then I found a spot which looked into their shower block, I could see them totally nude, I even saw a couple jacking off when no one else was around." "What would you ideal guy look like." "I think about six foot one, slim waist, bigger chest, blonde hair, blue eyes, a good grin." "It sounds as though you are describing yourself." "As twin brothers that means I am describing you too." Jack moved from the chair he was occupying to sit next to me on the couch. "Josh, I don't know how to say this..." He paused and then deciding that words would be less effective than actions, he picked up my hand and kissed it gently. "Jack. You are the most wonderful guy I have ever met." I moved my head in towards his, eventually our lips met. It seemed like electricity flowed between us, gradually our lips started to open, and our tongues moved to explore each other's mouths. Jack's arms embraced me, gliding over my back, I responded in kind. Eventually he pulled his mouth away from mine and began to whisper in my ear. "Do you want to go all the way?" "Does this give you your answer?" I replied, and then moved my hand to stroke his upper thigh, moving onto the growing basket. "I guess so. I want your whole body bro." "And I want yours bro." We both stood up, needing to get undressed; as Jack just had shorts and a t-shirt on, I undressed him first. I pulled the light cotton of the shirt up and over his head in one swift movement, and then pulling his shorts down in a similar manner having to pull them outwards to get past the rapidly engourging cock, he stepped out of the shorts, and as he had no boxers on with two movements he was as bare as when he was born. I stood back to admire the beauty of my brother, now to become my lover. Here too he was just like me with only one difference. He had defined muscles on both his abs and pecs but not excessively so, he clearly worked out, as I did, but not like a body-builder. There was a small trail of hair leading from his navel to the thick forest below, but no other hair on his torso. His legs were similarly defined, but still lithe and beautiful. His ass was tanned like the rest of his body, the only difference, I had always sunbathed in speedos but he must have done so naked or in a g-string the result was that my ass was white, while his was brown, his cock stood out straight in front of him, cut and nine inches as he promised earlier. He started to undress me, caressing my body as he unbuttoned first my shirt and then pushed it back over my shoulders, then my belt and pants, before fully exposing me as he removed my boxers. "We really are identical twins, your body is gorgeous Josh, I can't wait to get started on it." "Your's is too. What's stopping you anyway?" "Perhaps my bedroom would be more comfortable for this." I followed him into his bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed and joined me, kissing me all over, I lay back and let it all happen to me. He worked over my entire body apart from my cock and ass; kissing, caressing, sucking; I felt such a vast range of feelings, all of the wonderful. He started at my toes and slowly worked upwards, all over my feet, then moving slowly up my legs stopping on my upper thighs before he could stimulate my cock, which was as hard as a rock. Then he moved up to my mouth, and we kissed passionately before he moved downwards, he sucked on my armpits for what seemed like hours, sucked my nipples, and chewed them gently. Eventually he had covered every inch of my body, except my cock and ass. I gently pushed him over and reciprocated. I knew the pleasure which he would be getting, both by the pleasure he had given to me, and by the constant moans; I had not imagined that I would enjoy kissing all over his body quite this much though. "I'm certainly no expert at this Josh, but I have read a little, there seems to be three main things we can do; sucking, rimming, and fucking. I suggest that we both try them all." I merely nodded in agreement. Jack moved until his head was directly above my cock, he gazed on it as though it were a rare jewel, then moving to the base his tongue made contact deep between my legs; moving upwards along the top of my cock, in one movement he covered the entire length right to the tip. Then he repeated the movement on either side and on the bottom of my cock, each time he rode upwards I felt as though I would explode with cum and emotion. Having treated all sides of my cock, he paused and then moved his mouth over the tip, once contact had been made, his tongue flowed over my cockhead, driving me even more crazy. His head started to move down the length of my cock, impaling himself further onto my weapon; as he moved his tongue traced over the portion of the cock just inside his lips. He paused, I guessed that he had reached his gag reflex, he held himself perfectly still, relaxing his throat muscles. Then swallowing to aid the passage of my cock, his head suddenly moved down to rest in my pubes. He waited, allowing his mouth and throat to adjust to the new position, then he started to face-fuck himself with increasing speed and fervour. I knew that my cock could not stand much more of this. I forced myself to stop moaning, as I had been doing ever since Jack started on the blow-job. "I'm about to cum Jack." Rather than slow, or try to move off my cock, he merely continued, the idea of him swallowing my cum became very appealing, and this made me even more excited. I was getting closer and closer, Jack was forcing my balls to deposit their cum in him mouth. "Here it cums." I paused, making no noise at all as my balls ejected to juice they had been making, I felt as though my body was flying above the bed, the strongest and purest orgasmic bliss I have ever encountered flowed through every inch of my body. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I was nearly screaming. Eventually my flow died down, as did the elation I felt. I noticed that Jack's mouth was moving towards mine, more kissing seemed to be a wonderful idea, our lips met, but instead of his tongue I was greeted with my cum, collected in his mouth, it was so erotic. Our lips stayed locked for quite some time, our tongues fought over my cum now deposited in both of our mouths. "Do I get to play with you now?" I gazed into Jack's eyes, and they gave me more of an answer than any words could have done. I pushed Jack onto his back, and lifted his hands out of the way. Then I moved my head until it was directly over his cock; I paused and simply looked at it for a long time, studying in detail this perfect specimin of manhood. Jack clearly found the adulation which my eyes were giving to be very erotic, his cock started to twitch. Finally, I could not restrain myself, and started by giving one long lick starting at his balls, and moving slowly but surely right along the length until I caught a drop of pre-cum from the tip. I then worked on the head, my lips moved over it gently, and then locked just below the head, then my tongue joined the fray swirlling all over the cockhead. Slowly I started to move down his cock, sucking and licking all over the outside, then moving back to the tip, I tried to swallow his great slab of meat. My mouth was soon full, and I was at my gag reflex; I tried to relax, imitating his action, eventually I was so moved by the experience that his cock just dropped down my throat and I found my face buried in his pubes. Working back up I gave him more and more stimulation, his moans were becoming more and more insistent he was clearly approaching his climax. Not pausing to think about swallowing his cum, I just continued, I was finding this as arousing as Jack. "I'm getting real close now!" The sound of his voice, so similar to mine, merelyu drove me more and more excitedly onto his cock. I felt his meat swell slightly, and then felt a force on the back of my throat as his cum shot out. Jack fell silent for the slightest fraction of a second before shouting loud enough to wake the dead. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" More spurts followed, my mouth filled quickly and I started to swallow as quickly as I could. Once his cock had calmed I stopped swallowing in order to taste the gift which he had given to my mouth. Remembering his cum-laden kiss to me, I reciprocated and we locked lips, sharing cum, mouths, and tongues. Falling along side each other, we were both clearly spent for the evening. Jack looked at me. "You've had a long day, and there's plenty of time left for more fun tomorrow, shall we sleep now?" I simply nodded, and we quickly drifted to sleep in each other's arms.