Date: Wed, 5 Jun 2002 04:54:55 +1000 (EST)
From: Edward Piera <sweet_stud_boy@yahoo.com.au>
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.