Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2004 23:45:25 EST
From: Lighthousebob63@aol.com
Subject: My Dad's Son

This Is a dream come true to me. My brother and I have the same dad, but
different Mothers. I grew up not knowing him, until I meet him when he
was 21.

I had searched and searched for my siblings. Ever since Mom and Dad died,
I had this desire to find my family. I had found 1 sister and 1 brother.
But I still had 1 brother out there to find. After months and months of
searching I found him.
He was in jail, and had 2 weeks to go.
I got on the phone and made a call to the jail, and passed a message onto
him, telling him that I was his brother and needed to speak to him.
1 Week later I got a call, that went like this.
"Hey Bro, What's up?"
Who's this?
"It's your brother."
My brother?
"Yes, your brother."
I then fell deep into my seat, with no air to breath.
I then said, you mean my brother from my dad?
 "Yes from dad"
My head was just going around in circles. Over our conversation I
discovered that he was getting out of jail in a few days, and wanted to
meet me. So we made arrangements to meet for the first time, at our
sisters house.
The day arrived, and I was full of excitement, I could not wait to see
him.
Over the time waiting, I had different fantasies of what he would be look
like.
First I thought that he would be a goddess with a perfect smile, and
beautiful hair.
Second I pictured a body builder, with big muscles.
Third I thought of a prince, with servants and gold.
No matter what I pictured him to be, he would be beautiful.
And I would LOVE him.

The time came to meet him, I was nervous. I showed up at my sister 3
hours early.
My sister has known that I was gay. Heck our Dad was Bi. She had no
problem with it, She even meet my lover at the time, and loved him.
   As I set in my sisters living room waiting, I found myself, getting
excited. Not just a normal excitement over meeting my brother, but a
sexual excitement, to where, I was getting a hardon.
    At this point let me stop and explain something.
    When I was growing up, and living with my step grandmother, I saw a
lot of sexual things go on between family members. So all I could think
of was, having sex with a member of my family. But it had to be someone
that I connected with. And so far, he and I have connected well, over the
phone.
    So my brother was the perfect one to fantasy about.
    I had found out that he had not been with a girl for at least 2
years, and that he had a side of him, that made people think he might of
took after dad. That kept running over and over in my mind.

    Well, all of a sudden a car, pulled up into the drive, and I saw this
image of a man get out. I knew that was my bro.

    If you are interested in seeing how the rest of the reunion goes, let
me know.
    Until then have fun...Bob
    lighthousebob63@aol.com