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It was pretty tempting for Brandon and Benjamin Morgan to have a<i> Home Alone moment</i> since their father officially departed for Paris on his business trip, but things were surprisingly normal around the Morgan household. Alexander had left explicit instructions for his sons to avoid having any wild house parties or entertaining a crowd of drunken friends that might raise havoc in the house while he was gone. He also left the boys a list of chores to complete before his return. The next morning, Benjamin was the first one out of bed. He had a light breakfast and a quick shower before heading out the door because he needed to get to water polo practice at the Virginia Beach Aquatic Center by 9 A.M.<br/>
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Brandon also had some things to do that were on his agenda that morning, but he overslept and woke up at 11:30 A.M. instead. Adjusting a bit of morning wood under the boxer shorts he slept in, he slid from the tangled bed sheets and went straight to the bathroom that connected his room and Benjamin's room. Still drowsy, he almost face planted as he stumbled over a hurricane of wet towels that his twin brother left strewn across the bathroom floor. <br/>
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<b>"Fuckin' Benji. Bet he left the kitchen looking like shit too." </b>he mumbled sluggishly as he lifted the toilet seat so he could empty his bladder.<br/>
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Before he left the bathroom, Brandon paused to toss his brother's mess in the hamper, then wash his hands with warm water and soap at the double sink. Of the twins, he was the clean freak. Brandon made his bed, then made a beeline for the desk in his room so he could log on to his computer. As his blurry eyes focused on the screen, he noticed there was a neon green sticky note with a huge smiley face on it stuck to his monitor. Reading the message while he waited for his computer to load,  he checked his Instagram on his iPhone, and received confirmation that his twin brother was a complete asshole that doubled as a comedian in his spare time. The message read:<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff"><i>Hey bro,</i><br/>
<i>Noticed your epic boner before I left for water polo practice, too bad I didn't have enough time to get you off! Must have been dreaming about the creeper next door that you wanna bang! When I get back after practice we'll see what kind of fun we can have with him. Later! Benji</i></span><br/>
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<b>"My brother just won my vote for dickhead of the year." </b>Brandon muttered sarcastically.<br/>
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After reading through his e-mail and deleting a shit ton of spam, he posted a pic of himself with the message, <b>"I'm back in the 757 bitches, hit me up!"</b>on his Instagram. <br/>
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Then he performed some multi-tasking, which included taking a shower, and getting dressed. Brandon slipped into a snug pair of aqua colored Quiksilver amphibian shorts and a pair of Nike slides, leaving his sleek, muscled chest bare. He went downstairs to the kitchen and ate his breakfast at the table, consuming two bowls of Vanilla Rice Chex, a glass of OJ, and a mug of hot coffee. With his alertness restored, Brandon was feeling excited about the note his twin left that morning.<br/>
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It gave him a hard-on just thinking about the many possibilities of meeting Mr. Guy in the upstairs window.<br/>
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On the list of chores Alexander left for the boys to complete, Brandon was assigned the task of washing his Dad's Acura SK 5, vacuuming the pool, and mowing the lawn. Brandon decided that while he was in the driveway he'd detail his Nissan Rogue as well. The hematite silver SUV and Benji's Mazda Miata, were graduation gifts from their father, and he loved driving it around. Brandon just entered the garage to grab an orange water bucket, cleaning supplies and a long handled brush to get started on washing and waxing both vehicles, and walked into a humid wall of Indian Summer heat.<br/>
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By the time Brandon carried the soapy water bucket out of the garage and down the driveway, the 87° weather that was par for the course in the south, promptly caused him to break into a sweat. Stepping between the Euonymus bushes to turn on the water spigot, he got splashed with cold water as he turned to direct the full force of the spray directly upon his Dad's car. Brandon nearly screamed aloud when the shockingly cold water hit his skin, but all that came out was a yelp of surprise, when he spotted his neighbor next door in his driveway.<br/>
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<b>"Fuck! That's cold!"</b><br/>
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<i>Had he heard him yelling like a little bitch?</i> Brandon cringed, stepping back in the shrubbery a little bit to gather his thoughts and check the guy out a little bit. A redhead. Hmm. Seeing his copper top made Brandon wonder if the carpet matched the drapes. He waited for a few moments more, expecting a wife and two little kiddos to come running out behind him, but there was no other activity other than his presence in the driveway. The guy picked up a newspaper at the end of his driveway, then slowly walked back to the house.<br/>
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Brandon was so tempted to wave to him, say hello or offer a welcome to the neighborhood, but he promised that he'd wait for his brother to get back from practice, then they'd go introduce themselves together later that afternoon. Strangely enough, their new neighbor didn't go directly back inside the house, and even if he had, Brandon still felt like he was watching from somewhere as he went about the task of washing his father's car. He decided that it would be fun to tease a little bit, as long as he kept the promise he made Benji to not go next door without him. <br/>
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Bran made sweeping stretches with the long handled brush, that brought his bare torso and chest in contact with the soapy residue on the windows and hood of the car. He purposely bent at the waist when retrieving the sponge and slowly rose to lean into every stroke of his arm to apply more suds, as if his father's car was filthy, and in the process his shorts got wet, almost see through. Brandon was getting incredibly turned on by the idea that his hot neighbor was watching him wash the car, and his cock hardened in response to that.<br/>
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His hand squeezed and rubbed against the bulge in his shorts. then reached down into the bucket for the sponge in order to get the tires and grille in front. He squatted down low, and his board shorts crept lower revealing a plumber's crack with a distinct tan. His ass wiggled seductively as he leaned over to scrub the front panel, headlights and grille then slowly slid up against the hood to give it another scrub down. His movements were ever so slow, and then he picked up the water hose. More water got his shorts and body soaking wet from the spray, more of his body was on display for the neighbor to see.<br/>
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Of course, if their new neighbor was so inclined, he could stop over to introduce himself. Unless he was too busy jerking off in the window to actually talk right now. Brandon had a lot of time to kill before Benjamin got home from practice anyway, and chores to do to keep him occupied, if the neighbor decided to slip back inside and play hermit.<br/>
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Brandon hoped his little tease was the bait that worked to pull him out of his shell.</span>