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</div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">It was Benjamin's idea of a fun time to have a swim  and grill some burgers on the patio surrounding their sparkling, in-ground pool. Unlike other swimming pools in the Indian River Plantation neighborhood, the Morgan's swimming pool wasn't the standard, boring rectangular shape, but an elaborate freeform design with a breathtaking waterfall feature. It was still a balmy 82 degrees in Virginia Beach and dusk had begun to cast its watercolor glow over the sky. As the sun slipped below the horizon, the energy saving pool lights around the pool deck automatically came on.<br/>
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Tonight however, the pool lights were a bit twitchy and became dimmer because Brandon didn't want anyone to call the cops because they were disturbed by their horsing around in the deep end of the pool at 2768 Nestlebrook Trail. Benjamin and Brandon were wearing tight Speedo swim briefs that accentuated the size of their packages, and if anyone caught a close up view of the twins in their backyard they might be able to tell that Brandon was the guy in the red Speedo, because it was flipped airborne onto the pool deck during their rough wrestling match in the water.<br/>
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At Old Dominion University, Brandon was on the soccer and lacrosse team, while Benjamin was on the wrestling team and water polo squad. It was fairly obvious that he was the one with the greater share of upper body strength that Brandon sorely lacked. Benjamin was the first born, just five minutes older than Brandon. Benjamin's muscled arm snaked out to hook around Brandon's waist in order to nestle his naked body against his brother's as they sat together near the side of the pool. Brandon's body was stiff as a board and he was strangely quiet, unusual for the talkative young man.<br/>
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<b>"You're not still pissed about getting tagged earlier, are you Bran?"</b> Benjamin asked, his cock already hard in anticipation of his long awaited blow job.<br/>
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Brandon grunted in indignation as he attempted to wiggle out of his grasp, but Benjamin knew how to make him laugh. His fingers dug into his brothers corded side near the armpit as he began to tickle him. Brandon splashed and flopped around in the water like a fish, growing noisy.<br/>
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<b>"Benji....stop STOP tickling me! OH you shit!"</b> Yes, he had been angry that Benjamin hurt him, but it wasn't uncommon. They were always getting on each others nerves.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>"I'll stop tickling you if you tell me the truth. Are you pissed?" </b>Benjamin's fingers wiggled again, followed by more splashing and a howl of laughter.</span><br/><b><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
"Ok , OK, STOP! Yes, I was mad Benji! You always hate when I look at other guys." </span></b><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
Brandon blurted out. "<b>It wasn't as if I was going to bone him, but he <i>was</i> cute."</b><br/>
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If Brandon could only see the depraved look on his twins face. His brother and a muscle-bound twink.<b> "You said you would always be mine, and I would always be yours, Bran. What about that? Or have you forgotten?"</b><br/>
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Brandon didn't have to look at his face to know Benjamin's feelings were growing raw, <b>"You<i> are </i>Benji. It doesn't mean we can't share. It might even be-"</b> He started to say, but Benjamin plunged his head under the water.<br/>
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Benjamin kept his twin under the surface for a moment, and then yanked Brandon up by his hair. <b>"I'll think about it while you suck my cock, Bran. Get going." </b><br/>
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Before Brandon could gulp some much needed air into his lungs, his brother drove eight inches of man meat down his throat. Brandon had gotten quite good at sucking dick as Benjamin face fucked him, and judging from the pleasurable moaning noises Benji was making, he enjoyed it. As Benjamin's glazed eyes lifted from his cock sucking twin he saw a flash of activity from the second story window next door.<br/>
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A smug grin spread over his lips. <b>"Looks like someone might be getting a little hot in the ass watching us, Bran."</b><br/>
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Brandon was trying to avoid puking up the hamburger and potato salad he ate for dinner while sucking Benjamin's cock in the pool as his brother's cock banged his tonsils. At the same time, he was trying to figure out what the hell Benjamin was talking about. Suddenly, he heard his twin release an aroused gasp, feeling the clench of his fingers as they tightened against his skull. Less than a second later,  Benjamin's engorged cock flooded his mouth with heated jizz that Brandon gulped down and swallowed.<br/>
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Releasing his twin, Benjamin was still panting as he pointed to the neighbor's window. <b>"The new neighbor was spying on us. Maybe its time we introduce ourselves. Let's stop over there tomorrow and welcome him properly to the neighborhood."</b><br/>
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Brandon followed his gaze to the neighbor's house, the curtain now motionless. For the first time in forever Brandon agreed. Not even their own father knew about the incestuous bond between them, and they wanted to keep it that way.<br/>
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<b> "Yeah, okay Benji. Besides, he might even want a <i>threesome."</i> </b>he laughed, kissing his brother deeply on the mouth, so he could taste himself on his lips.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>"He'd be stupid to turn down that offer, dontcha think?</b>" he asked Benjamin, caressing his thigh.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>"Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves, Bran. We'll go check him out first. He might be be a homely looking horn dog. We'll find out for sure tomorrow."</b> he brushed Brandon's cheek with his fingers, returning the kiss.</span>