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As Joshua sauntered away from the driveway excitedly, Brandon's gaze followed the flurry of motion as he retreated inside his house in order to change into some dry clothing. Brandon's heart did a flip flop in his chest at the sight of his sweet ass which made his dick hard again. He collected the bucket and dumped the dirty water out of it, before bringing the cleaning supplies into the garage, and lowered the garage door by pressing the button on the wall. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(191, 191, 191)">It was hot as a blast furnace outside, but his sweaty body was relieved by the invisible wall of cool air that greeted Brandon once he stepped back inside the hallway near the kitchen. By the time he reached his room to change into some clean clothes, he could see that he missed some messages on his iPhone. His Dad had called twice, probably to let him know he'd gotten to Paris safe and sound, another from a friend wanting to hang out tomorrow, and a text from Benjamin.</span><br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><span style="font-size: 18px">He paused to shoot Benjamin a text back.</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><br/>
Brandon:</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> "How much longer are you gonna be? I like sausage pizza and BTW, I met the hottie next door. He invited us over for a meet and greet."</span><br/>
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While waiting for his brother's response, Brandon multi-tasked by peeling out of his grubby board shorts, exchanging them for his neon green DSquared boxer shorts from the the chest of drawers in his bedroom. Downstairs, the doorbell chimed, and Brandon ran to get it, with his iPhone in hand. It was a UPS delivery guy dressed in a brown uniform, that had a package for his Dad that had to be signed for. <br/>
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<i>"Right there on the X, please."</i></span><br/>
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"Sure thing dude."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> Brandon signed on the electronic pad.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> "There you go."</span><br/>
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<i>"Thanks Mr. Morgan."</i><br/>
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Brandon almost laughed, as he closed the door and carried the box inside, setting it down on the kitchen table.</span><br/>
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It didn't take very long for Benjamin to reply back.<br/>
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Benjamin: </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"ETA? 30 minutes. Pizza 20 min. No worries, I got your sausage, Bran. LOL."</span><br/>
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<i>What a dickhead, Brandon thought</i> as he typed back.<br/>
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There was a long pause after that, then another reply from Benjamin. From what he could read, Benjamin sounded a bit pissed off.<br/>
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Benjamin:</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300"> "Da fuck did you do Bran? Told you to wait for me, ffs."</span><br/>
</span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Brandon: </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"Chill dude. I was just washing Dad's SUV, and he popped into the driveway. He's pretty hot. I told him we were down for a visit. I wouldn't ever do anything without you first. So calm the fuck down."</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Benjamin:</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300"> "Okay. For a sec I thought you went over there without me! LOL. Yeah, I'm down for meeting him. What's his name anyway?"</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Brandon: </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"It's Mr. McGillian. Um..Joshua. He was all horned up watching me wash the car. I got a <i>little</i> wet."</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Benjamin: </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"I bet you did, ya slut. Maybe he'd be down for something more, yeah? Better than getting off watching us fuck around from his upstairs window. HAHA. OH gtg. Pizza's ready."</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><br/>
Brandon:</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff"> "Okay. See you soon, Benji."</span><br/>
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</span></span>​</div><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">By the time Benjamin arrived home, Brandon was upstairs in his bedroom changing into a pair of platinum colored Nike layup shorts and a matching sleeveless tank shirt. He had just put on a pair of ankle socks and a pair of black running shoes, when he heard the beeping sound of the front door sensor on the home security system go off. Brandon left the bedroom, the sound of his galloping feet heard descending the stairs as he followed the aroma of the pizza Benjamin brought home. He strolled into the kitchen just as Benjamin set two pizza boxes on the marble countertop, opened his and started eating a slice from his box.<br/>
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Brandon grinned, and gazed over at his brother as they met in the kitchen.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"How was practice?" </span><br/>
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Brandon was hungry, but decided to save his pizza to share with their new neighbor. He walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water from its interior before settling down at the breakfast bar and touch bases with his twin.</span><br/>
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"We had a scrimmage. My team won 4-2. It went pretty good." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Benjamin muttered, a mouthful of pizza muddling his response. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"I need a quick shower. What time does the neighbor want us over?"</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"I offered to bring him some of Channello's finest Alexander The Greek pizza. So, probably in the next five minutes." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Brandon answered.</span><br/>
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"Be right back, Bran. Getting ready now."</span><br/>
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</span></span>​</div><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Benjamin was a man of his word, and in five minutes he was showered and dressed in a matching pair of <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fassets.vogue.com%2Fphotos%2F58911071736d5f2410e362ee%2Fmaster%2Fpass%2F05-MarcioMarcosPatriota.jpg&amp;hash=9b33a1300616d331315e6b4141040039" href="https://assets.vogue.com/photos/58911071736d5f2410e362ee/master/pass/05-MarcioMarcosPatriota.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Nike athletic shorts, sleeveless tank, and running shoes.</a> Seeing Brandon wearing a New York Yankees ball cap, he decided to completely match his brother as they strolled up to Josh Mc Gillian's front door. As promised, the Morgan brothers arrived bearing gifts. Since Brandon was the one holding a large pizza, Benjamin rang the doorbell. Together they waited on his doorstep for their next door neighbor to answer.<br/>
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They were both smiling as the door opened, and they were able to greet Joshua together this time. Joshua probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference between them by appearances alone. Brandon and Benjamin were total mirror images of each other even down to their voices.<br/>
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<b>"Hello, and welcome to the neighborhood!"</b><br/>
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