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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"Oh yes! He loves to surprise newcomers with a gift basket from Harry and David because he lives a healthy lifestyle himself. But honestly, I think he's better off ordering subscription boxes from <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fthepleasureparlor.com%2Fcollections%2Fkinky-b-tch&amp;hash=29cffac63ea901e73a9c719e1614c6be" href="https://thepleasureparlor.com/collections/kinky-b-tch" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">The Pleasure Parlor.</a>  Benjamin and I could offer neighbors our <i>special </i>delivery service. You'd probably like it better than our Dad's version. After all, a little <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fecx.images-amazon.com%2Fimages%2FI%2F51Vf3XnJimL.jpg&amp;hash=bfddd20c0fa2ca3fbfbbfd7e2fbe9f68" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Vf3XnJimL.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">boy butter</a> goes a long way, and makes for happier neighbors."</span> Brandon winked, being cheeky.<br/>
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"The only problem is that I'm not on the welcoming committee at Indian River Plantation Homeowners Association and he is, so I have no say in the matter. Usually he delivers a welcome packet and a basket to new folks in the neighborhood personally Mr. Mc Gillian, but unfortunately, he just flew to Paris for business. The vice president of the HOA will probably bring a basket to your doorstep once you're all settled in."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Brandon came to the assumption that either Joshua McGillian was either one of three classifications. Never married, widowed, or<i> iwishthebitchwasdead. </i>He saw no evidence of wifey and two plus kids, no car seat in the car, no evidence of the nuclear family in his backyard and he was perfectly fine with that. Little kids tended to be a pain in the ass, especially when their ball sailed over the fence into their yard when he and Benjamin were at it in the pool or sunbathing in the nude on a chaise lounge poolside.<br/>
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Judging from the obvious innuendo Joshua delivered, Brandon came to the conclusion right away that one: He was interested, and two: He was horny as fuck.  Two things he and his identical twin could definitely enjoy. Those qualities made the copper top appealing and essentially canceled out any thoughts that he was a widower. So that left option three: <i>iwishthebitchwasdead. </i>Divorced men were<i> eager</i> to get some dick action, and it was written all over Joshua's face, and points south. The indent he initially noticed became slightly bigger as they stood there flirting and chit chatting.<br/>
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<i>Mmm. I wonder if he tastes as good as he looks, pondered Brandon to himself while Joshua talked about the type of wax that worked for him.</i><br/>
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Joshua had the long suffering expression of a divorced man. He clearly remembered the expression on his father, Alexander's face when his mother, Chloe delivered divorce papers and custody requests from her high profile divorce lawyer. Brandon and Benjamin were seven years old, and they heard an argument between their parents every hour of every day for the entire year leading up to the discovery that their mom was cheating with her tennis coach and news media showed up at their multi-millionaire mansion in Miami.<br/>
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Chloe Morgan didn't even have the common decency to tell her husband that she was having an affair. Paparazzi grabbed hold of the news lead and ran with it, straight to the Morgan's front door. The twins saw their father cry for the first time ever that day, and would never forget the tug of war between them as their two boys became pawns in their acrimonious split. Their argument when Chloe arrived home to a media circus was cold. Every word between the two adults was over pronounced, bitterness cutting rather than cascading through the air conditioned atmosphere. <br/>
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The love they had shared hadn't gone, it had been distorted into a close mimicry of pure unadulterated hatred; and just as love endured, so would the wall of bitterness that separated them, growing more and more sharp thorns every day as the boys grew up. The pain that Brandon felt mostly was a sense of betrayal, their mother was a whore like the kids at school called her and his father curtly announced whenever Chloe called asking for more alimony. For Benjamin the sense of loss turned into anger. It was fortuitous that extended family members noticed Benjamin's tendency to rage and channeled the negative energy into sports.<br/>
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Benjamin was on the water polo and swim team, while Brandon preferred playing baseball and soccer. There was something calming about the water that seemed to soothe the anger, and elicit a bright, competitive spirit within Benjamin. Brandon had a tendency to branch out and network with others but almost always sought the solace and comfort of his identical twin, even after winning a championship match. The pair of brothers had always been there for each other since their days in the womb, even when their parents failed in their attempt to parent them. There were plenty of nannies, and when the boys grew out of the need to have someone paid to watch over them...older male neighbors.<br/>
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Alexander Morgan worked long hours as a record executive and CEO of Gemini Records to provide his boys with comfort, and was often flying off to exotic locales and attending business negotiations with clients to get contracts signed, or attending awards shows like the one in Paris this weekend. The twins spent a lot of time parenting themselves, and often had Home Alone moments that were kept secret from their father. They experimented with alcohol, were offered drugs and sex --in exchange for the love Chloe failed to provide and the companionship they desired but lacked from Alexander.</span><br/>
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After a while, neither twin cared what the consequences of their illicit actions were. They'd been fucking each other since they were both eleven, and kept it a complete secret from everyone. They also maintained a high level of discretion whenever they brought others into their bed, unless someone they were fucking  gave them a reason not to be. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"Wow Mr. McGillian! Now you have me intrigued! I think a visit to your house might just be in order for my bro and I, perhaps a bit later? Benji is as much of a tool lover as I am if not more. I also really hate to deprive him of the opportunity to see a house full of cardboard either."</span> Brandon laughed, twisting the truth just a wee bit. <br/>
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<i>More like he's in love with his own tool. A tool he regularly enjoys fucking the daylights out of me with, he thought to himself.</i><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"The Super Kroger down the street has home delivery you know. I don't know if you're into that sort of stuff but it sure seems convenient to me. Or we can order a pizza from Channello's? That way my brother and I can spend more time getting to know you. Sounds like much more fun to be honest."</span><i> B</i>randon offered the suggestion.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"In the meantime, I should get back to work on my chores. All work and no play makes Brandon a dull boy. Sooner I get it done, the more time I'll have to play."</span> Brandon smiled, the edges of his pearly whites making a slow sensual drag across his lower lip.<br/>
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"That would be a real shame if I didn't have time to....<i>play.</i> Right, Mr. McGillian?"</span> Brandon's seductive tone of voice sending a heavy dose of sexual innuendo.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"Later gator!" </span>Brandon turned the water back on and began rinsing the SUV, studying and fantasizing about grinding against the chiseled curve of Joshua's firm ass under the cover of his sweatpants bounce slightly as he walked back to his house.<br/>
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Too bad the cold water did nothing to assuage the rock hardness of his aroused cock. Getting his nut off, would also have to wait until Benjamin got home. <br/>
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While he spread a layer of wax on the hood of his father's SUV, Brandon heard the Nicki Minaj ringtone on his iPhone 8 go off. He dropped the chamois on the hood, but his hands were too sticky from the paste wax he was using to get to the phone before it went to voicemail.<br/>
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His cell phone lit up with a text message instead. It was Benji.<br/>
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"How come you never answer your damn phone Bran? I'm leaving practice now and was gonna pick up a sub or some pizza. Text or call me back if you want me to bring ya something. L8RRRRR!"</span><br/>
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