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</div></div><br/>Nothing was worse than becoming the meat in the middle of their parent's custody sandwich, with every sordid detail of their mother's affair splayed all over the newspaper tabloids. After the alimony, the child support and the squabble over the Morgan's identical twins became newsworthy, the judge rendered his decision to grant full custody of seven year old Benjamin and Brandon to their father. Their mother, Chloe, was given visitation rights. After their parents acrimonious divorce was finalized, Brandon and Benjamin spent half the year in Miami, Florida, living with their Mom and her new boy toy.<br/><br/>The remaining six months were spent living in temperate Virginia Beach, Virginia with their Dad, Alexander Morgan. He was the CEO of<i>Gemini Records Agency</i>, that's when he wasn't playing<i>absentee father. He owned a home </i>in the affluent enclave of<i>Indian River Plantation</i>in a stunning two story Southern Mediterranean style home on the 3rd hole of the<i>Signature At West Neck Golf Course.</i>The Morgan home had clean exterior lines coupled with an open inviting floor plan that was purchased just to keep his twin boys out of the media limelight. Besides providing a home for his twins, it also gave Alex a break away from his headquarters in the District of Columbia.<br/><br/>He spent thousands of dollars on nannies and private schools for his sons, so that his boys would never lack anything material. When Brandon and Benjamin became teenagers, Alex felt that he could trust them with the keys to the house, making sure that everything that they needed in his absence was there until he returned from all the business meetings, industry parties and so on. They graduated from an exclusive private school in Norfolk together, and now were attending the<i>Strome College of Business</i>at<i>Old Dominion University</i>in Norfolk. Benjamin and Brandon made the twenty to thirty minute commute back and forth to<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fphotos.zillowstatic.com%2Fp_f%2FISqdfijvps6j3x1000000000.jpg&amp;hash=7c194e49b19fd461a201afe7ad792a0d" href="https://photos.zillowstatic.com/p_f/ISqdfijvps6j3x1000000000.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><i>2768 Nestlebrook Trail,</i></a><i> three days a week.</i><br/><br/>The remainder of the week was theirs for studying and for enjoying other recreational pursuits. That day, Alex sat down with the twins for a light breakfast before he had to head to work, commenting wistfully that his sons were growing into attractive young men. The breakfast conversation revolved around their grades in their freshman courses, whether there were any romantic conquests to brag about, and the amount of weight they were bench pressing. Alex mentioned the house next door which had been empty for a long time, finally had someone moving in. Once breakfast was finished, Alex left in a rush to get dressed for work and prepare his suitcase for a flight to Paris to attend an awards show the following morning.<br/><br/>His news didn't come to the twins as a huge surprise, because they had learned to find solace in each other's presence a long time ago. Brandon and Benjamin shared the same DNA, the same womb, and were perfect mirror images of each other. Even before their parent's divorce, they felt comfort and a sense of stability from being together. They understood each other in an almost telepathic way, with a sense that no one else could understand their special bond. They were inseparable, and Brandon was rarely seen without Benjamin following closely behind him.<br/><br/><b>"Wonder if a family is moving in next door. Whoever it is they sure got a lot of furniture." </b>he muttered aloud.<br/><br/>It had been Brandon who first noticed the activity at<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fphotos.zillowstatic.com%2Fp_f%2FISucd7m6d3c1330000000000.jpg&amp;hash=48a5616cfcdef955547841f9bf683043" href="https://photos.zillowstatic.com/p_f/ISucd7m6d3c1330000000000.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">2772 Nestlebrook Trail</a>as moving men carried boxes inside from the moving truck, and assumed like always that it was going to be another set of parents and their 2+ kids. Indian River Estates was a family oriented place, after all. The curly haired blonde was caught gazing longingly at one of the moving men's retreating asses, when the pure sound of his brother's Spaulding basketball suddenly became silent. He thought that Benjamin was going for a three point layup, but instead of going for the stationary hoop in the four car driveway, Benjamin aimed the ball directly at his brother's head.<br/><br/>As Brandon crumpled down, holding his temple in pain, Benjamin growled, obviously jealous.<b>"Get your head in the game Bran, and stop skylarking at the male pussy."</b><br/><br/>Brandon didn't even want to know what was going through his brother's mind, but as far as he was concerned the game was over. He stormed off, slamming the door between the garage and the house angrily,<br/><br/><b>"Benji. You're such a fuckin' douchebag."</b><br/><br/>An hour later, a sweaty Benjamin came inside for a bottled water because he was thirsty. Brandon was holding a ice compress to the side of his head, and was in the process of eating a sandwich since it was time for lunch. Benjamin was the perfect bad boy, while Brandon was sweet-natured. At the same time, they could switch and interchange personality traits to the extent that the pair were unpredictable.<b> <br/>
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"Don't look at me all butt hurt. You still owe me a blow job."</b>Benjamin replied as he leaned against the doorjamb.<br/><br/>Brandon's mouth was full chewed up ham and cheese sandwich bulging in one cheek. His eyes shifted in his brother's direction and rolled skyward.<br/><br/><b>"You hit me with a basketball and that's your way of reminding me? Wow, what a Neanderthal."</b><br/><br/>But his anger didn't last very long when Benjamin snagged him around the waist with a muscled arm and flipped both of their bodies over the back of the sofa in a friendly tackle.<br/><br/>He pinioned Brandon under him, as Benjamin smiled and said, "<b>When you get pissed off you use big words, Bran. You made me a promise. After Dad leaves for the Paris trip we have the house to ourselves, and everything in it."</b><br/><br/><b>"Get off Benji. C'mon. I want to finish eating-"</b>Brandon started to protest, when the phone rang.<br/><br/>Since Benjamin was on top, he got to the ring before Brandon.<b>"Yeah, okay. I figured. Right Dad, have a safe flight. Call us when you get to Paris. No crazy parties, I promise. Love you, bye!"</b><br/><br/>Benjamin hung up the receiver and gazed over to where Brandon was finishing his sandwich. They spoke at the same time.<b> "Dad caught an earlier flight to Paris and he's leaving now. He won't be home tonight."</b><br/><br/><i>Brandon still owed Benjamin that blow job, and there was no way he was getting out of it.</i>