Brothers & Brothers

Brothers

Sylvester opened the throttle with a sharp twist of his wrist. His street bike shot forward at high speed. The arms around his waist tensed up, and he felt how Vince pressed up tightly against his back. Terrence would be far behind, on his moped. He would wait for him later.

They had only just met, in a grocery store of all places. Sylvester was supposed to cook that day, so he went to the supermarket for tomatoes and lettuce. He didn’t buy anything. Instead, he had met the brothers Terrence and Vince.

Terrence was twenty-five, and handsome in an unapproachable way with his dark, short hair, his smooth skin, and hard, blue eyes looking down on you along a straight nose. Compared to him, his two year younger brother Vince looked like a sloppy puppy; his clothes didn’t quite fit, his light brown hair was untidy, he had missed a spot with shaving that morning, and he had big, innocent, sparkling hazel colored eyes. Sylvester instantly took a shine to him, and had started a conversation about the weather. It was nice weather for a ride on his motorbike…

Vince happened to love motorcycles. The faster the better. Terrence had covered his face with a hand, groaning in an exaggerated way, already knowing how it would end.

The moped was much slower than the street bike. Terrence had fallen behind within seconds. Vince screamed with joy, grasping Sylvester’s leather jacket, enjoying every second of the terrifying ride up the hill.

On top of the hill, Sylvester stopped, and turned around. “Nice?” he asked, grinning and pulling off his helmet. He shook his dark curls out of his face.

Vince stared at him with the biggest eyes, nodding fervently. “I almost came in my panties!” he exclaimed breathlessly. He also pulled off the helmet.

Sylvester laughed at the idea of Vince wearing panties. “That exciting? Mm… Perhaps we should ride a little longer. I would love to make you creaming up your panties, baby.”

“If I do, will you pull them off later?” Vince asked, eyes still gleaming.

“Would you like me to?” Sylvester asked, leaning closer. Vince was cute. He liked cute guys.

“You can rip them off,” Vince said. He leaned in, and their lips almost met. “With your teeth, even,” he whispered. “And then you can fuck me senseless.”

“Oh, baby,” Sylvester groaned pleased. “I would gladly undress you, right here and now.”

“Take me home, then.”

Not as innocent as he appeared, Sylvester thought with a grin. Great; he loved a good, long fuck with a cute and willing kid like Vince. “Kiss me,” he commanded, and the boy instantly wrapped his arms around his neck. He tasted sweet like candy, this young man. Sylvester would be more than happy to take him home and have some fun with him. As he invaded the hot and willing mouth, he heard the moped climbing up the hill with difficulty. He only broke the kiss when the vehicle stopped, and Terrence cleared his throat.

“Excuse me,” Terrence said slightly annoyed. “I blew up my engine.”

Sylvester drew back, but kept his arms around Vince as he looked at the reddened face of the older brother. “Oh dear,” he said, completely unimpressed. “Maybe I should ask Jonnie to bring the van, then.”

“Whatever,” Terrence shrugged. He threw a cool, disapproving glance at his brother, and turned away.

“Who is Jonnie?” Vince asked sweetly, but with a sharp edge to his tone.

Sylvester pecked a kiss on the suddenly unwilling lips. “Someone I live with,” he answered vaguely. “Let me phone him.” He pulled away from the arms, and searched for his phone. Of course he noticed Vince’s reaction. It pleased him. The boy really wanted to be with him that day. That was nice to know. “Jonnie! Hey, I’m up the hill near town. I have a broken moped here. Can you pick it up, you think?”

At the other end of the connection, someone muttered something. The others couldn’t quite hear what he was saying, but it sounded slightly bored, as if this Jonnie had requests like that more often.

“Okay, see you in ten minutes, then.” Sylvester disconnected. “I live nearby,” he said. “What do you say, hot shot? Jonnie will take your brother to a place of choice, and we’ll take the long road to my place at incredible speed. You can cream your panties and I will fuck you until you pass out.”

As Terrence groaned, Vince’s eyes lit up again. “Sounds wonderful,” he said, slightly panting. “Ten minutes, you say? Too long. I’m bursting. I want to come.”

“Mm… You are a hot horny puppy, aren’t you… We could spend those ten minutes wisely, if you want…” When Sylvester offered his lips, Vince happily attacked them. They ignored Terrence completely for the time being, endlessly kissing and fondling each other. Sylvester was getting hot, and he didn’t try to hide it. Vince was almost literally bursting under his groping hands. Even when the van stopped, they didn’t stop sucking each other’s tongue.

“I didn’t know you were a doctor,” a deep voice smirked. “Do you think his tonsils are alright?”

With a pleased moan, Sylvester pulled his tongue out of Vince’s throat, and he looked up to the blonde. “Jonnie! Thank you for coming. This is Vince, that’s Terrence. This is Jon,” he completed the introductions. “Can you take his moped?”

“Yes, I will take it. What are you going to do? Will you go home?”

“Hell yeah,” Sylvester nodded. “With this cutie. Gonna fuck his brains out, won’t I…” He put his helmet back on, and Vince hasted to follow his example. “See you ‘round, Jonnie. Don’t wait up.”

Vince’s happy scream faded off as the bike raced downhill. Jon waited, and turned to Terrence. “Hi,” he said. “My name is Jon. Where can I take you?”

“I blew up my moped because I wanted to keep up with that fool,” Terrence muttered. “He could’ve hurt my little brother! Where is he taking him now?” He took a few steps, but the bike was long gone. “Who are you two, anyway?” he snapped, turning to Jon.

“Jon and Sylvester,” the man smiled. “I understand, Terrence; you’re worried about your little brother. Sly is taking him home with him. Would you like to come with me? I live with him, you know.”

“You live with him, yet he’s taking someone else to bed,” Terrence snorted in disbelief. “So far for monogamy. I don’t know a thing about you two, but since my little brother is now taken home with a stranger, I’d be very glad to come with you. He could be kidnapped for all I care!”

Meanwhile, Jon had put the broken moped in the van, and had tied it up. He closed the door. “Hop in, then. We’ll see if your brother is alright. I promise,” he said as he opened the passenger door, “that I won’t kidnap you.”

Terrence buckled up, and crossed his arms. “That friend of yours met us in the supermarket, did you know that? He sees Vince, steps up to him, and he says it’s nice weather for a ride. Next thing I know, he takes him outside and on the back of his bike, and I’m trying to keep up. I blow up my poor little engine, and find them licking each other’s vocal cords...” Out of breath, he took a deep gulp of air.

Jon took advantage of the pause. “Your brother will be fine,” he said friendly. “Sly simply likes guys like him, and I believe Vince wasn’t exactly objecting.”

“Of course he wasn’t objecting.” Terrence looked outside, and saw they were already driving into a parking lot of a luxurious building. “He’s young and has a healthy appetite. He would never object if a man like Sylvester offers sex. Aren’t you jealous?”

Busy with parking, Jon didn’t look at him. “Why would I be jealous?”

“Well, duh! Because they’re at your home now, in bed, fucking like animals?” Terrence stepped out, and looked around. He saw the motorbike near the wall, carefully locked up. It amazed him Sylvester had taken the time to secure his possession.

“Again, why would I be jealous? Sly can fuck whoever he wants... He always plays safe, if that’s what you mean. Like I said, he likes young guys. Vince is just his type.” Jon beckoned his guest, and entered the building. “We live in the penthouse,” he said as he walked to the elevator. “Look! I love this... We have to use the key to get to our floor!”

Terrence saw it, and blinked. Jon and Sylvester lived in a penthouse with a private lift? Rich and eccentric, perhaps?

As soon as they stepped out of the lift and in the main hall, Terrence heard the first cries. It was obvious that his little brother was having fun with this idiotic promiscuous stranger. Grumbling, Terrence followed Jon into the lounge. There, he stood nailed to the ground. Slowly, he looked around. “This place...” he said, turning on his heels, “is enormous.”

“It is, yes,” Jon said with a proud grin. “Do you like it?”

“Heh,” Terrence smirked. “Who wouldn’t? Yes,” he nodded as Jon offered him wine. “Please. I could do with a drink.”

“Take a seat, Terry. Do you mind if I call you Terry?”

“Everybody else does,” Terrence shrugged as he sat on the huge, off-white leather corner sofa. He looked around again. The floor was made of rough, old wood, but the furniture was modern and stylish. The rugs were made of brown pieces of leather. The walls, most of them with high windows, were made of brick. They looked old, but were obviously brand new. He could see the grand open kitchen with breakfast bar. It was breathtaking, and this was only the lounge.
“Right... So you two are rich,” he concluded. From the hall, he could still hear happy cries and deep grunts.

“Rich?” Jon joined him on the sofa, and laughed. He pulled his bare feet under his butt and leaned in a gallant pose. “No, not really. Just a bit above average. We can only live here because we both pay for it.”

“You’re a couple. You should both pay for it.” Terrence startled up as the other man choked in a sip of wine. “What! What did I say?”

Jon coughed and wiped his lips. “Now your question makes sense,” he said hoarsely. “About me being jealous. Terry, honey...” He cleared his throat and found his normal voice again. “Sly isn’t my lover. He’s my brother. My twin, even.”

“What?” Terrence quickly put his glass away. “Hang on a second! You’re twins?” He stared at the blonde, and his friendly gray eyes. Jon was slender, tall, clean shaven and elegant, while Sylvester looked like a rugged bear who wouldn’t be able to find his own ass with a map. “Yeah, I can see the resemblance.”

Jon laughed again; a pleasant sound. Just as he wanted to answer, it was quiet in the bedroom, and he looked up.

Terrence looked up as well. “That’s Vince, coming,” he explained. “He’s always quiet when he climaxes. It’s to savor every second, he says.”

“Ah. I was worried for a moment. But anyway...” He looked up once more, this time because there was a loud cry. “And that’s Sly,” he said. “As I wanted to say; Sly was born one day after me. We may not even have the same parents. Nobody knows, as our mother had eggs implanted and they were fertilized in the hospital. We believe our dad unintentionally donated his own sperm not much later. Mum was sterile, dad had slow seed, but apparently one sperm cell had stamina... Nine months later, I was born, and one day after me, there was Sylvester.”

The bedroom door opened, and the dark man stepped into the hall. He was naked. Terrence’s jaw dropped at the sight of the hairy body. The man grinned pleasantly surprised as he saw them, winked, and walked to the kitchen. “Your little brother is quite something, Ter,” he said as he opened the fridge. “He had three of those quiet moments already, and I believe there’s still some life in that sweet little puppy of his.”

“Three?” Jon asked, turning to his brother. “You were hungry, weren’t you!”

Sylvester took two large bottles of water, and closed the fridge with a bump of his fleshy hip. “He creamed his panties on the way home,” he said pleased. He licked his lips. “The way he rode up against my back... Mm... Delicious. He actually wears ladies pants, Jonnie; it’s so cute! They’re pink with hearts on it. And a large wet stain now. Then he came on the lips and finally on the hips, so now we’ll have some water and think about what else we will do. Oh, sorry about dinner...”

“We’ll get Chinese,” Jon waved with a hand. “Get back in there. Next time, pull on your shorts, alright?”

“Have fun you two.” Sylvester winked, and vanished in the bedroom.

Terrence made sure they were alone again, before he took his glass. “I can’t believe you’re brothers.”

“I have proof, if you want it...”

“Yeah. You know what? Prove it to me. Prove me you two are no sick, perverted rich homos who can’t please each other anymore. Go on, prove it!”

Jon looked long and hard. “Wow,” he then said. “Such anger. What happened to you, Terry? Got dumped by the high school jock? Man... Let me show you something.” Shaking his head, he stood up and walked to one of the large cabinets. He returned with an old photo album, and sat next to Terrence. “Here. Our birth certificates and baby photos. Believe me; our parents knew someone would doubt us, sooner or later.”

Terrence opened the album. The first two pages were indeed the certificates and birth cards. He read them slowly. They were both thirty-four, and indeed born one day after the other. They had the same parents.
Next there were photos; first only a blond baby, and then together with one with a lot of dark hair. He looked at the cards sent by family, and was convinced.

“And if you still doubt me, here are our driver’s licenses.” Jon gave him the cards. “Alright?”

“Yes.” Terrence gave the cards and the album back. “I believe you. I’m sorry I was so rude.”

“Apologies accepted. Oh, there goes another one...” In the bedroom, Vince cried out Sylvester’s name, with obvious delight, followed by the plea to fuck him forever. “Sly will get in trouble, one day,” he said with a shake of his head.

“Why? He will be out of rubbers?”

Laughing, Jon refilled the glasses. “I bet he would use a sandwich bag. No, I mean he will walk into a cute guy who wants more than a few great orgasms. One day, he will meet someone who wants more.”

“More, as in...?”

“As in another date, a movie, dinner with candle light, kisses on the sofa, cuddles... You know?”

“Yeah.” Terrence sipped the wine. “I know. Personally, I like to start that way.”

“You do, hm?” Jon pulled his legs up again, and observed him for a moment. “Got something to do, tonight?”

“Take my brother home, somehow, I guess... But otherwise? No. Why?”

“Your brother will fall asleep between my brother’s hairy arms within an hour, and stay for the night. So you’re free tonight. What would you like to do? Shall we order Chinese, and have a nice date together?”

“Us?” Terrence blinked. “You and me, a date, as in... As in...”

“You don’t like surprises, do you?” Jon smiled, and crept a bit closer. “A date, Terry. As in being together, drink, and relax. You’re no virgin, I hope? You have dated before?”

“Yes. No, I’m no virgin.” Terrence actually blushed. “But I’m nothing like Vince. I don’t just go out with anyone who I li-- I mean...”

“You like me,” Jon said with a smile. “That’s a good start. Hey... Drink your wine, silly boy. And I don’t mind if you get a little drunk. I don’t even mind if you show some kind of affection. I will not take advantage of you, and you will go home safely, or sleep with your shorts on in my bed. Alright?”

“I’m--”

“Drink,” Jon repeated. “Or I will kiss you.”

Terrence lowered his glass, looking into the gray eyes, and swallowed. “Kiss me? As in-- Mmph!”

Jon kissed him, briefly but passionately. He pushed him away again. “That’s what happens when you keep asking stupid, insecure questions, Terry. No more ‘as in’ or silliness like that. Do we have a deal?”

Terrence nodded, his eyes wide. He licked his lips, and blushed deeply. In the hall, Vince was quiet again. For the first time ever, he was actually interested in what his brother was doing with a man. He was curious. “I could misuse that a little,” he murmured in his glass.

Jon laughed. “Please do,” he replied. “Maybe I can make you a little naughty, hm?”

“Maybe...” He was getting drunk. He would lose control. He just knew it. “How many bottles do you have?”

“Enough to loosen you up, sweetheart,” Jon promised with a warm smile. “Just don’t do anything you will regret in the morning.”