My Sister's Boyfriend

They say twins know what each other thnk and feel. When I found my true sexuality, I prayed that wasn't true.

I was just sixteen when I realized I was gay and became extremely active. I prayed my sister couldn't receive any thoughts from me, and it seemed that my prayers were answered.

We graduated high school and she and I double dated to the prom. I even had sex with my date to hide my sexual preference.

Then came college. She went to the large state college across the state while I went to the smaller college there at home.

I worked part time and shared an apartment with another guy. He was like me, gay but kept it hidden. John was very masculine and played soccer and dated. But we both brought home guys for sex in our separate bedrooms. And yes, we did have sex together frequently.

It was right before college graduation that my sister came home for a weekend and brought her new boyfriend.

Brad was twenty-two and had graduated the previous year, taking a nice job with a large accounting firm. They had met when he was a senior and she was a junior. We knew about him bur had never met him. Now that things seemed to be getting serious, she thought the family should meet him.

They arrived and she made the introductions to mom and dad.

Then turning to me she said, "Mark, I'd like you to meet Brad. Brad, this is my twin brother, Mark."

As we shook hands, my heart raced. Brad was just over six foot tall and extremely muscular. He had the face of a Greek statue, chiseled and sharp. His open collared shirt gave evidence of a medium hairy chest. I wanted to get him in my bed immediately and make passionate love to him, but I knew it would never happen.

Mom spoke up saying that Brad would have to share my room. I immediately agreed, hoping I might get to see him nude.

They were there for several days and Brad and i got to be great friends. He didn't seem to have a problem changing or getting nude in front of me. In fact, the first night he admitted that he slept nude and I told him I did also. We each had our own bed so I wasn't able to seep with him.

Then shortly after graduation, they came back for another visit. My sister confided that she thought he was about to ask her to marry him.

When they arrived, Brad immediately took his bags to my room. We picked up right where we had left off on their previous visit, getting to know each other.

He did asked my sister to marry him and a date nine months away was tentatively set. After that, the frequently came home for weekends so my sister could make plans.

It was on one of these weekends that things began to develop between Brad and I.

Brad and I had gone out for a few beers and Brad got totally plastered. I had to help him to the car and once in he passed out. As I drove home he snored loudly. I decided that he was so out of it that he'd never know if I made a pass at him.

Pulling into a deserted dark parking lot, I put the car in park, leaving the motor running. Very casually, I reached over and began unzipping his slacks. I knew he was commando so getting to his beautiful cock was easy. I eased it out and leaned over and gently sucked it into my mouth. it slowly began to stiffen and once hard it was a good eight inches in length and slightly larger than average.

I sucked him for several minutes until he seemed to stir. I quickly stopped and put his cock back in his pants and zipped them up.

We got home and I quietly helped him into the house and to my room. Once inside, I closed the door and undressed him and put him into his bed.

Once I had him covered, I undressed and got into my bed, sorry that I hadn't got him off.

I was just about to doze off when I heard him stir and suddenly he was slipping into my bed. I jumped, wondering what he was up to. He quickly lay next to me and whispered, "Mark, why don't you finish what you started in the car?"

He had given no indication in the car that he knew what was going on.

"What?" I asked.

"You know what I mean. I wasn't that drunk. That's the first time I've ever had that done and it felt awesome."

"Brad, you have to keep this just between us. None of the family knows anything."

"Our secret, buddy. Do it, please."

I eased the covers back and sucked his semi-hard cock into my mouth. As I did, he moaned softly, and his cock began to stiffen. I continued sucking and after a while I could tell he was getting close. Seconds later,his cock exploded, filling my mouth with his delicious thick huge load. Once I had collected every drop, I hungrily swallowed.

As I lay back down, he whispered, "Fuck that felt great. Damn if I don't think that was better than Mary's pussy."

"Brad, please keep this just between us."

"Don't worry, Mark. I'll never say a word."

He returned to his bed and was soon snoring. I jerked off in shear bliss.

The next morning, dad went to play golf with his buds, and mom and Mary went out to get some ideas on a wedding dress. Once it was just me and Brad lft at home, I wondered if he'd say anything. He did.

"How long you been gay?" he asked.

"Damn, you get right to the point, don't you?"

"Well, I figured it might be our only time to talk."

"I realized was gay at sixteen and became totally active,having sex with a few of my buds."

I continued my story and told him all.

Then, he made a statement that totally surprised me.

In my senior year of high school, my best friend came out to me and said he was gay. He came right out and asked if he could do me, but I told him no, but we'd stay friends. He never mentioned it again, but the more I was around him after that, the more I was curious about how it would feel to get sucked and wondered what he got out of it."

"Well, speaking for myself, I know the pleasure it gives and I enjoy giving pleasure. It's erotic to me to suck and get sucked. And to let you know, I enjoy fucking a guys ass and getting fucked."

"Damn, you take it up the ass?"

"Yes, I do."

He was silent a moment then said, "Mark, I'm totally sober now. Would you do me again?"

"If your sure you want me to, I will."

"I'm sure. I want to see if it's as good sober as it was when I was drunk."

He stood and dropped his pants and sat back onto the sofa. I got between his legs and gave him another mind blowing blow job.

"Fuck, I think it's better sober. Buddy, you can do that every time I visit if you want to."

"I'd like that," I said.

"Would you do me a favor?"

"If I can, sure."

"Jerk off and let me watch you climax. I just want to see what it's like to watch another guy jerk."

I did and he stared at my cock constantly.

The following week when they came in, Saturday afternoon he suggested we go out. We did and he drove to a local motel and got a room. Inside we both stripped and i again sucked him dry. Then to my surprise, he jerked me off.

This became a regular thing when they visited.

Then one weekend after entering the motel room, I started sucking him and after a moment he changed positions getting into a sixty-nine, saying he could jerk me while I sucked him.

Suddenly, I felt his mouth begin to swallow my cock. I was in heaven as he sucked my hard cock.

I got him off first and figured he'd stop sucking me, but instead he continued and soon brought me to a climax. I had warned him I was close but he kept going and took every drop then swallowed.

"What the fuck brought that about?"

"Curiosity. I've tasted my own cum and wondered if others tasted the same. And, I wanted to see what it was like to suck a cock."

"Well, what did you think?"

"Mark, I have to admit I enjoyed it. Somehow, it just felt natural and I think I'd like to do it again."

"Well, I'm game any time you want."

That night after everyone was asleep, Brad eased over to my bed and slipped in with me. I turned to him and decided to take things further by kissing him. He resisted a little at first but soon was deeply into it.

Whispering, he said, "I've never had a woman to kiss that passionately. I loved it."

We sipped into a sixty-nine and sucked each other slowly and lovingly, and afterward kissed again.

In the future weeks, Brad and I did more, much more. I had him fuck me at the motel and he anted to be fucked in return. within a couple of weeks Brad was doing it all: sucking, getting sucked, fucking and getting fucked, as well as kissing and rimming.

Things continued for a few more months, with Brad and I having sex as often as possible. Since I had graduated with a degree in accounting also, he started talking to me about joining the firm he worked for, saying that if i did, we could have sex more often.

Then three months before the wedding, he turned things upside down.

After having hot passionate sex in the mote room he held me close and said, "Mark, I don't love Mary and don' want to marry her. I love you."

"Holy shit, Brad, do you know what your saying?"

"Yes, I do. I want to tell her that I've fallen in love with someone else, another guy. Sex with you is so much better. There is no drama, and when we have sex I know you're satisfied. With her, I have no idea."

"Brad, I love you too, but even if you don't mention me to her, both she and my parents will figure it out because of all the time we spend together."

"I know, that's why I'm so torn as to what to do. I'd love to get it all out in the open and have you come to work with my firm and us live our lives together. I never dreamed I'd ever say I was in love with another man."

"Brad let me think about it,okay?"

"Sure."

I pondered his suggestion all week and my parents could tell something was bothering me and asked what it was. I just said work.

The next weekend, before the dress was bought or invitations printed, I told Brad I was ready to admit my love for him to all, regardless of the results.

Saturday night, we sat everyone down and Brad began the revelation.

"Mary, I have something to say that concerns everyone here. I'm calling the wedding off. I care deeply for you and your family but I've fallen in love with someone else. I never thought it would happen but it did."

"Someone else?" she asked."Who?"

Taking a deep breath and looking at me, he said, "Mark."

As he said it I stood and walked next to him.

"What? My own brother? You're both gay?"

"Yes, we are," I said.

Mom and Dad sat silent, more in shock.

"When and how did it happen?" she asked.

Keeping it simple he said, "I've been curious for a long time. One night when we went out I made advances on Mark, not knowing he was gay. I tried it and found that it was the real me. I'm so sorry."

Dad spoke up and asked how ling I'd been gay. I told him since I was sixteen. Mom quietly asked if i was sure that was the life I wanted and i said yes. that's when I found out that her younger brother was gay.

"I accepted him as he was and I can accept you for who you are. Just because you're gay doesn't change the son you are or my love for you."

"I'm going to try and go to work for the company Brad works for and we're going to move in together as life partners. He'll still be part of the family if you accept our decision."

My sister was still stunned but dad said, "If it's what you two really want and are happy, then you're both welcome here as a couple anytime."

Things went smoother than I had ever dreamed it would. Mom and Dad stood and came to us and hugged us both.

Marry finally stood and came over and facing Brad said, "I appreciate your honesty before things went any further. I still care for you."

"And I care for you," he replied.

She kissed both of us on the cheek giving us her best wishes. Then looking at me she said, "Mark, you're getting one hell of a guy. Treat him right or you'll answer to me."

"Thanks, Sis, and I will. I hope we can still go out together sometimes."

"Sure," she said.

Well, it's been three years and Mary met and married another great guy. Brad and I couldn't be happier and spend all holidays with mom and dad and Mary and her family. We are all very close and would do anything for each other.