Brother, Oh Brother

100% fiction!

*** Mistaken Identity.

It was quite late that Thursday night when I rang the bell. The door flew open and the good looking guy who answered it, took one look at me and grinned.
“Good!” He said. “You’re home. Lost your key again?”

Then to my utter surprise and before I could answer, he grabbed hold of me and kissed me hard on the lips. His arms wrapped themselves around my body tightly and his tongue wormed its way into my mouth and explored it wetly. Despite my surprise, I thrilled at his kiss; it was electrifying. Shock waves of excitement buzzed through my body and my junk twitched madly in my undershorts and my dick stiffened instantly. My legs started to tremble and my arms went limp and my bag slipped from my grasp and dropped to the floor with a dull thud. Then his eyes suddenly flew opened and he released me quickly and stepped back, a look of utter confusion on his face.

“You’re not Jasper?” He said surprised.
I reached out and steadied myself with a hand on the door frame, my breathing a little fast and ragged.
“No.” I croaked, still gathering my wits after being manhandled. “I’m . . um . . Preston.”

In my excitement, I could barely remember where I was, let alone who I was.
“His brother? His twin?” He asked, his eyes wide.

I took a deep breath, pushed myself upright and nodded.
“Yeah!” I replied and bent and retrieved my bag. “And I must say that that was one hell of a greeting!”

He turned and walked into the room. I stepped inside and closed the door.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry.” He said. “But I thought you were Jasper.”
“Jasper’s a lucky guy.” I remarked.

He turned and faced me, a sheepish grin on his handsome face.
“I’m really sorry.” He said again, his arms spread beseechingly.
“It’s okay.” I replied. “I take it Jasper’s away at the moment.”

He put his hand to his forehead and rubbed it absently.
“Yeah.” He said. “Travel expo. I’m expecting him home any time now.”
“I see.” I said. “And you are . . ?” I left it hanging.

He jumped as if he’d been kicked and then stepped towards me, his hand out.
“Sorry.” He said. “I’m Richard . . Richard Carter.”

“Well, nice to meet you Richard Carter.” I said and took his hand and shook it solemnly. His palm was warm and his grip was strong and firm and it sent a shiver down my spine. He released my hand and stepped back.
“Um . . have a seat . . make yourself comfortable. Would you like some coffee or something?” He asked, assuming the role of host. “Maybe something to eat?”

“Thanks, but I ate earlier.” I said. “Just some coffee would be great.”

I moved into the living room and dropped into the couch, my bag at my feet. He went through to the kitchen and I heard him clattering about. My eyes roamed around the room, taking in the elegant but subtle décor. Jasper had done pretty well for himself I thought. Nice apartment and a live-in boyfriend – a hunky live-in boyfriend.

Richard came out a few minutes later and handed me a mug of hot coffee.
“Thanks.” I said and sipped at it slowly.

He sat in an armchair facing me and took a mouthful from his coffee mug, his eyes on me. We studied one another carefully. I was entranced by his good looks. He was about thirty with dark brown, longish hair cut in a shaggy, casual style. His forehead was high and his brows were arched and cleanly drawn. His eyes were a clear crystal blue and his nose was straight and narrow. His mouth was expressive and was the sort of mouth that smiled easily.

His face was underlined by a strong jaw and his chin sported a deep dimple dead centre. His body was well toned and lithe, tall and muscular without being too bulky. His legs were long and strong, the fabric of his jeans stretched over his well muscled thighs. On the whole, he was a very striking man.
“I must say you and Jasper are truly alike.” He observed.

“Identical.” I said. “Even our characters are very similar, although he’s a little more raucous than I am. When we were kids, my mother had problems telling us apart so she made us wear name tags for a while. Of course we would swap them occasionally just to mess her around.”

He smiled as his eyes studied my face carefully.
“Your . . hair is styled differently.” He said. “I can see that now. I didn’t earlier when I . . !”

He stopped and flushed. I grinned at his discomfort.
“I have to say that that was the best ‘how do you do’ I’ve ever had!” I quipped.

He flushed again and grinned sheepishly.
“As I said, I’m really sorry about that.” He apologized.
“It’s okay.” I said. “I don’t mind. In fact, I found it quite enjoyable. I nearly . . !”

He was rescued by the sudden strident ringing of the telephone. Just as well, I suppose. It wouldn’t have been very polite to tell the man that you’ve just met that he nearly made you drop a load in your pants!
“That’ll probably be Jasper now.” He said under his breath and jumped up. “Excuse me.”

He lifted the receiver and turned his back to me.
“Hello.” He said into the receiver. “Hi Jaz, I thought it might be you.”

He paused as he listened carefully.
“Okay.” He said. “It’s a pity though ‘cause your brother’s just arrived.”

Again he listened and then he turned and faced me.
“Yeah, he looks fine.” He said with a small smile at me. “You guys are so alike, I actually mistook him for you for a moment . . !” He paused. “I’m sorry but I sort of . . kissed him. Just a quick peck on the lips. I’m sorry but as I said, you guys are so alike and I thought he was you.”

He listened again and then he held the receiver out to me.
“He wants to have a word with you.” He said.

I got up and took the receiver from him and put it to my ear.
“Hi Jasper.” I said. “How’re you doing?”
“Hey Preston, I’m great.” He said. “Busy as hell. How are you?”
“I’m good.” I replied. “Taking a break. When will I see you?”

“Tomorrow.” He said. “We’ve been delayed here so I’m only flying back tomorrow.” He paused. “What do you think of Richard?”

I glanced at Richard who was sitting in the couch sipping his coffee, trying to pretend that he wasn’t listening.
“Kind of cool!” I said, being as non-committal as I could. “He’s made me very welcome.”

Richard flushed slightly at this.
“Yeah, right.” Jasper said. “I believe he kissed you.”
“Yeah.” I said. “It was . . interesting.”

He laughed.
“I bet!” He said. “Put him back on. I’ll see you tomorrow and then we can catch up.”
I called Richard to the telephone. He jumped up and took the receiver from me. I quickly asked where the bathroom was and he indicated a door with a nod of his head.
“Hi Jaz.” He said into the receiver. “So what time are you flying . . !”

I didn’t hear the rest because I quickly went into the bathroom and shut the door. I took my time so that they could have a bit of privacy.
When I had finished, I went out to the living room. Richard was waiting for me, my bag in his hand.
“Come.” He said. “I’ll show you to your room.”

He led me upstairs to the spare room and made sure that I was comfortable and then he said goodnight and disappeared into the next door room.
I got ready for bed even though it was still a little early for me. Later, I lay in the comfortable bed, trying to read a book that I was half way through but I couldn’t concentrate.

One thing keep running through my mind, which made it impossible for me to read. I touched my mouth with my fingertips, the memory of Richard’s kiss still very fresh on my lips. It had been thrilling; far more than it should have been. And why had my response to it been so incredibly sexual? Another thing, why had he lied to Jasper about the intensity of the kiss. That had been no ‘quick peck on the lips’!

I had never had such a highly sexual reaction to any kiss from any other man before. I lay there, my mind a confusion of overlapping thoughts and for the first time in many years, I desperately wanted to trade places with my brother.

*** The Live-in Boyfriend.

Jasper arrived a little before lunch time. I’d spent the morning running errands and then I met up with Richard and I helped him shop for supplies. I enjoyed Richard’s company enormously, finding him very pleasant and utterly charming. He was attractive, funny and completely selfless. The more time I spent with him, the more I liked him.

Jasper breezed in, bringing noise and chaos with him. Richard greeted him, but not as enthusiastically as he had greeted me the night before. I think that he may have felt a little restrained by my presence. Then Jasper threw himself at me and lifted me in a tight bear hug. We hadn’t seen one another for several months and we truly missed each-other. He was my closest friend, ally and confidant as I was to him.

We were identical twins after all and for our entire lives, we had hardly ever been separated. It was only in recent years that we saw each-other intermittently. Our careers had taken off in different directions, in different cities; he into tourism and I had gone into architecture.

After a noisy lunch, Jasper excused us to Richard and dragged me up to my room so that we could catch up on each-other’s lives. Richard announced that he had a few things he needed to do anyway and left the apartment.
Jasper threw himself across the bed and dragged me down beside him.

“So little brother, what’s new?” He said with a wide grin. He had been born about three minutes before me and he never let me forget it.
“Nothing really.” I said. “I’m taking a long break. My first in about eighteen months.”
“Really?” He said, his eyebrows raised. He could read me like a book.

“Okay.” I said. “I quit so I’m looking for another job. Hopefully one in this town so I can be near you.”
“Why’d you quit?” He asked.
“Let’s just say that there were a couple of emotional entanglements.” I said. “Concerning my immediate boss and a certain very young trainee.”

“Aha!” He said. “The boss traded you in for a newer model, right?”
“Yeah, right.” I nodded. “For God’s sake, the kid can’t be more than twelve!”
“They are never older than that!” He quipped.

“So here I am.” I said. “Twenty-eight, unemployed and homeless.”
“Of course you have to stay here with me.” He said.
“Really, Jaz, I don’t want to intrude on you and Richard.” I said. “I can go to a hotel until I find an apartment. I do have some savings I can dip into until I get another job.”

“Trek donra con vas sen nevet!” He said. Roughly translated: “You have do like I tell!”
When we were very young, we developed our own secret language. We were able to converse with each-other in the presence of other people, particularly adults, quite fluently. He was reverting to this now, as he always did when he wanted me to take him seriously.
“Farna, de trek rinva!” I answered with a smile. [“Yes, as you want!”]

“Sen rinva!” He said. [“I want!”]
“So, Pres, tell me what you really think of Richard.” He said, his face solemn. “And don’t lie; you don’t do it very well.”
“Okay.” I said and paused in thought for a moment. “He’s good looking . . !”

“Check!” He said.
“And very friendly . . !”
He nodded.
“And charming . . !”
Another nod.

“And I think he really likes you a lot.” I finished.
Jasper was silent for a moment. His green eyes darkened slightly and I knew that there was something bothering him. He twisted his fingers into the fringe of his blond hair and pulled at it; a nervous habit he had. He looked around the room slowly and then his eyes settled on me.
“You know, this is a really nice room.” He remarked. I looked around and nodded. I waited patiently. He would get to what was worrying him soon enough.

“Cozy! I like the wallpaper.” He said. Again I nodded and waited.
“Pres, that’s just the problem.” He said after a moment’s pause.
“What?” I asked carefully. “The wallpaper?”
“No, you dolt!” He grinned. “Richard!
“Well, what about him?”

“He likes me, period.” He replied. “And I like him, but that’s where it ends. There’s no . . passion, no . . chemistry . . and definitely no love.”
I kept silent and waited for him to continue.
“Do you know what I mean, Pres?” He asked.
“No Jaz.” I said obtusely. “Explain.”

“Well.” He sighed. “When we first met . . what . . six months ago . . it was . . magical. He was romantic, attentive and dare I say it, loving and I thought I was in love with him.”
“Right, go on.” I said.

“We couldn’t wait to move in together. Then things started to cool off.” He continued. “He became . . distant. To be perfectly frank, I don’t think I was ever in love with him, if you know what I mean.” He paused. “Anyway, now we just seem to be stuck in the same old dull routine.”
“So why don’t you do something about it.” I said. “You know, talk to him; tell him how you feel.”

“I’ve tried to but he just shrugs and says that we’ll talk about it some other time.” He said. “I think he’s putting it off because he doesn’t want to face the truth.”
He fell silent. I thought about the situation and how Jasper could possibly resolve it. Maybe if he had all the information, he could make a better choice.
“Jaz.” I began. “There is something I should tell you.”
“What?” He asked.

“Well, when I arrived, Richard thought that I was you and he greeted me very enthusiastically . . with a kiss.”
“Yeah, he told me on the phone. A quick peck on the lips.”

“Actually, that’s not true.” I said. “He kissed me on the lips yes, but it was not a quick peck.” I said carefully. “It was . . shall we say . .very sensual . . with tongue, a lot of tongue.”
Jasper stared at me silently.

“Look, he thought I was you.” I said. “That’s my point: his greeting seemed to be very loving. The way you would greet someone you loved. Passionately!”
He opened his mouth to say something but was stopped by a soft knock on the door.

“Guys?” Richard called. “Can I come in?”
Jasper sat up and looked at me quickly and I nodded.
“Sure.” He called.

Richard opened the door and stepped into the room.
“Hi.” He said. He looked great in a loose, short sleeved white cotton shirt and a pair of butt hugging jeans. I sat up and studied him carefully. What was there not to like, I asked myself. Great face, great body and hairy to boot. His shirt was only half buttoned and in the open neck, I could see that his chest was covered with a wonderful dark spread of hair. And his arms sported a delicious coating of dark fur.

“Just got back and I wanted to tell Jasper that I’ve managed to get tickets for that new show that he wanted to see.” He smiled disarmingly. “I’m sorry, Preston, but I could only get two seats. It’s booked up.”
“Not a problem.” I said. “I’d rather relax here, thanks.”
“For when?” Jasper asked guardedly.

“Saturday night . . um . . that’s tomorrow night.” Richard answered with another broad grin.
Jasper looked at me and raised his eyebrows.
“Lovely.” He said. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Great.” Richard said and stood there awkwardly. “I’ll just . . go and order something for dinner tonight, how’s that?”
“Great!” Jasper said and smiled up at Richard.

Richard left and closed the door quietly behind him.

“Shazbot!” Jasper exclaimed succinctly. [In shitty place!]
“Shazbot?” I asked.
“Yeah, shazbot!” He said and sighed heavily.

*** A Dilemma.

“Jaz, what’s the problem?”
“Why’d it have to be tomorrow night?” He remarked. “I can’t go tomorrow night.”
“Why not?” I asked.

He looked at me and sighed again.
“Can you keep a secret?” He asked and then answered himself. “Of course you can. Look at who I’m asking?”
“What is it?”

“Okay.” He began. “While I was at the expo, I met this guy. A really nice guy and we sort of got together, if you know what I mean.”
“Jasper! What the hell are you playing at?” I asked, a little stunned. “What about Richard?”

“He doesn’t feature.” He said. “Anyway, his name’s Doug and I really, really like him. He’s smart, he’s funny and he likes me. A lot! I think I could fall for him in a big way.” He paused. “The thing is, we’ve arranged to meet tomorrow night and I really don’t want to call it off.”
“Well you’re going to have to.” I said. “Richard’s expecting you to go to the theatre with him.”
He was silent for a spell. I had a sudden thought.

“How would you have got away from Richard if you weren’t going to the theatre anyway?” I asked.
“Well I would have told him that I have a business meeting. You know, a meeting with prospective clients.” He said. “I’ve done it before.”
“Jasper!” I said. “You’ve done this before?”

“Oh yeah, little brother.” He said with a grin. “A lot!”
“I’m appalled!” I said. “My brother’s a slut!”
“Ha ha, very funny!” He exclaimed.

We sat in silence for a while, each of us trying to think of a solution to his problem. Jasper looked at me and then carefully reached out and pushed my hair out of place.
“You know, if you fixed your hair like mine, you wouldn’t be able to tell us apart.” He said slyly.

I knew immediately what he was up to. I jumped up off the bed and paced the room.
“Oh no!” I said adamantly. “I know what you’re thinking and I’m not biting.”
“Oh come on, Pres.” He said. “Just this once, please. I’ll owe you, big time.”
“No Jaz!” I said. “Look what happened the last time we did that. I was the one who landed shazbot!”

He jumped up and came to me.
“Please, Pres.” He said. “It’ll be so easy. You be me and go to the theatre with Richard and I can go and meet Doug.”
“Richard will know straight away.” I said. “He’ll guess that something’s up.”

“No he won’t.” he said. “I mean, he mistook you for me last night, didn’t he?”
“Yeah, until he kissed me.” I said. “What if he tries to kiss me again?”
“He won’t.” He said. “He hates public displays of affection so he won’t even hold your hand, trust me.”

I thought about it for a moment and then decided that I would do this for him. He was my twin after all, and I could not refuse him anything. He had helped me out in the past, several times and now it was my turn. I agreed to the ploy against my better judgment and Jasper threw his arms around me and hugged me close.

Later, after I’d had time to think the plan through, I realized that maybe I’d been a little hasty. Jasper and I had traded places several times in the past and we usually managed to pull it off. Except for the last time. I had been the one that had taken the brunt, while Jasper had got off scot-free. I had the scars to prove it.

*** A Night Out.

“Jaz, we need to go.” Richard called from the bottom of the stairs.
Jasper put the finishing touches to my hair and then stepped back.
“There!” He said. “Take a look.”