Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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After graduating high school, twins Mark and Clark Dixon took different career paths. Mark joined the Army, feeling the need to give service to his country, while Clark attended college. Although they rarely saw each other, never home at the same time, they did maintain contact through skype at least once a week. The years went by quickly, though, and after Mark finished his four years and Clark had attained his bachelor's degree in American Literature, the two were finally able to meet face-to-face at home during Christmas; they both had moved back in with their parents and took up residence in their old room.
Prior to returning home, Mark placed an ad on a dating site. He maintained that he was local and looking for no strings attached fun. He was surprised when he received a reply mere moments afterwards from someone who was looking for the same. They messaged each other quite a bit through the site's PM, then set a day and time to meet, which was Tuesday at nine p.m. at O'Malley's Pub. "I'll wear a rose in the label of my sportscoat," Mark stated. "That way you will know who I am."
Tuesday at seven, Mark got his shower. As he dressed, Clark did the same. Upon Clark entering the room, "Going out tonight?"
"Huh?" Mark asked. "Oh, yeah. Just going to see a few of the guys we used to hang with. You?"
"Hot date," Clark said with a big smile.
"Good luck," Mark said. He reached into a drawer and produced a condom, which he tossed to his brother. "You know, just in case."
"Thanks," Clark said as he shoved it into his pants pocket. Mark finished dressing first, then had Alexa play some easy listening music. Clark finished, looked at his watch, then said, "I guess I have a little time to kill. Drinking tonight?"
"One beer, maybe."
"If it's any more than that, call me," Clark said. "The last thing I want is for you to get a DUI or endanger someone."
"Okay, Mom," Mark said with a laugh. Then, "The same applies to you, though."
Clark laughed. "I can see it now, we both drunk as hell and driving to pick up the other."
"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," Mark said. "What time is your date, anyway?"
Clark looked at his watch. "Guess I should go ahead and head out. See you tomorrow." He patted his pocket, the one that contained the condom. "Well, hopefully late tomorrow."
Mark stood and walked to the window. He watched his brother pull out of the driveway, then he grabbed his sportscoat and put it on before leaving also. He stopped in front of the house to pull a single rose from his mother's rose bush and inserted it into his lapel, then he got in his car and made his way to O'Malley's. He didn't readily recognize anyone upon entering, which he thought was a good thing. There were some patrons sitting on stools at the bar, some were playing darts or pool, and a few were in darkened corners with their heads bowed drowning their sorrows. Mark took a booth, sitting with his left side facing the door, which would allow for the rose to be prominently displayed. He was about fifteen minutes early, so he ordered a beer and just sat and waited.
Nine-fifteen came and went, as did nine-thirty. Mark began to relegate himself to the fact that he had been stood up when he noticed someone approaching him. As the figure drew closer and recognition kicked in, he said, "Clark? What are you doing here?"
"The same as you, waiting on my date," Clark answered, "only I saw you when you came in."
"What are you talking about?" Mark asked, feigning ignorance.
Clark pulled his phone from his jacket and pulled up the page to the dating site, went to the correspondence he had shared with cockgobbler2019, and showed it to his brother. "I had no idea it was you," he said. "As far as that goes, I had no idea you were gay."
Mark sat there in silence for all of two minutes, then he looked his brother in the eyes and asked, "So, you're gay, also?"
Clark laughed. "I wasn't. That is, not before college. My roommate and I were playing poker. I was tapped out, but I was holding onto a full house, aces and eights."
"The dead man's hand," Mark interjected.
"I should have heeded that warning. Anyway, I bet a blowjob against the two hundred in the pot, knowing I had this hand won." Clark sighed. "Wouldn't you know it? Fucker had a God-damned Royal Flush, so I sucked his dick."
"How weird was that?" Mark asked.
"I found that I liked it," Clark responded. "I loved the feel of a hard cock in my mouth, and I loved the feel of hot semen as it went down my throat, not to mention that my roomy gave me back the hundred I had initially lost, simply because that was his first BJ and it meant something special to him."
"So, what? You and your roommate for the last four years?" Mark asked.
"Yes, and no," Clark began as an answer. "You see, Phil and I would play other games, be it Monopoly or Sorry or even Modern Warfare, all with the bet that if I lost, I'd suck him off again. Needless to say, I would lose on purpose. One night, Phil let it slip that I had blown him several times because I kept losing bets to him. The other guys wanted in on this action, and pretty soon I was purposely losing bets to anyone who'd set a wager." Clark laughed. "I must have given over three thousand blowjobs in the four years I was at school."
"Well, my story's a bit different than yours," Mark explained. "I had been in Basic for about four weeks when one night I was just so amazingly horny that I decided to take care of myself. I went to the head and began jerking off—in all honesty, I thought I'd have come rather quickly as pent up as I was, but it took a while—and so into it was I that I didn't hear the footsteps. My drill instructor rounded my stall and looked at me, then he knelt and blew me. Bam! Instant orgasm. Without a word, he stood and shoved his massive cock in my face, and I sucked him as best I could. This was more out of fear than anything else, though. He came in my mouth and commanded me to swallow it, so I did. He told me to meet him there the next night, so I did, and the same thing occurred: He blew me, then I blew him.
