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Never Been Closer

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Synopsis

After a bad double date pushes bickering twin brothers to the breaking point, one of them seeks to repair their relationship.

* * *

Mark and Jake were excited. They were going on a double date with a couple of lovely ladies whom they had met while at the gym. Mark and Jake were identical twins, and good looking ones at that, so it wasn’t difficult for them to get an evening with the two women.

The twentysomethings shared an apartment, but didn’t enjoy sharing much else despite being twins.

“Hey that’s my shirt! Take it off!” Mark, who was technically the younger of the two by a few minutes, pointed at his brother.

“Whoa relax! I got them mixed up! Everything’s on the floor anyway; what’s the problem?” Jake shot back. The brothers weren’t the neatest people, but no messier than average for two guys in an apartment.

“It’s just weird. It’s mine alright?”

“Okay, okay, chill. We got a hot date tonight, alright?”

“Yeah I know. I’m ready!”

Their excitement was entirely gone by the evening, however. Not because the date went poorly, it went fine enough, but because of the usual issues the two twins experienced all the time.

As the brothers came home, Jake threw his hands up, “Dude I’ve had enough of this! They keep getting us mixed up!”

Mark sighed, “It’s because you and I look the SAME! Duh. We’ve always looked the same man! We even act the same! I don’t even know how they mixed us up so much—you were wasted the whole night! I had to drive us home, y’know!”

Jake shot a sideways glance at Mark, obviously still drunk, “Ehh, don’t be a baby, they didn’t care about my drinking. You’re just covering up the real reason. Why don’t you stop looking and acting like me huh? I know you want to take after your older brother but get your own style.”

Mark shot him a look right back. “It’s MY style; I like it. You change your style! And a couple of minutes doesn’t count, we’re the same age.”

The two looked at each other closely. It was like looking in a mirror. Both had medium-length shaggy, dark brown hair. They were of average build, but fit. They both liked to play football and so kept in shape accordingly. Their faces were equally smooth; neither could grow facial hair, and they had somewhat of a baby face, making them often mistaken for a couple of years younger than they were. They had the same taste in clothing, with the both of them wearing striped button down shirts and fitted black pants. They even both majored in philosophy in college.

Now disgusted with how similar they are, they turned away from each other.

“I’m going to shower! I’m tired of looking at a copy of me!” Mark exclaimed.

Jake yelled after him, “I’m tired of looking at you too! You copycat!”

* * *

Later that night, Jake was on the computer. Mark often went to bed first, as Jake enjoyed browsing the internet before bed. They shared a room, with a bed for the each of them, and the computer was kept out in the living room so one brother could sleep while the other browsed around online.

Jake was still drunk. He did in fact have too much, and he knew he did, but he would never admit something like that to his brother. Mumbling about their similarities still, he began to look around the internet somewhat haphazardly searching for something to help with his problem.

“Dr. Chantry’s self-help site...what’s this? Download audio tracks to help with all sorts of issues. Hm...”

Jake had stumbled upon a site claiming to offer self-hypnosis audio tapes, and he was curious. He had no idea if they would work, or if it was something stupid, but he was still too drunk to think it over much.

“Twosome Standout Hypnosis audio? Whoa, they really do have everything...Let’s see...’bored of how similar the two of you are?’...’strengthen traits to stand out’...blah blah blah ‘dominant’...’nothing alike’...perfect!”

Neither brother had a very good eye for detail, and so he ignored the warnings that popped up when he tried downloading the file. He was a little curious, though, and tried to listen to the file to see what something like this would sound like.

He remarked disappointedly, “Aw, nothing but static. Lame.”

Jake was pretty sure he was being stupid for doing this, but he figured if it didn’t work, there’d be no loss, and if it did, well, great. He glanced at the two separate file names, ‘primary’ and ‘secondary’, and decided he’d get primary. After all he was the older twin, he smiled to himself. Loading it onto both of their music players and setting it up on loop, he shut the computer down and got ready for bed. He crept into the room and gently placed the headphones over his brother Mark’s ears. He resolved to tell his brother in the morning that it was audio to help them sleep better. Lying down himself, carefully as he felt lightheaded from the alcohol, he placed the headphones over his own ears, and fell asleep.

* * *

The next morning things went smoothly. Mark didn’t even raise an eyebrow when Jake explained the headphones were a sleep aid, and chalked it up to his brother trying to make up for last night. Besides, he slept well enough; it wasn’t like he could complain that it didn’t help. Jake himself woke up with a hangover, but nothing a little eggs and bacon won’t help.

“Dude, you want any?” Jake offered to Mark.

“Nah, not really hungry bro.” Mark sat on the couch and turned on the tv.

Jake took a bite of some bacon, “Alright. I’m gonna go work out after this; you got your stuff ready?”

Mark thought for a moment, and looked back at Jake from the couch, “Hm, I don’t think I want to go today. I’m not really feelin’ up to it, y’know?”

Jake was surprised, and teased his twin about it, “I’ll end up getting bigger than you!”

“I’ll make up for it later.” Mark waved off his brother.

Jake remembered that he played the audio that past night, and thought it was probably working somehow. Smiling, he finished off his eggs and took off to work out.

* * *

It had been two weeks, and the two of them were listening to the audio nightly. Since that first night, Mark hasn’t worked out once, and combined with his lessened appetite his build was starting to look noticeably different than Jake. Jake had taken it one step further and even cut his hair. Unlike their previous shaggy hair, he now had a buzz cut. They were on their third double date with the two ladies, and it couldn’t have gone better. Both of them were no longer mistaken for one another, and they had seemed to get along well, but afterwards, the brothers came home extremely dissatisfied.

“I dunno, bro. Those girls weren’t really doing much for me.” Mark said, looking up at the ceiling.

Sitting on the couch next to Mark, Jake sighed, “Yeah man, I know. It seemed like they’d be the ones for us, but now I feel like it’s just wrong. At least they didn’t mix us up, yeah?”

The brothers laughed, getting along much better than the previous weeks. That night Jake put on his headphones, happy the audio was doing exactly what he hoped.

“Good night, bro.”

“Night, Jake.”

Jake was enjoying pleasant dreams, where he spent time doing things with Mark and having a good time. Mark on the other hand had trouble sleeping. He lay in his bed, looking across at his brother. When he realized he had been staring at him for who knows how long, he snapped out of it and shook his head, wondering why he was doing that, and tried to force himself to sleep.

* * *

Another month had passed, and the gap between the brothers’ appearance continued to grow. They both stood at a fair 5′9″, but Mark was now 140 pounds, and beginning to get a little pale, as he rarely went out into the sun nowadays. Jake on the other hand was 170 pounds of muscle. He had begun tanning lately too, giving him a complexion much darker than his brother. The resemblance between the two was still strong, but identical twins were no longer the first thing that came to mind when people saw them together.

Physical changes weren’t the only thing happening to the twins. Dreams of each other had continued through the month, and they often found themselves staring at the other. It had slowly escalated over the month. Jake would be fast asleep as usual, and Mark often found himself staring at his brother. Lately he had wanted to see him more closely, and now he was up to sitting at the foot of Jake’s bed, staring at him.

Mark’s face was only inches away from Jake’s, and he could feel Jake’s breath. His own breath quickened and he began to feel warm.

“What’s wrong with me?” Mark whispered to himself. Blushing, he knew what he wanted to do—what he had to do. Gently, he lifted the covers of his brother’s bed, and slid in with him. He tried his best to keep quiet and not move too much, but it wasn’t enough. As he slid with his back to his brother, and himself as the little spoon, Jake stirred.

“Huh...? Wha’s—Mark?” Jake peered through squinted eyes, half-asleep.

Mark started stuttering, not knowing what to say to get out of this strange situation he put himself in. “I-I just. Sorry, bro, this is—”

Before Mark could figure out what to say, Jake cut him off. “Shh, s’cool, bro,” slurring in his half-awake state, “we’re bros...big bro’ll....keep ya safe.”

Jake pressed against Mark’s back, putting his arm around him. Turning red with embarrassment Mark shot back weakly, “S-shut up...", doing his best to take exception to the age remark. Jake’s response was rubbing Mark’s arm vigorously, which he found oddly soothing. With Jake pressed against him, he felt very safe and warm, and fell asleep easily.

* * *

Since then, the brothers spooned nightly. Jake seemed oddly content with everything, but Mark occasionally questioned if what they were doing was odd in some way. Every time he thought about it though, he felt that as long as his brother was okay with it he should be too, and he let it go. Besides, it was the only way he could get a good night’s sleep these days; he wasn’t about to ruin that.

Jake sure seemed to want to push Mark’s limits, however. Occasionally Mark would wake up during the night to find Jake feeling him up. Sometimes on his chest, other times it’s his thigh. At first he would freeze, not sure what to do. He figured it was just his brother moving in his dreams, and didn’t want to wake him up so he let it go. Eventually though he would catch Jake feeling him up in the morning. He would slip his hand under Mark’s shirt, and just rub his chest gently. His hand was large and warm, and it felt nice to wake up to, so he would pretend to be asleep, both to keep feeling Jake’s hand on his stomach, and to save Jake the embarrassment of knowing Mark could feel his hard-on from behind.

The two of them still wore the headphones nightly, and Jake was very happy about how much closer they were lately. Today they had appointments to get their ears pierced together. They walked through the mall, Mark ahead of his older brother.

Jake followed closely behind, and as he stared, he couldn’t help but compliment him. “Dude, I like your hair today.”

Mark felt flush, as he moved some of his chin-length blonde hair away from his face with a finger. “Thanks,” he beamed, “I like yours too.”

Jake smiled awkwardly as he brushed a hand through his short spiked hair, which now sported blonde tips. “Heh, I feel like connect so well sometimes bro—it’s like we’re twins or something.”

Mark waited a moment, then raised an eyebrow, “Uh, like, we are!”

“Oh yeah! Huh, sometimes I forget,” he chuckled as he slapped Mark on the butt, “c’mon let’s get movin’ broham.”

Jake paid the slap no mind as they continued walking, and walked past a couple of ladies. They were dressed to be seen, wearing short red and black dresses and heels, and clutching bags of clothing. They strutted past the brothers as they chatted with one another, and Mark’s gaze followed them as they walked away. Jake felt a pang of jealousy, but threw it aside as he ribbed his brother.

“You checkin’ out them chicks, bro? Like what you see?”

Mark looked over at him incredulously, “Them? Really? They’re just like, sluts or whatever. I’m totally done with girls like that—skank pussies. And all girls I’VE ever met are like that. So consider me done with dating them for now. Hmph.”

Jake was a bit surprised at his brother’s strong reaction, “Whoa braugh, take it easy! I get you, I get you.”

Mark was a bit surprised at himself as well, “Sorry, I, like, lost myself for a minute there. They just get me so fucking mad, you know?”

“I know, me too. Let’s just stick with each other for now.”

Jake ruffled Mark’s hair, causing him to blush. Mark fixed his hair back into place, smiling as they walked into the piercing shop.

* * *

Weeks had passed, and the brothers’ piercings had healed. Jake had gotten both ears pierced, with a second one on his right ear. Mark went a little wild, getting both ears double pierced, as well as getting himself a tongue ring. Bedtime was now the best time for the two, with every night leading to bouts of feeling each other up.

Jake rubbed Mark’s inner thigh, while Mark was grinding against Jake’s crotch. Breathing heavily, he turned around and looked at Jake.

“Open up, baby.”

He stuck his tongue out, tongue ring glistening, and inserted into Jakes mouth. Jake loved the feel of Mark’s swirling tongue in his mouth, and then Mark began sucking on Jake’s tongue, rubbing his tongue ring against it. Mark loved doing it, and thought it felt a bit like giving head, making him giggle to himself a little. He hadn’t given Jake head before, but then again he hadn’t given anyone head before. Pulling his tongue out, he smiled at Jake.

“I think I’m in love with you, Markie.” Jake gave Mark a huge surprise, but instead of freaking him out, Mark’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt completely flush.

In the heat of the moment, Mark came face to face with Jake, “Show me your huge cock, loverboy, I’m going to be your slut tonight.”

Jake was taken aback by Mark’s response and language, but was too horny to care. Mark slid down Jake’s pants and slid his moist lips over Jake’s cock. Jake moaned aloud, and when Mark started working his tongue ring, Jake did all he could to not cum instantly. Mark worked him some more, thinking about what he had been missing out on all this time, and right before he felt Jake would cum, he moved his mouth off of Jake.

“Cum all over me! I want to feel your spunk all over my face!”

He grabbed Jake’s cock firmly and started pumping it. He started jacking himself off as well; the situation made him so worked up that he was already hard and leaking precum. He opened his mouth and leaned over Jake’s cock, and Jake came, spraying thick semen across Mark’s face and chest. Mark lapped up whatever landed in his mouth, moaning loudly as he yelled, “I’m your bitch! Make me your bitch Jake!” At roughly the same time, Mark came as well, ropes of semen spraying on the sheets near Jake’s ass.

Mark then crumpled over in satisfaction, laying on Jakes chest and still holding his penis gently. Semen was saltier than he ever expected it to be, but he felt like he could enjoy it, especially if it was Jake’s. Jake was quiet the whole time, thinking of how lucky he was to have such a beautiful step-brother. He knew it was weird for brothers to fall in love like this, but he was at least glad they weren’t blood brothers, as he’d find it a bit hard to deal with the incest so easily. Still, he posited the question to Mark.

“Markie, imagine if we were real brothers? Heh.”

Jake was wiped out, but still managed a smile, “Our parents would kill us! I mean they’d do it anyways, because like, we’re still being totally gross. But I don’t care, I love you. Besides, it’s like, impossible—we don’t even look like each other!”

“Haha, yeah, I know bro.”

* * *

Mark and Jake slowly stopped wearing the headphones over the next couple of weeks, but they didn’t need it anymore. The audio had done its job, and the two were madly in love with one another. Jake stood in the shower, glad that the audio had been so effective, as he’d never felt so close to his step-brother before. As he stood, he glanced down at his body. He was now 210 pounds of pure muscle. Working out so often felt so good now, he couldn’t imagine not working out. He thought about how Mark stopped a long while ago, and lamented it a little bit, but then remembered how soft and thin he was now. As he imagined it, his cock grew hard, but he was interrupted by the bathroom door opening.

“Markie?” Jake asked through the fog of the bathroom.

The curtain slid open, and Mark looked at Jake. He was still wearing the blue thong he wore to bed, and his lithe 115 pound frame looked ready for action, as did his cock. Mark looked down at Jake’s own hard dick and smiled, stepping inside the shower.

“Hey, you forgot to take your thong off broham.”

“I’m not your broham, Jakey,” The water had soaked his thong, making his hard cock visible through the fabric. “I’m your little cockslut. Now put your dick in me.” Mark slipped the fabric of his thong from out between his asscheeks, and leaned back against Jake’s chest. Jake couldn’t help but slip his wet cock into Mark, sliding past the cloth of the thong.

As he worked Mark, he realized just how different he and Mark were. Mark’s language was so dirty, and he was always so kinky and ready for sex. Jake himself was a pretty horny person too, but he rarely used any sexual terms or bad words, and he was often embarrassed to hear them, despite being such a jock-type. Mark loved that about him, and often teased him by being so filthy around him. Jake was always red, but at the same time he loved it too.

Jake came into Mark, with Mark moaning loudly, sounds echoing in the shower as he felt the warm cum fill up his ass, loving it.

* * *

Epilogue

Jake was excited. He was finally coming home after a two-week long body-building show tour. He was driving home, his 245 pound frame looking squeezed into the car, as he thought of getting to see his boyfriend Markie again. He was wearing his tightest light pink t-shirt with the deepest v-cut he owned, and you could see his nipple piercings right through it. Thinking about it made him hard, his bulge straining his tiny white short shorts. His light clothing stood out in contrast to his skin, which was a deep tan color now.

He parked the car and went up to their apartment. Opening the door excitedly, he knew Mark was waiting for him.

“Markie honey, I’m home!”

He heard silence for a moment, and then Mark responded, “Coming Jakey! Close your eyes, I have a surprise for youuuu!”

Jake closed the door and then his eyes, and he heard Mark walk into the living room.

“Okay, open them!”

Jake gazed upon Mark, who had decided to dress up sexily for him. His long, pale, hairless legs ran up to his mid-thigh, where skintight cutoff jean shorts took over. A yellow thong peeked out the top of the shorts, his revealed stomach showing a new navel ring. Jake wondered if that was the surprise as he continued looking up. Jakes hands were covered in a multitude of bracelets and rings, and a tight yellow tank top covered his chest, thin enough to see his nipples through. Mark’s hair was now down to his shoulders, and styled out, streaks of black coming through the platinum blonde. Mark now had 3 piercings in each ear, a small diamond, a plug, and a small hoop on the top of each ear. Then Jake saw it, Mark’s face! He had gotten some facial surgery done. Now Mark’s face sported a pert little nose, which was cute and softened his face. It contrasted greatly to his lips, which were now lewd constructions built clearly for sucking on cocks. They dominated his face, and getting it on his dick was all Jake could think about as Mark licked his lips, gloss shining as he spoke.

“Like what you see?”

Jake was dumbstruck, his hot boyfriend was now the hottest, sluttiest looking boy he’d ever seen, and he was all his. He managed a stammered yes. In their minds it was now impossible that they had ever been in the same family. Not when they were so in love; not when they looked so different from one another. Mark walked up to Jake, lightly brushing his lips on Jake’s, and licking them.

“Good, now come fuck me in the ass, fuck me in the mouth, do whatever you want with me, because I’m your little horny slut and I want all of it.”

He grabbed Jakes crotch and pulled him into the bedroom, Jake blushing as he followed. They would never have problems with women coming between them again, and they were absolutely the closest they had ever been. The warning on the website had been true—it really did help two people become compatible lovers with one another.