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Inside Brother: the story of Mac n Nash Wolfe

Mac walks over to the studio door and pulls the shade. He turns off the outer sign and locks the door. As his key turns in the deadbolt he takes a stern look over his shoulder and says, "Pretty boy, slide your ass across that counter and bring it into my reach. I need to worship."

"Yes Mac, I'm coming." Nash replies, boyish adoration emanating from his smile. He lifts his lean, toned 180lbs by his arms and leans over the counter, then plops back to his feet. Coy brown eyes teasing Mac, he says, "Hmmmm. Maybe if you want it so much you should come and get it."

Mac's dark eyebrows raise a notch. He turns and faces Nash full on, his solid 200lb muscular frame doing some of the talking. "If I have to come get you, I'm gonna be far greedier than I am right here pretty boy."

Nash takes 2 steps backwards, revealing his stiff cock hugged tightly in his tight jeans under the counter. "I love it when you're greedy." He pierces Mac with a primitive lusty gaze as he takes another step back.

Before his second foot can leave the floor Mac is running and launching his muscled mass over the counter. He lands with a thud and throws himself at Nash, grappling and toppling him to the tile. Holding Nash in a primal embrace Mac carefully absorbs the impact of the fall. He rolls to the top and wraps his hand round Nash's neck..

Mac's strong fingers clamp down on Nash's wrist as he presses and rubs his stiff crotch across the denim outlined head of Nash's cock. Mac lowers his head and breathes hot breath across Nash's body starting at his nipples and working his way down to the imprisoned slab in Nash's pants. The heat sends shivers through the fabric into Nash's needy flesh as he gasps helplessly.

"This what you want, isn't it pretty boy. You want me to play with this pretty cock." His shaking body nearly vibrating, full begging to be in Mac's mouth and hands he whispers, "Yes please." Breathing fast, hips pressing greedily against Mac's merciless grinding, Nash moans again louder, "Yes. Please?"

"Not till I've had mine pretty boy." Suddenly Mac lets go of his neck. Reaching with his free hand under Nash's ass he grabs the waist of his tight jeans and yanks. His muscles ripple in as the snap on Nash's jeans pops open. "Unzip." Mac commands.

Hand trembling Nash reaches for his fly and unzips. He lays breathless as Mac yanks his pants and boxer-briefs down to his thighs in one powerful tug. Nash gasps at the helplessness he feels, as his cock pops straight up from his underwear, exposed and dripping need for his lover.

Mac admires Nash's powerful erection. "Years together, yet he never fails to pop vein at my touch." He smiles, bends and gives it a gentle kiss just under the head as he grips Nash's pants bunched below his thighs. He leans in kissing, licking, sucking Nash's groin and balls, tasting everywhere except his needy rod. Then, with a feral force belied by his loving attentions, Mac jerks Nash's clothing down his legs and tosses them against the counter. He's stands up silently, urgently removing his own clothes.

Nash looks lustily at Mac's strong form. He works out a lot more than Nash, has a thicker build but the same smooth tan skin, same thick lustrous brown hair, same penetrating chocolate eyes. "All this time together. He's more beautiful every year." He whisks off his shirt and tosses it aside, waiting.

Naked and beautifully imposing, Mac kneels over Nash, groin to groin and lifts him to a sitting position. They wrap their arms around one another in a tight embrace, hands roaming sweating skin, lips tasting neck with urgent kisses, until their sensate eyes meet and Mac takes Nash's lips into his. They kiss long and hard, tongues twisting and tasting, passing energy back and forth as their bodies writhe together.

Eyes closed, Nash feels Mac pull away and grip his shoulder. No warning, Nash feels himself flipped onto his stomach. He leans on his arms as Mac grips his hips and lifts his ass in the air, setting him on to his knees.

"Yes pretty boy." He says gently as he spits on his hand and slides 3 fingers inside Nash's quivering hole. "This is the finest ass in creation and it is all Mine.", the last two words punctuated by two thrusts to Nash's prostate.

Nash moans loudly as Mac grips and squeezes his loosening entrance, slipping his fingers in and out, tickling and teasing Nash's inner sanctum. His body works on utter instinct as he rides Mac's fingers, until his hole is wide and inviting. Mac slips out his hand, grabs Nash's hips and thrusts his waiting cock deep inside.

They both let out a cry and Mac begins to thrust faster, harder as Nash looks over his shoulder, mouth gaping, breath ragged, eyes slut-glazed with pleasure and need. Cock electrified by his lover's palpable desire, Mac grips Nash harder feeling his balls ready to empty. Nash knows this signal and feels his own body respond. As Mac hollers out a primal cry he slams himself deep into Nash, spurting cock filling Nash's flexing hole with his sacred fluid. They cum together, deep inside one another, Mac lifting Nash's knees off the ground as he shivers in orgasm.

Mac rests Nash's gently onto the floor, then lies beside him sweeping his body into an embrace. He looks at Nash, a mirror of himself, aside from the size difference. To Mac, Nash is the most beautiful boy in existence, a sort of self-applaud, as they are identical twins. He touches his brother's face and lays gentle kisses on him. They lay tangled and touching, silent for a while until Mac speaks.

"I love you Nash."

"I love you too."

"Okay pretty boy. Better get cleaned up. I've got a surprise for our birthday this evening."

"Haha, strip club? We're 21 now. Can buy our own drinks."

"Nope. Got something much better planned. Go get cleaned up and you'll find out. Make sure you wash My pretty asshole. It's not done for the night."

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Ch 2

Mac locks the door to their upstairs apartment, above the studio they own together. Starting out at 18 with some seed money from a dear friend, they've built a successful business doing photography and selling Nash's art. Mac runs the business side and occasionally stands in as photographer. Nash is a true artist. He paints, sculpts, sketches, carves: in a short time he is able to master any medium he tries. Some attribute his ability to focus and learn to his high-functioning Autism. They both have it, though it effects them each differently.

Mac is very good with numbers and computers, highly logical. When he isn't working for the studio, he often locks himself in his office and writes code. Perhaps it's a silly practice since Nash has the key. They hide nothing from each other, but he thinks better when he feels locked in, away from the world.

They may not have fared so well, so young, with so many obstacles, if it had not been for a very special woman, their nanny Miss Tessie. Mac and Nash met Miss Tessie when they were 8 years old.

Their parents, hopelessly 'southern', (hence the given names: Mackentire and Nashville) had tried and failed to properly address the boy's special needs. They were old school and didn't understand the boys' outbursts and inability to communicate. They weren't always so high-functioning and neither parent had the instinct to deal with it. Instead, they did what they always did best: paid to give the problem to someone else, in the form of a highly recommend special need's nanny, Tesla Faustin.

Tesla worked miracles with the boys, teaching them to communicate first with pictures, then verbally, teaching them to cope and use skills when overstimulated, arranging them a proper routine, even play dates which the boys had never experienced before. She learned their talents by careful observation and transformed their world, for which they adored her. It was by this same careful observation that she discovered their secret.

One day, about 3 months on the job, Tesla was walking through the hall towards the kitchen to make lunch for the boys. As she passed the family library, she heard giggles coming from inside the room. She knew the boys enjoyed the tall windows in there. Curious what might have tickled them, she walked into the library and stood in the doorway. There sat Mac and Nash completely naked on the floor, facing each other. Mac was holding his tiny cock in his hand pinching the tip repeatedly. He seemed to be showing off to Nash. He stopped pinching for a moment, both boys watching in delight as "it" stood there stood stiff, twitching a bit.

Mac looked directly into Nash's eyes and for a moment both boys fell still and silent, staring at one another. Then Nash reached out with his little hand and pinched the tip of Mac's stiff little cock in same fashion his brother had shown him. Nash watched entranced as Mac leaned back on his elbows, eyes glassy, mouth open and panting.

Suddenly, Nash pulled back his hand and stared at Mac, still bent back breathing heavy. Again they were silent for a moment, until Mac sat up, scooted close to Nash, and placed his legs over his brother's, overlapping at the knees.

The boys, now sitting rod to rod, Mac's tiny cock pointed stiffly towards his brother, Nash's giving a tiny twitch, Mac reached for his brother's rod and began pinching the tip, this time squeezing it as well, with his small fist. Working his little grip faster he watched a knowing expression come over Nash's face as he smiled sweetly at his brother. Resting his head on Mac's shoulder as Mac squeezed and teased, the two boys began to sigh and touch together.

Tesla watched from the doorway in pure awe. "It's clearly not the first time they've tried this," she thought inwardly. She saw their bond: the silent communication and affection. It moved her deeply as she watched their brotherly connection turn primal.

Swiftly, unexpectedly Mac leaned back and untethered his legs from his brother. He stood up, walked behind Nash and pressed on his back pushing him onto his knees, round little ass up, face resting automatically onto his arms on the floor.

"They've definitely done this before..." Telsa was shocked but also mesmerized by what had and was about to take place. She stared transfixed, noticing the extreme slickness of her panties as her hand found its way under her skirt to her cleft.

Mac got on his hands and knees behind Nash and licked at his tiny puckered hole. Nash giggled n squirmed from his brother's ticklish kiss. Mac grabbed his brother's hips and held them still a moment. Nash seemed to melt in his brother's grasp. His hips relaxed and he held himself steady, as Mac spread his cheeks wide and pressed his small, stiff shaft slowly into Nash's waiting hole.

Nash shuddered, his little cock beginning to fill. This part, they seemed to have worked out somewhat. Mac proceeded to bounce rapidly against his brother's ass. Their faces were a singularly innocent portrait of youthful lust and love. Tesla felt her own climax nearing and struggled to remain silent as she watched their instinctual display. She came, eyes holding the view of these beautiful little twins giving each other pleasure.

After a few minutes of pressing the reward, Mac seemed to tire out. He pulled out of Nash's puckering hole and patted his brother's bottom. Nash sat up, and they faced each other sitting on the floor, once again naked and tethered at the knees, groin facing groin. Each boy's head rested on the other's shoulder. They sat for a moment, arms down, connecting in some invisible form Tesla didn't bother questioning. Instead, she absorbed, mind calculating, panties nearly dripping as she turned and slipped silently from the room.

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Over the next few weeks Tesla gave the boys alone time which she observed from afar, either hiding casually or watching them through the video feed the Wolfe's to allowed her to set up in the boys' wing. "..for observational and research purposes." she told them. Every few days, it would happen. She would see them together and observe their ignorant youthful attempts at pleasure: beautiful, painful, occasionally hilarious. As she watched from a distance, a plan began to form.

One day, Mac and Nash were playing in their room. Nash had crayons and pencils s**ttered around him on the floor as he leaned over a scribbling of a dinosaur. Mac was sitting on the bed with his laptop vigorously exploring YouTube. When Nash finished his drawing he lifted it and smiled oddly, staring closely at the lines of the respectable T-Rex he'd drawn. Seemingly satisfied, he dropped it to the floor and yawned, already slightly bored now his task was complete.

He looked around the room and saw Mac on the bed. He got up and moved to the bed sitting on the back side of Mac's laptop. For a moment he stared at his brother blankly while Mac ignored him, typing away. Nash bounced once on the bed. Mac continued ignoring him. Then Nash pulled off his shirt and peered over the top of the screen at his brother. Mac finally looked at Nash, noticing his bare chest. They locked eyes and for a moment, the world was still.

Mac silently closed his laptop and set it on the jungle themed night stand. They both began to undress, and sat facing one another on the bed. This time Nash reached out and began gently pinching the head of his brother's cock. Mac reached back and began his more advanced gripping squeeze. Innocently pinching away, the boys suddenly heard a voice in the room.

"Hello boys. I can see you."

Startled, both boys jumped and lost their grip on one another. Looking around the room, they could see no one. Quizzically they looked at each other and looked around again.

"It's okay Mac, Nash. I'm just a little voice, here to help you. You are good boys and you love each other so well. It feels good to love each other, doesn't it." Both boys nod silently, simply accepting the odd reality of bodiless voice. "It's okay boys. You can keep touching except Nash, it might feel even better if you sat on the edge of the bed. Scooch up." Nash scoots to the foot of the bed feet dangling and kicking a little. Now Mac, if you went and sat on your knees in front of Nash, you will be able to see his pretty cock right in front of your face..."

The boys listened and learned from the voice, not just then but many more times as they grew. Sometimes the voice would lead them to special toys, hidden in their room giving them instructions on how to use them. Other times the voice simply encouraged them in their tangling. In time, as they realized who the voice belonged to, they accepted her as part of their love.
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Ch 3

Tesla worked with the boys in varying capacities until they graduated high school. She supported them when they came out to their parents, Mac bi-sexual and Nash gay. They were 17 when their parents kicked them out and cut them off for their confession. Tessie took them in.

Their college plans were ruined without their parents' generous support. This ate at both the boys, they had plans, but they immediately set out for part-time work to help Tessie. 17, still going to school and working part-time jobs, the months passed quickly until it was the night of their 18th birthday.

Tessie asked them both to stay home for the night. She had something special planned. After a home-cooked meal, Tessie asked the boys to sit on the couch. "Mac, Nash, I've got some news. I know you've been worried about college and how you're going to get by now the Beverly Hillbillies have cut you off. I happen to have an account, a rather large savings and I'd like to invest it in the two of you."

Mac and Nash sat and stared silently mouths dropped open. Neither knew what to say or think. "It's okay. This is how it's going to work. You're going to pick something, each of you or together, and create me a plan. Bring me that plan and when it is solid, I'll give you the money to proceed. When you're in the black, we can talk returns. Okay babies. It's that simple."

Nash looked at her a moment, tears forming and then burst forth and hugged her. "Thank you so much Tessie. This means so much to me. Especially since mom and dad. Thank you." She held him tight and rocked him a moment. His head melted into her shoulder, like when he was little, warming her heart and causing a little twinge below. She released Nash and hugged Mac close. "Thank you." He said softly into her skin. "Thank you so much." He lingered and gave her a soft kiss on the neck, sending stronger signals to her clit.

Hugs ended, everyone seated Nash asked, "What's the party plan Tessie? I'm ready to go!"
"You're not going anywhere sweetheart." She spoke smiling sternly. "Nash, I think you'd be a lot more comfortable if you went and sat in that chair over there." She pointed, and for a moment he looked at her quizzically, then rose and relocated to the chair. Still unsure, he looked at Mac and saw a shit-eating grin pasted on his face.

"Mac, I think you'd like it much better on your knees there, in front of your brother." Mac stood and sauntered past Tessie, running his fingers across her breast as he passed by, winning him a scolding smile. He knelt before his brother and waited.

Tessie walked to the chair where the boys were waiting. She stood silent a moment pouring love from her eyes to theirs, hoping desperately she would be received. Without words, she began to unbutton her blouse, skillfully hiding her shaking hands with slow movement.

Mac and Nash watched intently, Nash a little shocked and immediately curious, Mac still sporting that lascivious grin. Slowly she revealed milky pale, D-cup breasts spilling from a white lacy bra. Mac's cock twinged as this years long fantasy played out before his eyes. Nash, never having considered Tessie's body, was quite surprised to feel his own cock filling a bit. He'd never gotten hard for a lady. "Not any lady, this Lady." His surprise shifted to understanding.

Tessie removed her shirt and tossed it behind her. Her toned belly led into sensual curvy hips beneath a slitted black pencil skirt. Calmly smiling, she hid a surprising rush of nerves as she unzipped her skirt and slid it down her shapely legs. As her cleavage fell lower Mac leaned in and pressed his face into her tits, inhaling the scent of her. She felt his warm breath and smooth skin on her breasts making her little hairs stand on end. He started to lick and she gently popped his cheek. "Back in place." She ordered. He slowly pulled away and responded with a devil's smile.

She slid her skirt to the floor and kicked it behind her. Her pretty lace thong and bra were the only obstacles left on her curvy flesh. Nearly naked in front of her boys for the first time, 10 yrs of longing. Her heart began racing.

Hands trembling slightly she reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders. Tessie hooked her thumbs in her waistband, turned around and bent over, presenting her sensual curved ass to her boys. Slowly she worked the panties down her legs. Mac followed her tease with the panties while Nash stared raptly at her smooth tiny pucker.

She wiggled a second as Mac and Nash absorbed her display, each with his own wanton thoughts painted clearly on their young faces. "I have their attention." she thought smiling inwardly. Tessie stood and turned to face the boys again, kicking her panties from her foot behind her. She stared at them silently and silence they returned. For a moment the world was still.

She broke the silence, "Strong boy. Pretty boy. Touch me." As she spoke, the fire of young lust ignited. Hastily shucking off clothing, the boys moved into her. Mac went to her on his knees and grasped Tessie's hips while Nash walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle gently rubbing and caressing her belly. Mac buried his face in her warm cunt, careful only to touch as instructed. He nuzzled and sniffed her groin and pussy, at one point burying his nose in her wet pink center. She shivered and sighed. He reveled in her reaction and her scent but moved on, knowing the rules well.

Nash stood, eyes closed, face buried in her auburn hair, inhaling her familiar scent. He had no urge to squeeze her breasts but his hands traced every part he could touch. This woman he'd loved as a boy into his manhood: Mother. Sister. Teacher. Lover. These thoughts and their many tendrils wrapped his brain as he rubbed and pressed her soft skin, hugging her tightly, feeling his cock filling with love. He kissed her hair and then her neck. Her heavy panting exciting his blood, he neared closer and closer to her mouth.

As he came in reach Tessie held his head and pulled him in. She placed her soft lips gently, slowly onto his. Pressing into him she released her pent-up need to love this boy, in this way. Her tongue probed his lips and she felt his sudden strong return. He wrapped his arms around her neck and returned her love in kind.

Nash's head spun as Tessie's kiss knocked him unaware. He had been curious many times about kissing her lips. It was the only thing he'd sexually desired from her growing up. He loved her deeply but the thought of her lips made him feel needy, in a special place. Now he felt every ounce of their power. It was all he dreamed and more. "The lips that spoke me to life." He thought as he pressed into her kiss. Though he swam in uncharted seas, he felt intimate and natural holding Tessie close like this, loving Her, tasting her powerful lips.

Tessie's body quivered and shook at the boys' attentions. She knew it would be beautiful to connect with them one day but this was far beyond. She had not fathomed this level of intimacy, connection, the flaming seed of a permanent need.

Tessie savored every sensation, grasping Mac's hair and rubbing his muscled shoulders, caressing Nash's face and back, careful to be gentle rather than greedy with him. "This is his first time." She thought, cradling him as her body rode the overwhelming sensations. Working hard to maintain control Tesla said a breathy voice, "New orders. Strong boy. Pretty boy, Take me."

Mac veritably ripped her from Nash's arms lifting her onto his waist. He gave her a horny puppy grin as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He returned it to her with the greedy passion of a boy consumed as he carried her over to the couch and laid her down.

Nash followed and set two cushions on the floor next to the couch. He took position at Tessie's top half, as close as possible to those enigmatic lips. Mac wasted no time with her lower body. Spreading her thighs legs and placing her legs over his shoulders, he greeted his Mother's flower with a sensual kiss. Tessie gasped and bent as Mac drove his artful tongue into her folds. Sucking her clit, biting and tonguing her outer petals, Mac buried his smooth face into her flower until he couldn't take in air.

Tesla began rocking into Mac's tongue as Nash gripped her hair and gently tugged. Massaging and twining through her locks, pulling harder as he stared luridly at her contorted face, those glorious parted lips. As Mac came up for air, Tessie's arm shot up and gripped him by the throat. Eyes glazed, looking angry with desire she said, "Strong boy. Put that Titan cock inside your Mommy and Fuck me."

Mac's eyes watered. His emotion beyond his capacity to understand he smiled at her as two wet tears splashed her naked belly. She pulled him in by the neck and kissed him as she gave one last squeeze. She felt his cock jump against her and released his neck. He pulled back looking into her eyes for a moment and said "Yes Mommy." Then he knelt on the couch before her and lifted her hips. Pent up with years of longing, he thrust slowly inside her as deep as he could, burying himself in his Queen.

Tessie cried out, finally feeling every inch of her boy's strong cock in her tight cunt. As Mac began to press into his slow rhythm, she reached for Nash and pulled his head down to hers. Moving with Mac's deep thrusts she whispered sweetly in Nash's ear, "Pretty boy, take that ethereal cock of yours out and put it in your sister's mouth."

Nash felt a surge, his stiff cock bouncing at her words. "Those lips. Beautiful Tessie.." he thought causing another twinge below. He climbed onto the couch, over her chest and knelt atop her, the tip of his cock resting on her chin. His eyes lasered once more to her sensual lips before he looked her in the eye. His face spoke many things in the silent exchange: "I love you. I trust you. I need you. I'm a little scared."

Tessie rubbed her soft hand across Nash's cheek, body bouncing a little faster now as Mac's pleasure deepened. She opened her mouth inviting him in. He felt a twinge at the invitation as Mac's pounding beat made his hole wink.

"Yes Tessie." Nash replied as he leaned forward and placed his hard beam against her lips. Tessie's tongue darted out licking and pressing just below the head and swirling the tip. Nash's primal instincts surfacing under Tessie's sweet encouragement, he waited no longer. He grabbed his hard cock and pressed it past her lips. As the tip entered her warm wet paradise, he nearly came. Feeling and watching himself enter those lips was a singularity to his young mind and body. She grabbed his cock at the base and pulled him out for a moment. Mac's intensifying pounding and groans we're hindering everyone's ability to "hold out".

She held Nash back a moment longer, then released and let him start again. Nash played with her lips in curiosity, pressing in shallowly and watching as the cock went in and out of them. In her head she laughed hard realizing, "He's having an Autism moment with his cock in my mouth".

She smiled around her boy's hard meat, reached behind him grabbing his young tight ass, and pressed him down her throat. Neither her first nor her hundred and first rodeo, Tessie took Nash's cock to the hilt, squeezing and massaging with her throat and tongue. Nash's eyes were glassy, mouth dropped open in a comical blend of shock and ecstasy. She pushed him out for air. His face looked desperate. Another inward laugh hit her, "He clearly wants to feel that again."

Catching her breath, pussy singing, Tessie focuses on composure. Hard to do with two 18 year old boys panting and pounding on top of you. She thought of Nash for the moment and gave him one more ride down her mystical throat. One is all it took. As she pushed him out for air again she saw a desperate rageful look cross his passive face. She took several bouncing ragged breaths, then released him.

Nash buried himself in Tessie's mouth. Too late for slow observing, he started with a quick pace, hurriedly escalating to face fucking his nanny. When his eyes were open he watched her: teary eyed, saliva pooling on her chest, bouncing to Mac's now savage pace. Nash watched her lips especially, now stretched and moving around his cock, her mouth like a vacuum. Nash had never felt anything like it in his life. He lasted less than two minutes fucking Tessie's mouth. As his balls ejected seed deep into her throat he yelled and moaned in a way Mac had never heard him do.

The excitement passed from body to body to body as Mac released his hot liquid into Tessie's pussy. Nash was still spasming and pressing into Tessie's face, trying not to choke her to death with his orgasm. Tessie had cum more times than she could count and had no concept when the last stopped or started. Finally, the boys removed their twitching cocks from their nanny.

Before they got too comfortable she panted out, "Strong boy. Pretty boy. My bed." She shuffled them forward as she did when they were little, only now naked and dripping with all sorts of her fluids. Her heart felt full as it never had before, a satisfaction she had never known till receiving. They tucked in together in her king bed and lay piled atop each other under the satin sheets. In their dreams they each felt a special light turned on in their soul.
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Ch 4

Mac walks down the stairs slipping the keys into his pocket. Nash is standing against the car, looking quite sly. "You're really not gonna tell me anything? Like, at least where we're going?!" Nash demands as his brother finishes the stairs. "Nope. Not a damn thing. Pretty boys have to wait and find out. Especially naughty ones like you." Mac states as he puts his big hand on top of the car stretching over Nash, leaning into him. They kiss for a long moment in the dark. Mac pulls away and rubs his brother's cheek. "Now shut the fuck up and get my Ass in the car."

Nash saunters away swaying his butt and throwing in a collar pop at the end. Stifling a laugh, Mac demands, "Get in ass clown." Nash grabs the handle and opens the door looking saucy "Aye aye captain!"
"Nuh-uh", Mac growls. Nash slides into his seat pulling the door shut, "Aye aye captain!"
"No you little shit!" Mac barks rolling his eyes.
Nash clicks his belt into place, "Ooooooohh.."
"Goddamnit! This is payback for not telling you, isn't it."
"Yup, all the way there. Who lives in a..."
"Fuck me. I'm not telling you."
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An hour later they are exiting the interstate. The theme-song cut short after three minutes of patience and an arm punch, Mac and Nash have been talking of good times, high school and dating days, more so for Mac than Nash, but they had a good circle of friends, and they had their bond.

They managed to avoid the subject of their parents. There was nothing much left to say, but their happy ruminations of the past heavily included Tessie. They talked and laughed, teased each other over their sexual misadventures. The ride and the conversation has let Nash forget. He still has no idea what's happening tonight. He loves good surprises but they also made him nervous.

As they listen to a song Nash pipes up, "I've waited an hour, very patiently."
"Yes you have." Mac responds.
"We've exited the interstate now." Nash prods
"Correct." Mac replies with a grin.
"Do I get to know yet? Just a clue!" Nash begs, hands clasped smiling cutely at his brother. Mac looks at his brother's sultry shamelessness and laughs.

"Pretty boy..." he says endearingly, "Okay, here's your clue." He pauses a moment, paying Nash back for the song. Just as Nash's mouth opens for more begging Mac speaks, "Your clue is, Mother."

Nash's eyes light as he gasps and covers his mouth in surprise. "Tessie!" He squeaks from his closed fingers. "Mmmmhmmm. It's going to be a special night. I promise you." Nash drops his hands to his lap and grins widely, staring out the window to calm his excitement. His thoughts begin to swirl around Tessie and what wonders she will show them tonight.
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A half hour off the interstate, Mac and Nash pull into the circle drive of a private cabin. Since hearing Tessie's name, Nash has been unable to sit still. His c***d-like excitement stirs Mac's body and mind, "Exactly how he was. Exactly how it should be." Mac smiles calmly to reassure his brother and tousles his hair. Nash grins.

Mac turns off the lights and kills the ignition. The cabin door opens and Tessie steps onto the porch, wrapped in the style of fluffy, light blue robe she wore at night, when they were little. Exiting the car, both men stop and look at her a moment, beautiful auburn hair shining in the light through the cabin door. Fully covered, they still can't help remembering what lies beneath her robe.

At their synced grinning pause, she laughs and says, "Hello boys. Happy birthday! Come and give Miss Tessie give a hug." On her urging, they both move forward, up the steps into her arms. They embrace her from either side, enveloping her curvy 5'2 length with their strong bodies. Each resting his head on hers, she holds them tenderly, rocking them a moment.

Nash sinks into his nanny's soft hair and skin, body slowly lighting with memories of her touch. Mac's cock has been filling since he pulled in the drive. He gently slides his hand inside Tessie's robe, seeking her ample breast. He feels a button up blouse instead, causing a surge to his member as he thinks of the plan he and Tessie have designed for the night. Massaging her clothed breast, Mac feels her pulling him from her robe. "Be patient darling. You know what's coming." She winks at him and releases them both leading them into the cabin.
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Ch 5

Sitting on the couch near a fireplace, Tessie pours the boys some Creme de Cocoa into their Bailey's and coffee. "Grown up hot chocolate." She calls it. Sipping their drinks, the boys talk about the drive, the studio, and their current events. She listens and laughs with them, enjoying the update thoroughly. It warms her heart to hear what they are up to.

As the second round of drinks near the bottom, Tessie stands, "Time for your birthday to begin boys." She removes her robe. Underneath, she reveals the uniform of their younger days: a shapely button up blouse and black pencil skirt. She picks up the glasses and sets them on a tray with the alcohol. "I'm going to clean this up. I'll see you both in the bedroom in 10 minutes." She turns and walks away, fine ass swaying as she gracefully balances the tray towards the kitchen.

Mac looks at Nash, noticing some nerves and kisses his brother deeply, caressing the back of his head and neck. He leans and whispers into Nash's ear, "I promise, you're going to love this." He gently bites Nash's lobe and kisses his neck, then stands and pulls Nash up. Holding his hand, Mac leads him down a low lit hall past several closed doors. They reach the second to last room in the hall and Mac pauses, hand on the door, grinning at his brother. Nash's hands cover his face, his own grin peeking through. "Show me already!" He squeaks through his fingers.

As Mac opens the door Nash's hands drop, mouth hung open in surprise. Inside the room, is a recreation of their bedroom at 8 yrs old. Nash's eyes take in the familiar features: the large palm tree painted on the corner wall, the plush green carpet, two jungle themed nightstands on either side of a large bed, like they shared in their youth.

Giggling at jumping in surprise, Nash throws a playful grin at his brother. He runs and lands on the bean bag chair set by the bed where he used to like it. "You found my favorite sheets!", Nash laughs and points to the monkey pattern bed set as he bounces on the bag.

Mac smiles, watching his brother wrapped in nostalgia, enjoying his old room. "It's perfect, every detail." Watching Nash, he thinks, "He's in the perfect place. He's going to love this." Mac walks over to the bed and gives it a bounce, "It feels so good to be back here." He says aloud.

"Oh my god!" Nash squeaks. "My dinosaur drawing!" He bounds from the bean bag to a s**ttering of crayons and pencils on the floor, and picks up his old drawing. In the clever reaches of his mind he starts to wonder why it's been left on the floor. Then suddenly, he understands, some at least.

He looks over at his brother in awe, feeling excitement flowing his body. Mac simply looks at him, then scoots near the headboard, his old spot, and takes a laptop from the jungle themed nightstand.
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Nash takes a close look at his old drawing as his mind races toward what's next, still enjoying the lines of his T-Rex. He sets it on the floor and looks at his brother, now tapping away on his laptop. Standing, he walks to the bed and sits on the backside of Mac's laptop, staring at him. Mac ignores him though he can't hide the smile overtaking his face. Nash bounces once on the bed and stares at Mac. Mac's smile fades as his mind is taken back. He continues to ignore Nash.

Nash looks at his brother's sudden blank gaze and feels himself pulled backward in time. His expression goes flat as he pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it in the corner. He peers over the laptop into his brother's waiting eyes. In silence, they stare for moment, as the world goes still.

Without word, Mac closes the laptop and places it on the jungle themed nightstand. He watches Nash as they both undress, sitting on the bed, noticing as Tessie silently glides into the doorway. Crawling naked, towards each other, Mac and Nash sit leg over leg on the bed as they used to. Nash reaches out first, gripping the head of Mac's hardening cock, squeezing and pinching it. He lays his head on Mac's strong shoulder and shudders as his brother reaches out and grips him back.

Together they manipulate each in their old way, sighing and moaning as they pinch and grip. Though much less finessed in technique, the act brings rushing memories of first feelings. The urge to cum, heavy in their filling balls, their sounds become urgent.

"Hello boys. I can see you."

Mac and Nash jump, losing their grip on one another, Mac having forgotten her ghostly appearance in the doorway. She walks towards her sitting chair near the bed saying, "It's okay Mac, Nash. I'm just a little voice, here to help you." The boys grin at her and she smiles back taking her seat. Mac whispers to his twin, "Now you get what you want pretty boy." Heat ripples through Nash's body as they sit, legs tangled.

Tessie speaks, "You are good boys and you love each other so well. It feels good to love each other, doesn't it." Mac and Nash nod silently, fully accepting the odd reality of their love triangle. "It's okay boys. You can keep touching except Nash, it might feel even better if you sat on the edge of the bed. Scooch up." Nash scoots to the foot of the bed feet dangling and kicking a little, same innocent excitement coursing through his now grown body.

"Now Mac, if you went and sat on your knees in front of Nash, you will be able to see his pretty cock right in front of your face." Mac slides off the bed and kneels before his brother, feeling his heat. "Now Mac, hold Nash's pretty cock like you would hold the monkey bars." Mac grips his brother's rigid cock in his fist.

"That's right baby. You're very good at this. Now move your hand up and down while you grip brother's pretty cock like the monkey bars." Mac glides his hand slowly up and down his brother's shaft, watching Nash's eyes become glass as he leans onto his elbows.

"Very good Mac. You are so strong. Hold his pretty cock a little tighter and move faster, strong boy." Mac responds to his nanny's cue and hastens his grip, as he did that day. Nash moans in transportment, remembering: feeling the first time his brother stroked him properly, Tessie's sweet voice guiding him.

"Your love is beautiful boys. Mac, see your brother's face? See how good you make him feel strong boy? See how hard his pretty cock is for you?" Mac looks luridly at his brother's tense face, eyes shut, cock jutting skyward, trembling under his fingers.

Tessie's voice pulls them forward in their reverie, "Strong boy. We're going to make pretty boy feel even better. Nash, lay back on the bed. That's right pretty boy, lay back for your brother's love. Very good. Now Mac, let go of Nash's cock." Mac let's go of Nash's cock, earning a look of slut-driven panic from his brother.

"You're doing very well strong boy. See how he stands up so straight, like a finger? Take your mouth and put it around his pretty cock, then suck him like you are sucking your finger. Yes baby. Now move your head up and down while you suck your brother's hard cock for Mommy."

Mac's warm lips encompass first the head, then slowly further down his brother's shaft. Tessie watches, reaching for her cleft as Nash falls fully into memory: the sensation of his brother's warm mouth, tongue sliding a kiss up and down the length his tiny rod, mouth squeezing, the warm wet rushing of blood as he felt the first of many new attentions to his body. Nash cries out, almost exactly the moan he let that day, sending a jolt through everyone's sensitive organs.

Unlike the first time, Nash's balls are full and heavy as his cock slides in and out of his brother's hungry grip. He feels a momentary ache, then his seed explodes into Mac's undulating mouth. As Nash starts to cum Mac shoves the length of his brother's pulsing shaft down his throat, and begins to massage it, as Tessie did on his 18th. In the last second of coherence Nash thinks, "...the things Mommy has taught us.", then loses reality in his brother's throat as he cums, shattering the earth inside.

Gently sucking his brother clean, Mac removes his lips from Nash's cock and sits back. Nash leans up on his elbows smiling. At once, Both boys look at their nanny, graceful legs splayed in the chair softly stroking herself, pencil skirt now laying on the floor, revealing soaked white satin panties. "Not how it went the first time. Damn!" Tessie laughs, infecting both boys with her response.

"Now then. Are we ready for act two, my loves?"

"Yes Mommy", they reply in unison. Tessie sits upright in her chair, straightening her blouse. She longs desperately to climb onto both their young bodies and let them impale her, but she takes a breath and finds her composure. This night is not hers, beyond the watching and the telling. "There will be plenty of tangling in the morning, I'm sure." She smiles inside as she takes on a more serious countenance.

Mac leans forward taking Nash's semi-hard cock into his mouth again, earning him a twitch and a smile. "Very good strong boy. You can stop now. You've loved your brother so well. See how good he feels? Why don't you climb on the bed and hold pretty brother in your strong arms."

Mac release his brother's cock and climbs on to the bed, putting his muscled leg across Nash's, scooping him close into his arms. "I told you you'd love it." He whispers, caressing Nash's shoulder. "You were right, strong boy." Nash replies, "I think it's about to be your turn." He snuggles into his brother's chest. Tessie watches their intimacy, as she has all these years and feels deep gratitude for what she's been given, including her sopping, swollen cunt.

Mac takes Nash's head into his hands, Tessie's signal they are ready. "Pretty boy, your brother has loved you so well, made you feel so good. Would you like to make him feel good too?" Nash nods silently, as he did then. "You're such sweet boy Nash. Why don't you scoot back to the edge of the bed and lay on your tummy, so brother can see your beautiful bum." Nash scoots and rolls onto his stomach, cock filling at the knowledge of what's coming.

"Mac, come round to the edge of the bed and stand in front of your brother please." Mac climbs off the bed, hard cock bouncing off the side table as he moves. "Ouch!" Mac grunts. Nash and Tessie stifle their giggles as he makes his way to the foot of the bed. He stands and gazes at his brother's lovely form, spread and waiting for him on the monkey print sheets.

"Strong boy. Look under the bed. Just below your feet. Do you see a bottle under there?" Mac bends down and pulls a bottle of lube from under the bed. "That's it baby. This is special lotion Mac. It makes your love slide better. Twist off the lid and squeeze it into your hand. It will feel slippery and little cold." Mac squeezes the lube into his hand, remembering his first feel of it and how unsettling it felt all over his hand.

"I know it feels weird baby but it's going to feel very good in a minute. Take the lotion and rub it on your brother's bum." Mac begins rubbing the lube into Nash's cheeks, fully locked in sacred memory. "No, honey, on the inside, where you like to give Nash licks. Yes! That's it strong boy. Spread open his pretty bum and wipe the lotion in."

Mac sensually kneads his brother's sphincter, pressing gently and caressing Nash's sweet hole. These moves are a tad advanced from his fumblings that day, but he takes license and knowingly prepares his brother's asshole for a second time this night.

Deeply, slowly stroking herself, Tessie encourages Mac from her chair. "That's very good Mac. Very nice. Now, take your finger and gently press your brother's pretty pucker. Oh, that's good baby. See? He's opening up for you. Does that feel good pretty boy? "Yes", Nash moans loudly, voice muffled in the sheets.

"Strong boy, spread his pretty cheeks and put your Titan cock inside your brother." Mac moans in anticipation as he spreads his brother's winking hole wide open. He grabs Nash's hips and presses deep into his brother's warm tunnel, sliding urgently through his entrance, now slick with lube. He pulls back and drives again deep. Nash wails loudly feeling safe and small with his brother fully inside. Tessie feels her next orgasm rise as she watches Mac taking Nash, once again, in their boyhood bedroom. She cries out softly as she cums to their groaning thrusts.

Mac grips Nash's hips holding tighter, as he drives deep into his boy, his brother, his twin, his lover. His body rides in memory, all the years of pleasure spent here, inside. Deeper, harder he thrusts, strong arms gripping, body slamming into connection with the one he loves: the mate of his soul. For endless minutes he thrusts his passion into his moaning twin, cries muffled in the monkey print sheets.

Suddenly Mac feels his moment rising. He grips Nash hard and lifts him as he explodes into his brother's sacred place. Nash yells out, feeling deliciously helpless in his brother's arms, as his body milks Mac's cock in orgasm. Tessie watches transfixed as her boys both jet cum, one in his brother's pretty asshole, the other streaming onto the sheets.

They quiver inside one another a moment longer then collapse together on the bed, Mac's head resting on Nash's ass as it winks at him luridly. Tessie, feeling a strong need to release again, stands and walks toward her boys, sprawled on the bed. She gently ushers them towards the pillows, and they lay together holding one another. She pulls off the top sheet and grabs them a clean one from the closet, this one a warrior print, Mac's old favorite.

Tessie covers them with the clean sheet and a blanket. She walks to each side of the bed giving her boys a kiss on the cheek as they smile and snuggle close to one another. For a moment, she stays, stroking their hair and singing them a lullaby from the early days, letting her emotions take her. Finally, she walks to the doorway and turns off the light switch staring at their peaceful forms. "Your love is beautiful boys. Thank you for sharing it with me. I love you. Sweet dreams." She walks down the hall to her own room and revels one last time in the love of her boys, their naked thrusting bodies following her into her dreams.
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To be continued...