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When during the week I received a message via Whatsapp from an unknown number, I was a bit startled. It was not really uncommon to receive unknown messages, but it was more the content.
"You don't know me, but I think it would be good for us to meet... it is family related"
Family related? That was most strange as I have no family whatsoever. My parents died and I had no brothers nor sisters. My parents were only children and so there were no uncles or aunts that I knew of. I asked for the sender's name and he said Joe Hopkins. The name didn't ring any bell. I showed the message to Jack who was as puzzled as I was. I didn't even know what to answer to the message. It was mysterious and didn't make any sense, certainly with he "family related" comment. Then, another message came in that confirmed the sender had the wrong person in mind.
"Were you adopted?"
No, I wasn't! Where did all this come from? Now I knew there was a definite mistake and sent bak a message stating it.
"No, I wasn't. Both my parents died several years ago"
The messages were so strange and of course, I started to doubt. Had my parents adopted me and never told me? This was too much for me. I was sure my parents had been totally honest with me and would never had hidden such an information. They were very open about everything and I couldn't remotely imagine such a thing as an adoption. But of course, my curiosity was piqued. The next message was even stranger in this sense that he asked if my father's name was Jules... and it was. How on earth did this stranger get that information? I couldn't deny it and answered affirmatively. The next message was a picture and at first sight it was a picture of my father but in his younger years.
I had never seen that picture before and God knows I had tons of pictures of my parents. I went to the pantry where I kept some old boxes and knew that one of them contained the old family pictures. I had always vowed to put them in an album but never came to it. I took out all the pictures I had and started to look them over one by one. Jack was sitting next to me and from time to time he looked at the picture the mysterious sender Joe had sent me. In some of the pictures we could see some resemblance although it was just that: resemblance. It was not that there was a clear evidence that it was the same person. Jack studied the faces on my mobile phone and the pictures we found of my father. Yes, it seemed the nose was very similar as well as the eyebrows and the form of the mouth. After about an hour of serious study of pictures, I sent a message to Joe.
"Sorry, the is not my father at all although there are some resemblances, but that can be said of hundreds of people"
The answer was immediate.
"The picture I sent you is not your father, it's me... I think you are my brother""
Jack and I were totally flabbergasted. Brother? I had no brother! What Joe was implying was that my father had been unfaithful to my mother and for me that was unthinkable. I had to know more.
"What's your birthday?"
I received an immediate answer and Joe was apparently about two years younger than I was. This was insane. The next message was coming in.
"Didn't know anything about it either. My mother died a few months ago and I found some traces of a father who I thought was dead... at least, that's what she made me believe"
My God! How can a mother make believe things to her child and on top of that keep evidence that states the contrary? Some family secrets are really difficult to understand. Anyway, Joe seemed to be in an awkward situation with nobody to turn to. I didn't want to be in his shoes, but as a matter of fact I was, wondering if indeed my father had had a secret affair. Did my Mum know about it? And, if she did, why hadn't she said anything about it?
Meanwhile, Joe sent another picture and neither Jack nor I could believe our eyes. The picture was MY spitting image although a few years younger.
"Where did you get that picture from?"
"It is me at age 25"
This was beginning to look like a nightmare. I tried to find a picture of my own at about the same age and when I found it, it was as if we were twins with Joe. I sent him the picture, mentioning it was me at around the same age.
His answer took quite some time to arrive.
"I really want to meet you if you agree"
I looked at Jack, questioning him with my eyes. It was the first time I couldn't read him. Jack is, normally seen, an open book for me. For the very first time he seemed as lost as I was. What on earth was going on? Was it real that I was having a brother without knowing his existence? What had happened all these years ago? But more than anything: why had my parents not told me anything about it? Jack told me to invite Joe to come over. All this information was not something to discuss by Whatsapp. He thought it was better to face reality.
I invited Joe to come to our place and he accepted immediately, saying he was only about an hour away. As this situation was out of any sense, Jack called Audrey. Her wisdom and clairvoyance on things would certainly help. She arrived before Joe and we had time to update her with the events. We had talked about my parents in the past and Audrey had a difficult time to believe my parents would have hidden such things from me.
When I opened the door to let Joe in, there was not the slightest doubt in my mind that we were brothers. Sometimes it is difficult to see resemblances for oneself, but there was no way I could deny it. The other thing was that I felt deep inside that Joe indeed was my brother. Don't ask me how I knew it. I just did. The strangest thing was that I instantly felt love for him. Before we even entered the living room where Jack and Audrey were waiting, Joe and I fell in each other's arms, hugging like the long lost brothers we were both convinced we were. Jack and Audrey were awestruck when seeing Joe, but the big surprise came from Jimmy. He came in the living room and when I said to him who the "stranger" was, Jimmy naturally went over to him and hugged Joe saying: "Hello Uncle Joe". Jimmy was not the kind of kid listening behind the door and could not possibly know what was going on. His instinct told him Joe was his uncle.
We all sat down, recovering from the surprises that came in bulk. The pictures I had been rummaging through before Joe's arrival, were still on the coffee table and there was one of my Dad and Mum together on top of them all. Joe saw it and asked permission to look at it. He took the picture in his hand and just said that it was a picture of his parents. Now, I was a hundred percent sure that it was a picture of my parents as I even remembered when it had been taken. I told Joe what I knew about the picture. From the plastic bad Joe hard with him, he took out an album and looked through it till he found what he was looking for. It was a picture of who he claimed to be his mother. My mouth fell open in total astonishment. I was looking at a picture of my Mum. On the back of the picture there was something written: Jeanet.
Jeanet? My mother's name was Juliette. It was Audrey who came with a possible explanation.
-Were they twin sisters?
For my part I had never heard about a sister of my Mum's. Joe had never heard of one himself, but it was the only logical explanation to have two identical women on different pictures. There was simply no other decent explanation, but we would never know the whole truth about it all. Both our mother's had died and my father as well.
A hundred thousand scenarios played in my head and I tried to express them as clearly as possible. Was it possible that Joe's Mum had tricked my father in having sex, pretending to be Juliette? If indeed they were twin sisters, the confusion was possible. But how was it possible Jeanette hid her pregnancy? Or was it that the two sisters didn't speak to each other. Did Juliette discover that Jeanette had tricked her husband to have sex and therefor cut off all communication with her? Did the two sisters hate each other that much? It was strange for twins. Twins have a very special and strong bond.
-It is a pity that we can't use the modern techniques any more, Joe said. It would have been easy if we could have DNA tests done.
That brought me on an idea. I still had that little frame on my desk with the hair of my parents. I wondered if that would be enough to determine what we had to know, together with my DNA and Joe's? I had just mentioned it when Audrey took out her cellphone and dialed a number. She was online with someone who apparently knew things about DNA. When she finished her call she updated us.
-If you want, with the hairs of your parents and both your DNA, some people can determine exactly if you are family or not. It is up to you both to say if you want to go through with it. It will erase all doubts and they can even determine if Juliette and Jeanette were twin sisters if you Joe have any form of providing anything that can detect the DNA of your Mum.
-If you say some hair would be enough, Joe answered, I haven't touched my Mum's things in her bedroom. I am sure there are some hairs of her on her brush that is still on her vanity table.
Audrey called back the same person and made an appointment for the very next day for us to go and give samples for our DNA, plus the hairs of the little frame I had and Joe promised to bring his mother's hairbrush. Once that was settled, Jack disappeared in the kitchen and started our meal. It seemed natural and normal that Joe would stay. We had so much to tell each other. Just when we were about to sit down to eat, Jared rang at our door. For us there was no doubt as to add a plate on the table and have him eat with us.
What we didn't expect was the connection Jared and Joe had. They just couldn't take their eyes off of each other. The conversation at the table was fluent, but we had the impression that Jared and Joe were in a hurry to leave. No, they were not rude or impolite. It was just that we felt like they wanted to be on their own although they had just met.
Once our guests had left the house, Jack looked at me with a mischievous grin.
-I told you Jared had a crush on you and seeing your probable brother, his feelings switched over. My gaydar tells me Joe is as gay as we are although we haven't talked about it. Didn't you feel that they wanted to be alone? I sure did.
Yes, I felt it, but it was confirmed by Jack. It was also confirmed the next day when I went for my appointment for DNA. Joe didn't arrive alone. Jared was with him. The both had that grin on their face that told me they hadn't slept a lot and had been busy with other things. Once in, they took a sample of our saliva, but also extracted some blood to be sure. I opened the frame with the hair of my parents and Joe had a plastic bag with the hairbrush of his mother. Every sample received due marking and we were told it would take about two weeks to have the complete results. Joe as well as me, would receive the results by mail. I assumed that it would be the longest two weeks in my life, but strangely enough, those two weeks flew by very quickly. We had agreed that we would open the envelopes together.
During this waiting time, Joe was often at our place, together with Jared, of course. Jack had been right from the start and it was obvious Joe and Jared had fallen in love with each other. In fact, they were inseparable. If you saw Jared, Joe was very close by and vice versa. Jack and I were quite happy to see that at last Jared was not alone anymore. We soon learned that Joe was professor of Physics and Chemistry at the university. It was incredible to see Jimmy asking him a million question about the subject. Jimmy, since a very young age was a feverish fan of the CSI series on television. He was only twelve when he said he wanted to become a CSI himself, but not on the field, but in a laboratory. At the speed he was learning, and with Jared's help, he was really advanced for his age. With Joe being more and more at the house, he learned the basics of Physics and Chemistry at the speed of light.
When the mailman delivered the envelope coming form the DNA services, I was tempted to open it immediately, but I remembered the promise we made. I sent a message by Whatsapp to Joe to tell him to drop by that evening. I was nervous although I had no reason to be. The evidence was as clear as water, but we just wanted to have the confirmation of what we thought. The results were obvious. Yes, Joe and I were brothers and we received the confirmation that our mothers were indeed twin sisters. What happened between them and our father would remain a mystery but as none of the sisters had talked about the other, the suspicion was quite strong something and happened to separate them. To know I had a younger brother was like a present to me. Suddenly I had a family member I had never heard of.
Our lives had been quite similar, except that I had had my father at my side where Joe hadn't. He had had a few stepfathers, but none of them had stayed long enough to leave a permanent print on him. As our mothers were twins, our upbringing and values were very similar. We both had university degrees but Joe had gone a bit farther in his studies than I. We both had left our home town approximatively at the same time. Joe lived only about an hour away from me and we often met. Soon enough, Joe and Jared admitted they were in a serious relationship and were thinking about living together. That brought some issues as none of both wanted to abandon their jobs and driving an hour to go to work was fastidious, even more because Jared didn't have a car. Train connections or public transport was the only way to do it, but was not as easy as that. Fortunately, both had their weekends off working from Friday evening to Monday morning they could enjoy each other. We were happy for them.
Our Sunday lunches with Audrey were soon with Joe and Jared as well. Audrey called it her "Extended Family Lunch" as she considered every one of us as her sons and Jimmy her grandson. Jimmy loved to spend the Sunday afternoon with his grandmother and Audrey loved to be with him. She had always something to tell him from her past and Jimmy taught her to use the new technologies, such as smartphones and tablets. Their time together gave us the possibility to have some private time for us. It was not unusual to find us in the middle of the afternoon completely naked as we were about to make love or just did it.
On a particular Sunday afternoon, Audrey and Jimmy were once more walking in the park and Jack made it clear to his mother that she could REALLY take her time. It was difficult to be more obvious. As soon as Jimmy and Audrey were out of the door, Jack was all over me, kissing me with an undeniable passion. We left a trail of clothing from the living room to the bedroom where we fell in each other's arms on the bed, expressing our love. Only by the way Jack devoured my mouth and pushed his tongue deep in my throat, I knew he was in the mood to top me. I wasn't going to deny his and my pleasure, but before reaching that stage, I knew he was going on a travel over my body as if it was the first time. Jack could really take his time to kiss me all over my face before he dedicated his time to my ears and my neck. He could lick my entire body, starting with my chest, giving the necessary attention to my nipples which were, as he well knew, directly wired to my nether regions. If he just licked and kissed my nipples, I was in for a soft and romantic lovemaking. If, on the contrary, he bit and pinched them, I knew the beast in him would wake up and it would be a more rough approach of what was to come. That afternoon he pinched my nipples quite hard and I was already leaking precum in anticipation of his invasion of my ass.
Jack licked out my bellybutton just before he went for his grand prize. He didn't start with soft kisses on my cock-head. Instead, he engulfed my manhood as if there was no tomorrow, twirling his tongue over my mushroom and bobbing up and down like a well oiled machine. I had to grab his head by his ears to slow him down as I didn't want to come so soon. He understood what I did and left my ragging hard-on quiet for a moment, while swallowing my balls in the hot cavern of his mouth. His action made sure my baby-makers were in full alert. I already had difficulty to breath and I was squirming under his ministrations. Oh my... he certainly knew which buttons to push to have me going. I automatically spread my legs wide and he took that as an invitation. His hands caressed my thighs and when he was at the back of my knees, he started to lift my legs towards my chest. Of course, it exposed my rosebud and I already had involuntary spasm that made my ass wink at him. Jack was so predictable and my winking made him dive between my buttocks, pushing his tongue as far as it could reach, wetting my private entrance and making it ready for his cock to enter easily.
-Enter me Baby, just make love to me !
Jack didn't need more than these few words to get on his knees between my legs and put his cock-head right on target. He had left so much spit on my ass and was leaking so much precum, that there was no need for supplementary lubrication. I could feel him rubbing his cock-head on my hole as if he wanted to make a slow and soft entrance, but I knew him so well. He was just preparing himself to a real invasion that would take my breath away and that was exactly what he did. In one powerful thrust, his manhood was deep inside of me, literally pushing the air out of my lungs. He was considerate enough to stay still till I breathed again and assured himself that I was doing so by kissing me. As soon as I responded his kiss, he knew he could start to go in and out of me. With his arms around my neck, he lifted me till I was almost sitting in his lap with his cock deeply buried in me. It felt so good to have him in me and I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, but also through his cock. I contracted my ass-muscles as hard as I could and released my grip, to just squeeze my muscles again around his hard-on.
I was not the only one who had problems breathing. We were also sweating and that made the rubbing of our bodies against each other even more pleasurable. Jack laid me down again and put himself on his hands and feet as if he was going to do some push-ups. In fact, that was exactly what he did, rubbing my love-tunnel and my prostate with an incredible speed and strength. I loved it when he made love to me like that, although I knew he wouldn't be able to control his orgasm very long. I just wanted it to go on for hours as he was caressing and rubbing places inside of me that took me to heaven and back several times. Each thrust on my prostate made me shout his name louder.
When Jack started to shoot his load in me, I was in total overdrive and couldn't keep my juice in my balls. Jack filled my bowels while I coated our bellies that were almost pressed together. I didn't know how we managed, but most of the time we climaxed together and as a result, we almost every time fell asleep as well. That afternoon was no exception and we woke up to the noise of the closing door. Audrey and Jimmy were back. My God! Our clothes were still a bit everywhere from the living room to our bedroom and we were sure that Audrey as well as Jimmy would see it. We got the confirmation to that when we heard Jimmy talk to his grandmother.
-Oh my... they are at IT again...
To be continued... IF ....
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