JARED:

    After our parents' accident, my little brother Henry went to live in our old childhood home on Stag Meadow Lane, while I traveled the world. Work took me to the Russian tundra, to the Brazilian jungle, and the Australian desert. Henry sometimes mentioned that he envied my ability to travel the globe, but he had no idea how much I pined for a quiet life in a family-friendly cul-de-sac like the one he lived on. I wanted a wife and kids more than anything; instead, I got a collection of air miles. 

    Of all the remote places I'd been to, Antarctica took the cake. It was there that I found myself when I got the email that my father had finally woken up from his ten-year coma. I wanted to get on the first flight to Phoenixville immediately, but it wasn't so easy. The only flights from our research base were to Argentina, and we had to wait for weeks – sometimes months – for them, depending on the weather. Finally, after an excruciatingly long wait, I'd made it back home.

    Meeting my father who didn't recognize me was a bizarre experience. I couldn't even imagine what it must've been like for Henry back when Dad first woke up. At least by now, I had some idea of what to expect. My father had gotten used to his "condition," and I was happy to hear that it was slowly improving. I gave him the biggest hug I'd ever given anyone, and I assured him that I was here to stay. One upside to working in Antarctica was that it made me enough money to live off of for months. Henry's fiancé Xavier didn't seem too thrilled to have another family member moving into the house, but this was our family home and I didn't particularly care what Xavier – who was living here rent-free – had to say about it.

    My first night back on the Lane, I took a hot bath AND a hot shower. For the first time in months, I didn't have to worry about preserving hot water. I shaved my beard, which took over half an hour, leaving just a short, neat stubble on my face. The following day, my brother and I went for a walk along the Lane, just like we sometimes did when we were growing up. We talked about Dad, about each other, and about all the changes on our street.

    "There's a new person living there," Henry said, pointing at #7, one of the houses at the circular dead end of the cul-de-sac. "His name's Cesar and no one knows much about him. Xavier is convinced he's a dope dealer, but he's yet to offer any evidence to back up that theory."

    "Looks like that Cesar guy isn't the only new arrival on the Lane," I said a few minutes later as we'd turned around and reached #10. There was a large U-haul truck parked there, with two women standing next to it. One of them was Angela Johnston, who lived at #3 and worked as a real estate agent. If I had to guess, the woman standing next to her was #10's new resident. She looked to be my age – maybe a year or two older – and she was extremely attractive, with orange-red hair which matched the autumn foliage on the ground. She was holding a coffee cup in her hands and I immediately noticed there was no wedding ring on her finger.

    "Hello, Angela," I greeted our neighbor, who immediately came in to hug me and my brother. Next thing I know, Angela was showing us photos of her grandson Phoenix on her phone and talking to us about her sons Rory and Taylor who lived in New York.

    "Oh, but look at me, talking about my family instead of introducing you. How rude," Angela said after a few minutes and turned to the woman standing next to her. "This is Elizabeth. She's just moving in. Liz, this is Henry, he lives next door to me at #2. And this is his brother Jared."

    Finally, I got to shake Liz's hand, which was even softer than I'd expected it to be.

    "Now, Jared, are you just visiting?" Angela asked me.

    "Actually, I'm here to stay for a few months, to follow my dad's recovery," I said. "After that… we'll see."

    From there, we talked briefly about our dad, his coma, and his amnesia. I did my best to leave Liz with the impression that I was a man who cared about family.

    "Are you moving in on your own?" I asked Liz delicately as we made eye contact. 

    "No," she said. ("Damn. Please don't say 'a boyfriend' next," I thought.)

    "With my sons," Liz added. ("Phew, a single mom. Okay, I can work with that.")

    She pointed at the truck, and I noticed three teenage boys sitting in it. Liz beckoned them out of the vehicle, and they came out to introduce themselves. Their hair was a bit darker than their mother's – more auburn than red – but otherwise they clearly took after her and inherited her good looks. They were triplets and nearly identical to each other, even though they had distinguishing traits.

    "I'm Mason," said the only boy who wore glasses.

    "Wyatt," his brother said next, giving me a firm handshake. Even though he was wearing a sweater I could make out his muscles underneath, and I was willing to bet this boy played football or hit the gym regularly.

    "I'm Finn," the final brother introduced himself. He had longer hair than his brothers, and a small piercing on one ear.

    "How old are you boys?" my brother asked our new neighbors.

    "We're 15," said bespectacled Mason.

    "Turning 16 soon!" earringed Finn chimed in.

    "Damn, I thought you were high school seniors or something," my brother laughed. He was right: the boys could easily pass for 18, especially muscled Wyatt.

    "I was just telling Liz about the Halloween fair," Angela filled us in. "It's this weekend and you have to come. It'll be a great way to meet all the neighbors."

    "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Liz replied and made eye contact with me, which I liked to think wasn't a coincidence.

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HENRY:

    During the ten years while our father was in a coma, my brother Jared came to visit once a year, but he never stayed too long. This time, he showed up with several suitcases full of his stuff and he brought all of them up to his old room. For the first time since we were in high school, my brother and I were back living together in our parents' house.

    On Halloween, our entire family dressed up to go to the town's Halloween fair. My fiancé orchestrated everyone's costumes and made sure we all matched. He was dressed up in drag and going as Dorothy of Kansas. My father was the Cowardly Lion; my brother the Scarecrow; and I the Tin Man. 

    "Does this mean you think I don't have a heart?" I asked Xavier.

    "Don't look too much into it. Unless you wanna be the one wearing the dress?" he teased. In fact, I doubt I could've persuaded Xavier to change his costume even if I tried. He'd picked a really short dress with a large cleavage, which showed off his amazing legs and his muscles but was borderline inappropriate for a family-friendly carnival.

    My costume wasn't too bad. The silver body paint on my face and hands was less sticky than I'd expected, and my metallic suit was simple and easy to wear. My father basically wore one giant onesie, which looked very comfortable (except maybe in the crotch area, where it was a bit tight and showed off Dad's family jewels somewhat obscenely). The one who looked the best in his costume was my brother, however. He looked less like a scarecrow and more like a lumberjack, wearing a flannel shirt and jeans tucked into his boots. The bit of straw stuffed in his boots was the only thing that said "scarecrow" about the look. Jared's plaid shirt fit him tight and he complained about looking "fat"; but I thought it made him look thick and attractive. 

    When we got to the town square, the fair was in full swing. There were a couple dozen stands selling various goods. One of them was run by Reggie, The Hungry Stag's owner, who was out here selling pumpkin-flavored coffee and other drinks. I went to say hi to him, his son Emmett, and Emmett's husband Vince. The three of them were all dressed as each other: Reggie was serving drinks dressed as a cop; Emmett was wearing his dad's diner uniform; and Vince was dressed as "a journalist" (even though I wouldn't have guessed it if I hadn't been told – the notepad he was holding hardly gave it away).

    I got my drink at the booth and we all talked about how this year's fair is bigger than ever.

    "Look, even that Cesar guy is here," Emmett pointed out our mysterious new neighbor. Unsurprisingly, Cesar was walking around not wearing a costume. I tried to make my way to him to say hi, but by the time I'd fought my way through the crowd he'd evaporated, just like the fake fog that was all around us. 

    A couple of hours later, I bumped into my brother who by that point seemed to be drunk. I didn't know Jared to be a big drinker, but I guess there was nothing to do in Antarctica but drink oneself to sleep every night. In an effort to sober him up, I asked Jared to go for a walk with me. Soon, we found ourselves in front of The Hungry Stag, and I suggested we go inside for a cup of coffee.

    At the diner, Jared started talking to me about Liz, our new neighbor, and how cute she was. Apparently the two of them had just had a chat at the Halloween fair, and it was clear my brother had a crush on her. He had no idea how cute he looked talking about it.

    "But I need to go slow, right? I don't wanna freak her out," Jared said to me across the table. "She's a single mom, I'm sure she's interested in something more serious."

    "You never know," I shrugged.

    "No, I'll take things slowly with her. If she's even interested, we'll see," Jared said, taking a sip of coffee. "Which is too bad, because I'm ready to jump right in. Fuck, I haven't even had a blowjob in three months."

    "What?!" I said, spitting out some of my coffee. I'd never heard my brother say the word "blowjob" to me.

    "Nevermind, I'm a bit drunk. Our whole research team in Antarctica was all men, so I'm too eager now that I'm around women again."

    "Wait," I asked, "but three months ago you were in Antarctica. If everyone there was a man, who did you get a blowjob from?"

    My brother laughed, then sighed, then answered my question.

    "Okay, I can tell you. You're gay so I know you won't judge me. While we were there, I let one of the other guys suck me off a few times. He was bi, and he had a wife and kids back home. But you just go stir crazy at a place like that, all sorts of stuff happens."

    The idea of my brother getting his dick sucked by a guy turned me on immediately, but I was even more excited by the fact he was telling me all this, at such a public place as well. Whatever Jared had had to drink tonight definitely worked wonders at loosening his tongue.

    "So tell me about these blowjobs," I asked, adjusting my growing cock under the table.

    "What's to say? I'm sure you've sucked plenty of dick, you know how it goes," my brother replied.

    "I mean, did you enjoy it? Cuz it was from a guy and all?"

    "Of course, a blowjob's a blowjob," Jared shrugged and casually sipped his coffee.

    Sitting across from my brother, I started to remember all of the times I would break into his room growing up and sniff his underwear while jerking off. I also flashed back to his digital camera full of pictures and videos of Jared jerking off. I remembered watching those vids and jacking off along with him, thirsting after his straight cock.

    "So would you let a guy suck your dick again?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, when in fact I was fully hard under the table by now.

    "Yeah, sure," said Jared. "Why, you know anyone?" he laughed.

    "There's a cruising ground right behind this diner," I told him. "You know what that is?" He shook his head. "It's a place where men go looking for sex. It's a good place to get a quick blowjob from a stranger."

    "See, gay men know what it's about," Jared chuckled.

    "I mean, some straight men go there as well, when they need some release," I said. "If you want… we can check it out now."

    "Oh what the hell, sounds like a laugh," he said, finished his coffee bottoms-up and followed me behind the diner, across the parking lot and into the woods. It was now dark outside and hard to see – and just as hard to walk with the throbbing boner in my jeans.

    "Looks like you could use a blowjob as well," my brother noted, pointing at my obscene bulge. "Where's Xavier when you need him?"

    "Haha," I laughed it off. I continued making my way through the cruising area, hoping to come across anyone willing to suck both Jared and me. Now THAT would be hot! Getting a blowjob alongside my big brother, our cockheads rubbing against each other in a stranger's mouth. Unfortunately, I knew my fiancé would never agree to something like that, but the fantasy only made my cock harder as we walked.

    Alas, the cruising ground seemed to be deserted, which was no big surprise at this hour. Most people were probably at the Halloween fair. But I was horny – too horny to hold it in! I pulled down my zipper at the same time as asking my brother, "You don't mind, do you?"
   "What?" he asked. Then, he saw me pull out my hard dick, illuminated by the moonlight, and comprehension dawned on his face. "You wanna have a wank here?"

    "I gotta bust a nut," I said, something I never thought I'd be admitting to my brother just ten minutes ago.

    "Go for it, man. I think I'm gonna join you," Jared said to my delight. He started to pull down his own zipper and I almost shot my load right there and then when I saw my brother's cock pop out of his jeans.

    It was my first time seeing Jared's hard dick in person. We'd grown distant over the years, but in a weird way that distance now made it easier to do something like this together. It felt like we were getting to know each other all over again. I looked down at my brother's tool, not even trying to hide the fact that I was staring at it. Jared probably noticed, and he unbuttoned his jeans as well, showing off more of his cock and unshaved pubic area. His pubes were just as bushy and unruly as his beard had been yesterday before he shaved it.

    "Fuck, bro," I moaned, jacking off in front of my brother and watching him do the same. Jared had no idea Dad and I used to perv out together, including the time Dad fucked me in Jared's bed. I always thought of my older brother as quite "conservative" compared to Dad and me, but apparently I was way off.

    "Fuck yeah, man. It feels nice, don't it?" Jared smiled while working his cock. The moon shone down on him like a spotlight, illuminating the precum which was dripping down from his piss slit onto the leaves on the ground. I watched thirstily as it went to waste. I licked my lips, then looked up at my brother's eyes.

    "You wanna suck it, don't you?" Jared asked, surprising me. "That's why you were asking me about blowjobs at the diner. You wanna suck my cock."

    I stood there, stroking my boner, fully aware that my brother could read me like an open book, but I didn't say anything. I just looked at his eyes, occasionally distracted by his precum dripping onto the ground.

    "Well go on then," Jared nodded downward. "Go for it."

    I dove right in, dropping my knees onto the leaf-covered soil and burying my nose in my brother's bushy pubes, taking his rod all the way down my throat. It smelled so familiar after all those years of sniffing his underwear; it almost felt like this was the hundredth blowjob I was giving him, not the first. 

    Jared's precum was no longer going to waste; it was now going straight down my gullet and into my stomach. I'd tasted our Dad's precum before – albeit more than ten years ago – and it was refreshingly hot and pervy to have another family member dripping down my throat once again. I sucked my brother's cock for dear life, savoring his essence, taking in his musk and sweat. In the distance, music played from the town square. Everyone was there with their families, bobbing for apples while I was here, bobbing my head up and down my brother's rod.

    "Fuck man, you're good," my big brother complimented me, running his fingers through my silver-painted hair. Hearing that made me feel proud, but it also motivated me to make sure my bro got the best blowjob of his life! This was his homecoming present from me: a brojob. I worked my lips and my tongue, tickling every inch of my brother's cut cock while my fingers focused on his hairy balls. I reached down into his underwear and pressed up against his taint as well, rubbing that area while his dick drove further and further down my throat. Every now and then, my other hand would reach down to stroke my own boner, but most of my effort was focused on Jared and his pleasure.

    "Fuck, man. You're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that," my brother said after a few minutes. It didn't take him long, but horny as he was I didn't blame him. 

    "Do you want me to slow down?" I asked, looking up at him.

    "Nah. But pull out if you don't wanna swallow," he advised me.

    "Are you kidding me?" I smirked and dove back in, taking his cock balls-deep in my mouth and going harder than ever. A couple of minutes later, Jared's tool started vibrating in my mouth and his balls exploded, depositing a warm stream of precious brotherly cum down my throat. I continued milking him, swallowing every drop as I bust my own nut all over the leafy ground. 

    "Fuck, fuck, fuck," my brother panted, thrusting his hips back and forth and fucking my face with both hands on each side of my head. I relaxed and let him fuck my throat like his own little fuck toy. Being used by him only made me cum harder, adding to all of the semen which already covered this whole cruising ground.

    Finally, Jared's orgasm subsided. His legs and hips continued to shake for a few moments, and I held onto his big thighs as I pulled back, saying goodbye to his dick.

    "Let's go back to the fair," I said to my big brother with a smile as he helped me get back up on my feet and put his arm around me. We tucked our cocks away and then walked back to the party in an embrace.

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    Back at the Halloween fair, I was too much in a daze to pay attention to many of the activities. Some of my face paint was now dripping down my face, but thankfully no one asked any questions about why I was sweating so much. With my brother's cum freshly in my stomach, I was ready to call this the best Halloween ever. I found Xavier and gave him a quick kiss, hoping he couldn't taste the cock on my lips. In an effort to distract his attention, I pointed at the nearest stand and said "Oh look, a fortune teller! Let's go see what that's about."

    Xavier and I walked to the stand, where we also bumped into my buddy Emmett. We talked to the fortune teller, who had big curly hair and a silk scarf wrapped around her head. She told us her name was Cassandra, and charged me $20 for a reading in her crystal ball.

    "Your whole life will be turned upside down soon," she said in a voice that I found way more dramatic than necessary. "Secrets will be revealed, and the mighty and powerful will soon fall from grace. I see a forbidden love, and thoughtless passion. Someone near to you will deceive you, and it will have consequences to everyone around you… deathly consequences. Before the end of the year, someone close to you… someone at this very fair… will die at the hands of another here."

    "Oookay. Thank you for that," I said, making awkward eye contact with my fiancé and my friend as we stepped away from the fortune teller's stand.​