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Bryce had been something of a loser in his younger days. Most of his time was spent with his snout buried in textbooks that, while they earned him good marks, didn't do much for his social life. But the lack of friends hadn't really bothered him. He had Vaughn, after all.

Vaughn was Bryce's older twin brother and best friend. Well, only friend, really. Them being so close had always seemed so strange to those around them seeing as the two were complete opposites. Vaughn was athletic and popular, seemingly able to make friends just by walking into a room. Everyone loved Vaughn while they merely tolerated Bryce because he was the brother of the most loved roo around. Truth was that Bryce didn't really care. He didn't care what anyone thought about him, whether he was loved or hated, all that mattered was what Vaughn thought. Vaughn loved him so who cared what anyone else thought.

Love. Now an adult, Bryce thought about that word a lot. Vaughn loved him and he loved Vaughn. They were brothers, after all, and it was perfectly normal to love your brother, right? This was the mantra that ran through Bryce's head every day since they'd been teens. His feelings were normal. He wasn't depraved or sick for loving his twin. But no matter how many times he said it to himself, he knew, deep down, that he was a lying sack of shit. All thanks to the fact his type of 'love' wasn't the same kind of innocent familial affections one in his position was supposed to feel. And he realised this all thanks to an innocent one particularly hot Summer's day not long after they'd turned eighteen.

There'd been a large, grassy area behind their house that Vaughn and his friends often used as a makeshift soccer field. Not being the sporty type but also not wanting to be away from his brother, Bryce would often tag along with a book and sit by the sidelines as the boys played their game. Despite having no interest in the sport, Bryce often found himself ignoring his book to instead peer over the pages to stare at the young men as they ran around the field, his eyes tracing the sweat that ran down their necks and at the pecs of those that decided to go shirtless. Bryce knew he was gay. Everyone knew Bryce was gay. He'd never been ashamed of it and didn't care what others thought. Still, he tried his best to hide his staring. Even if Vaughn's friends were seemingly accepting, few straight men were all that happy with being checked out by another guy, so, he tried his best to keep his gawking on the down low.

But as the Summer days grew hotter, Bryce found himself staring at one young man in particular. Much like many of his friends, Vaughn had decided going shirtless was his best option on those sweltering afternoons and while Bryce hadn't thought too much of it, it was when the shorts came out that Bryce realised he was in trouble. You see, Vaughn loved his jeans and, thus, only really owned one pair of short pants, a pair he'd owned for so long that they didn't exactly fit the best on his roo rump anymore. In fact, they were so small that they were more like underwear than anything and placed absolutely everything on display. Bryce often found himself staring at his brother's well muscled thighs especially, telling himself it was just because he was jealous. After all, they were kangaroos, a race known for their strong legs and why wouldn't someone as scrawny and weak as him glare with envy at how well trained another's thighs were? But as he continued to ogle at Vaughn, he soon realised it wasn't envy he was staring at him with.

He was attracted to his own brother. The mere thought of it made him sick. They'd shared a womb for fucks sakes. But no matter what he told himself about how wrong it was or how much he tried to focus his attention on other men instead, his gaze always went back to his brother on those hot, Summer afternoons.

Naturally, Bryce had never told anyone about his blossoming attraction towards Vaughn or how over the years he'd discovered it wasn't just brotherly love he felt for the other, about how he fantasized about holding hands while walking through the park or chaste kisses as they sat on the beach, tails intertwined as they watched the sun setting over the waves. He didn't just want sex, he wanted the whole boyfriend package deal and that made him sick to his stomach more than anything.

Bryce let out a sigh. It had been a good ten years since that Summer when he discovered his feelings for Vaughn were a little more than platonic. Ten years of trying to move on, to find someone to build a life with and get over his attraction Vaughn but, no matter what he did or who he dated, in the back of his mind he was always comparing them to his twin. Vaugh would never like a movie that this. Vaughn would never slurp his soup like that. Was this guy seriously pouring his milk before his cereal? Vaughn would never!

In hindsight they were all insignificant (aka dumb as hell) reasons not to date any of these men but he couldn't help it. Vaughn was just so perfect. Who could ever compare to him? No one, that's who. Vaughn was, after all, his perfect man.

"What happened to Chuck? He seemed nice."

Bryce winced at his brother's voice before stammering out a, "H-he was. Really, but, he just wasn't 'the one', you know?"

"Dude, you're nearly thirty and you haven't dated a guy for longer than three months. Me thinks the good sir's standards are a bit too high. Remember the guy you said you couldn't see anymore because he put his milk before his cereal? The hell was up with that?"

Vaughn burst out laughing with Bryce letting out a nervous chuckle. "I mean, there was other stuff." Like the fact he wasn't you, Bryce had to stop himself from saying.

The two brother's were currently in Bryce's living room, eating pizza and only half paying attention to whatever cheesy horror movie they'd put on. While junk food fueled movie marathons had been a staple of their lives growing up, as they got older they found their little bonding ritual being pushed aside as work and dating became more prevalent in their lives. Well, in Vaughn's life, at least when it came to the latter. Much to Bryce's chagrin, his twin's dating life was very active. Saturday night rolled around and it seemed he never had a problem finding a date. Bryce didn't get it. Why would he want to spend the weekend with some girl instead of his own brother?

"Listen, man," Vaughn said, his voice going low as his eyes locked with Bryce's, a typical Vaughn indication that things were about to get serious. "Is something wrong? You know you can talk to me, right? You talk about getting married and having kids but your relationships rarely ever last longer than a 'Hello, how are you?' You know, if you're going through some emotional stuff that you can tell me, right?"

He was going through some stuff, all right, but he wasn't about to tell the object of his obsession all the sordid details. Instead he picked up another slice of pizza, mumbled a, "Like what?" before stuffing half of it into his face hole.

"I dunno, like, maybe you were with a guy that hurt you in the past and now you're too scared to commit now because of it?"

"That's pretty specific, bro," Bryce said through a mouthful of cheese.

"I mean, not really. Stuff like that happens all the time. Remember Chelsea?"

Chelsea. How could he forget? She was this cute little magpie Vaughn had been head over heels in love with all throughout university. Everyone thought they were going to get married. But a month before they graduated, the two split up, much to the surprise of everyone. And to the delight of Bryce. Sure, he was sad to see how the breakup hurt his brother but he couldn't deny how painful it had been to see him with her. With Chelsea he was always smiling and laughing, a twinkle in his eye that Bryce had never been able to give him.

The relationship ending had just about destroyed Vaughn and it had taken a long time for him to get back into the dating game. Bryce had always wondered just what had happened to end such a happy coupling but his twin had always been so tight-lipped about it, stating the cause was too painful to discuss. Unlike most of their family and friends who begged the young man to tell them just what had happened, Bryce hadn't really been all that bothered. The relationship was over and that was really all that mattered. But now he was intrigued. He hadn't spoken about the magpie in years so him bringing her up now was definitely something worth taking notice of.

Bryce's ears were perked up for peak listening and, with a gentle push, asked, "What exactly happened with Chelsea, V? I know you don't like talking about her but if it's okay..."

"Dude, I brought her up," Vaughn said with a pained laugh, "no need to worry about hurting my feelings. I'm past all that now anyway."

Bryce bit his lip to fight the urge to tell him he was obviously not passed it and instead waited for the other man to continue. With a heavy sigh he eventually said, in a voice so quiet that Bryce could barely hear him, "She cheated on me."

"What?" Bryce could barely believe his long ears. He simply sat there, mouth agape.

"I found out a year into our relationship. A friend found her making out with some rando at a party and sent me a pic. I was so in love with her that I just forgave her. I mean, it was just one kiss while hammered, right? No big deal?" He shook his head as he murmured to himself, "Fuck, I was such an idiot."

With a harsh intake of breath, Vaughn continued, "After I saw that picture, she didn't even try to hide that she was seeing other guys. Turned out it wasn't just one mistake at one party."

Bryce felt a boiling hot rage growing in the pit of his stomach. That coldhearted...how could she do something like that to him? Here Bryce was, worshipping the ground this man walked on, willing to do nearly anything for his love and this woman, who had his heart in the palm of her hand, crushed it and threw it away with yesterday's trash. Bryce was about to cuss her out ten ways to Sunday when he realised something. "But, wait, you dated all throughout uni. If you knew what she was doing that whole time then why-?"

"Why did we stay together?" Vaughn finished for him. "Because she was attractive, smart, funny, and every other thing you could think of that an insecure guy like me would want. Seriously, B, she was way outta my league and I knew it. There was no way I'd get another girl like that"

Bryce's jaw was practically on the ground as he blurted out, "You're joking, right? You're the hottest and coolest guy I know! Anyone would kill to be with you."

Vaughn broke out into a large grin as a soft blush broke out across his cheeks. "Yeah, right. I'm nothing special."

Bryce's eyes were drawn to the black vest that Vaughn wore, one that was a size or two too small for him, making it so that it stretched out beautifully across his chest, as if his pecs were about to break out at any second. He lifted a hand and placed it on his bare arm, giving the thick muscle a squeeze as he said, "V, I would kill to have muscles like yours. Seriously, have you looked in the mirror lately? No man is hotter."

"Hey, man, I've told you to come to the gym with me. Not tired of the twink look yet?"

"Sorry but I prefer looking at other men's muscles over my own."

He rubbed Vaughn's arm gently while his gaze was still trained on his chest. How on earth could Chelsea cheat on such a perfect man? That woman was the definition of insanity.

"Uh, bro, you can stop groping me now," Vaughn said with a nervous chuckle and Bryce immediately let him go.

"Yeah, sorry, my mind was somewhere else," he lied.

"Cool, cool."

There was a moment of awkward silence between them, only being broken by Vaughn who let out a clearly fake cough before saying, "So, yeah, I was just wondering if there was anything that happened like that to you and that's why you're afraid to get to close to somebody."

"I'm not afraid to get close to anyone. It's just that I'm..."

In love with you.

He couldn't say that. Not unless he wanted to lose the best friend he'd ever had. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he tried to come up with something to say. "I'm just a picky shopper, you know? The right guy will come around one day, I know it. Just gotta, uh, keep looking."

"Yeah, I get that. I've been more cautious about who I date since Chelsea." Vaughn then threw his head back and groaned. "Damn, I miss having a girlfriend. I haven't gone on a date in two months. Damn, being single sucks. Seriously, I thought I'd be married with a couple of joeys by now."

If only Bryce could help with that, the image of a white Winter wedding playing out in his mind. What would they call their kids, he wondered? He'd always liked the name Emma.

"Oh, shit, dude, is that the time?" Vaughn said, looking at the clock on the wall. He groaned as he added, "Damn, I hate driving this late. The streets are empty and so creepy at this hour."

"Well, you don't have to go home. Neither of us have work tomorrow so you could just stay the night and we could hangout more."

"Sounds like a plan to to," Vaughn said, grinning. "You're lucky you're so awesome to be around because I don't think I could handle sleeping on your old arse couch otherwise."

Vaughn called him awesome. He tried his hardest not to squee. He was so giddy that he barely even thought about what came out of his mouth next. "You could sleep in my bed if you wanted. Like we used to when we were little."

The surprised look Vaughn gave him immediately had his brain scrambling to backpaddle but, before he could say anything more, his brother said, "Sure. Don't see why not. As long as you're not the same blanket hog you were back then."

Bryce couldn't believe it. Vaughn had actually agreed to share a bed with him. He was on cloud nine. They hadn't slept in the same bed since they were ten, when Vaughn would sneak into Bryce's bed and they would stay up until the early hours of the morning reading comics over the covers until they fell asleep.

A little too eager, Bryce asked, "Do you want to go to bed now?"

"Nah, I'm not really that tired yet. Wanna pop on another movie?"

Trying not to sound too disappointed, Bryce agreed to another movie and the next hour and a half was filled with Vaughn laughing at the cheesy gore effects on the TV while Bryce was doing his best not to stare at his brother. It was a Herculean task.

When the movie was done, Vaughn yawned and stretched, his vest raising up just enough so that a sliver of his bare belly was revealed. Bryce quickly looked away when Vaughn turned to him with tired eyes. "Hey, mind if I use your shower real quick? Or would you like to go first?"

"We could always shower together," Bryce said without thinking.

While Bryce began to panic internally, Vaughn gave him a playful shove and said, "No can do, bro. Don't want you getting jealous over my monster dong."

Oh thank God he thought he was joking. He cheeks then grew red as what Vaughn said sank in. Bryce's eyes immediately shot down to Vaughn's crotch, for what had to be the millionth time that evening alone, his mouth growing dry at what was underneath that material. He'd seen his brother naked before, of course, and could definitely attest to him being larger than average. Bryce's own member was much the same an, alone in his room at night, with his eyes closed and his body laid bare, he'd often imagine the meat he was fondling in his hand was Vaughn's, his brother's length growing harder and longer with each pump of his twin's hand.

"I'll go first!" Bryce practically shouted as he leapt up and made a mad dash for the bathroom, hoping more than anything that Vaughn hadn't noticed the tent growing in his pants.

Half an hour later and Bryce was lying in bed in an old t-shirt and boxers, suddenly feeling very self-conscious of his bedtime attire. A faded shirt with a faded image of the Statue of Liberty on it was hardly sexy. When had he even gotten that shirt, anyway? He'd never even been to the states.

"Damn, man, you've got the fancy shampoo. I smell like I bucket of strawberries."

Vaughn walked into the room, fur still slightly damp from his shower, wearing nothing but a pair of blue briefs that were as tight as that vest of his had been. Bryce was so thankful he had a nice thick blanket covering him to hide his growing shame.

Vaughn flopped onto the bed and quickly buried himself under the blanket with a content sigh. He rolled over onto his side so that he was facing Bryce, the other roo quickly doing the same. Vaughn was so close and so warm, the heat from his body making Bryce's own grow hot.

With a smirk, Vaughn said, "Dude, I know we're red kangaroos but I didn't know someone could turn THAT red."

"W-what?"

"You're blushing, bro. Seriously, you look like a tomato. If you were that embarrassed about us sharing a bed, you do know you didn't have to do this, right?"

"I'm not embarrassed," Bryce mumbled. "You're gonna laugh but it's just that this is, well, kinda nice. Makes me think of when we were kids and always used to to this. Pretty sure we spent more time as kids in bed together than alone."

At the "in bed together" comment he couldn't help the way his eyes drew down towards Vaughn's lips, the urge to get closer to his brother growing stronger. Vaughn gave him a gentle smile and said, "Yeah, I get it. I miss those days, too. Staying up all night talking shit and just hanging out. Man I missed those days. Honestly, tonight was really fun and we don't do it enough. I know our jobs take up a lot of our time but we shouldn't let something like that or anything else get in the way of our us time."

"Like Chelsea did?"

Vaughn frowned. "What?"

Shit shit shit. He'd said too much. Bryce bit his lip, trying his best to think of a way out of his slip of the tongue. Eventually he just gave up, sighed and said, "You've got to admit that we didn't spend as much time together when she was around. Actually, we barely saw each other at all."

Vaughn sighed. "I know but you know how it is, right? When you're with someone you really love it's hard to keep track of other stuff."

"Of course I get it. That's exactly how I feel when I'm with you."

"Come on, man, that's different."

"Why does it have to be different?"

Vaughn gave him a look Bryce couldn't quite read, making the kangaroo wish he'd just kept his big mouth shut. He was toeing over a dangerous line and he needed to think of a way to back out and fast.

"Bryce, don't...don't do this..." Vaughn looked almost as if he was in pain when he said those words, leaving Bryce confused and concerned. "Damnit, why do you have to say shit like that?"

What happened next, Bryce didn't think would ever happen in a million years. When Vaughn leaned in and pressed his lips lightly against his, it felt as though his soul had left his body. The kiss was chaste and lasted only a moment but when Vaugh pulled away, Bryce was left there, speechless, unsure if he'd ever be able to speak again. No, that didn't just happen. Vaughn hadn't kissed him. Vaughn would never kiss him. So, then, why did his lips feel so warm and tingly?

A heavy silence filled the room as the two men just lay there, Bryce in shock and Vaughn wearing an expression as if he were in actual physical pain. Bryce finally broke down the wall of awkward by saying, "What the hell was that?"

"Shit, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to..." Vaughn said with a choked sob, looking like he was on the verge of a breakdown. "Fuck, I'm so messed up. I can't stop thinking about making out with my brother. My own fucking brother."

Bryce couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Vaughn wanted him in the same way he'd fantasized about for years. Without a second thought, he smashed his lips against Vaughn's, the other man freezing, but only for a moment, before he eagerly returned the kiss. Teeth clacked together while tongues messily explored the warm caverns of each other's mouths, neither man wanting the moment to end.

Vaughn pulled Bryce in closer until their bodies were pressed flush against one another and Bryce could feel the already growing hardness of Vaughn's erection pressing against him. Bryce moaned, Vaughn's dick twitching in response. Then, much to Bryce's disappointment, Vaughn pulled away.

The muscular kangaroo looked Bryce in the eye, his chest heaving as he did his best to take in breath, winded from their makeout session. "B, that was...wow."

Bryce chuckled at his twin's less than eloquent words. "My thought exactly."

"I just never thought you'd feel the same way, you know? I mean, I hoped but, shit, how fucked up is this? We're brothers."

"I know. I've thought about that little detail every time you smiled at me, gave me a hug, told me about your feelings...all I could think about was how amazing this man is and that, no matter what I did, that I'd never have him. Every since I was eighteen I've wanted you and never in my wildest dreams did I ever think you'd want me back."

"Eighteen, huh?" Vaughn gave him a goofy grin and added, "Well, I've got you beat there. I've had a crush on you since we were twelve. Hell, you were the first person I ever jerked off to."

"Hot bro say what now?"

Vaughn burst out laughing. "Dude, don't make me say it again, it's embarrassing."

"It's just, wow, a lot to take in," Bryce said. "Twelve, huh? So, all those years I was thirsting over you, I could've had you?"

Vaughn looked away. "Not exactly. I did care about Chelsea, I really did, and for a while she helped distract me from my feelings for it. It was another reason why letting her go was so hard because then I wouldn't have that distraction anymore and I'd have to admit to myself again about my fucked up feelings for my own brother."

Without warning, Vaughn was pushed onto his back and Bryce was straddling his hips, removing his shirt in one fluid motion before tossing it aside. Looking down at him with a devilish grin, Bryce said, "How about I help you forget her instead, hmm?"

He leaned down and sank his teeth into the soft skin of Vaughn's neck, earning him a moan of appreciation from the man under him. Vaughn placed one hand on Bryce's hip and the other on the small of his back as if to hold his brother in place, terrified he might leave. To prove he wasn't going anywhere any time soon, Bryce pushed downward, grinding his growing erection against Vaughn's.

"Damnit, B," his brother moaned, "you're so fucking hot. You know that, right?"

Bryce let go of his neck to instead whisper in his ear, "Kind of egotistical, don't you think? We are twins, after all."

"Hey, we don't look completely alike." Vaugh's hands wrapped around Bryce to grab a nice, meaty handful of backside. "My butt ain't nearly as awesome as what you've got going on here."

Bryce slid his hands up and down Vaughn's pecs as he added, "And I haven't got muscles as amazing as yours." He leaned in to wrap his lips around one of Vaughn's nipples, sucking and licking gently, relishing in the way Vaughn's breathing began to speed up.

Many nights Bryce had had dreams like this, of Vaughn's hands on him, moaning and sighing as Bryce had his fun with him. A part of him was terrified he would wake up at any moment to find his bed empty and his boxers sticky with his own cum, another wet dream playing with his mind and fragile heart. But when he heard Vaughn groan, "Fuck, I can't take this anymore" and he was grabbed and flipped over onto his back to now look up at a red kangaroo with lust filled eyes, he knew there was no way this could be any simple dream.

"You are such a tease," Vaughn said as he smirked down at his brother.

"What're you gonna do now? Punish me?" Bryce told him with the biggest shit eating grin.

A grin that was quickly wiped off his face as Vaughn grabbed for his underwear and ripped them clean off of his furry behind. Completely nude, his erection now free and standing proud, Bryce had to admit he felt at least a little self-conscious. But the hungry look in Vaughn's eyes couldn't help but push those thoughts aside and make him truly feel desired. Because he was. Vaughn wanted him as much as he wanted Vaughn. The way his eyes ran up and down his body and how his erection strained against the material of his briefs were all proof of that.

And as if Bryce needed any more convincing, his twin practically growled, "Fuck, I need you so badly."

Bryce smiled as he spread his legs. "Then take me."

Vaughn lowered his briefs, his moist tipped cock springing free. Bryce bit his lip at the sight, telling himself he absolutely had to give him head some time. That could wait because now, however, all he wanted was to get rightfully fucked.

Bryce leaned over to his bedside table and opened the drawer, picking up a near empty bottle of lube and tossing it to Vaughn who proceeded to pop open the lid and coat the last of the clear goo over his prick before tossing the empty bottle aside, quickly forgotten in the corner of the room.

He positioned his tip at Bryce's entrance, bringing his face close to his brother's as he said, "Ready when you are."

Bryce lifted a leg and hooked it around Vaughn's waist. "You have no idea how ready I am."

Vaughn gave Bryce one last kiss as he slowly slid himself into his tight, waiting hole. Both men groaned at the sensation, Bryce's entire body shuddering with ecstasy. He'd waited to long for this and now he had it after all these years. He draped his arms over Vaughn's shoulders and held him to him tight, their heaving chests pressed against one another. He could feel his erection pressed between his and Vaughn's abs and, when the other began to move, gasped at the feeling of his cock squeezing against them while Vaughn's own dick began to slide in and out of Bryce's eager hole. Getting it from both sides, he couldn't help the moan that escaped him, or the way his body shuddered.

"Having fun, B?" Vaughn gasped before burying his muzzle into Bryce's neck, gently nibbling at the fur along his collarbone.

"Oh, God, yes!" Bryce gasped. "Go faster, please!"

Not one to go against his dear brother's wishes, Vaughn did just as he was asked, and soon he was pounding into Bryce's roo rear like his life depended on it. Bryce couldn't remember the last time he'd been ridden so hard and freely let out shouts of MORE and HARDER with every thrust.

"You're so amazing, V," Bryce groaned, any other words on his lips quickly devolving into gasps and moans.

"Fuck, B, I'm almost-"

"Inside, please, I need you inside of me!"

With a shout of his name and one final thrust, Vaughn was pouring his seed into Bryce's thoroughly fucked hole, the warmth and sensation of it all being enough to push him over the edge as well.

Vaughn pulled out and rolled off of Bryce and onto his back. He looked down as his cum stained chest with a raised brow and said, "You sure do jizz a lot for a little guy."

"I'm not little. We're the same height," Bryce mumbled out, still in his post-orgasmic bliss.

"You got the height but you don't exactly got the width. Except for that amazing as hell bubble butt of yours. You have no idea how much hell it is whenever you walk in front of me and I can't grab that fine arse of yours."

"Well, how do you think I feel whenever you wear those sleeveless vests of yours? You're just begging to get your shoulders rubbed."

Vaughn gave a grin and a half shrug. "I mean, I'm not exactly gonna say no to shoulder rubs." He then pulled Bryce closer to him and whispered in his ear, "Or anything else being rubbed for that matter."

"You're so naughty," Bryce said as he placed a kiss on Vaughn's cheek before placing his head on his chest and closing his eyes with a content sigh.

There was a moment of silence before Vaughn said, "We're not telling Mom and Dad about this, right?"

"Oh, Hell, no."