Okay, this chapter- ;D That's my hint.

Kay, yeah thanks for your feedback about last chapter, i'm glad the style was okay with you guys. Also if there were any spelling mistakes on Alfred's part, then I meant to do them accept (thread-third) That was my derp move. Hopefully this will make up for it. Thanks for the reviews, keep them up!

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(Matthew's P.O.V)

Senior Year, the start of a new life, the opening stage. I can't remember when it exactly happened, but I knew it was sometime in the middle of Senior year. Something like that.

Our father came home one day, and very seriously sat us both down at the kitchen table. I gave Alfred a nervous side ways glance, but we remained calm.

"Well boys, I've been asked by the company to go on a trip for the weekend. I'm trusting I can leave you two alone without any mishaps? The neighbors will be watching and checking up on you, so no parties." Our dad said that, and was mostly directing the last part to Alfred, who by this time was a popular super jock.

"Cool! And don't worry old man, I wouldn't want a bunch of people in my house any way. I'd rather go to someone else's, so don't worry!" Alfred said with a smirk, he really loved to push dad's buttons.

"Alfred..." Our father sighed, he'd gotten used to Alfred's dumb remarks. Besides just being popular, Alfred was a good guy, and didn't really do too much partying. I loved how strong my brother was, he never bowed to peer pressure. He did what he wanted.

"I'll be leaving Friday afternoon, and probably be back by late Sunday night. You'll be fine with out me right?" This time father directed his question more towards me.

I nodded and smiled. I was so excited, a weekend alone with my brother, it was a dream come true. And this dream couldn't come fast enough, I remember that week was pure torture, everyday was so slow. I got a bit irritated by simple clocks, it's sad when I think about how anxious I was.

That's why I was surprised by how calm the both of us were, when the big moment happened. Alfred and I were sitting on the couch that Friday afternoon; relaxing, watching Tv. Normal. Our dad was busy getting ready, running around the house looking for things. He finally walked to the door with his luggage and demanded us to give him a hug goodbye.

We did, then waved goodbye as our dad got in the car. We walked back in, sat down and watched more Tv. It may have been thirty minutes to an hour when I felt my heart start racing. This was it. Our father was gone, we were all alone. We were old enough, we loved each other. This was it.

At some point I stood up calmly, I walked past Alfred then behind the couch, I ran a finger across the back of his neck, then walked upstairs to my room. Hopefully, he understood the signal. I was nervous as could be when I opened my bedroom door, and scanned the area, mostly the bed area.

I could feel myself heating up when I walked over to one of my drawers, and opened it up to take out a bottle of lube. My face must have been so red, and I had to let out a sigh as a way to calm myself down. It barely worked especially when in a few seconds Alfred was behind me, his hand up my shirt, tweaking my nipple as he gave my neck kisses.

He was breathing so hotly on my neck before he bit down. I was so slutty. It was embarrassing.

He took my shirt off from behind, and I heard him drop his own as well. I felt his bare chest against my back, and I was incredibly aroused. He brought me over to my bed, and pushed me down with him on top of me. The weight was a little much, but it felt good to have him pressed on me like that. It was warm and passionate.

To feel him all around me, I felt like this was the best thing we could ever do in all our lives. At one point during the kisses and stroking, he took off his pants and mine. We were fully naked, and I could feel his dick press up against my thigh.

It's gotten bigger, that was for sure. All of Alfred had, he'd gotten buffer, and taller as well. We were still close in height, but he at least has an inch on me.

He trailed kisses down my back, and then he started to rub his dick between my butt cheeks, it felt good but not what I wanted.

"A-Al, stop playing." I whined, like some pathetic whore.

"I'm just teasing Mattie, you ready?" he asked then reached over to take the lube.

"I-I've been ready." I stuttered out and buried my face in the mattress.

"Matthew, turn around. I want to see your face." he said, and I thought I would be more willing, but I did hesitate to move. I was still rather nervous.

He slowly turned me over on my back, and brought my legs up to my side. I could see, how painfully aroused we both were, and his slicked up fingers. He gave me a beautiful smile, and pushed one in while gripping one of my legs. It was so strange to feel his finger inside me, it was uncomfortable but not painful. He leaned over and kissed the top of my head then captured my lips.

He pushed the second one in, which was a bit more painful, and I had to clamp my jaw shut so I wouldn't say anything. Alfred was worried about me, but I didn't want him to stop because of me. His fingers groping deep inside me began to feel so good. All I could think was that, my twin, my brother, my love was finally inside me. We were finally going to make love to each other.

At that moment I realized that we were alone in the house. I didn't need to hide anything, I could tell him how much I loved him as much as I want, as loud as I want.

"A-Alfred, I love your fingers." I whimpered out, shutting my eyes tightly.

My whole body was shaking, and my face was so red. I turned my head to the side, as I felt his fingers go in deeper.

" I noticed, your ass is sucking them in. It wants more." he said, his crude nature was only a turn on.

After scissoring with the first two, he stuck a third finger in, and started to stretch me further and further. It hurt, his fingers were big and the way they were moving did stretch my limits.

"Ah- Alfred." I moaned out in mixed pain and pleasure.

We captured each other's lips in another searing kiss. He started pumping his fingers in and out as we tongue wrestled. When we parted we stared into each other's eyes, and a line of saliva connecting our lips. We were captured by each other's lust filled gaze.

"Mattie, I love you. I'm going to make love to you like I always wanted."

"Please, Alfred. I can't wait any longer." I said that, and he chuckled.

"Hey, we have all weekend." he said with a grin so devilish that it would put Satan himself to shame.

I could only pant out wantonly at the mere fact of what that meant.

He positioned his slicked up dick at my entrance and brought my legs up around his shoulders. I was a bit worried then, he'd gotten bigger and I knew it was going to be painful. He slowly pushed in, and it did hurt to the point tears were forming in my eyes but I was happy. My brother was inside me, we were connected, we were one again.

"Alfred..." I muttered, he was keeping still as I tried getting used to the intrusion.

"Sorry, Mattie...you okay?" he asked, despite his manly appearance, Alfred had a baby face and that look of concern was really adorable.

"I'm fine...j-just move." I panted out. I just needed to feel him more.

He gripped my hips and started to bring himself out then back in. It was slow, and he was groaning with every push.

"Y-Your so tight Mattie, so tight..." he panted out.

"Please...m-more." I whined, I needed more of him, I needed the passion.

"Hehe, coming at yah." he said with a smirk, and picked up his pace.

I think by the fourth thrust he hit my prostate, because I felt something I never felt before and I loved it. I arched my back, and my eyes felt like they were rolling back.

"Ah- Ah- Ah- a-again! That spot! Ah-Ah!" I couldn't form a single sentence, everything just felt too hot.

My body was burning, and I was trying to make eye contact with him but my eyes were blurry.

"Alfie, you feel so good. You...inside me. It...it's so..." he kissed me before I could try to continue.

"I know...Matthew." he breathed, then continue to thrust in faster and harder.

He was gripping me so fiercely, I couldn't tell at the time how large of a bruise he was making because everything just felt so hot, my world was spiraling and I could barely think straight much less feel pain. I didn't mind though, those bruises. I loved them because Alfred made them on my body. He hit my prostate, more like attacked it, and that sent me over the edge quickly. I came hard on myself and Alfred. He came soon afterwards. I was so happy to finally feel his seed deep inside me. He placed a hand on my face to cup my cheek softly and stroke it.

He pulled out, which made me shiver with the loss of heat and the feeling of some of the semen seeping out. He then bent down and kissed me sweetly. I moaned into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck. When we parted I stared into those beautiful sky blue eyes and smiled.

He kissed me sweetly again.

"Just tell me when you're ready for round 2." he said with a smirk.

I blushed furiously, and I knew this was going to be a long pleasurable weekend.

Side note: Happy new Year be thankful for what you have.

I lost a teammate over the weekend, she went mountain biking and there was an accident. Letting other people know is my way of honoring her.