The Bryan Brothers

[SlickTony]

I can't believe no one has made up a story around them. Not only are they mirror-image twins, (one of them is right-handed, the other one is left-handed, making them a formidable doubles team) they are extremely, intensely close. They have never been separated from each other for more than a few hours. I haven't heard any scuttlebutt about anything they might do with each other, but it's a fact that no girl has ever dated just one of them. They admitted as much in an interview with John McEnroe.

I don't think I can write a celebrity story--I don't read them all that often, and it's difficult for me to get het up about someone whom I have neither made up nor met, but if someone were to write a nice hot mistaken-identity or three-way story involving these lads I'd for damn sure read it.

 

[BedtimeStories77]

Who are they?

 

[SlickTony]

Oh, dear, I'd forgotten to take into account that not everybody follows tennis...

The Bryan brothers

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And more...

,,,and yet more...

Buy a poster of them here... And where would a set of hot tennis twins be without their own website?

This last site, of course, is the most instructive...note the lavish photo spread of their home, an enormous edifice that they both live in. One of them has a girlfriend who's also a TV personality (I saw her name several links ago, can't remember what it is) but like I said, I heard on the McEnroe show that no girl has ever dated just one of them. Well, you know what the old commercial said--"Double your pleasure, double your fun..."

Like I said, fanfic is so not my thing that I can't imagine writing a celebrity story around them myself, but someone who can, and who is sufficiently into tennis so as to look credible in print ought to come through...it would be truly be a public service for the Literotica readership.

 

[BedtimeStories77]

Yup. I don't follow televised sports. Don't have the patience for it.

 

[SlickTony]

Well, to tell you the truth I probably would not either, if not for my husband, who has become quite the tennis fanatic. I mean, he always did like tennis, but when I met him, he was into golf. He was almost, but not quite, good enough to make the pro circuit, and he played for many years, until golf became too expensive and too many courses forced you to rent a cart, instead of walking the course.

In the past 10 or 15 years he has switched entirely to tennis, and he both plays and watches all the opens. He is a 3.0 USTA-ranked player, but plays against 3.5s on a regular basis, and would probably be ranked higher except they've benchmarked him, or some thing. Last summer he and his partner won the doubles championship at the Claude Nolan tournament, which makes them city champions.

Long story short: I get exposed to a hell of a lot of tennis on TV. Of all the games you can watch on TV, tennis is pretty fun. I hardly ever watch football games unless I have money riding on them. OTOH, a tennis match is easier to follow, although I cannot get over my annoyance with the way it is scored.

If you could go to a live tennis match, you might change your mind--at least, about tennis. Last spring we went to the Bausch & Lomb tournament on Amelia Island, and we had a blast. Unlike in some sports, where you have to sit in the nosebleed section unless you're rich or connected, it is suprisingly easy to watch fairly well-known tennis players and be close enough to hear them cuss and grunt.

But I digress. Obviously the writer of the Bryan Bros. celebrity story isn't going to be you, but I hope it will be someone.

 

[Texguy84]

Well, while I am not into tennis, or for that matter, the Bryan Brothers, a well written story about a girl hooking up with a set of twins (Does she realize they're twins? Maybe it's the right-hand/left-hand thing that tips her off?) could be super hot. In this case maybe it's a rookie player or a student taking lessons at the same courts they play at. Maybe she's the girl who runs out and grabs the dead balls during games so the players can just keep serving at eachother, and manages to catch the eye of the athletes. Hell, maybe her dad owns the pro shop and she helps out during the summers when she's home from college, I dunno.

One thing that does bug me about celeb stories is the exposition that tends to be written in, just in case you don't rememeber that you're reading a story about Britney Speares, the former mouseketeer who became a pop idol singer who has decided to shed her innocent image by being a total asswhore with one lucky Mary Sue (well, Gary Lou or whatever they call the male version of a Mary Sue) type character. I would say that the two guys are pro players, drop their names along the course of the story, maybe have them dealing with a fan or three at some point, but don't clobber me over the head with their resume