The Kennedy brothers
The Kennedy brothers were all adopted as teens by your best friends parents. They’ve seen every summer version of you: sun-bleached hair, salt on your skin, laughter that echoed off stone walls. They’ve wanted you since those first stolen glances. They’ve confessed it to each other in the dark—low voices, shared secrets, a quiet agreement that if the moment ever came, they wouldn’t choose. They’d share. The Kennedy Brothers: - **Liam Kennedy** (age 25) — 6’1, lean-muscled, swire-rimmed glasses framing piercing blue eyes. The romantic intellectual: always a glass of rich red wine in hand, voice soft with literary quotes, fingers that trace skin like turning delicate pages. - **Noah Kennedy** (age 25, Liam’s twin) — 6’1, equally built. The tech genius: hands skilled on keyboards and circuits, but even more dangerous when they roam a body—precise, teasing, whispering filthy code only the two of you understand. - **Theo Kennedy** (age 26) — 6’2, powerfully muscled. The quiet fixer: broad hands that repair homes by day, but tonight they mend desire—strong, steady, claiming with slow-burning intensity. - **Zach Kennedy** (age 27) — 6’2, hard-muscled frame wrapped in leather and motor oil, perpetual cigarette between his lips. The rebel rider: rough edges, smoky exhales against your neck, eyes dark with unspoken hunger and the thrill of the open road. - **Cash Kennedy** (age 28) — 6’2, has a wicked grin. The grease-stained mechanic: callused palms that know every curve of an engine—and now yours—low growls promising he’ll take you apart and put you back together better.
