In
some families,
please is
described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry. ~Margaret
Laurence
Chapter 16
I watched him peel off his clothes at the edge of the bed as I lay back
listening to the diminishing sounds of JR’s voice screaming.
“I don’t want to go to bed! No! NO! Can I sleep in Gus’s room? WHY NOT!?”
And the muffled soothing voices of Mel and Linds and finally Gus’s voice
leading JR down the hallway and into his bedroom.
“If you hear anything coming from Uncle Brian and Uncle Justin’s room
just... ignore it.”
Brian and I exchanged amused glances and burst out laughing.
You have to love Gus.
He climbed into bed next to me and my head immediately went to his chest as his
hands tangled in my hair.
“It wasn’t so bad,” I said as I lazily traced my fingers over his bare skin.
“I fucking KNEW JR was going to be a muncher.” He groaned. I giggled and
placed soft kisses on his neck.
“She’s still young. Maybe she’s just a tomboy.” I assured him.
“You tell Michael that. He’s having a fucking heart attack about the whole
situation.” He must have felt my body tense cause his arms grew stronger around
me.
The room grew quiet for a few minutes except for the sound of our breathing and
ruffling sheets as we started to grope each other lazily.
“It was nice that my Dad came.”
“Yeah.”
“What did he say to you? In the kitchen?”
He stopped groping me and cocked his head to the side and looked down at me.
Our eyes met and I knew this wasn’t good.
“He wants to hang out with Gus.”
“Excuse me?”
“He said he might not be alive long enough to see your sister have kids and
since you wont be having kids-“
“-I could still have kids.” I interrupted.
He let out a sigh and continued.
“-So he wants to spend time with Gus. Since Gus acknowledges you as his
father.”
My head started spinning in a million different directions.
“So you mean to tell me, he spent the last 15 years ignoring his OWN son
but now wants to take YOUR kid to a fucking BASEBALL game? He
never even took ME to a fucking BASEBALL GAME!”
“First of all, keep your fucking voice down. If you wake up JR, you’re dealing
with her hyperactive ass all night. Second of all, he’s not MY kid. He’s
OUR kid. And third…” He pressed his nose into my hair and took a deep
breath. “…And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but he’s trying Justin. Give him
a chance to try and do the right thing here.”
“Whatever. I don’t want to talk about it.”
Brian rolled over onto his side and stared at me.
“If you say no, the answer is no. I told Craig I would talk to you and Gus
about it. You and he are what matter most, Justin.”
“Its just so….fucked.” I grabbed at my hair and covered my face with my hands.
“Well, that’s family. And this is ours whether we like it or not.”
“I…just can’t think about this tonight. It’s been too long of a fucking day,
Brian.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” He traced his finger down my jaw line and I could see
him smile in the faint light from the moon through our window.
“Gus has a crush.”
“Oh?” I turned my head to look at him and smirked. “A guy from school?”
He chuckled and buried his face in the crook of my neck. “Nope,” I heard
muffled into my skin.
“Then who?” I lifted his head up and stared into his eyes.
He rolled his lips into his mouth and smirked. “Your sister.”
“WHAT?!”
“Shhhhh! What the fuck did I just tell you?”
“Sorry... but… I… MOLLY? She’s fucking 23!”
“And?”
“AND? She’s 7 years older than him!”
He cocked an eyebrow at me and I shook my head.
“It is NOT the same thing and YOU know it.”
“Oh?” The fucker found this amusing.
“That’s like incest or something.”
“We aren’t all really related Justin.”
“Well by marriage we are!”
“We aren’t married yet.”
I shot him a look of death.
“Okay, okay. But step brothers and sisters get together all the time.”
“Yeah, in fucking
He doubled over with laughter and pulled me on top of him as he rolled onto his
back. “You’re so hot when you’re
“I’m so glad you find this funny.”
“I don’t just find it funny. I find it fucking hilarious.”
I swatted at his arm and he grabbed my wrist and wrestled me onto my back.
I squirmed and he devoured my mouth, his tongue making a hot wet home against
mine. I moaned softly, but he kept his firm grip on my wrists as he pinned them
beside my head.
“What are you doing?” I asked him as he licked long trails down my neck.
“Do you really need to ask?” It was hard to concentrate when he fucking licked
my fucking nipples like that.
“Brian…we have a house full of guests…OH GOD.” His fucking tongue and oh
dear fucking god.
“Well if you’re fucking quiet… this... will... work…” He nuzzled his nose in
the soft hairs above my now rock hard cock and ran his hand up and down my
side.
“You know that never works…” I tried to keep my voice low but the moaning was
getting in the way.
“Shhhhh….” His tongue was on my tip now sucking my pre come out of me.
“JESUS FUCK!” I arched my back and my ass lifted two feet off the bed.
He dug his hands into my hips forcing me to stay still. He growled into my dick
which I always knew was my cue to stay still or else.
Or else he will stop.
And we didn’t want that, now did we?
“Brian…please.”
He blew his warm breath on swollen dick and that alone almost made me come.
“I’m going to fuck you… hard… just the way you like it.” He teased my hole with
the tip of his finger. “But you need to be quiet. Can you do that? Can you be
quiet, Justin?”
I let out a small quiet moan and spread my knees farther apart to give him
better access.
“Good boy.”
What I love most about Brian and I was the fact that no matter how much time
passes or how many years we have been together, the sex never gets old. I still
feel like that 17 year old kid that first night we met and he still makes me
feel like I am the only one he wants. Like he can never get enough of me.
And I felt the same way about him.
All those blow jobs and nameless fucks I had had over the past 10 years, and
even the relationship I had with Calvin, could never compare to Brian. He was
and is the only man I want to be with for the rest of my life. The only lips I
want to kiss. The only body I want next to me at night. And the only person I
want inside me.
And he felt the same way about me.
This was it. Just the beginning. No more tricks. No more wondering when he went
to
Forever.
He flipped me over with one swift move, grabbing me by my waist to bring me up
on my knees. He wasted no time, spreading me roughly and ramming his tongue
into tight hole.
I let out a loud moaning version of his name and he smacked my ass. HARD.
“What did I say?” He growled against my entrance.
“That I had to be quiet,” I whimpered.
“That’s right. Be quiet or you don’t get what you want.” He lapped at me and I
could feel his spit dripping down onto my balls. “And I know you want it. Say
you want it.”
“I want it.” I thrust my ass back into his face to show him just how much I
WANT it.
“Want what?” He slowly entered me with one finger causing me to gasp and clench
the sheets between my fingers.
“This?” He kissed where he had smacked my ass, running his tongue slowly over
the lessening sting.
“Yes. More.” I couldn’t get anything else out but that… that and his name that
I wasn’t sure I was chanting out loud or in my head.
“Do you still think about it?” He pushed a second finger into me, stretching me
with only his spit. Fuck.
“Think about what?” I moan as I grabbed at my cock. Jesus, I was hard.
He smacked my hand away and thrust a third long digit into me, hitting my
prostate with his tips.
“
And that, ladies and gentleman, was a wrap.
I came so hard all over the sheets my whole body convulsed. He had to hold onto
my waist to keep his fingers inside me because I was writhing and shuddering
from my orgasm.
“So I take it you still do think about it?”
I nodded into the mattress, trying to keep myself up on my knees.
He abruptly pulled his fingers out of me causing me to groan loudly. Then he
smacked my ass again so hard it caused me to collapse onto the bed.
“Be a good boy… or I won’t…” His breath was right by my ear as he laid his body
on top of mine.
“Won’t?” I asked breathlessly, as I reached around to grab at his thighs. God I
needed him inside me so badly.
“Fuck you raw.”
Wait, what?
Was he serious?
My whole body tensed as he sheathed his cock in a condom and readied himself to
enter me.
He ran his hand down my back to try and center me.
Did he not just hear what he said?
“Brian…” I whispered.
“Mmmm?” His tip eased in gently past my first tight ring of muscle and I lifted
back onto my knees again.
“Are you serious?” I was panting because he was picking up pace and I was
finding it hard to keep my breath regulated.
“When I said monogamy, Justin, I mean it.”
Christ, and that was enough for me. I slapped his thigh to clue him in and I
thrusted back, HARD against his 9 inch dick.
“Oh, you like that idea don’t you?” He finally slid all the way inside me, the
tip of his cock, brushing over my already inflamed prostate and I let out
lustful version of his name.
And then he fucked me. He fucked me hard, his hand pressed down into the back
of my neck causing my face to be suffocated into the pillow.
He rode my ass like the finest piece of ass he’s ever had. And I was. And he
was mine.
He wanted only me. He was going to marry me. He was going to make me his, mark
me by being the only man to ever come inside me. And I would be the only man he
ever came inside.
Most people couldn’t understand the significance to that. But to us it meant
the highest form of intimacy and monogamy there was. Not that I would be
preaching it from the mountain tops. I was over all that now. I had nothing to
prove to anyone anymore. I think the fact that I was back, and Brian and I were
together, in this house, helping raise Gus, was proof enough.
What happened behind closed doors was none of anyone’s business.
Unless Gus had his ear to the fucking wall.
After he made me come a second time, he covered us with the blankets, all wet
and sticky and ran his fingers through my hair until I fell asleep.
The rest of the week was going to be eventful to say the least. We needed all
the rest we could get.
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