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Writers Note: Thanks for all the emails. Sorry for the delay but it has been a hectic winter so far. Here's PART III. Hope you Enjoy.
Title: "My Sister's Boyfriend" Part III.
It's Sunday morning.
Some time later I woke to the sound of someone knocking at my bedroom door. Last night flashed through my mind. Did Bruce lock the door when he came in last night? I leaped from the bed and rushed the door. I slammed my body against the door and reached for the lock. It was on.
Me: "What?"
Through the door I heard Amy's voice.
Amy "Come on down, we're makng breakfast."
Me: "OK, we'll be down."
I heard the footsteps walk away from the door. I stumbled back to Bed. It's not healthy to wake up that fast. I flopped down on the mattress. The bounce woke Bruce up.
He opened his eyes. His eyes met mine as we laid side by side. I know Bruce saw me, he smiled at me, but he had a distant look.
Me: "Good morning."
Bruce: "morning"
His eyes focused in on me and then back out.
Me: "What cha thinking about?"
Bruce was slow to answer: "You, me, Amy, Your parents, My parents"
Me: "whoa, its to early for that. You need a good breakfast."
Bruce's eyes seem to peer into my soul. He was searching.
Bruce: "Do you love me?"
I wasn't sure that Bruce was ready for my answer. The "love" word has destroyed many a relationship by surfacing too soon.
Me: "Are you sure you want me to answer that?"
Bruce: "Yeah I do."
Me: "Yes, I do."
Bruce: "I'm not sure I know what love is, but I know I'd rather
hold you than...hold...Amy."
Me: "Amy Amy Amy"
Bruce: "yeah, Amy Amy Amy."
Me: "Look, let's get some breakfast and get some blood flowing in our
brains, then we can talk."
We made it to the breakfast table and my mom shoved food and coffee in front of us. I love breakfast. I love eggs, sausage and hash browns. My keep fit diet is a big breakfast, medium lunch and small dinner. Since you burn more calories during the day, it makes sense to me to have my big meal at breakfast.
Bruce was out of it. In dreamland. He ate but didn't talk, just like me. He kept his head down as if trying to be invisible. When Amy would ask him anything, he just kind of mumbled.
Underneath the table was a different story. Bruce kept clinking his knee on my knee. Not very hard, but enough to know he was doing it deliberately. I of course, kneed him back. We were like a couple of 13 year olds. Seeing who could hit last.
At one point I scanned the faces at the table. Amy was looking at Bruce. My mother was looking at Amy and my father seemed to be watching me. It made me a bit nervous.
Amy: "Why don't we go to a movie today? A noon matinee.
Bruce: "I don't know Amy, sitting through a movie doesn't
exactly thrill me at the moment. My back is soar from
that bed last night. Can we just hang around here today?
We can watch the football game on TV.
Amy looked disappointed. "If that's what you want to do."
The remainder of breakfast was pretty much in silence. There was a lot of looks exchanged by everyone, but very little said.
After breakfast, Bruce went upstairs to shower and dress. Amy pulled me into the living room.
Amy: "Is there something wrong with Bruce?"
Me: "I don't think so."
Amy: "Did he say anything, anything about me?"
Me: "No, nothing I can think of."
Somehow I got the impression that Amy didn't believe me. After our conversation, I went up to my room. Bruce was naked and drying himself off. I sat and watched.
Me: "I think Amy's worried about you."
Bruce being sarcastic: "Gee, I wonder why?"
Me: "Look, why don't we keep things cool today and just get through
the weekend."
Bruce: "OK"
Of course I really wanted to tackle his naked ass and fuck his brains out but my DEFCON level was at 4, Danger zone. It was time to be real careful to avoid a nuclear confrontation.
The morning turned into afternoon and the Football TV schedule kicked in. Bruce and I sat on opposite ends of the couch, Amy sat in the recliner.
My Dad left for the afternoon to show some houses, he's in real estate.
Amy got up and left the room. Bruce and I exchanged glances and then settled in on the game.
About twenty minutes later, Amy comes back in the room.
Amy: "Ma and I are going to an Antique show in Booneville. We'll be
a couple of hours. Will you guys be OK?"
Me: "Sure, the game will be on at least that long.
Bruce: "Yeah, its going to be a good game."
AMY: "OK, we'll be back."
Bruce and I sat quietly listening to the game and the sound of a car pulling out of the driveway. I got up and looked out the window and watched as my mother and Amy drove down the road.
I sat back down on the couch. It only took a few moments for Bruce to spread himself out on the couch and place his head on my thigh. He rolled onto his back and looked up at me.
Bruce: "So what are we going to do?"
Me: "I don't know, tomorrow will be better to worry about things."
Bruce: "Its been a wild weekend."
Bruce was smiling confidence.
Me: "yes it has. What part did you like best."
Bruce laughed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Me: "Come on tell me."
Bruce: "Wellllllllll, it was when I pulled down you boxers. That was so
hot, stripping you.
I notice a bulge forming in Bruce's crotch area.
Bruce: "You standing there naked. And when I was standing there naked
and you were sitting in the chair. That was so hot"
Bruce brought his hand to his crotch and squeezed his bulge.
Me: "Damn, I think I've created a perv."
Bruce reached behind his head and slid his hand onto to my crotch. He felt my boner through my pants.
Bruce: "Make that two pervs."
Me: "Come on."
We got up and raced for the stairs. Bruce pushed me aside to be the first up the stairs. I grabbed his ankle but lost it as Bruce zoomed to the top. I gave chase. By the time I reached the top of the stairs Bruce had disappeared into my room. I followed.
When I entered the room, Bruce was standing in front of my computer desk. His hand was on the back of the computer chair.
I walked up to him and stood only a foot away.
Me: "So what do you want to do."
Bruce didn't answer. He put the back of his hands on my hips, slid his fingers under my T shirt and slowly lifted. He brought my shirt up to my chest and over my face. He stopped. I was trapped. I couldn't see. I felt both his hands on my chest. They moved right to my nipples. He was playing with me.
I pushed the shirt up and off my head and tossed the shirt aside. I looked at Bruce. He eyes were following his hands as they cruised my body. I could only watch Bruce as he sampled me.
Bruce: "You feel so nice"
While I enjoyed his exotic touching, I need to touch something as well. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted. His hands had to let go of my body while I pulled the shirt over his head.
Me: "That's better. Now we're even.
I started in feeling his chest and he resumed feeling me up. We both pulled together in a warm embrace and locked our lips together. Our hands roamed over each others bodies.
Our tongue met and fought for control as our embrace tightened. Had we continued, we both would have died from suffocation. We let go and put our heads side by side resting as we vented for air.
Bruce then pushed me off, arms length.
Bruce: "OK, lets do this right. You were sitting in the chair."
Bruce directed me to my computer chair. I sat down.
Bruce: "I was standing here"
The problem was that Bruce's dick was sticking straight out of his boxers.
Me: "I don't think that was there"
I pointed and laughed.
Bruce: "It's to hard to put back in."
Me: "Oh really."
I wrapped my hand around his pipe.
Me: "So you like this. You like getting sucked while your
standing.
Bruce: "yeah, this is so, ohhhhh"
I dove down on his dick and then eased off. I put my tongue to work lapping at his dick sideways working from top to bottom. While the computer chair is perfect for sucking on someone, it doesn't allow you to really get down. So I slid off the chair and onto to my knees. I slobbered over his balls and worked them into my mouth.
Bruce: "Looks like you're having a ball."
I spit his balls out of my mouth to laugh. It didn't happen gently. He bent over and grabbed his balls.
Bruce: "Oh shit"
Me: "Hey man, sucking balls is serious business, don't make me
laugh.
Bruce: "I couldn't help it, it looked so funny with my sac in your
mouth.
Me: "Funny huh."
We were both in a different kind of mood. Sex without tension and pressure. Sex for fun.
I thought for a second and remembered the plastic cigar holder I had kept from an early experiment with tobacco. I got up and ran to retrieve it along with my bottle of hand lotion.
Me: "OK, you want to play, I'll play.
Bruce: "What are you going to do."
I resumed my position on my knees in front of Bruce and greased up the cigar holder.
Me: "Spread your legs wider."
He did.
I used my fingers to locate his asshole and guided the cigar holder into his ass. I then resumed sucking on his dick.
Bruce: "Oh my God. This is ..."
I worked my magic with my mouth as I tried to keep control of the cigar holder. Bruce was being fucked and sucked at the same time.
Bruce: "Oh, God, Oh God"
As I continued to suck, I lost control of the cigar holder, it had slipped to far up his ass. As I sucked I wondered what I should do. I decided to finish him off first and find my make shift dildo later.
Bruce: "Suck it, suck it"
I could tell Bruce was getting close. The pre cum was flowing. His dick started to swell up. I could feels the first pulse with my lips and a flood of warmth entered my mouth. I slowed my sucking but didn't let go. I drained him to the last drop and eased his dick out of my mouth. I licked his cum covered dick clean. My mother taught me to clean my plate. A cock is no different.
Bruce started to take a step backwards.
Me: "Don't move. Not an inch."
Bruce froze. I got up and ran to my bureau, pulled open the top draw and found a pair of needle nose pliers. I ran back to Bruce.
Me: `OK, lean over carefully, and whatever you do, don't squeeze your butt.
He bent over and leaned on the bed. What a beautiful view. His soft but firm buns, his greased hole, his balls hanging down. I grabbed myself and squeezed.
I started talking to myself to help me focus.
Me: "OK, OK, I can do this."
I carefully used my finger to push on one side of his hole hoping to get a view of the cigar holder. It was still there.
Me: "Don't move"
I eased the pliers in, and open then enough to snap on the end of the cigar holder. I pulled gently. It didn't move. I pulled a little hard, the pliers slid off.
Me: "Shit!"
Bruce: "Take it easy Shawn. I'm in no hurry. It feel good in there."
Me: "Shut up."
I spread his hole again and delicately inserted the pliers. I grabbed the cigar holder again. I clenched my hand tighter than a vice grip and pulled. It started to move. I pulled back. The cigar holder slid out. I sat back on my feet.
Me: "Damn, you have no idea how close you came to a trip to the hospital."
Bruce: "Yeah and who was going to tell the doctor how it got up my ass.
Bruce's ass view was still in my face. My hard on was beginning to hurt.
Me: "Don't move"
I stood up and quickly pulled my pants and shorts down to ankles. His hole was already lubed. I stepped in behind him and shoved in my dick.
Bruce: "That ain't no cigar holder. Oh, Oh Shit"
I felt a slight twinge of guilt as I pounded away on his ass. There was nothing romantic about it this time. I was a beast. The animal urge was to strong. I fucked him hard, I fucked him fast.
I couldn't believe when I heard Bruce encourage me.
Bruce: "Yeah man, that's it, do it hard."
If I did it any harder, my dick would have fallen off. The pressure started to build. I started to grunt. Suddenly the thought of Tim the Tool man Taylor grunting entered my head and I started to laugh. I lost my rhythm.
Bruce: "What the fuck"
I slapped his ass like I had seen in a porn movie.
Me: "Oh. sorry"
I went back to work banging away on his ass. I got the rhythm back, I got the feeling back. It was going to happen. This cowboy was going for the big finally. I rode and rode until my body exploded and felt my cum shoot deep into his bowels. I continued to ride and continued to shoot. I didn't want it to stop. I was overcome with animal lust. But the cum did stop and the urge began to subside. I slowed the ride and then pulled my dick out of his ass.
Bruce fell forward on the bed, spread eagle. I fell on top of him. We laid there for quite some time.
I heard the sound of a car door shutting. I jumped out of bed and ran to the window. My mother and Amy were home.
Me: "Shit man, there home. Get dressed quick."
We shoved our clothes on in a fit of hysteria and ran out of the room. We were charging down the stairs as they entered the house from the kitchen. We leaped onto the sofa and resumed our vegetative appearance as they walked into the living room.
Amy just nodded to us and went upstairs. Bruce and I watched the game.
It was a while later that Amy came back down the stairs. She looked ghostly white. She didn't look at us and went into the kitchen.
Bruce and I exchanged looks and I shrugged my shoulders. A few minutes later my mother came into the room and announced that they would be taking Bruce home, now.
Bruce: "OK, Ill get my stuff."
I decided that it would be better if I stayed on the couch and waited Bruce to come back down carrying his duffle bag.
Amy and my mother seemed to be in a hurry, so I shook Bruce's hand and said goodbye and I watched them leave.
I felt sad and lonely. I was suddenly without Bruce. I didn't want him to go. I dragged myself slowly upstairs to my room. I entered and stood in the doorway, I looked around. The room seemed bleak and empty. I headed for the bed.
Computer: "You've got mail"
Huh? My computer wasn't on line, was it. I moved over to my computer chair and hit the monitor's power button. As I waited for the tube to light I noticed the red light on my web cam was on. I didn't turn that on. No way.
The monitor lit up. My web cam program was running. What the Fuck!
I clicked on the email icon, the message appeared. It was from Amy.
"Just so you know why." That was it. I noticed there was a file attachment. I clicked on the link. The file loaded with quick time. It was a movie file. The image appeared on the screen. Oh my god. There on the screen was a video of me slamming Bruce in the ass.
Amy did this. Amy had turned on my web cam before she left for the antique show. Shit. She set me up. Now what?