The Penthouse

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• Jake, you are the love of my life. Will you marry me?

I was too stunned to answer immediately. All looks were on me and finally I came to my senses and just said: "Yes". Jason slipped the ring on my finger, got up and kissed me passionately. Everybody applauded and cheered. I took the second ring and slipped it on Jason's finger and we kissed again. The two mothers had tears in their eyes.

We got married as the law now permitted it. A huge wedding party with all of our families and friends, followed by the most romantic honeymoon in secluded resort next to a lake. Happiness was our daily bread. But, willing or not, we had to come back to reality and work to pay the bills.

My business went very well and I could even afford to refuse some projects. Jason was working crazy hours, but loved what he was doing. Even though he came home tired and sometimes exhausted, he always had a smile on his face when coming through the door. We didn't stop our morning routine of running and workout at the gym.

As we worked so much and didn't have time to spend the money we were earning, we saved quite some money in a record time. When we heard the news that our landlord had passed away, his wife tried to sell the properties they owned. She wanted to move to a warmer place and didn't want to have to bother about the places anymore. We called her to pay our respects and once it was done, Jason stepped into business mode and asked what kind of price she wanted for the penthouse. The price was neither cheap nor expensive. It was a fair price. We asked for a few days to think it over and make our calculations. Jason was entering all the data on a worksheet and made all the calculations in order to see if we could afford the place or not. When he was finished I was pleasantly surprised to see we had saved enough to actually pay cash for the penthouse, but it would leave us without a cent. Jason had a mortgage simulator and he had prepared various figures so that we would have some savings left in our bank account.

We discussed the pros and the cons and came to the conclusion it was a good deal if we had a minor mortgage. Just a call to our bank manager told us there was no problem at all, even if we wanted more. Jason and I agreed that the smaller the mortgage was, the better it was. When we called the landlord's wife, she was over the moon as she complained about the difficulties to sell properties. Two weeks later we signed the deed and we could call the penthouse ours. At the fifth anniversary of our marriage we had completely paid the mortgage and our saving accounts were once again happy figures.

Our love for each other grew stronger by the day. Our lovemaking got better by the day and we couldn't possibly get tired of it. We knew exactly which buttons to push to enjoy it to the highest point. From the very start of our relationship we had agreed we didn't want anything close to an open relationship and that we didn't need threesomes or foursomes to satisfy our sexual needs and pleasures. We had also agreed that if any of us wasn't satisfied, he would immediately talk about it and that a solution would be found to resolve the problem. It never occurred. Of course, we didn't make love every single day, but an average of three to four times a week was what we were used to. We were no exhibitionists, but when we found a secluded and private spot, we loved to make love in the open air. Jason was an expert in finding such places and it spiced up our sexual life. The risk of being caught spiced it up even more. It happened only one time that we spotted a guy watching us while we were making love on the border of a lake. As the guy didn't come closer to us, we didn't mind going on and giving him a little free porn show.

Jason's parents were suddenly taken away from us. They were on a trip and their plane crashed. We saw the accident on TV, but didn't realize immediately it was their plane. It was only when we received a call from the airline that it all downed on us. First Jason didn't believe it. He was convinced there had to be some wrong information along the line. Unfortunately there wasn't. Jason entered in a state of shock and I had to drag him along and push him to do things, as otherwise he would sit in the sofa and not move at all. The strangest thing was that he didn't have one tear coming down his cheek. He seemed completely oblivious of the events. He was out of this world. His two brothers came over, but that didn't change a thing. None of us had ever seen him like that before. There was a funeral organized by the airline for all the deadly victims. Jason was standing next to me during the whole ceremony but with a look on his face that said that he didn't know why he was there. The airline had provided social help with psychologists and doctors. I took Jason to see them. The psychologists didn't succeed to have him coming out of his trance and advised me to see the doctor right away. As he was on site, we immediately went to see him. He could only tell me that Jason was in a state of chock and that no one could say when he would come out of it. He would admit Jason to hospital so that they could keep an eye on him and do some tests. Jason followed the instructions like a robot or a machine.

They kept him in hospital for several days. I was allowed to stay with him from early in the morning till late at night, but had to come home to sleep. It was awfully strange to be alone in our penthouse. I missed feeling Jason against me in bed. There was no laughter, no music and no noise at all. It almost felt creepy. On the fourth night I had eaten a little, although I was not really hungry, but I had to keep strong and in shape to be able to help Jason. My head was just hitting the pillow when my cell phone rang. It was the night nurse at the hospital. Jason had entered a panic phase and was crying out my name. She asked if I could come over. How I got to the hospital, I don't remember, but as soon as I entered his room, he calmed down. He didn't understand what he was doing there. I had to explain everything to him, as he apparently didn't remember anything! The doctors had explained to me that it was a possibility that he had a mental block and wouldn't remember a thing. So, I had to announce him for the second time that his parents were gone because of the plane crash. This time the tears came almost immediately. I tried to bring him up-to-date of everything that had happened since and that he had been "out" for a little over a week. Jason didn't say anything but kept crying and making sounds like a wounded animal. I tried to calm him down and used all my energy and love to do so, but there was no way. Finally I just took him in my arms and let him do. The nurse came in and asked if I wanted her to give him a sedative, but I declined. It took him over two hours before he calmed down and stopped crying and screaming. He fell asleep in my arms. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep and moved as less as possible as to not wake him.

When the sun started to rise at the horizon he woke up and looked at me with pleading eyes.

• Tell me it was just a bad dream and that my parents are ok!

I looked at him and the sadness in my own eyes must have told him it was pure reality. He started sobbing again but kept quiet. He wanted me to tell him over and over again how the funeral had been. Just as I finished telling him for the fifth or the sixth time, the doctor came in. Jason had seen him several times, but didn't remember him. The doctor checked a few things and then asked me to tell what had happened during the night. I gave him all possible details and the doctor nodded and even wrote a few things down.

• It seems he is back to normal, the doctor said, but he will have to take some medication. If you can assure me you will look after him, I will release him today. I'll also prescribe some tranquilizers for in case he has another panic attack, which is very probable. It will take time before he recovers completely, but with a lot of rest and tender loving care, he will be ok.

I thanked the doctor who said it would take about half an hour before all the papers would be ready, as well as the prescriptions. He added that there was no bill as the airline was taking care of that.

We went home. The first thing Jason did was calling his brothers. There were more tears and sobbing. Jason was completely devastated. They all three agreed to have a meeting in the afternoon. They arrived together and the three brothers fell in a group hug. They didn't move at all, standing in the middle of the living room. From time to time they lifted their heads and I could see they were all three crying. I went to the kitchen to brew a fresh pot of coffee and make some sandwiches. When I came back to the living room they were seated in the sofa and speaking very quietly, almost whispering. They were talking about their parents and the things they had to do. Their whispering was their form of respect when talking about people that had gone.

It was well past ten when the brothers left. Jason looked exhausted and said he was going to bed. I joined him, but before going to sleep I gave him a backrub. I had noticed in the past that a good massage was calming him down more than anything else. I took the baby-oil with lavender fragrance and undressed before going back to the bedroom. Jason was already on the bed, face down and with his legs slightly spread. Even after all those years I was in awe at the sight of him. I straddled him and sat on his buttocks. I poured some oil on his back and on my hands and slowly started to work on his shoulders and his broad back. I found the nerve knots between his shoulder blades and worked on them till they disappeared. There were a few more along his spine and I worked on them, too. I let my hands roam over his body and felt him relax. I worked his arms, one at the time, paying special attention to his hands and fingers. Jason moaned softly.

Massaging Jason always caused me to have a hard-on and this time was no exception, although I didn't think that, in his state, he would be in the mood for lovemaking. I kneeled between his spread legs and started to work on his thighs and claves. Once again I gave a very special attention to his feet. Once they were done, I cam back up and oiled my own chest and belly as to give him a full body massage. I carefully laid myself on top of his back and pushed myself up and down in a horizontal motion. My chest was rubbing his back while my legs rubbed his. Of course he had felt my hard-on. He spoke to me, or rather whispered to me:

• Make love to me Jake. I need to feel you!

I got up, took some more baby-oil and rubbed his buttocks and his ass-crack in circles. I decreased the size of the circles till I was rubbing his rosebud. He was that relaxed that my fingers slipped in very easily. I made sure the inner walls of his ass were well lubricated and there was still enough oil on my hands to lubricate my own cock. I leaned down again on his back and with two or three movements, without using my hands, my cock-head found his private entrance. I pushed slowly and softly forwards and met no resistance at all. My cock slipped in as if there were no muscles in his ass. I thrust forward till I was in him to the hilt. I held still for a moment, but Jason flexed his ass-muscles as to tell me to go on. I started with slow long strokes, using my whole body when moving, continuing the massage I had started. Steadily I increased my speed, stroking his prostate with every thrust. My only aim was to give him as much pleasure as I could. I didn't hurry and made as luxurious as possible. I knew I was building up to climax, but Jason wasn't there yet. I slipped my hands under his chest and pinched his nipples. That made Jason come alive. I nibbled at his earlobes and stuck my tongue in his ears. He moaned under me and squirmed. His body started to move with frenzy. Even though he wasn't touching himself, just hearing him breathe heavily, told me he was about to come. Short powerful thrusts made him flex his ass-muscles in unison and sent me over the edge. After the first spurt of semen in his ass, I pushed in deep and stayed there. I was filling his bowels and he was shooting on the sheets. He asked me to stay in him as long as possible and so I did. I was still in him when we both fell asleep.

We probably shifted positions during the night, but not that much. When I woke up I was spooning my husband but my cock had left his ass. I got out of bed as carefully as possible as to not wake Jason. I went to the bathroom and emptied my bladder. I shaved and brushed my teeth while the water in the shower came to a comfortable temperature. I stepped under the cascading water and washed myself. When I shampooed my hair I felt Jason coming into the shower as well.

• Didn't our wedding vows say for better or for worse and showering together to save water? Jason asked.

I laughed heartedly and Jason took over the massaging of my scalp. But he did it with one hand and I wondered what he was doing with the second one. I soon found out he was soaping his cock, readying it to enter my ass. I relaxed my ass-muscles the best I could and felt him entering me. His now free hand came over to my front and grabbed my hard cock, stroking it in unison with his thrusts. It didn't take me long to spurt my load on the shower wall while he emptied his juice inside of me. We finished our shower and dried each other off.

Coffee! I needed my coffee. I was looking at the coffee maker waiting patiently that it finished. Jason came in the kitchen with his sports gear on and said he was waiting for me to go running and workout. I hurried to the bedroom to dress and we were out of the door in no time. I had problems following Jason's pace. He ran harder than usual. I guessed he wanted to push the stress out of his body, forcing it more. At the gym he did the same with the various exercises we did four times a week. When we were finished, we ran back to our place, but once again he went faster and faster. I couldn't keep up with him. When I reached our building he was already finished with his stretching exercises.

We showered again, but separately. I had some urgent matters to attend to as I had neglected my work while Jason was in hospital. I asked him what he was going to do as the doctor had not given him the permission to go back to work yet.

• With my brothers we go to our parent's house. We have to clean it out of the personal things before we put it up for sale, as we all three have a property. We also have to go through their papers and see what there is to do. We have to contact the airline, as it seems they promised a kind of fee for each victim. We have to see what kind of insurance papers there are. So, you see, there are quite some things to do. I'll be back as soon as I can.

With that, he gave me a kiss and left the penthouse. In one way I was glad. He seemed to be his normal self again. On the other hand I was wondering if he was already strong enough to face all the memories attached to his parent's house. I sent him a text message to call if he needed any help. For my part I concentrated on my work that had gotten behind schedule. When I felt like having a little break, I looked at my watch and was stunned to see it was already three in the afternoon. Jason had left around nine. I looked at my cell phone, but there were no lost calls and no messages either. I guessed Jason was in good hands with his brothers. I had another mug of coffee and went on with my work. It was around six that I heard Jason coming through the door. I saved my work and switched off the computer. I wanted to be there for him and have an undivided attention.

I could see he had been crying, but that didn't come as a surprise to me. I just opened my arms and Jason almost threw himself into them. He was having a very hard time. I urged him to take off his coat and to come and sit in the sofa. I poured us each a drink and went sitting next to him. As usual, I didn't ask him anything. He would talk when he was ready.

Jason sighed deeply.

• My God, Jason said, are we in for unexpected surprises! Our parents have taken care of us all their lives and they have seen to all details for in case they would finish their days early. We knew they owned their house, but we didn't know that the neighbor's houses on each side of theirs were also property of my parents. Actually, everything they did or purchased or subscribed was always done three times, so that we all would get exactly the same. There are, as I said, three houses, but there are as well three live insurances. They made investments and all of them are done three times. They have three bank accounts with the same amount of money on each account. They just made sure we wouldn't be able to argue about anything as each son is receiving exactly the same. In one of the drawers we found envelopes with money. They had prepared money for some payments they had to make, but when we called the different companies they supposedly had something to pay, we heard that all payments were up-to-date and that the payments had been done the day before they left for their trip. And then we found a letter from them. It has been written some two or three years ago. It was my father's beautiful handwriting. It starts with "Dear Sons, if you read this it means your mother and I are not here anymore". He made a detailed list of everything they had and who was to get what and why. He thought about everything.

By the time he finished his explanation, tears were rolling down his cheeks. I hugged him. It was the only thing I could do in those circumstances.

About three months after the plane crash, everything was settled. The money from the airline had arrived. The money of the life insurances was on the three brother's accounts. The three houses were sold. The investments had been banked. The personal belongings had been divided equally. There hadn't been the slightest argument. It was only when everything was paid and cashed that Jason asked me how it felt to sleep with a millionaire, as each of the brothers had about six and a half million more on their accounts.

• I am glad you have that money on your account Jason, but you know we said for richer or poorer and showering together to save water. I love you with or without your money. If tomorrow they would make me chose between hundreds of millions without you or you without a cent, my choice is made. I want you and if there is only one thing I am hundred percent convinced of, it is my love for you. Nobody and nothing can change my mind.

Jason took my face in his hands and kissed me tenderly on the lips.

• That's why I married you!

Family gatherings were not completely the same anymore. With Jason's parents being gone, my own parents felt a bit out of place. We tried to convince them it was stupid to think in such a way, they were stubborn enough to stick to their conviction.

With his new acquired wealth, and wise investments, Jason decided to take a sabbatical year. He wanted time for us and asked me to slow down my work a bit. He explained that, as we were married, everything that came in the household was of both of us. So, he said, we could afford to have quality time together. One of the first things he wanted us to do was to install a brand new kitchen. He was right. The kitchen was clearly out of date and deserved to be renewed. I didn't know that kitchen shopping was so fastidious. We had to choose everything from cabinets to counter tops, materials, colors, appliances and faucets. When we had chosen it all, we were faced with the dust caused by breaking out the old kitchen. We had plumbers and electricians in the house almost three weeks. Another man came in to put some tiles and a marble floor. As the new cupboards were taking a bit more space we had to change the window and as we did that we took the opportunity to change all the windows with double-glazing. That brought even more dust in the whole place because we had to remove the old frames as well. It took a whole month to achieve the works, but we really soon forgot the inconveniences as the new windows and the new kitchen were fantastic. Jason had never been a very good cook, but with the new kitchen he wanted to learn. Each time I was cooking he was looking over my shoulder at how I did things in and around the kitchen. He didn't use pen and paper to note down how to do things. He was gifted with an extraordinary memory and seeing me do something once was enough for him to know and to remember.

One day I had an appointment with one of my biggest clients and when I came home after our meeting I was welcomed with a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. Jason had prepared his first complete meal and I had to admit that the pupil was getting better than his master. It was absolutely delicious and I told him he was ready to fly by his own wings. He watched kitchen programs on television and could replicate any dish without hesitation. Once he knew enough, he started to elaborate his own dishes, using his imagination and creativity. With his new skills it was almost automatic that nine out of ten family gatherings happened at the penthouse.

My sister's daughter, Letitia, was having her sixteen's birthday. She was growing into a fine looking woman and as beautiful as her mother. My sister was looking younger than her age and Letitia was looking older than her age. They could easily pass for sisters. Letitia came over to the penthouse more and more. She said she loved having quality time with her favorite uncles. She was a funny girl and very well educated. She had a wicked sense of humor just like Jason. Her visits were always pleasant and we admitted we looked forward to them. One day she came over while Jason was in the shower. He had not heard her coming in and came into the kitchen where we were, in one of his tiniest briefs. It didn't alter him that she saw him in his briefs, but nonetheless went back to the bedroom to put on some trouser and a T-shirt. When he turned his back to us to go dress it was Letitia who made a comment.

• Nice butt Uncle Jason! She said and winked at me.

When he came back he stood in front of her.

• Now you know what the best butt is. Be sure to find a boyfriend who has a butt at least as nice as mine!

• I wouldn't! You would be capable of steeling my boyfriend for your own pleasure, she answered.

• My dear Letitia, Jason said, even though you have been the trigger to our love, I can assure you I am more than satisfied with what I have right here. I doubt very much you could present a boyfriend that would take my attention away from my husband. Your Uncle Jake here has stolen my heart, so it will be impossible to give it to anyone else and I am more than happy for that. We promised ourselves to grow old together and nobody or nothing will be able to change that.

I was so proud of him when he talked like that and my heart burst of joy. Oh my ... I loved that man more than my own life.

• Ok, she said, than it is not necessary to show you his picture that I have in my purse!

What a devil! She had piqued our curiosity at the speed of light. But we also knew with that remark that she was dying to show it to us. After pleading and whining during what seemed the longest time, she finally took her purse, fished out her cell phone and flipped through the many pictures she had in it. Finally she turned the cell phone to us and showed us the picture of who she called "My Chris".

We were impressed! The picture showed a nice young man, Brad Pitt type. She was clearly very proud of him.

• Mammy is over the moon with him because he is nice looking and well educated. Daddy says he just looks ok. What do my favorite uncles say?

Jason was in a super-teasing mood.

• He looks like Justin Bieber, and I don't like Justin Bieber!

• WHAT??? Letitia screamed out, Justin Bieber??? Uncle Jason, it is time I redo your education I think. Justin Bieber is just a spoiled rotten irresponsible kid. My Chris doesn't look like him and certainly is not like him! Maybe you should start wearing glasses if you see anything like Justin Bieber!

He got her! But he couldn't help laughing at his own joke and Letitia's reaction. He took her in his arms.

• Ok, I was just joking. He seems to be a nice looking guy. I would honestly say he looks like Brad Pitt about twenty years ago. So, if he follows Brad's line, you know what he will look like in about twenty years. But honestly, you are much prettier than Angela Jolie!

Oh how he could find the right words when he wanted. Letitia was blushing with the compliments she received.

• So tell us, when will we meet this boy?

• Well, she said, that is the reason I came over. Mammy told me my birthday party will be held here and said you had to decide if Chris was welcome or not.

Jason looked at me as to say it was my turn to speak. He trusted my opinion and would let me decide if I invited the Chris guy or not.

• Well, if your Mum is over the moon with him and your Dad seems to say he is ok, I don't see a problem with inviting him to your birthday party.

Letitia jumped to my neck and kissed me all over my face.

• Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I know now why you are my favorite uncles.

The day of her birthday, we had decorated the penthouse and the terrace with hundreds of balloons. Both are families were there as it became a tradition. Jason and I had passed quite some hours in the kitchen to prepare everything. The meat for the barbecue was marinating, the salads were in the fridge and the sauces were ready. The birthday cake was hidden in my office. The cooler was full with beer and white wine, as well as a few bottles of Champagne for the birthday girl. Various little snacks were on a plate to serve with the aperitifs. My sister and her husband came a bit earlier to help us and at one point we only expected Letitia and HER Chris.

They arrived a little late, but we granted it for her. She introduced her boyfriend to us. We had to admit that the picture didn't do him any justice. The guy was gorgeous with his dirty blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. He had brought a bouquet of flowers for Letitia's Mum and a bottle of wine for us. We served the aperitifs and everyone served himself a drink. I had vowed to observe this new addition to the family and tried to do so as discreetly as possible. Nonetheless, I could see that Chris was already opening his third bottle of beer when everybody else was still his or her first drink. Even before we started to grill the food he was at his fifth beer. For a young guy of eighteen years of age I thought it was a little bit over the limit. I tried very much to ignore what I thought could turn out to be a problem. At the sixth beer in less than an hour I called Jason apart and mentioned my concern. Jason tried to calm me down and did it giving me a kiss. At that moment, everybody heard Chris raising his voice saying we were "faggots" with a clear disgust in his voice and on his face.

All looks were turned towards him. In a split second Letitia turned from the charming girl she always was, into a fuming and angry woman. We had never seen such a quick change in anybody and certainly not with her. The strange thing was that she didn't even say a thing. She just took the bottle of beer out of his hands and led him firmly by the elbow towards the door. Five seconds later we heard the door slam shut with a definite force. Letitia ran to the bathroom and shut the door as well, but quieter.

Nobody dared to say a word.

• He WAS so nice looking, wasn't he? Said Jason. But let's face the facts with optimism: there will be more to eat for everyone.

My brother-in-law was the first to laugh and soon everybody joined him in his laughter. The tension was broken. After about fifteen minutes, Letitia was still in the bathroom. I went over and knocked on the door. She opened for me and I could see she had been crying. I entered and shut the door behind me and took her in my arms.

• I am so ashamed Uncle Jake, you can't imagine.

• You don't have to be ashamed Letitia, you didn't do anything wrong. You didn't say anything. He is the one that was rude, insulting us in our own home, not you! Nobody will blame you.

Even if she understood what I was saying, she felt guilty as hell. Ok, she had been blinded by his appearance. She made the mistake of not talking to him before she brought him into the family and I made the mistake of not telling him to drink less. I was convinced it was the alcohol that spoke. But we know that when the alcohol is in a man, his intelligence is in the empty bottle.

I took a washcloth and cleaned her face, gave her a kiss on the forehead and dragged her out of the bathroom. I didn't intend to let her spent her birthday party in the bathroom. Jason had apparently spoken to everyone when I was in the bathroom with Letitia, because nobody mentioned the incident. We sat down to eat and chatted animatedly. Soon, like it is with the youngsters, Letitia was smiling and laughing like everybody else. She blew the candles on the cake and opened her presents. The incident with what she now called HER ex was soon forgotten, although I was sure she would cry once she was in the intimacy of her own bedroom.

All in all, we had had a rollercoaster year, but when Thanksgiving was there, Jason and I could only be really grateful for the love we shared and the families that were ours.

To be continued if you guys tell me you like the story! All comments welcome at amahy1957@gmail.com