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Filip had a strong suspicion that his brother would show his true self again. He asked Fabio to show him how he could record a conversation on his cell phone. He was convinced it would come handy at one point or another. He didn't know then, but it would result to be a great idea later. It was not only for in case Ferdinand would call. Filip also used it to remember clearly what had been said in any conversation as he discovered, unfortunately, that his memory was not what it used to be. He didn't use it all the time, only when he thought it would be useful. As a matter of fact, I learned how to do it as well and Flint followed our example.
It took Clara a few days before she called us. She had confronted her husband and he had, of course, denied everything, Clara had had the feeling her husband was lying. She told us that it had been really awkward and that Ferdinand had avoided to answer any question directly. She had started the conversation asking her husband to tell her the truth about his drastic refusal to invite Filip to their wedding, clearly stating that she suspected there was much more behind it all and that she wanted to know, because she pretended it was not normal Filip hadn't contacted them to make the appointment with their lawyer to sign the papers. With her questions, she opened all possibilities for Ferdinand to tell her the truth, but he didn't.
A few days later, Ferdinand called Filip who switched on the recorder on his cell phone. Just like the previous time, Ferdinand was polite and respectful at first. Filip's wicked mind led the conversation to the one they had ten years previously, knowing perfectly well that it would upset his brother. Listening to the recording afterwards, it was obvious Filip had reached his goal and Ferdinand was losing his self-control and soon his voice turned into an angry one. At one point Ferdinand said : "You have always been and nothing changed about the fact you're a sick faggot". Filip didn't respond to what was intended to be an insult. His silence triggered Ferdinand's anger even more and just like a Jack in the box, he showed his true self and the speech that followed was one of homophobic hatred. Filip wisely didn't say a word and let his brother spit out all his venom till Ferdinand hung up and the line went dead.
The next day he called Clara asking to drop by at any time she could and when she came, he made her listen to the recording. It was not a vengeance. It was just putting the truth in front of her eyes and make her understand why he was not really inclined to sign the papers Ferdinand asked him to. Clara was devastated to hear her husband utter such hate. For her it was as if it was not the same man she had married and who shared her life. Filip apologized profusely and explained his motives. Clara was intelligent enough to understand him. He felt so bad for her. As I was a bit of an outsider in the matter, I wanted to do something for Clara.
-Clara... Listen to me. Which are the problems you are facing financially?
She then explained that Ferdinand had lost his job a few years ago and secretly had contracted a credit with the bank as to hide the fact. He had found another job but the pay was lousy and soon Ferdinand had had to admit what he had done. With the lousy pay, they couldn't face the payments of the credit and it went form bad to worse. He had been too proud to ask help of his mother at the time as she had quite some money in the bank.
-Now we are facing the fact that we could lose the house as the bank wants a total refund of the credit. I don't care about that house that I didn't really like in the first place, but I am dead worried for my kids. They need a roof above their head and food on the table. Ferdinand told me that what we needed, to pay off the credit, is in his late mother's bank account and showed the proof to the bank. They gave us time to settle the heritage. The problem of course is that half that money belongs to you Filip and Ferdinand said he would manage to talk you into not demanding it.
-You mean that he wanted to keep all that money to himself?
-That's what I understood and now that I hear this recording, I am sure he would do everything he can to have it all and not give a dime to Filip.
Filip was right from the start that his brother hadn't changed at all and had been polite and respectful just to get the signature and then rob Filip's money.
-OK, I said, is the house on both your names?
-No, it isn't. Ferdinand persuaded me to have it on his name, saying it was a security measure if anything bad would happen. I was so in love that I believed him.
-What do you want to do ?
Filip's question was of genuine concern. He realized Clara had been tricked and lied to. She needed desperate help and the three nephews of Filip as well. We asked Clara to give us a little time to think things over and see if we could come up with any solution at all. She was crying, realizing that her marriage was coming to an end as she couldn't trust her husband anymore.
-Go home Clara. Try to act as normal as possible. Don't let him suspect you know the real truth now. Al, Flint and I will try to come up with something to get you out of this awkward situation. It will not be easy but to each problem, there is always a solution and we will find it.
Clara left, completely devastated and with a broken heart in her chest. I slipped a few banknotes in her hands so that she could feed her children. Once she was out of the house, Filip broke down completely, literally. I called Fabio to help me to take him upstairs. We laid him on the sofa and that was when Filip fainted. I couldn't wake him up. I tried everything, from giving him slaps on his face and kissing him as well. Nothing made him recover consciousness. I was fortunate that Fabio was there because he called the ambulance. The paramedics barged in and immediately started to work on Filip who came by, not knowing what had happened and stunned to see the paramedics. Even if he was awake, they wanted to take him with them as he had been unconscious too long. I called Flint to tell him what happened while Fabio called Frederic. Fabio and I followed the ambulance in my car.
We were lucky to have a fantastic hospital in our town. As soon as Filip was in ER, and we were led to the waiting room, Filip was wheeled down to have a T-scan and MRI. Seemed it was standard procedure when someone had lost consciousness. Flint and Frederic arrived while he was undergoing all the necessary tests. I took my time to get them updated with all that had happened. About an hour later a neurologist came to talk to me, saying Filip was safe, but that they would keep him for twenty-four hours in observation and to give time to a psychologist to have a talk with Filip as well.
Flint and I wanted to stay with Filip the whole night, but we were not allowed to. After all, we were officially not related at all, not even family. That made me think about our wedding that we had cancelled. We had to find a way to not being faced with such a situation. I made a mental note to call our lawyer and urge him to find a solution. We were allowed to live together, eat together, sleep together and making love together, but we were not allowed to stay with Filip in a difficult situation. There was definitely something wrong in the system. Although the personnel of the clinic understood that we were a throuple, there was nothing that they could do, except letting us see Filip and wish him goodnight.
I had been on adrenaline since Clara's visit. I was kind of coming back with my feet on the ground when Flint and I arrived home. I didn't want to follow the same path Filip had taken and asked Flint to hold me in his arms. I started to uncontrollably sob and cry when our bodies were pressed together. Flint held me in total silence. I didn't want to eat or drink. I just wanted to lay down on our bed and feel Flint next to me. We went to the bedroom and Flint gently undressed me and took his own clothes off as well. We laid down and he took me in his arms again. I was worried as hell about Filip but safe in Flint's arms and slowly calmed down.
I must have fallen asleep at one point, as I opened my eyes I saw it was dark outside and Flint had switched on the nightstand lamp. He looked at me with a smile.
-You dozed off for a while and I didn't want to wake you. Seems you had a rough day.
-That is very thoughtful of you.
We shared a romantic kiss and I could feel Flint's hand roam over my body, at least as far as he could reach. I couldn't help it. I had to feel more of Flint's body and I laid on top of him. The romantic kiss turned into a full mouth to mouth kiss and that caused our respective manhoods to grow... grow fast although trapped in our briefs. I kissed Flint all over his face and paid some extra attention to his ears. That caused the first moan of the evening. He loved it to feel my tongue in his ears and it excited him to no end. To return the favors, his hands caressed my chest and stopped at my nipples that he pinched. It was my turn to moan quite loudly. I traveled down his body and, of course, he didn't do a thing to stop me. I moved back, gliding from his body till I was between his open legs. His still confined cock tented his briefs obscenely. I grabbed the elastic band of his briefs and pulled them down, freeing his cock that was so hard that it didn't even touch his belly. I looked at it and saw a steady flow of precum oozing out. I licked it up, savoring his sweet taste. It wasn't enough for me. I opened my mouth wide open and let his cock enter it. When his cock-head reached my throat, I closed my lips around his shaft. Flint's hips had some involuntary upwards thrusts. I was producing enough spit to make his cock as shinning wet as you can imagine. I moved my head according to his thrusts, sucking forcefully when his cock almost left my mouth and gliding down on it when he entered me again. The sloppy sounds excited me and I tried to produce even more spit.
Flint asked me to turn around into a 69 position. I did so without his cock leaving my mouth. I expected him to take my cock in his mouth, but once he had pulled down my briefs, he directly went for my ass. I kneeled, straddling his chest and pushing my buttocks on his face. He spread them and I was rewarded with his tongue licking my hole. He was an expert eating out an ass. The more his tongue tried to enter me, the more I sucked on his manhood. It was too good to be true, too good to stop, too good not to enjoy. It was a moment when I felt my whole body waking up to his ministrations and tickling all my nerve endings. My cock was pressed against his chest, rubbing against it while I moved to get Flint's tongue even deeper in me. I got hold of his balls, pulling them down as to make his cock grow even bigger, sucking it as if my life depended on it. The room was filled with sounds of ragged breathing, sloppy wet actions and grunting moans.
I knew my ass was wet and slippery with his spit. His cock was in the same state thanks to what I had done to it. It was the perfect moment to turn around and straddle his hips, lifting his cock to a straight upward position with my hand and letting myself go down. His cock-head was exactly where I wanted it and I pushed my self on it. It breached my sphincter, but as I was not at the right angle, an excruciating pain shot through my body. Despite that burning sensation, I didn't stop till I was sitting on his lap, filled with his ragging hard-on. I stayed still for a moment to adjust to the self-inflicted invasion. I breathed deep a few times and slowly relaxed my wide stretched muscles. The pain slowly faded away and made place for an enormous and joyful feeling. I controlled the muscles in my legs and started to go upwards till just his cock-head was in me, directly followed by dropping my whole weight on to him and feel him reach places deep inside. I moved my ass in circular motions while going up and down and so rubbed Flint's cock on my prostate. It was so wonderful. I hoped these feelings would never stop.
Flint reached out and wrapped his arms around my neck to pull me down and kiss me. I didn't know what to feel first or most. His cock was doing marvelous things in my ass. My cock was trapped between our bellies and his tongue was deep in my mouth. We were both in a sitting position, facing each other. My arms were wrapped around his neck while his were around my waist. I clenched my ass-muscles around his shaft to let him know he was deeply embedded in me and that I loved it. With his agility he pushed me back a little till I had to use my arms and hands as to not fall over. That was the moment he chose to bend down and take my cock in his mouth, just the tip at first and then, with a little effort on his back, he could have almost half my cock between his lips. I lifted my hips to enter his mouth more, but not enough to allow his cock to leave my ass. I was making love to his mouth while he was doing the same to my ass.
The feelings were too much for me and I accelerated my movements while my juices were boiling in my balls. Going on like that it was obvious I would ejaculate in no time at all. I had that incredible intense feeling in my lower belly, announcing that my orgasm was building up and that my seed was already on its way into Flint's mouth. He felt it and increased the strength of his suction, literally sucking my cum out of my cock. I cried out loud. This was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. Once he had drunk my juices, he pushed me on my back, got between my legs and pushed his cock deep in me. He was like a jack-hammer going in and out of my ass with an incredible speed and strength. He was so close. He slowed his hip movements. The speed was slower now, but the thrusts even stronger, till he suddenly stayed still and I felt the spasms in his cock while he filled me with his love-juices. Once he was empty, he collapsed on me and out lips met again. We kissed till our breath and our heartbeat came back to normal. I had my ankles hooked at his lower back to avoid him to get out of my ass, but his cock slowly came back to a more flaccid state and glided out of me anyway.
We laid there, side by side, missing Filip's presence. It felt strange to be only us two in that big bed of ours. We didn't need words to express our love to each other. Our bodies had just shown us the true feelings we had. The physical exhaustion got the best of us and we soon fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, we had a repeat session in the shower, although not so extensive but evenly good and satisfying. After our coffee, Flint and Frederic left. Fabio was certainly not our secretary. Nonetheless I asked him to postpone all Filip's appointments to the following week. I was still thinking about how we could help Clara and her kids. Honestly, what happened to Ferdinand was none of my concerns. For my part, he could rot in hell.
It was obvious that Clara had lost all trust in her husband and it seemed logical, in my mind, that she would leave him. We couldn't possibly have Clara and her kids stay with us. We didn't have the necessary space for that. The tenants I had in my penthouse were coming to the end of the lease, but it had only two bedrooms. It could be a temporary solution... I had no idea how long the lease was running in Filip's house. That was big enough for the four of them. I would have to ask Filip about it. But how were we going to get rid of Ferdinand ? How was Clara going to face working and raising three kids at the same time ? Was Ferdinand going to accept the divorce or was he going to be his complicated and difficult self ?
At noon, I went to the hospital as Filip was going to be released. I just crossed my fingers that the doctors didn't find anything serious or life-threatening. Arriving at Filip's room, he was already dressed and ready to leave. He had just to wait for a last doctor's visit. The neurologist arrived only five minutes after me. The news was good. There was nothing abnormal to be seen on the scan and the MRI. The blood tests were all perfect and the neurological tests were great as well. His only conclusion was that it had to be an awful stress. A few days rest should be advised. In the car, Filip started to show signs of nervousness and asked me if I had had the time to think about Clara's problems.
-Is that how you will avoid stress Filip?
-I know my love, but I have the gut feeling we don't have time to think it all over quietly and with patience. You have seen how Clara is : a determined woman and I am afraid she is already looking for a way to leave my brother...
-That is exactly what I was thinking as well. When does the lease of the current tenants in your house comes to an end ? My tenants in the penthouse are leaving soon, but I am afraid it is a little small for Clara and her three children and you know we don't have the necessary space at our house.
-I should check the contract as I don't know when that lease comes to an end. On top of that I am sure the current tenants will want to extend the lease. They look quite happy with the house.
We had a million questions that for the moment stayed without an answer. Where did Clara work ? What school were the kids going to ? What could Clara afford ? What were the needs of a household with three children aged nine, eight and seven ? What would Ferdinand's reactions be if his wife left him ? Was she able to afford the costs of a divorce ? Had their health insurance been paid ? But most of all : was Clara really ready to have such a drastic change in her life ?
The biggest problem of them all was Ferdinand and his homophobic attitude. He was not stupid and would soon make the connection between his brother not wanting to sign the papers and his wife leaving him... and the debts. His house, that was only in his name, would soon be taken from him and he would blame Filip for it, that was sure. He would never accept it was all his doing that led him to that situation that, at first sight, had no solution.
-If the bank seizes his house, I know he will go and live in our mother's house. I'll have to check with the lawyer if I can prevent that. He has gone too far with what he heard of Clara. I won't grant him anything at all. Once again, it is not vengeance. It is just putting him in the place he deserves.
To be continued...
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