Friday, August 10, 2012

Gonzalo, my Sister's Boyfriend

Source: http://relatosgaycalientes.blogspot.com/2010/01/gonzalo-el-novio-de-mi-hermana.html?zx=ad288cdd04a503e8

If I am to be completely objective, I must say that my sister Nataly has her thing: tall, long brown hair, nice boobs, wasp waist and a nice ass; all of this accompanied by a doll face and beautiful light blue eyes. Summing up, noticeable twenty one years. If I liked girls, with my flaming sixteen years, Nataly would surely be the recipient of a lot of jack offs (that's what I get from what my school mates tell me about their older sisters, some of which are not as hot as my sister). But due to my different "taste", have not dedicated any jack off to my sister... I've dedicated them to her boyfriends. And not just 'cause I jack off at anything, but because the slut - with her attributes - has gotten some really hot boyfriends who diserve glorious jerk offs.

Along the years, I have seen all kinds of guys parade around my house: blonde, brown, fibrous, thin, hairless, jocks, intellectuals... but all of them pieces of candy. Of course, that much desirable masculine meat has provoked my father's jealousy, specially when he imagines what those seductive hunks have done and will do to his little girl. And truth be told, the situation somewhat provokes: envy.

Most of the time I've limited myself to watching them come and go, drooling all over but without giving any telltale over my sexual taste. In a few occasions I prolonged a few looks, and although a couple of times I caught a glimpse of reciprocity, neither I nor the guy did anything due to fear of... who knows what. The situation became quite complicated when my sister got the urge to choose guys with a combination that blows my mind: tan, muscular and jocks. God how I suffered! I almost didn't pass the Daniel test, a tanned tennis player with an ad smile; I resisted the temptation of Peter, soccer player with the perfect thighs; and I survived the closeness of Herman, the hockey goalkeeper. But when Gonzalo came about, Gonzalo the hunk with his twenty three years of age, 5'9'', gorgeous green eyes, jet black hair, his perfect smile, his body molded by handball and swimming... that's when I said, I must try something.

Covertly I studied the terrain, trying to find the smalles hint that would indicate that I could take the risk of throwing a pass without failing miserably... but nothing. What do to? At one point I fantasized about applying shock treatment, consisting basically of kissing his mouth while touching his bulge so that he knew what I wanted. But I was a sure that such a drastic method would not work with someone so straight as Gonzalo seemed to be.

No, no. Evidently, the strategy had to be more subtle, more elaborate.  I thought of a plan through many hot nights of insomnia, jacking off in honor of Gonzalo, and I wanted to try out that blessed saturday, when my parents left for the monthly grocery shopping spree, leaving me alone with my sister's boyfriend, me talking notes, and him looking at a magazine while he waited for Nataly to come back from the hair salon.

Gonzalo stretched over the couch, looked at me raising his eyebrows and said: "It looks like we're alone".

The comment was quite innocent, but I used it as my que to put my plan into effect.

"Ha, Mark said that a lot", I said smiling, without looking up from my notes.

Through the corner of my eye I saw a surprised look in Gonzalo's face as he asked me who Mark was.

"One of my sister's boyfriend"

Ha! It was wonderful to see the change in Gonzalo's facial expression: a mixture of surprise and falsely dissembled displeasure, the same gesture that everyone makes when you mention an ex boyfriend or girlfriend. He obviously did not need that Mark really was my cousin (the same as age as my sister), who ever since he had grown up, made me drool every time I saw him.

Gonzalo scratched his chin, and looked at me with green slanted eyes.

"Oh yeah? One of Nataly's ex's?"

Thing were going well, but I had to pull him out of an imminent jealousy fit, or my plan could fail. So, with my eyes still fixed on my notes, I commented: "Yeah, but with you there's no problem".

Gonzalo frowned, surprised to hear me say that.

"Why? Did he cause trouble?", he smiled, showing his satisfaction over the miniscule victory over his unknown predecessor, and jokingly he added: "Hmm... let me guess. He didn't treat you so well when no one was looking, right?".

I looked at him with a please-don't-keep-pushing-the-subject look, and doubtful I answered: "No, well, it's just that, when we were alone... things happened".

I swallowed hard and stopped talking, as if talking about it made me uncomfortable. The cards were on the table, and Gonzalo could react in two ways: He either acted discretely and respected my silence, or, as I prayed would happen, his curiosity made him ask for details.

Curiosity killed the cat, and luckily for me, this was quite the cat with whom I was looking to play with. Gonzalo put his arms on hes legs and frowning asked me: "Things? What things?".

I pressed my lips trying to contain the smile of triumph fighting to stretch my mouth, and recomposing my discomfort expression I looked at his eyes: "I... I'm embarassed to tell you this. I've never told anyone. But... I guess I can trust you."

Gonzalo got up from the couch. After to steps he was right beside me. He separated the table from the chair next to me and sat down. "Of course you can trust me", he said putting his hand over mine, making me feel cold and hot at the same time. "Tell me what happend with Mark".

"But promise me that you won't say anything"

"I promise"

My sister's boyfriend looked at me with expectation, with the expression of a kid who's about to get a new toy. I got closer to him, containing my desire to kiss his meaty lips, and with a low voice, I began to talk.

"Mark was a tall dude, nice and pretty handsome, who was about twenty one years old" I said, thinking about my cousin. "We got along quite well and had a normal relationship... at least until that saturday night, when it all began. It was during my sister's birthday party, in that pub near the club. You know it right? There were about twenty of my sister's friends, my cousins and of course, Mark. Initially, my parents hadn't let me go, and truth be told, Nataly wasn't overly enthusiastic over me going either. But I insisted that I knew all the guests and that I was sure I'd have fun. But my parents were stuck with 'no' and I with 'yes'. We discussed it all afternoon, and when it seemed like the 'no' was gonna win, Mark supported me. And then my parents conceded. So, that night I was also in the pub, and as I had imagined, I was having a great time except for a small detail: my dad had given the sole condition that I should not drink alcohol, and had expressly told my sister to make sure of that. In the beginning Nataly watched me closely, but after a while, she forgot about me. That's when I fell under my cousin's and Mark's insistence that I drink more and more. I fought back at first, thinking about my dad if he found out, but after a while, the insistence and the heat made me cede and I began drinking a glass of juice with  a white drink of unknown composition. It was very good, but I think it tasted better because it was forbidden. After a while, the guys gave me some of the other drinks they were consuming, and before I knew it, I was drunk. It was the first time I ever got drunk, and it must've been very funny 'cause the group of guys inciting me to drink laughed at all my comments and gestures. My sister did not think it was funny at all. "Are you crazy? Do you know what my did would do if he finds out about this?" she screamed angrily. "And you, why did you drink so much?" she added frowning at me. I remember seeing here in the midst of a nebulose, and in an attack of filial love I let go "Nataly, but I love you!" which made everyone laugh, even my sister. But after a while she got angry again, and so Mark said that he felt responsible (after all he had insisted to my parents) and that he would take care of the situation. "Come on drunk boy, let's go", he told me putting my hand over his shoulder. "Go where?", I inquired. "To freshen you up", he answered. He helped me stand up, 'cause I was very dizzy, and holding my waist, we slowly walked towards the back of the pub, to the restrooms. At that time, the pub was exploding with people, noise, smoke, and music. I realized that Mark was taking me through places with less and less light, because although I looked older than I was, I was a minor, and the fact that I had been drinking was not good for anyone. So we got to the restrooms, where Mark made me wash my face. He then told me to try and breath deeply to clear my mind, but I was so dizzy that I hugged him as I told him that liked him a lot for having taken me to the party. "You're quite cuddly aren't you?", he asked me. I nodded, always smiling and hugging him. Later, looking at him through my cloud of happiness, I added that I liked that he was my sister's boyfriend because he was very handsome. "You really think I'm handsome?", he asked me laughing and not able to hide his satisfaction at my remark. I nodded again, and still hugging him, I put my head over his chest. "Oh champ!", Mark said to my ear, "don't do that, you're sister is having one of those weeks and I haven't fucked in a week". He evidently had too many drinks (not as many as me though) because if he had been sober he would've never said anything like that. When I heard what he said, I raised my head and looked at him with half closed eyes. I was kinda drunk, and at that moment I didn't understand what he meant... for some reason I decided to ask him if he had ever fucked her ass. He burst out in laughter, and I, with my alcohol induced confidence, encourage by his laughter, asked him if he had ever fucked anyone's ass. At that instant, something in Mark's face changed. First he frowned at me, as if he hadn't heard what I said, but then he gave me a strange smile. "No, not yet", he answered with grin, "but I would like to" he added. He scanned the place with a quick glimpse around us, and held m waist, dragging me to walk. Puzzled, I asked him where he was taking me. "Inside there", he answered pointing at a door at the end of a hallway. "We don't want to give a public show do we?", he added smiling. I assumed he was talking about my drunken state, so I nodded and let him take me where he wanted. When we were inside, Mark locked the door and turned towards me, looking at me with that strange smile on his lips, and without saying anything, he gave me hug. "Oh, yes, this is nice", he whispered to my ear, rubbing my back. He softly pushed me toward the wall, pressing over me with his body; and at that moment I felt something hard in his pants. I was surprised, and my surprise increased as Mark began kissing my neck. "What are you doing?", I remember asking him. But he didn't answer me, and kept kissing my neck as I began moaning. He rubbed his package harder and harder against my stomach."

Gonzalo looked at me with astonished.

"And what did you do?"

"I, well... I didn't do anything. I wasn't sure if I liked what he was doing, but I couldn't say that I didn't like it. He wasn't being aggressive, nor was he forcing me to do anything. And meanwhile, I began to get hard, and he kept on kissing me and pressing over my body... until at one moment he made me turn around..."

"And then?" asked Nataly's boyfriend with his beautiful green eyes wide open.

"Then.. then, he pulled my pants down, and stuck his hands under my underwear's rubber band, and he started pulling them down. I tried to shake him off, but he he immobilized me with his body over mine. "Shhh! Quiet, quiet!" he whispered in my ear as he licked it. I... I felt a lot of weird things, and I was still confused 'cause of the booze and because of the situation, but I obliged. My heart was pounding, and when I felt the tip of his dick covered in saliva, over my ass, I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. A sharp pain invaded me, and I complained. Again I tried to set myself free, and again Mark pressed his body over mine, covering my mouth with his hand in order to drown my objections. As I lay the immobilized and silenced, he began to slowly drill my ass with his cock, and didn't stop until it was all in. As soon as he did, he stood still, and softly began to bite my neck as he caressed my chest with his free hand. When he realized that I no longer resisted his assault, he grabbed me by the hips and began to pump. I complained, it was painful, and with faltering breath I begged him to get that monster out of my virgin ass. But he ignored my pleas, and kept fucking me with desire. "Oh man this is a nice ass!", he whispered panting at my ear as he nailed me over and over again from tip to pubic hair. We were at it for quite a while until his gasps became louder. He stuck his entire pole inside me, and stayed still... he began cumming. You can't imagine how much cum came out! It was true that he hadn't fucked in a week, because I felt the hotness of endless lashed milk inside my loins. When he finally finished, he let his cock inside for a while before slowly pulling it out. But he kept on hugging me as he whispered in my ear that he had enjoyed that a lot. I... well, I still felt kinda strange, but I didn't say anything. After we put our clothes back on, we waited til' the coast was clear and came out of the room, going back to the others as if nothing had happened".

"And you've told this to anyone?" asked Gonzalo amazed.

"No, never"

"But why? Did he threaten you?"

I fascinated at how he had completely bought the story, and biting my lip trying to contain a smile, I said no.

"Then I don't understand why you didn't say anything to anyone..."

My sister's boyfriend became quiet suddenly, and stared at me. In his expression, I read what he was thinking and I couldn't avoid blushing, feeling as if I had the word "whore" written on my forehead. He had clearly figured it out, but he didn't say anything so that I didn't feel uncomfortable. I could see in his face that he was dying to ask me if I had liked having my ass drilled open. Still staring at me, he scratched  his chin as if he wanted to say something but having trouble doing so, until he finally did it.

"And... did this, did it happen again?"

My plan was working out well. I really wanted to smile at him, but instead, I looked at Gon for a few seconds without saying anything. I took a deep breath as if I were trying to obtain the courage to speak, and getting closer to his face I began talking:

"The next day, as I was reading in my room, I heard Mark's voice downstairs. His visit didn't surprise me, because sometimes he came on sundays. What did surprise me, was to see him enter my room. I sat startled on my bed, and my heart galloped. He didn't say anything and just stood next the door he had just closed, with his hands in his pockets. With a forced smile, he asked me how I was, and I answered that I was ok, although I actually felt a knot in my stomach. "I... about last night..." he mumbled with a rough voice. He continued talking, telling me that what he had done had been animal-like, and that he was very drunk, but that it didn't justify his attitude. I listened without saying anything, looking at my feet, because I again felt confused: there, in front of me, stood the guy that had forcefully fucked me last night, and I, the only thing I could do... was glance at his package. We remained like that for a few seconds, him mumbling, and I looking at his crotch, until Mark suddenly stopped talking and slid his hand over his bulge, squeezing it gently. I looked up; for an instant our eyes met, and I had the feeling that my heart would jump out of my chest. I didn't to look at "it" again, but I couldn't help myself. Mark began to softly stroke his bulge, and then, very slowly, he began to unbutton his jeans.
I felt as if I were dreaming, as if what was happening were surreal. And with that feeling in my gut, Mark slowly came to my bed with his completely hard cock outlining the bulge through the fabric of his jeans. When he was next to me he stopped, and I looked up at him again. He put his left hand on my neck and pulled it towards  his crotch. And I... I... I didn't resist. My lips opened by themselves, as if they knew what was about to happen, and before I knew it, Mark's huge hot pulsating cock filled my mouth. The thick venous wood slid over my tongue, and when the head brushed my throat I thought I was gonna puke. Then Mark pulled his cock out... but just a little but, a few seconds passed, and he stuck it in again as he held my neck strongly. My eyes filled with tears as a response to the suffocating face fuck, and again he pulled back. After a couple more face pounds, my throat adapted to the presence of the enormous intruder, although it got thicker and thicker. So Mark grabbed my face with his two hands, and slightly inclined it upwards so I could see him, and then with gentle hip movements, he began fucking my face. It didn't take long before he said that he was gonna cum. "You want it?" he asked with his rough voice in the midst of his constant panting. I assumed he meant his mil, and I nodded. I saw happiness in Mark's face, and almost immediately his cock began shooting warm cum into my throat".

I stopped talking, and endless silence reigned over the room. Gonza's stare burned me, and made me feel a weird mix of shame and satisfaction. We stayed like this for a few seconds, quiet, looking at each other without saying anything, until we suddenly felt the sound of the main door of my house opening and the voice of my mother announcing that they had returned. We got startled and settled ourselves on our respective seats, and had the look of two boys who were just caught doing something naughty. During the brief instants that passed until my mom got to where we were I noticed that Gonzalo had taken his hand to his crotch, and had tried to accommodate his package before standing up to greet his mother-in-law. I'm sure that if I had put my hand over his package, over that coveted bulge, I would have found a boner.

Finally, my mother appeared in front of us and we both looked at her with our best poker face. "Hey guys!", said my smiling mother. Then she looked at the table and frowned. "Oh, my son! You didn't offer Gonzalo anything to drink?" she scolded. I protested saying thath we had been very entertained, and Gonzalo backed me up adding that he really didn't want anything to drink. But she insisted, and as they talked I picked up my stuff.

"What, you're leaving?", Gonzalo asked me with a poorly dissembled disenchanted tone. Making an effort not to smile at his remark, I answered that I had other things to do.

"And you know: about what I told you..."

"Not one word. Rest assured"

"Thanks Gon!", I said smiling as I saw the expression on his face. "I know I wasn't wrong about you".

From that afternoon on, there was an evident change in my bond with Gonzalo (imperceptible to the rest of my family), and certain attitudes and gestures from the tanned piece of candy, which made me think that my strategy was working. More than once, when he though I wasn't looking, I had seen him looking at me with a thoughtful look; I would've given anything to know to read his thoughts at those moments.

I decided to add a visual stimulation to the mental stimulation, and for that, what a better place than the sports club locker room. Until the day of our talk, we barely every met each other there, but ever since that blessed afternoon, I changed my schedule and starte "casually" bumping into him as he finished his handball matches. The first time we saw each other, he looked surprised and seemed
uncomfortable, but after some time, his attitude changed: as he talked and laughed with his friends, he took off his clothes and gave me furtive looks, showing himself off, touching himself here and there... I obviously pretended to be indifferent, but I couldn't avoid looking at his huge anatomy for a couple of seconds, loving the glorious shapes of that desirable body, feeling at the edge of orgasm each time my stare was met by his horny eyes.

But it seemed, although the temptation was there, that he didn't wanna take the first step. So I took matters into my own hands.

That afternoon I pretended to have a cramp and left practice. Somewhat nervous, I waited for some time until Gonzalo's handball match ended, so when I heard them leaving I rushed towards the showers. Gonzalo was very surprised to see me walking around there half naked with a towel around my waist at an uncommon hour for me to be like that.

"That's weird, you at this time!", Gonzalo said to me astonished. "What happened?"

"I came to practice earlier, but I did one of the movements wrong and I got a cramp in my back, so I had to wait it off"

"Oh, that sucks!"

I left him with his friends, feeling him stare at my back as I got away, and I took refuge in of the showers at the back. The  place was empty, and a couple of minuted passed before Gonza and his friends appeared. There were a lot of free showers, but for some reason my brother-in-law decided to use the one right of front of me, such that we had a perfect view of each other. He looked at me smiling, winked, and then asked my if it hurt. And I, remembering my faked cramp, commented that it hurt a little.

"I'm gonna see if it feels better with the hot water"

So I turned the hot water on, turning my back to Gonza. I put my hands against the wall, bowed my head, and slowly arching my waist, I let the water run over my neck and back. I pressed my hands harder against the wall, tensing my back and leg muscles, with which I inevitably hardened my glutes and raised my ass. I was in this position for some time, asking myself if it was having the desired result. I couldn't see Gon, and neither could I hear him. Had he left? Curiosity got the best of me, and I turned around...

No, Gonza had not left; he was still there, massaging his head with shampoo, looking at me without dissimulation... and with his junk semi-hard. My eyes feasted themselves with the sight of his masculinity in that pre-hard state, although the gift lasted only a few seconds, because he quickly turned around.

Yes, my show had worked, and before my own dick started getting hard due to what I had just seen, I turned the shower off and went back to the locker area. A couple of minutes later, as I was drying myself, I saw Gonza come through with his friends. But before he got to where he had his stuff, he got away from the group to where I was. In front of me, ha shook his hair with one hand, and with a pretend natural tone, asked me if I was going home.

"Yeah, yeah, I am"

"Well, then wait for me, I'll take you"

"But, you're going there?"

"No, but it's no problem, I can take you so that it's easier on your cramp"

"You don't have to do that", I answered smiling, "you shouldn't bother"

"No, no it's ok", Gonzalo answered enthusiastically. "I want to take you"

He looked at me in way that took my breath away, and a bit overwhelmed, I mumbled "Good!".

"Give me five minutes", said Gon

Instants later, we were both walking towards the parking lot where he had parked his car. I got into the car without saying anything, and when my sister's boyfriend locked the doors, my heart began to furiously beat. I felt like my goal was right there, within reach, so I decided to put all the cards on the table. I looked at him  and smiled.

"What?" he asked me intrigued. "What's up?"

"Just now, in the showers..."

"Ummm, I..."

The hunky piece of ass turned red, but before he could mumble any excuse that would ruin my plan, I quickly added: "You don't care if I tell you something intimate, right?"

"No man, of course not"

"You're dick is bigger than Mark's"

Gonzalo looked at me surprised, because he surely did not expect to hear such a remark. He tried to settle himself on his seat, and smiling satisfied with his hand caressing his neck he answered, "yeah?".

My sister's boyfriend was wearing light sports shorts; the fabric was so light that I could clearly see how his dick was becoming harder by the second. I looked straight at his crotch, and smiling I added:

"Mark also got hard when I made remarks about the size of his cock"


'You have to to it now' I thought. I finally decided to take the risk, after swallowing hard I got myself together. He stared at me with his green eyes and asked: "And... what did you do in those cases?"

I smiled, thanking the words that had come out of his mouth like music to my ears.

"Do I show you?"

Agitated, and without saying a word, my sister's boyfriend nodded. I leaned over his lap, and very slowly, I began to pull down his shorts. His dick was so hard, that it was hard to pull them down at first, but I did it, and discovered that he was not wearing underwear. Liberated from its jail, his junk hit my face like a spring, erect and enormous. I opened my drooling mouth, and I got his cock in my mouth as deep as I could.

As if he had received a discharge, Gonzalo shook his pelvis upwards as he moaned. I stayed in that position for a while, with his monster inside my mouth and throat, as my ears delighted with the sound of his moans of pleasure. I slowly removed his dick from my mouth, leaving it completely covered in saliva and hard like rock.

"That's what I did", I said smiling.

Gonzalo looked at me with a fainted face, his muscled chest rapidly moving up and down.

"Are you... in a hurry?" he asked me

"No. Why?"

"Do you wanna come to my house for a while?"

Fifteen minutes later, after a record time trip, I was sitting on the couch in Gonza's living room. My sister's boyfriend was standing in front of me, and with clumsy movements due to his anxiety, he tried to pull down his shorts. "Let me" I said putting my hand over his crotch.
Gonzalo moved his hands away, and with an anxious look on his face and accelerated breaths, he let me pull them down. His drooling huge cock sprang up in front of my mouth. Smiling with malice, I put my tongue on the tip of his dick, and licked the crystalline drops of precum oozing out. Gonzalo moaned, and shook from head to toes.

"Don't make me suffer" he growled with an imploring tone. I looked him in the eye, and again smiled with malice, open my mouth as wide as I could, and gobbling on his cock until my mouth could'nt take in anymore. A prolonged "Ahhhh" escaped from my brother-in-laws chest as he grabbed my head with strength and pressed against his cock. When he stopped pushing his cock, I held on to his powerful thighs, and with my drooling mouth I continued the blowjob I started in the car. My mouth slipped over and over again over his hot piece of meat, making it harder my the second. Every once in a while, I squeezed his hard piece of candy ass, and enduring the suffocation as I swallowed his dick, sucking it with short movements that made Gon delirious with pleasure. I repeated this many times, until at one moment Gon pulled my hair separating my hungry mouth from his dong.

"What?" I asked anxiously.

"Nothing. I'm gonna fuck you"

I almost cummed as I heard those words I had wanted to hear for so long. Gonza was so horny that I though he's drag me to his bedroom, but instead, he put one of his manly big hands on my back and pushed me to the ground, forcing me to fall on all fours over the fury carpet in the living room. He positioned himself behind me, between my legs, and with energetic movements he pulled down my pants and underwear. Then, his salivated fingers lubricated my anus in a hurry, and an instant later I felt the tip of his monster on my hole.

"But, here?", I asked excited about what was to come.

"Yes, here", Gon answered as he held my waist firmly and began burying his dong into my ass. "Is it uncomfortable?"

"No, no... not at all", I answered a little frightened by the danger that such a piece of meat posed to my rear. I gritted my teeth, and I held the carpet with all my strength preparing myself fot eh ferocious ass drilling. "Ah, fuck". I felt like he was ripping me apart, and from my half-open mouth escaped moans of pleasure and pain at the same time. Finally I felt his pubic hair against my ass, and I knew that he had buried his entire cock in me. Then Gon held my waist strongly and began sawing my bowels.

"Gon, you're ripping my ass!"

"I've been dying to do it"

I moaned with pain, bowed my head down and arched my back as my hands and knees received the impact from the furious thrusts of my brother-in-law. I titled my head and saw Gon's legs flexed in a squatting position, and the image of his thighs and calves tensed made get hornier. Although I was enjoying it, my sore ass needed rest, so I tried to crawl away from his fierce pole. Serious mistake: Gonza fell on me with all his weight, and pushing my hands to the sides he made be lay down on the carpet... with him on top of me. Then he separated my legs with his knees, put his hands over mine, and pressing forcefully with his hips, he drilled me as if he wanted to reach my stomach.

A barely perceptible cry escaped my lips, and Gonzalo covered my mouth.

"Shhhhh! Don't scream like that, we're close to the door"

Gonza's hips pounded my ass with increasing intensity, and with each thrust, his cock got in deeper and deeper into my ass. My body shook uncontrollably and I was moaning non-stop. The pleasure was too much to handle, and I was so horny that I grabbed Gon's hand (with which he was covering my mouth) and I started to suck his fingers desperately as he fucked my furiously.

That was too much for him to handle. My sister's boyfriend screamed, "You fucking slut!", he drilled me and in the midst of spasms and rough moans he emptied his balls into my ass. During several seconds he injected me an abundant dose of hot milk, as he bit my neck and back.

With so much stimulus, I wasn't gonna stay like that, so joining his moans I exploded with a spectacular orgasm, honoring that glorious moment that I had longed for.

Ever since that afternoon, the days that followed were glorious. Because never would I have imagined that Gonza was gonna like fucking me so much, and that we would do it every chance we had. I... well, I became addicted to my brother-in-law, and waited desperately for the afternoons when he took me to his house...

As I said those weer glorious days, but... there's always a but.

That saturday, I was studying for my end-of-the-year exam as I felt Nataly's and Gon's voces coming closer. I looked up to see them come into the dining room, and as Gon saw me he winked and gave me a hot smile. But my incipient excitation instantly disappeared as I heard my mother's voice from the kitchen.

"Oh, honey! I almost forgot! Mark called about some college thing. He said that he'd call you later"

Alarmed, I looked at Gonza, and I saw a surprised look on his beautiful face. Frowning, he got closer to my sister and grabbed her arm. He was just a few steps away, but my attentive ears let me hear him perfectly.

"You're ex still calls you?"

'Don't answer, don't answer' I thought. Obviously, Nataly did answer.

"Ex? What ex? Mark is my cousin! Don't you remember him? We share on of our classes, so I guess he called me to get my notes. Besides, none of my ex's are called Mark".

Shit! I was screwed. For a few seconds, Nataly looked at Gonza with a surprised look, and then she laughed and said "You were jealous!". Flattered by the unfounded jealousy, my sister gave her boyfriend a kiss and left to get drinks in the kitchen.

That's when Gon looked at me... I was in trouble.
He slowly approached me and bent over me. His eyes were flaming... I didn't have to be psychic to know that he was pissed. "You lied to me" he said as he gave me an angry smile.

"I... well... a bit. But you can't tell me it wasn't worth it"

Gon smiled and said, "No... but I don't like to be fooled"

"It's not that big a deal! I'm sorry ok?", I said with a conciliatory tone. "Besides, what are you gonna do?" I added, digging my own grave. "Are you gonna tell my parents?"

Gon put his hand on my neck, gently squeezing. A chill invaded my back...

"Are you... gonna hit me?" I asked defying him, but with a shaky voice.

"No, brat. How can you even think that? I'd never hurt you"

I smiled cheekily, feeling like I dominated the situation.

"Well, then what?"

Gonza looked at me in silence for a few seconds with those gorgeous green eyes, and then he smiled triumphantly. He got closer to me, engulfing me with his perfume, and whispering in my ear he sentenced: "Ok, then I'll leave without cock... for a month"

I fell silent, my mouth opened and I saw him leave towards the kitchen, taking with himself that precious treasure hanging between his legs. As I saw him leave I angrily remarked: "I thought you said you wouldn't do anything to hurt me!"



Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Pain Equals Pleasure


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