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Re: english novel - husband of my sister

Unread post by xsuperhotx » 24 Mar 2016 13:06

I thought better and decided not to attend. I refused the call and
put the phone on silent, because it would avoid my parents hear his
touch. Suddenly, I get a message, I knew it was Peter, so I read. He asked
that I answer the phone because he wanted at least a chance to
explain. Looking from another angle, until he was right, so I decided to
attend. I sent a message back stating that awaited his call, and seconds
later, its name again flashed on the screen of my phone. I took a deep
breath and answered, serious and dry.

- Hi - I said.

- Theo, look, I do not know what to tell you about what happened today
... - He started, but I interrupted.

- But I know! You just cheated on me during those months about his name,
marital status, saying if unmarried, and about what you liked. When we met
you said just like men, and now you appear to me with my sister - I gave an
emphasis on the word "sister." -, And even more serious with Single it. Do
you realize what you did?

- I did not know she was his sister, Theo - he said, through a desperate
tone in her voice, which meant that I lowered my guard and even felt sorry
for him for a moment. - I swear to you. She had told me he had a brother
named Theo, but nowhere near what I thought was you. You do not even look
physically.

- Sure, it may even be that you're being honest now, but what about your
name? - I replied. - Every time you always said Ricardo, and today I find
out you called Peter. In this there is no trap destination, you lied
because you wanted to.

- I know, Theo, my love, I know, but forgive me - he said, and I got the
impression that he was crying. Beast was like I could not resist, and I
sigh and then say:

- Calm, Peter, do not get so ... - I did not really know what to say, but
I felt guilty for having made him cry, even though he made me cry an ocean
a few minutes ago. Do not say love only when we do "poop"? This is most
true. Finally, I say, to break the ice because he had been silent suddenly:
- Tell you what, tomorrow we meet and talk personally. What do you think?

- Oh my God, great, great! - He said, his voice and I felt happier, which
made me happy too. - What time we see tomorrow, and where?

- I go to his house, can it be? - I asked, after all need a place with
privacy to talk and understand each other. - In the morning I give a way to
get there. Now I need sleep and rest, the day today was very full of
news. First I lose my virginity to a guy for which I am passionate about,
and then discover that this guy dating my

Sister ... I guess I need some sleep. Tomorrow we talked, I love ... - I
stopped when I realized that I would call it "love." Not that I did not,
but I was still hurt. I did not feel right in calling it that.

- All right then, my love - he finished with a happy tone, but still, say,
restrained.

I hung up the phone and put it on the nightstand. My head was
spinning, I really do not know where to go. Part of me wanted to finish
with it and pretend nothing happened, and try to get used to the fact that
he belonged to my sister, part of me wanted to continue with that, anyway I
was in love, madly in love with Peter, and agree to continue with it even
in that situation. I was in doubt, so I ended up falling asleep deeply, but
not before some more crying my cherries.

The next day I woke up a little late due to the time that I had gone
to bed. I prepared myself psychologically to find Peter and ran into the
bathroom. I made my hygiene morning, got ready and went downstairs. My
mother was alone in the kitchen, my father had gone to work and my sister
should be in her house. My mother seemed very happy and was just wondering
why I was neat and where would I go.

- Go visit a friend, mother - I said, grabbing a piece of cake. - That he
was studying me, but had to change. Well, she called me begging for a
visit, and I had to refuse.

- Okay, Theo, you can go, but not again later - Mother said. - Wow, I was
impressed with Peter, his sister's boyfriend. He is a handsome young man
and seems to want something really serious with Thalia. Hallelujah Lord, my
daughter has found someone who sucks!

When you hear the name Peter gave my stomach a guinchada, and I
almost choked on the cake. My parents had liked him too: a handsome,
educated, studying at one of the best universities in the state, doing
right, tell by the way, and seemed to really like my sister. That in their
opinion, is not it?

- She is the mother, it's true - I said reluctantly. I did not want to
imply that he did not like even a bit of dating my sister.

- His father is even considering arranging a placement for him there in
the company as assistant to one of the lawyers there, something like that -
my mother said, and I looked sideways at her.

- That's cool, he seems to be quite the same student - finally I agreed,
was almost biting his nails with anxiety to find "My brother in law's
nice."

When I finally finished making my breakfast, I took the first cab
that passed near my house and went to Peter's apartment. When I arrived,
the doorman released my entry because he said Peter had already informed
that I would go there, and I went as fast as possible to his
apartment. This time he answered me naked, he looked really sad. It touched
me.

- Hi - I said, awkwardly. He answered me with another "hi" and told me the
sofa, asking if I wanted something to drink. I was thirsty, but could not
think of anything else but to kiss him on the spot, but I had to control
myself. Above all I needed an explanation.

Peter sat beside me on the couch and sighed. His eyes were a little
swollen, so I assumed he had been crying too. We settled on a sepulchral
silence, until I took courage and began the conversation:

- Well, Ric ... I mean, Peter, I ask only that you do not miss anything
this time, neither his name, nothing, nothing at all, I want you to tell
only the truth, otherwise, I find it impossible to maintain this
relationship.

He looked at me sheepishly, and began to speak. Said it all: that he
lied about his name, because it was not made for society and I was afraid
of those "bixas" - he actually used that term - insistent that when the guy
does not want anything else, they insist and threaten but then he found out
I was the dream of any guy, also said he did not tell about the real name
of insecurity, because he had clung to me and that I was afraid to stop
liking it because of it. I noticed that when Peter was talking to other
gays, he taxed the "bixas", "fagots", this type of term. It was as if he
were not gay, too, that typical self homophobia. I decided to let it go,
and asked about my sister, why he is dating a woman he liked neither.
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Re: english novel - husband of my sister

Unread post by xsuperhotx » 24 Mar 2016 13:07

Thalia I met a few months before I met in college - he answered. - We
sort of became friends, but I did not want to date her. Then my parents
came to visit me and see how I was living. The Thalia had confessed that I
was enjoying myself, then by an impulse or fear, you know, just asking her
for a date, though not like her as a woman, but as a friend. My parents
loved it. And said they were happy to see that their son had taken a course
in life and that he had found a girlfriend. After that, Theo, I could no
longer undo what I had invented, and I really like your sister, you can
tell she really likes the truth, then I'm afraid to hurt her and make her
suffer. That's why we have not told you anything about it. Forgive me,
Theo.

When Peter finished speaking, eventually collapsing in tears, making
me cry too. Again I found myself torn between the teachings of my family,
and my love - yes, love, because I really was loving Peter. - For the guy
who had just told me a story surreal, but at the same time true. Suddenly,
he knelt before me, grabbing my legs and crying uncontrollably.

- Forgive me, darling, forgive me - he said, between tears and more
tears. - Forgive me for having made you suffer, I had no such right.

I could only cry, too, as he smoothed his silky hair and felt
relieved that he finally told me the truth. I understood his side: a
conservative family, too, like mine, a father and a mother who bancavam
with good and better, paying rent in neighborhood of the city for him just
studying and investing in your future. He really could not break that image
of "good guy" to his parents in a sudden, without any security. How could
he survive without the allowance of the parents?

- I understand you, Peter - I said, which made him raise his head and
looked at me with those green eyes lacrimados shining the light of day. -
It's okay if you are hard to take now, as for me also. I just think this
situation with my sister will not work.

- I just ask you time, love - he said, now with a more serene expression,
stopping to cry. - Only time so I can organize myself financially, trying
to save some money and finish with his sister.

- You sure about that, love? - I've called him love again, could not
resist and stay tough.

- I have, so I get financial independence, I'm done with it, so my parents
leave me alone and will not be charging me anything - he continued. - I
really like the Thalia and I know she will suffer, but I'm sure she'll find
someone who loves the truth. And we'll be able to stay together in our
little corner, I only ask that you be patient.

He had me convinced. I thought for a few minutes, while Peter sat
back down beside me, and I concluded that if he really was speaking the
truth, and would not be possible that he was not, we'd be very happy. I
just need to be patient, as he asked. I shook my head positively, and saw
that he understood what I meant.

- I knew you would understand me, love - he said, holding my head in his
hands and leaning his forehead against mine. - I knew it! I promise that we
will be very happy! I love you.

- I love you too, Peter.

Saying that, I kissed him. It was a quiet and tender kiss, which then
became rapid and intense. I did not think of anything else, just to give
pleasure to that guy I'd come to love so much in so little time. To hell
with him dating my sister, what mattered was that he was MINE, all mine,
and nobody else! Do not say that whoever is standing in the rain to get
wet? Well, I got not only a simple rain, but in a tornado, and was to be
swept away by the force of destiny, as long as I was drawn to Peter, I
would without any problems.

He slowly took off my shirt and started sucking my nipples with ease,
making me roll my eyes with excitement. Then he kissed my neck and
whispered in my ear beautiful words. I was completely handed to him, and
Peter knew it. Kiss me again taking his own shirt, unbuttoned after his
shorts, leaving only his underwear. His body was too beautiful, my God! As
I took off my pants, I kissed all his chest and his stomach, knocking her
moans of pleasure. Within seconds we were completely naked, eagerly kissing
on the couch.

Again, he asked me to suck it, and I did. Not as shy at first, but
will, without even pausing for breath. I did not want to let it not even
for one second without feeling pleasure for me to be there. A few minutes
later, he warned that he would enjoy, and asked me to open my mouth, thus
receiving multiple streams of cum in my throat, which swallow just to
satisfy you.

Soon after, he began to suck me too. I did not have his ability to
hold my orgasm, then soon I announced I was ejaculating, asking him to open
his mouth. He said no, he did not like, and how I did not want to
contradict him, I just enjoy his chest.

We kissed deeply, and soon Peter was excited again, ready for
another. This time we went to his room, which fell on the bed caressing and
almost tearing one another's speech. He grabbed the lube and condoms in the
bedside table and asked me to put on his penis with his tongue, which was
promptly answered by me. He groaned with pleasure every time my lips
touched his penis, which looked like a rock. After putting the condom, he
asked me to lambuzasse his penis with lubricant.

Minutes later, I was four, hoping that Peter spent lubricant on
me. He smeared my anus with the cream, and soon after I finally positioned
itself to enter, which occurred with some difficulty, but it occurred. He
gave me a slap on the butt and bit my back as I penetrated, always with a
passion, in a frenzy. We made love in all the positions that exist and not
exist that day, but it always active, and I always passive. Even tried to
be active with him, but he said he did not enjoyed, would rather give me
pleasure. Again I gave in because she loved him and wanted to meet anyway.
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Re: english novel - husband of my sister

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The days that followed were perfect, I was more in love with Pedro,
and was careful not to show it when he went to visit my sister at home, and
the two were dating in the room. I wondered why my sister did not cause him
to her house, after she lived alone, but I think she would rather take him
to the house of our fathers to show my father that she really wanted
something serious, like a marriage, for example. I always saw Peter talking
to my parents about it, but in front of me he never say anything important,
just said that when he was financially set, he would marry. What else made
me happy was that in speaking it, he stared at me for a few seconds and I
was not a red tomato, scared to death of my parents realize something. My
sister was thrilled to be dating him, and one day she came to ask me what I
thought of Peter.

- Well, he seems to be a super nice guy and decent - I replied, trying not
to look into her eyes. I felt a jerk at the moment, but I knew that this
situation will remain while Peter was still supported by parents. And
besides, I was only 17 years, even if I wanted, my parents were responsible
for me at all, I was not master of my nose.

- He's gorgeous, is not it? - She asked, abobalhada. Poor thing, was
really in love with Peter, and once again I felt a jerk that day, a fact
that made me upset and asking God and all the saints so that Peter could
get a good job and finished with her, to finally crush the situation .

- Yes, it is really beautiful, good looking guy - I muttered, still not
looking at her, pretending to read something in the book I carried in my
hands.

- The father said he would appoint him in the office - Thalia said. - I
hope you enjoy his resume. The Pedrinho will be a great lawyer.

The mention of the nickname "Pedrinho" made me feel an even greater
weight on his conscience. For a moment I imagined the face of my father
knew I was gay and was dating my sister's boyfriend. I think my mother had
a stroke in conjunction with a stroke, if that is possible. I decided to
change the subject, not that I did not want a Peter could finally put in a
law firm, but the theme gave me nausea and makes me feel like a dirty.

While my sister insisted on showing up increasingly in love with
Peter, he, in turn, made a point of showing love for me, so when we were
alone in his apartment, of course, local eternizamos as our place. He said
that he planned to cancel the lease of that apartment and finance it on our
behalf, that we might live together as a couple. Each time he did some kind
of comment like that, I knew he was the love of my life, and that feeling
gave me the strength to handle the situation in which we live. It was not
easy to see him kissing my sister, seeing him caressing her body, calling
it "love" in front of my parents ... But I had to endure, had to bear it!
Do not say that the true love endures all things? Well, I really thought
that our love was true.

Our sex life was crazy, and when I say that I am not implying that it
was bad, however, was ma-ra-saw-him-sa. Peter was a great partner in bed,
despite being restricted to do several things that I always had
curiosity. The interesting thing was that whenever he came with a fantasy
to be done, I gave in without thinking twice. I felt completely shamelessly
with this man, there were no religious values, shame, shyness, nothing! I
was exactly the things he called me when we were having sex, bitch,
viadinho, delicious, delicious slut, and so on. I never liked this type of
term, but as they went out of his mouth more beautiful than had hitherto
been kissed, I accepted without hesitation, and would even impress me with
the fact that I was thrilled with them.

Once when we were entering the holiday season in July, my parents
decided to make a visit to my Aunt Marge, who lives inside, another fervent
evangelical who sees Jesus everywhere. As they did not want to leave me
alone at home, my sister offered to come to sleep here every night. So far
so good, I just did not count on the fact that she would call Peter to
sleep with her without our parents knew. I just loved the idea, but seconds
later I realized he was not going to sleep ME, but with ALS. What an idiot!

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