My Hot Brother in Law

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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.

• 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. Love is actually a purple flower that grows in the heart of the Muggles!