My Hot Brother in Law

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I had no desire even more to go to school, and as we were in July, the school vacation had started, so I could save my laziness. Peter occupied my mind during the 24 hours of the day. If I woke up, I was thinking about him, If I were eating, I was thinking about him , trying to study up, I was thinking about him, it was finally all I did was thinking that my sister took me to the normal and left me in a trance. To this day I do not know if it was love or if it was because he was my first crush gay. If there is a fact that I find quite interesting and curious is this: I've noticed that when a gay man falls in love for the first time, it seems that the world will end if he does not stay with the guy. Even the slightest sexual attraction is mistaken for love at the moment.

Since the trip back to my parents house of Aunt Marge, we had more opportunity to get together and dating the way we did while they were traveling. My sister, when she was not working with things of her college because she was forming that semester, she was in the house of Peter, preventing me from going there. Sometimes she even called me to accompany her, but I did not have enough chutzpah to keep them there in that place that Peter called it "our place" when we were together. It would be like injecting poison into my veins and expect to take effect. Thalia was still the same, never even saw a different look from Peter to me, that sometimes made a point of showing that he was excited or something, that bastard!

During a Sunday lunch, at home, were I, my father, my mother and my sister, who warned that Peter was coming to lunch with us. My father smiled and said he really liked the choice of my sister. My mother agreed.

• I talked to my boss, Mr. Albanez, and he said he wants a resume of Peter - said my father. - I will take that Peter is coming and ask it to print a resume for me to take tomorrow. It will be a great opportunity for him, the office is one of the most renowned city.

• Oh, Dad, I do not know how to thank you for being helping Peter - Thalia said, smiling happily. - The stage at the university is good but paid very little and Peter said he wants to be stabilized as soon as possible so we can get married.

• Blood of Jesus has power! - My mother exclaimed, giving a quick hug in Thalia. - I knew that the Savior hear my prayers. Hallelujah.

• The Lord is really wonderful, isn't he? - Inferred my father, when someone knocked on the door. My sister was running suit, and when Peter came, she jumped up and kissed him passionately. He returned the kiss, but when her eyes found me I felt that it was not real. He was only mine.

• Good afternoon - Peter said, entering the room. - Okay?

• Everything yes, my son - my mother said, standing up and pointing to Peter a chair beside me. - And you? Sit down for lunch, and feel free.

• Peter, my boy, I have some news for you - my father spoke. - I need you to print a resume for me to take it to Mr. Albanez, my boss.

• I do not believe, Mr. Alfredo! - Peter exclaimed, smiling. At that moment, I felt like kissing him, but the voice of my sister brought me back to reality.

• That's right, baby, daddy will take your resume to his boss, and the Lord willing, you will work as assistant to the owner of one of the best law firms in town! - Said my sister. - Is not it wonderful?

• I do not even know how to thank you, Mr. Alfredo - Peter murmured, still smiling. - Really, thank you for trusting me. I promise I will not disappoint you.

• I'm sure - my father said. - Just ask to make my daughter happy, that's all. In the faith of the Lord, of course.

• You can be sure that I will try to make her the happiest person in this world - said Peter, looking at me a glance and then looking at my sister, who almost jumped for joy.

• Hallelujah, Jesus! - Exclaimed my mother, who was visibly happy to see that she wasn't wrong about Peter. As she was wrong.

The landline phone rang suddenly, calling our attention. As I was not very comfortable with that subject in full Sunday lunch, I decided to answer the phone myself. It was Paul, my Aunt Marge's son, who saw Jesus everywhere. He looked a little worried.

• Hi, Theo, all good, man, how long we do not talk, right? - He said, but his tone was not very cheerful.

• All right, Paul, and you? - I asked, already knowing the answer.

• Thank the Lord, I'm fine - he replied. - But Theo, I'm calling to tell you that my mother had to return to the hospital today, but she's fine, there were just some pains in the stomach, you know how stubborn she is, I'm on her foot, but she manages to escape and eat lots of junk when I go out to solve my stuff.

• Um, okay then, Paul, I hope Aunt Marge gets better, I love her - a lie! - But I also know that she is very stubborn! Do not worry I'll tell my parents.

• Thanks, Theo - Paul said. - And hey man, tell me, how's school? Prepared for the exam?

Paul and I were never very close, just the basics for cousins ??who live in different cities. It had been a long time since I had not seen him, and he was a couple years older than me. But one thing I always knew about him, the poor guy has tried to enter the university since turned 18 and never succeeded.

• Well, I'm trying to feel at least quiet - I replied. - The entrance exam is one of the causes of my insomnia.

I laughed at my own "joke", followed by Paul, who laughed heartily. The strange thing was that upon hearing his laughter, I realized how it had changed. His voice was more serious and his laughter was beautiful, but serious at the same time. He was a man's voice even, if anyone understands what I mean. For a moment I felt attracted to that voice.

• Well, I hope to pass the entrance exam as soon as possible, if not I give up on time, tidy and a job to pay even a private college - Paul spoke, waking me from my trance. - Dude, I must confess that I can not stand to be sustained by my mother.

• So we are two - I agreed, taking care not to be heard by my parents, who were already on the prowl to find out who was on the phone. - Well, gotta go now, cousin, I hope you do not mind.

• Sure, I understand, no problem - Paul said, and I realized he did not want to end the conversation there, but I had to go back to the table, for Sunday lunch at my house has always been sacred to my parents, dedicated to the Lord that day.

I returned to the table and said what Paul had said. My father asked us to do a prayer after lunch to ask God to Aunt Marge improve, and so we did. Then my sister went upstairs with Peter, who looked at me as if begging me to save the situation, but I pretended that nothing had happened and went to help my mother in the kitchen.

The following Sunday lunch was the same way, and once again Peter was there, beautiful and seductive, but accompanied by my sister. I was climbing the walls because it was about a month since I do not get fucked, and you know that when the little door of desire opens ... I needed something to do that day, so I had an idea why I felt a foul, but it was to stay with Pedro, I would.

As my parents had to go to the church with my sister, because she would make a statement about how the church helped her get into the best university in the city, and how Jesus gave her strength to endure the hardships of life sinful academic I would pretend that I was in so much pain in my stomach and ask to stay home because Iwas not able to go to church that way. Peter surely realize my intentions, and would offer to take care of me while my parents and my sister were in the church. Incredible as it may seem, I did, and it worked. My parents went to worship and Peter offered to take care of me, seeing the look that I threw. Peter still made sad for my sister because he could not go because she wanted him to attend her testimony.

When we were finally alone, Peter laughed and called me a bastard. I replied, calling him a rogue and scoundrel, as we kissed passionately and he ripped my shirt in fury behest bites me in the chest. I was already killing the dogs cry since our sex in the kitchen, did not want to know anything, and pushed the couch and jumped on him, tearing his shirt too.

We stayed there for a good time and climbed into the room, mad with desire. I still sucked him on the stairs, and the more I sucked, the more he lingered in cum. I was with my mouth hurts when we entered the room, and he sucked me. Nearly came in his mouth, and he pulled my pants completely, leaving me naked and with pert ass, ready for extreme pleasure. Suddenly, he stopped, looked back and I saw him watching my back as a dog watches a juicy piece of meat.

• What is it? - I asked, not understanding.

• Today I will make a fantasy that inhabits my dreams for some time - he replied, biting his lower lip.

• And what is this fantasy? - I asked, putting my feet. - The way I am now, I would top anything.

He told me he wanted me to wear a pair of panties from my sister and a few pieces of clothing that he thought are beautiful, a skirt and a blouse. I was reluctant for a moment, in no time crossed my mind that he would want to fuck me seeing me dressed in the clothes of my sister, but he insisted and I accepted because I was so mad with desire to fuck. He went to my sister's old room, which still contained some clothes in case she sleeps at home, and brought me the blouse, skirt and panties. I went into the bathroom to get dressed because I felt a little ridiculous to see him looking at me.

I've never thought I would see Peter drooling like that for me, but upon entering the room dressed in the clothes of my sister, I found a hard dick of Peter sitting in bed, mouth open and drooling to see me like that. His eyes shone with excitement, it was something amazing. He got up and went back to kissing me, stroking my legs beneath the skirt, I felt those girls who have sex in a dark street hidden from parents. I started to suck him again, and he pounded his cock in my face, calling me a "naughty", "horny pussy", those same terms! After a few minutes, he says he'll get the lubricant in my sister's room because he had forgotten to take off when choosing clothes.

• Do not delay, my tasty, I want you to break me today! - I exclaimed, feeling like a bitch now. After his departure, I was watching myself in the mirror of the wardrobe, and until I looked good in the clothes from my sister, and my legs were not so ugly!

I was lost in thought about my body when I realize the door opened abruptly and a "What's that?" Echo through the room. It wasn't Peter, nor any person who has invaded the house. It was my father, and his expression of disbelief to see me dressed in the clothes of my sister and me admiring in the mirror while it was noticeable, and at the same time frightening.