BRUTHALY LUV -2
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8 year old Rachelle Waters woke up from her restless sleep. She threw back the covers, jumped out of bed, and ran to her bedroom window where she saw the first rays of the sun coming up over the building tops in her neighborhood. White clean crisp snowflakes were already coating the city with an early dusting of winter. A big smile beamed across her pretty face when she remembered what day it was.
Running from her room, she ran across the hall to her mother's room and burst through the door. "Merry Christmas mom!!" she yelled, hoping up on the bed.
Her mother (Crystal Waters) woke up to see her daughter happily bouncing up and down on her bed, shaking her awake as she quickly turned her bed into a trampoline. "Stop...stop it Rachelle...., I'm up! I'm up! I'm up, okay...?!" muttered the mother as she brushed the hair from her eyes with her hand.
"It's Christmas mommy..., time to open the presents!" said Rachelle, jumping from the bed to the floor as she dashed for the door. "I'm gonna wake up daddy...!"
"Don't, Rach'..." yelled Crystal from her bed. "...they're probably not up yet...!"
Rachelle ignored her mother's warning as she flew down the stairs. She stopped at the bottom step to stare majestically at the Christmas tree all lit up and housing all of her presents. Adrenaline ran through her little body as she rushed for the basement door. She threw it open as she ran down the cellar stairs and stopped at her father's bedroom door right near the washer and dryer. "Daddy, you up..?" she asked, knocking gently on the door as she pressed her ear against it to listen.
"It's my daughter...!" whispered Marlon Overton, looking back over his shoulder at his lover (Curtis Williams), whom lay behind Marlon in spoon position as he slowly (lazily) stroked his dick in and out of Marlon's well greased asshole while clutching him tightly about the torso.
"It's Christmas daddy..., you woke in there yet?!" called Rachelle, twisting the doorknob only to find it locked.
"Shit..., she's trying to come in!!" panicked Marlon, trying to twist out of his lover's grasp.
"Relax..." moaned Curtis in Marlon's ear, tightening his grip on Marlon's torso to keep him from moving and ruining the moment. "...I lock'd the door last night...! She can't get in here unless she's Houdini!"
Marlon smiled to himself as he realized Curtis must have planned this morning love session sometime last night. Curtis was several years younger than Marlon, but was the dominate one in their relationship as he usually took charge of where and when they had sex.
"Daddy...,are you up...?!!" called Rachelle before knocking some more.
"She's not going to go away...!" insisted Marlon, looking at the door as if he expected his daughter to come barreling through at any moment.
"Then we'd better get down to bizniz...!" whispered Curtis, rolling Marlon over face down onto his stomach in bed as he maneuvered between Marlon's spread legs and elevated his ass invitingly so that he drill all 11 thick full inches of his dick into his lover's behind without interruption.
Marlon buried his face in the pillows as he tried to muffle his own cries and gasps while Curtis picked up the pace of his stroke. "Don't worry baby..., I'm almost there...!" he warned, after digging in his boyfriend's bottom for well over 30 lazily minutes.
"Uncle Curt..., is that you...?" yelled Rachelle, hearing something as she pressed her ear harder.
"Ohmygosh...! She can hear us...!!" panicked Marlon lifting his head and wanting to stop.
"She can't hear anything...!" whispered Curtis, holding his lover down as he continued to fuck.
"She just called your name..., she can hear us fucking...!" panicked Marlon, struggling to break free.
"You're not goin' nowhere til we're done...!" insisted Curtis, ramming his hips harder.
"UHH...UHH...UHH...OHH...! Don't..., please...!" moaned Marlon as he tried to wiggle away.
Curtis fucked faster, driving his dick through Marlon's rectum harder to beat the clock. Marlon stifled his groans and grunts, not wanting his daughter to hear him having sex. He bit his lower lip as Curtis' dick sped in and out of him. His ass had seen many battles such as this with his lover. Curtis had total command over Marlon body as committed lovers ever since moving in together 3 years ago.
Curtis had been humping in Marlon for 30 minutes. Marlon decided to sped up his climax by rhythmically massaging Curtis' plunging dick with his anal muscles, squeezing his sphincter around the slicken glands as it moved through him.
"Oh shit...!" gasped Curtis, fucking even harder as the bed springs started to squeak.
"Daddy...?"
"Fuck..., cum already...!" groaned Marlon, unable to take much more as his innards were pummeled.
"I'm almost there, baby...!" gasped Curtis, slapping his pelvis into Marlon's bare ass cheeks louder.
Marlon milked the plunging dick, desperately trying to get it to spill its precious load inside him.
"aaahhh..., fuck...!" gasped Curtis, burying his dick bone deep as he pressed his forehead between Marlon's shoulder blades and came heavily in his ass.
Marlon felt the long appendage throbbing deep inside him and knew by the growth of warm liquid filling his rectum that his lover had just cum inside him.
"Daddy..., are you okay in there...??!" called Rachelle again, not giving up.
"I...I'm up, Rachelle..., I'm up...!" sighed Marlon as Curtis slowly rolled his weakened body off of him. Curtis was still panting heavily after his hard climax, his body physically exhausted from the night's multiple workouts as he wiped his sweaty brow on his forearm.
Marlon got up (having lost his erection when his daughter started knocking on the door), threw on a thin pair of pajama bottoms, and headed for the door. Rachelle's face beamed with life when she saw her handsome daddy standing before her while Curtis struggled to cover himself under the sheets.
"Hi daddy...!" she grinned heavily, throwing her arms about his waist. "Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas baby..." he said softly as he wrapped his arms around her head and hugged her into his belly. "Let's go upstairs and unwrap your presents..!" he smiled. Rachelle quickly turned around and ran back up the steps, wanting to be the first one under the tree.
Marlon turned around to look back at Curtis as he lay in bed recuperating. "You coming...?" he asked as Curtis spread out on both sides of the bed.
"I just did...!" he said, smiling devilishly...
Upstairs, Marlon found his ex-girlfriend (his baby's momma) in the kitchen making morning coffee. He mumbled "hello..." as he made his way to the fridge, pulling out a carton of OJ as he got himself a glass from the cabinet.
"Rachelle's all excited about getting her presents..." informed Crystal, waiting for the coffee maker to start percolating. "Where did you hide the Barbie Dream House?"
"Curtis and I assembled it last night, then wrapped it in three separate sections so she wouldn't know what it was!" whispered Marlon.
"Good!" smiled Crystal, knowing her daughter had been wanting one ever since the commercials started airing them in October.
Crystal poured herself a cup of coffee while Marlon poured a glass of OJ. They went into the living room where Rachelle was busy making quick work of all the wrappings with her name on it. She opened package after package, getting clothes, shoes, a coat, a scarf and mittens, a new winter hat, boots, a new book bag, some fake jewelry and makeup, and finally her doll house. Her eyes lit up like high beams when she realized the three separate packages made one big doll house with all the furnishings. Rachelle jumped up and hugged her mommy and daddy, then went back to her search mission.
"What's wrong, baby...?" asked Crystal, noticing the frown coming over Rachelle's face.
"Where's the dolls...?" asked Rachelle, doubling back to make sure she didn't overlook something in one of the boxes.
"Dolls...?" asked Crystal, looking over at Marlon. "Where's the dolls, Marlon...?" she asked, looking panicked.
"I thought YOU were getting the dolls...?" asked Marlon, looking equally confused.
"The doll house is hardly any good without the DOLLS to go with it, Marlon!" scorned Crystal.
"Well I wasn't the one responsible for buying the DOLLS, Crystal!" retaliated Marlon.
Rachelle thought her happy Christmas was over when she suddenly heard the BEEP-BEEP of a tiny car horn. She looked back towards the kitchen where she saw a bright pink Barbie Corvette turning around the corner (on cordless remote control) with a black Barbie sitting behind the wheel with a black Ken doll beside her.
"YAAAAAAAHHHH...!!" she screamed, jumping up from her place on the floor as she ran into the dinning room to meet them.
Crystal and Marlon both laughed as Curtis came from out of the basement holding the controls.
"Merry Christmas, babygirl!" he said, kissing Rachelle on the forehead as he tussled her hair. Rachelle was lost in playing with her new toys when Curtis rubbed his flat hairy stomach. "Who's cooking breakfast...?" he asked, looking into the living room at her parents.
"I got it..." laughed Marlon, giving Crystal a break as he got up from the chair and headed towards the kitchen.
Crystal smiled to herself as he thought about what a good catch Marlon was. He was so gentle and attentive, a good father to their daughter and the best friend she could ever hope to have. She started to wonder why she ever broke up with him in the first place, then she suddenly noticed the wet spot forming in the crack of his PJ's...
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Milton and Demecee Howard parked their family car in front of the 2 story apartment complex his brother owned, and helped their 2 children (Jennetta and Aaron) out of their car seats in back. Demecee carried the boy (who was the youngest) as she directed their daughter up the front walk. Milton reached into the car's trunk and pulled out packages, Christmas and birthday gifts for Carl and Charmaine's son Charlie (Milt's brother).
"I don't see your brother's car out here anywhere...!" said Demecee, looking up and down the block at all the parked cars.
"You wouldn't..." said Milt, following closely behind with the bundle of gifts in each arm. "...I told you Charmaine wasn't gonna invite him!"
"To his own son's birthday party..., --ON Christmas day! That's a shame!" said Deme, reaching for the doorknob. "How did he sound when you spoke to him about it?"
"Like shit!" said Milt, using his foot to hold the door open while his wife carried their son and escorted their daughter inside the first flood landing. "But he's made his own bed..., he'll see his son Charlie in a couple of days!"
"Luckily Charlie's still too young to really miss his father's presence at the parties..., but when he gets older he'll realize his dad's never attended ANY of his birthdays or ANY holiday functions!" surmised Deme, knocking on 2-B.
"Let's just drop it, Dee..., I don't want you stirring Charmaine up again like you did last year..., and the year before that!"
"But Carl's his father...!" insisted Deme.
"That's THEIR business, Dee..., we don't have anything to do with it!" argued Milt.
"We're Charlie's god parents! It's PLENTY of our business!" reminded Deme, just before the apartment door opened. "Charmaine...!!" she screamed gleefully, throwing her free arm about her sister in-law's neck for a hug.
"Demecee..., Milt..., glad y'all could make it!" smiled Charmaine, kissing both parents on the cheek before inviting them and little Jennetta in.
The apartment was tastefully decorated in red and green holiday cheer, with a Christmas tree, lights, holly, and balloons for the birthday party.
"Here's Charlie's Christmas and birthday presents!" smiled Milt, handing off the bags of gifts.
"Thank you! Let me take your coats...!" offered Charmaine, balancing everything in her arms. "I believe you know everyone here...! Go mingle..., get some cake and ice cream!" she offered, dashing into the bedroom to store the coats.
"Nice party...!" said Deme, still holding little Aaron in her arms as she glance around at all the faces. She watched Jennetta run over to play with Charlie and the other children around the Christmas tree. Milt instantly recognized little Rachelle, making his blood run cold with the thought of running into her parents (Marlon in particular). He could see them standing in the kitchen, laughing and drinking eggnog with several of their mutual friends.
"Yeah..., it's always a challenge decorating for both Christmas AND Charlie's birthday!" said Charmaine, returning into the living room.
"I'm surprised you haven't moved out of this apartment and into a bigger house now that you have Charlie to chase after!" said Deme, making conversation.
"Well..., we WERE planning on moving into a bigger house before..., when WE were thinking of having more kids..., but now that it's just me and Charlie, we don't need the extra room as much!"
"Don't you want more children?" asked Deme, curiously.
"Well, yeah..., but with who...? I'm divorced, remember?" chuckled Charmaine.
"I couldn't imagine having children by separate fathers!" said Deme, placing her son on the floor as he ran to be with his sister and friends. "I wouldn't want to have 2 or 3 kids with 2 or 3 different baby daddies!"
"Well neither do I..., but what choice would I have? It's not like Carl and I are ever getting back together again!" reasoned Charmaine.
"So you would deny Charlie the opportunity of having a completely biological baby brother or sister simply because you don't love his father anymore?" asked Deme, looking shocked and appalled.
"So what are you suggesting..., that I get pregnant by Carl again just to make sure my children have the same mother and father?" asked Charmaine, also looking shocked and appalled. "That's crazy!"
"I'm just saying..., if Milt and I had divorced and I wanted another baby..., I certainly wouldn't be looking to have one with anyone else!"
"That's easy for YOU to say..." argued Charmaine, "...your husband's not gay!"
Milt stood stone faced as the statement seemed to echo throughout the room, gaining the attention of the people hiding out in the kitchen (Marlon and Curtis in particular), Milt could feel all eyes on him...
"Even IF he was Charmaine..., he'd still be their father...! His sexuality wouldn't change that!" argued Demeece.
"No..., but it would definitely change your way of seeing him! Believe me..., Carl's wee-wee ain't coming nowhere near my V-JayJay EVER again!"
"Oooookay..." said Milton, having heard enough. "...where's the bar...?"
"In the kitchen...!" laughed Charmaine, throwing her thumb over her shoulder.
Milt dreaded going into the kitchen and facing Marlon and Curt again (especially after their 3sums [starting with chap-17 of Between Bruthas in the series My Wife's Brother]), but he really needed a drink to un-sober quickly. He smiled awkwardly as he squeezed into the tiny kitchen...
"Hi..." he said simply to everyone, avoiding Marlon and Curt's eye contacts until the last possible second...
"Hi Milt..., how are you...?" asked Marlon, holding out his hand to shake.
Milt paused for the briefest of seconds, as if unsure he wanted to touch. Then he reluctantly grasped his brother in-law's hand...
"Good. Yourself?" he asked politely, going to the liquor counter.
"Never better." answered Marlon, feeling a little cross by Milt's hesitation.
"Sup?" asked Curtis, hiding his smirk behind a glass of eggnog as he slowly undressed the married man with his smoldering eyes. Milt could definitely see the come-hither in the younger man's facial expression, causing his dick to stir in his pants as he selected his drink of choice.
"So..." said Milt, pouring himself a drink. "...how do the 3 of you like living together...?" he asked as a distraction, eager to get the first shot down.
"It's wonderful!" answered Crystal, sipping her own eggnog. "Rachelle has BOTH of her parents living under the same roof..., and Marlon and Curt are able to still have a private relationship without her knowing!"
"She doesn't wonder why daddy's sharing a room with another man...?" questioned Milt, making Marlon fidget uncomfortably.
"No..., she even calls Curt `uncle'..., which seems to answer any questions she might have about why they sleep together...!"
"hmm..." said Milton, downing his first drink.
"What's THAT supposed to mean...?" asked Marlon, agitated.
"What...?" asked Milt, clueless.
"You said `hmmm' after Crystal's statement..., what did you mean by that...?" inquired Marlon.
"Nothing!" said Milt, unaware he said anything.
"You definitely said `hummm'..." repeated Marlon. "...I HEARD him! Didn't YOU hear him, Curt...?" he asked his lover.
"yup." responded Curt, staying out of it.
"Drop it, Marlon..." warned Crystal, sensing Marlon's attitude.
"No..., I just wanna know what he meant...!" reasoned Marlon. "If he has an opinion, I'd like to hear it is all...!?" questioned the young father.
Milt downed his second drink...
"I don't have an opinion about anything!" he answered, feeling the alcohol burn through his chest, making the hairs stand tall. Marlon (feeling some kind of way after the cold way Milton treated him after their `breakup' a few years ago) was about to add something, when Curtis roughly grabbed his arm...
"Drop it, man! Not here!" he said simply, causing Marlon to stifle himself.
Frustrated, Marlon dashed from the kitchen, excusing himself as he escaped into the living room to be with the children...
"You always have such control over him...?" asked Milt, giving props to Curt.
"Hey..., tops always runna house! World would be ciaos if we did'n!" he joked, making Milt chuckle before downing his third drink. Crystal smiled shyly as she turned away, following Marlon into the other room where Charmaine intercepted her, wanting to introduce her to a friend... "Been awhile since we last saw you..." continued Curt, eyeballing Milt's ass. "...what ya been up to?"
"Working..." said Milt, leaning back against the counter. "...staying out of trouble!"
"Trouble, eh...?" asked Curt, leaning beside Milt. "You think me and Marlon'r trouble...?"
"I didn't say that...!" defended Milt.
"You did'n have to..., fact that ya stayed away says alot...!" countered Curt, watching as Milt nursed his forth drink slowly. "I was hopin' you'd join us for some mo' fun..., you know..., like the OLD days...!"
Milt chuckled as he suddenly downed his last drink, his throat burning less now...
"I can't..." he said, dropping the glass on the counter. "...I have TOO MUCH to lose now!"
"Ain't nobody tryin' to take whatchu got!" informed Curt. "We juss wanna have sum fun!"
Milt looked out into the living room at his family...
"I was caught last time..." he said, recalling how his wife walked in on him with his dick buried in his brother in-law's behind (chap-12 --My Wife's Brother). "...and it took forever to get Demeece to trust me again...! Back then it was just me and her..., now, my kids are involved...! I can't risk losing my children because of some bullshit!"
"I FEEL you, Milt..." said Curt, getting off of the counter as he headed towards the exit. "...but juss remember, me and Marlon'r the only ones people who really kno' WHO you are..., and we're the ONLY ones to accept it without turnin' our backs or makin' you pretend to be somethin' else! You can always be YOU around us..., and that ain't no bullshit!"
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