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Subject: Brotherly Games , Chapter 20 Hi everyone. I know it’s been a while, and I apologize to those who’ve been awaiting for this chapter for god knows how long. Writing is difficult, finding new ideas is difficult, and I rather make sure I’m putting quality before quantity. I hope you’ll like this chapter and take care! Please do not forget to make a donation to Nifty for the amazing platform they provide for both readers and writers. If you wish to contact me, you may do so by E-mail: [email protected] Or follow me on Instagram: @Despanien I would also like to thank Max Potter for the taking of his time to check my chapters as I am not a native English speaker. You can read his stories on: fty//authors.htmlmaxpotter Brotherly Games Chapter 20 “Well done guys!” The coach exclaimed cheerfully. “I know it’s Friday night and we’re all exhausted, but you aced it, keep going and we’re in for a winning streak next semester!” He added with his usual energetic voice. As I swam to the edge of the pool my brother extended his hand for me to take. George pulled me out of the swimming pool and patted my soaking wet shoulders. “You’re getting better at this.” My brother pointed out with a mischievous smile. “Sometimes it even looks like you’re enjoying this” He added before winking at me and walking away. I stared at him with a dumbfounded look on my face, it had indeed been a little while since I didn’t really complain or felt annoyed about going to the swimming practice. I quickly blamed it on the habituation and headed to the locker room. “Where are you going Mini George?” Karl inquired after I had hurriedly changed and packed up my bag. “Aren’t you going to grab a drink with us?” “Oh no, not tonight, Carl; Tim is waiting for me outside. I’m spending the weekend with his family in the countryside!” I enthusiastically explained. “Aren’t you saving yourself for me babe?” One of the teammates loudly teased, pointing at his naked crotch and swinging cock. “Hey, you fuck off alright?” George told him with a threatening tone. “And you, you wait for me outside of the locker room.” My brother added towards me. I sighed because I was already late but crossing George’s stare, I knew there was no room for negotiation, as often. So, I just nodded and complied. After a few minutes waiting for my brother, he eventually got out of the locker room, wearing our swimming team’s official tracksuit. He was so fucking handsome that it made me smile without even thinking about it. George ruffled my still somewhat damp hair and with a pat on the back encouraged me to start walking. As we were about to reach the main grand hall, where Tim was awaiting me, George gripped my arm and pulled me towards him. I gasped out of surprise but before I could even protest, my brother got dangerously close to me and whispered right in my ear. “Don’t enjoy yourself too much without me, Baby Henri!” He told me with his signature devilish smile. I smiled back at him and nodded weakly. “Let’s get the fuck out of here now, your little boyfriend must be waiting for us!” He added teasingly before pushing me forward. Tim was waiting for us while scrolling on his smartphone, he brightened up when we walked in and gave me a passionate kiss, as my brother rolled his eyes exasperatedly. I was used to these awkward tense situations now, there was no way to avoid it while having the two men of my life sharing a space that they wanted just for themselves. George and I followed Timoth�e outside where his mother, stepfather and sister were waiting for us in the car. Tim’s mother got out of the car with a broad smile and kissed me on the cheek enthusiastically. “This is my brother George.” I then hastily added as my brother’s suspicious glare scrutinized Tim’s mother. Before she could even try to kiss him on the cheek, George offered his hand to be shaken, as to set some clear boundaries. “Nice to finally meet you, George!” She eventually said while she shook his hand. My brother’s face remained completely stoic, as if it were made of marble. “Well, we better go then! We still have a long ride ahead!” Tim’s mother exclaimed after a long, awkward silence. “I’m going to give you my number, in case of an emergency.” George told her while getting his phone out of his pocket. “Oh, I already have your dad’s one if you…” She started saying before my brother interrupted her. “Our father is in South Korea right now; I’d much rather you call me if anything happens.” My brother curtly explained. “I see… uh… yes, of course.” Tim’s mom stuttered, visibly a little taken aback by my brother’s territorial attitude. They quickly exchanged phone numbers and George kissed me on the forehead before leaving. I jumped in the car, right in the middle of the backseat, between Tim and his sister. I’m not going to lie; I was pretty wasted and almost fell asleep on several occasions during the ride. It took us an hour and a half to reach Tim’s grandparents’ house in the Gers countryside. Timoth�e’s grandparents were a couple of cute elderly people living in an old fashion house, wearing old fashion clothes, and perfectly matching the clich� I had about elderly people from our countryside. Initially I was nervous about meeting them, but that feeling soon faded considering how lovely they were towards me. They were very enthusiastic about having us over and you could tell that they had been getting ready for the past 48 hours. I soon figured out that what they call dinner was actually a feast. Thank God, Tim was willing to eat for both of us, because there was no way I could fit all the food they served me in my stomach. I felt scrutinized, as always when I was with Tim’s family, I could tell they were unsettled by my quiet and calm composure, when they usually were so exuberant in contrast. The grandparents asked a lot of questions about me, and I shyly answered them. From time to time, Tim answered them for me, for which I was grateful. It gave me the opportunity to eat their delicious dishes. I was pretty exhausted and as soon as the grandma showed me our room, (which I thought was a very liberal thing to do for an elderly couple to let two teenagers sleep in the same bed in their house) I announced I would go to bed early. I stayed downstairs for about an hour after dinner, as everyone was cheerfully chatting, and I was slowly drifting to sleep. When I couldn’t fight it any longer, I wished everyone a good night and headed upstairs. Timoth�e was quick to follow me, it must have been less than ten minutes, but I was already dozing off. My boyfriend, however, obviously wasn’t tired. As soon as I heard Tim entering the bedroom, I felt his massive and tall body snuggling against my back. He started kissing my neck and his warm breath over my wet skin made me shiver. Soon, his hands were browsing my stomach under my t-shirt, and I felt his bulge growing as he rubbed it against my butt. I was turned on, but honestly too tired to actively participate in his little game, but I didn’t mind letting him bother me a little more. “You’re so hot babe…” He whispered in my ear. I could hear him purring against me as he held me tighter and tighter. “I can smell the chlorine on your skin.” He added before we both chuckled. “Can I fuck you?” He then bluntly asked. “Hmm…” I moaned sleepily. “I’m so tired!” I managed to whimper. “Let your man do all the work then. I’m going to make you feel good, I swear!” He argued seducingly. He hooked the waistband of my underwear and pulled them to my knees before spitting on his fingers. He brought them to my hole and started fingering with his index, quickly joined by his middle finger. As I started moaning weakly, he put his free hand over my mouth to silence me and started kissing me even more intensely in the neck and around my earlobe. After a couple of minutes, his fingers were replaced by his cockhead pressing against my tight hole. Slowly, but steadily, Tim pushed his fat meat inside of me until he was buried balls deep, and then he stopped moving, letting me accommodate his massive cock inside of me. He then began fucking me, gaining speed and force with each thrust. “Shhhh…” He whispered softly. “You’re such a good boy for me, such a nice obedient faggot!” He continued with a lustful voice. While his left hand was still covering my mouth, his right hand caressed my stomach and torso. “You’re turning me on, such a little whore waiting to be claimed by a real man. Well, guess what? I’m here now, and not letting you go bitch!” Tim groaned with a deep masculine voice. His words were making me hornier than I had been for a long time. I closed my eyes and allowed my mind and spirit to drown in this lustful dream that he was offering me. His pounding became brutal, and the bed his grandparents provided us was loudly squeaking by now, but Tim didn’t seem to care. I was on cloud nine, and I felt his sweat damping my back as our bodies were being repeatedly pressed together. Tim’s balls were loudly slapping against my butt cheeks, as his hands were now gently pinching my nipples, sending yet another wave of confused pleasure through my body. At that point I felt like his sex doll, so frail in comparison to his muscled and tall body, and I fucking loved istanbul travesti that. I was at his mercy, and mercy he showed none while ruthlessly power-fucking me. I felt his rock-hard cock sliding inside of me, every friction bringing me both pain and pleasure, my whole-body shivering. Tim’s breath became more frantic, and I knew it meant he was getting close. His fingers pinched my nipples harder and harder and suddenly he buried his dick balls deep inside of me. I felt his heavy ball sack twitching against my soft skin as he bred me. After a short moment he pulled out and uncovered my mouth. Eventually, we both fell asleep in that position, with his softening cock still resting against my butt cheeks. The next morning, I woke up earlier than I usually do on the weekend, but I could hear that the house was already very much alive. Tim was softly snoring close to my ear, and I wondered how I could have slept with that noise, but somehow, I did. There was no way I was going to get out of bed in that house before Tim did, I was far too intimidated by his family to do so. Gently, I started moving to trigger my boyfriend’s awakening, but it didn’t work. I stayed like that for a little while, trying different stratagems without being too brutal, until Tim’s sister banged at the door. “Wakie wakie lovebirds!” She shouted from the other side of the door. “Granny’s waiting for you downstairs!” She added. Timoth�e stirred and groaned. I smiled and snuggled into his arms to kiss his jawline while he slowly opened his eyes. His body was so warm, his skin was so soft. He started kissing me back and took me in his arms. I could feel his hard cock against my back, and in another circumstance, we would have most likely had sex. Tim, just like me, was always horny in the morning. However, we were certainly not going to risk it with his family all around, especially now that we had been called for breakfast. It was still rather early, and when I walked in the living room, I could see the garden and surrounding countryside was covered in a silver frost. The frost was gleaming with the dim morning light, it was really beautiful. We all sat around the table, and it seemed like Tim and I were the very last to wake up because everyone was already there. The breakfast was as fastuous as the previous day’s dinner, and I could tell that these family reunions were important and joyful for everyone involved. I couldn’t relate to that, and I must admit I felt a twinge of jealousy towards Tim as his family seemed so awesome and united. “Did you sleep comfortably, Henri?” His grandma suddenly asked me expectantly out of nowhere. She smiled at me, and I smiled back before timidly nodding. “Yes, I did, thank you!” I managed to answer with a low voice. Of course, the usually so lively dining table was dead silent now, since I was talking. I noticed that since I started spending time with my boyfriend’s family. They were always religiously analyzing me, as if they were fascinated by the new exotic animal I was to their family. “My brother was called Henri too, my mom was protestant and she named him after the protestant King Henri the IV. My dad didn’t mind since Henri the IV eventually became a catholic King anyway.” Tim’s grandma explained to me with a soft tone. “Do you know why your parents named you Henri?” She then inquired as everyone was still religiously listening to our conversation, periodically disturbed by the noise of someone biting their toasted bread or drinking their hot beverages. “No, I’m not sure, but I don’t think it was after someone.” I truthfully replied pensively. “I suppose they just liked the name.” “I like it too!” Timoth�e exclaimed, winking at me. “Gramps, I’m going to show Henri around!” He then added, talking to his grandfather. “Oh, we have two lambs that need being given medicine. I was about to do it after breakfast, but since you are showing Henri around…” His grandfather suggested with a smirk. “Sure!” Tim enthusiastically answered before looking at me with a beaming smile. We finished our breakfast and then headed straight to the shower. Tim was his usual playful self and couldn’t refrain from touching or slapping my butt if his life depended on it. There was a great deal of kissing involved in the shower, but for the most part we behaved. Once showered, we dressed, and Tim gave me some boots to go outside. Well, they were Tim’s stepdad’s boots, because they were the only ones I could fit, and Tim was very confident I would need them. The outside temperature was fucking freezing. I had been told that the city was usually much warmer than the countryside, and now I could feel it. Timoth�e’s grandparents lived in a house surrounded by a farm. It wasn’t big by any means, but it was still a lot of hard work for his grandpa, especially considering his age. Tim told me that his uncle was often helping him around, since he was a teacher and had a fair amount of free time. The Gers countryside was really beautiful, with its hilly landscape and green meadows. “Come on babe!” Tim rushed me as I paused to look at the surrounding landscape. “Look at this!” He then told me with an excited voice. I walked in the stable and saw the two young lambs bleating when they saw us. “Poor babies, they must be freezing!” I exclaimed while getting closer to their enclosure. “Nah, they’re fine!” Tim just brushed off. He then put his hand on my lower back and pulled me closer. “Here, go for it.” He encouraged me while taking my hand and putting it towards the lambs. I followed his advice and petted the lamb. It was so soft and fluffy, I smiled like a child as my boyfriend smirked at me. “See, you like it!” He pointed out. I shrugged and chuckled, and he kissed me on the temple. Then, Timoth�e took the other lamb in his arms and got a bottle out of his bag. I stared at him with a surprised look and wide eyes. He then gave the bottle to the lamb and it immediately started sucking the milk out of it. “Are you jealous, do you want me to feed you my fat bottle too?” Tim teased me with a mischievous expression. “You’re such a perv!” I teased back with a chuckle. “Is there a time you’re not thinking about your dick?” I inquired mockingly. “I don’t know, is there a time you’re not thinking about my dick?” He shot back while still feeding the bottle to the lamb in his arms. “Well, it’s quite big… It’s hard to miss.” I pointed out, glancing at my boyfriend bulge with hunger. Tim looked back at me with a horny smirk, and I knew he liked it when I flattered his masculinity. Tim fed the other lamb while I was busy petting them and we then left the stable. Tim showed me around and I must say it was a very nice place indeed. Once we were done Tim pulled me against him and pinned me against the old stone wall of the back of the house. I kinda knew this moment would come as I had noticed that my boyfriend was very horny that day. He started furiously kissing my neck and slipped his hand in my underwear, grabbing a fistful of my bubble butt and sighing with pleasure. “You’re so fucking sexy, do you know that?” He murmured in between kisses. I timidly smiled and turned his face so I could kiss his perfect lips. We began passionately making out as his wandering hands kept caressing my round ass. Daringly, I reached for his crotch and could feel his throbbing hard cock tenting the fabric of his jeans. I started massaging his shaft without getting it out of his jeans. Tim groaned out of pleasure and frustration. “Come on, get it out.” Tim instructed me with a commanding tone. “Are you sure?” I questioned while furtively shooting glances around me. “I said, get it out.” Tim repeated with confidence and authority. I gulped and weakly nodded while my hand started unbuttoning his jeans. I grabbed his warm and rock-hard meat and freed it from the tightness of the jeans’ fabric. I jerked him off and watched as his foreskin was slowly rolling up and down, each time filling my nostril with the lustful scent of his teenage hormones. Timoth�e kissed me one more time, and as our tongue parted, his hand pressed on my shoulder, encouraging me to get on my knees. So here I was, my knees on the wet grass, back against the stone wall. My boyfriend had both hands against the wall and leaned on it while looking down at me. I slowly peeled off his foreskin and then engulfed his head in my warm mouth. “Fuuck…” Tim muttered with a hoarse voice, relishing on his cock leaving the bitter cold for a warmer environment. I, on the other hand, began suckling on his tip as if I were the lamb making the most of the milk bottle. I was quickly getting into it, getting more and more of his enormous shaft in my mouth, filling my nostrils with his manly scent and getting high on lust. Tim had his eyes shut as he leaned over the wall and let his little fag absolutely worship him. I got his wet dick out of my mouth and began licking his balls. Tim suddenly grabbed his cock and began slapping it on my face with loud wet thuds, I looked up at him and submissively stared at his big, magnificent eyes. He grinned at me and we both knew he was in absolute control and could do whatever he wanted with me. “Tiiiim?” His mother called from afar. “Oh shit!” He cussed before kadıköy travesti quickly getting his cock back into his pants. He grabbed my armpit and pulled me up. “Yeah mom! We’re here!” He shouted back at her. Tim then furtively positioned his cock straight up, almost a third of it was sticking out of his waistband, but he covered it with his pullover, and I supposed it was the best way to hide his raging hardon. I wiped my mouth and face to erase the saliva that my boyfriend smeared on my face while dick slapping me and quickly brushed off my dirty and wet knees. My face was flushed and probably redder than a lobster as Tim wrapped his arm around my shoulders and got me walking. Mere seconds after we headed to her we met her mom on the lateral side of the house, walking towards us. “Oh, you’re here! What was taking you so long? This farm isn’t Versailles’ Garden, is it?” She laughed, apparently none the wiser about our disheveled and embarrassed selves. I chuckled awkwardly and we followed her inside of the house. “Kiddo, I am going to the village to get some things for today, would you like to accompany me?” Tim’s grandfather immediately asked when we entered the house. “Sure, let me get changed first, it’s quite cold outside!” Tim enthusiastically answered before winking at me knowingly. “Are you coming with us?” His grandfather then asked me with a warm smile as Tim rushed upstairs. “Well I…” I started saying. “Oh wait a second Roger!” The grandma shouted from the other room before erupting in the living room. “Tim told me you like to cook? I could use a hand in the kitchen and Lou is not very helpful honestly!” She then asked me while drying her hand with a rag. “Hey! I’m helpful! Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I should cook, why don’t you ask Tim for a change!” My boyfriend’s sister protested from the couch. Their grandma rolled her eyes and Tim’s mom and stepdad both laughed. “Of course, I would love to help!” I promptly accepted with a shy smile. “Wonderful!” The grandma exclaimed joyfully. “First we are going to pick fresh parsley from the garden!” She said before leading the way to go outside again. “So, how do you like this place, do you enjoy the countryside?” She inquired while we were walking. “Yes, I do. Thank you again for having me over!” I politely replied. “This place is very relaxing and beautiful; I understand why Tim likes to come here so much.” “Don’t be silly, you’re welcome here anytime sweetheart!” She warmly answered. “Our Timmy can’t stop talking about you, I can tell he loves you very much!” His grandma added with a soft tone. “Oh… well, uh… thank you.” I clumsily stuttered while profusely blushing. I was deeply embarrassed to discuss my feelings with Timoth�e’s grandma. I, who came from a family where feelings were so deeply private. “The good thing about parsley is that it doesn’t mind the cold mornings!” She swiftly changed topics as we arrived in front of their massive aromatic herbs’ planter. “Tim told me he’s been visiting your family in the mountains, is that where you’re from?” She asked, continuing her gentle inquisition of her grandson’s boyfriend’s private life. “No, my uncle bought this house near Bagn�res-De-Luchon a few years ago only.” I clarified while picking parsley. “My brother and I were born in Toulouse; this is the only hometown I’ve ever known.” “I like Toulouse, but the rhythm is too quick for me.” She told me with a faint smile. “Whenever we go with Roger, we feel a bit rushed, I much rather this place.” She concluded. “Oh, I think that will be enough parsley for today.” She then pointed out with an amused expression. “Now let’s cook!” On this Saturday’s lunch menu were a mushroom and cream chicken cassolette with homemade Trofie pasta. Although cooking a chicken cassolette wasn’t very technical, I had however never made homemade fresh pasta before. I was amazed by how easy it looked, especially since it wasn’t that easy at all when I was the one doing it. Tim’s mom joined us in the kitchen and the three of us chatted for a while. I was quite relaxed for once, most likely because I was distracted by the cooking, and didn’t feel so self-conscious while talking to my family in law (what a weird concept for a teenager to grasp to be honest). When Tim came back home with his grandpa we were already done with the pasta and were getting the cassolette ready for the oven. He walked in the kitchen and embraced me from behind before kissing my hair. I profusely blushed, thinking that I would definitely never get used to public displays of affection, furthermore in front of my or his family. Once the cassolette was in the oven, we all moved into the living room where Tim’s sister and stepdad were already playing cards. We took the aperitif (a little drink with toasts before lunch or dinner) and Tim took a beer, to which no one seemed to object, to my surprise. Lunch was delicious, regardless of the fact that I was famished, and I guessed why Tim was so tall and strong if he was fed like that during his childhood. His family wanted to play board games after lunch, and I personally had a lot of fun, especially witnessing the playful pettiness and teasing that the game triggered between them. It was mostly harmless of course, even though Tim and his sister were ruthless towards one another. “I think I’m done for today, fancy a walk babe?” My boyfriend eventually asked me after he got visibly bored playing. “Oh well I’m coming too then; I need some fresh air!” Tim’s sister immediately exclaimed. I saw a twinge of annoyance in my boyfriend’s eyes, but I didn’t know exactly why. Nonetheless, after picking our coats we got out of the house, and I followed the two siblings leading the way. Honestly, the digestive walk was more than welcome after everything I ate at lunch. Of course, it wasn’t the Pyrenees mountains, and this little walk wasn’t comparable to the hike we did with my uncle a few weeks earlier, but the hilly landscape still made it possible for a healthy exercise and sportive walk. After several weeks of intensive swimming training, I knew my athletic stamina was considerably higher than it was during the weekend with Uncle David, so I was able to focus my attention on the surrounding countryside. Tim eventually walked right by my side with his arm around my shoulders “Henri, why are you dating my moron of a brother?” Tim’s sister suddenly asked me after a few minutes of teasing and bickering between the two of them. “Fuck off Lou!” My boyfriend immediately shot back. “No, I legit want to know!” She insisted as my boyfriend rolled his eyes. “I’m just curious!” “You’re not curious, you’re nosy!” Tim pointed out annoyedly. “So, what is it about him, Henri?” She kept on asking me. I sighed pensively and paused for a moment. “Well, I don’t know.” I answered, to Lou’s disappointment. “I mean, of course Tim’s got a lot of amazing qualities, too many to name them. In the end, though, I think it’s just because he makes me feel so safe and loved. I just feel very good around him.” I clumsily explained as Timoth�e attentively listened. “Yeah, I think that’s why. He just makes me happy!” I concluded with a nervous chuckle. Lou reacted with a disgusted pout, and I smiled at her bitchiness. “Well, you asked for it, dickhead!” My boyfriend snapped at his sister playfully. “Try to get an actual human being to stick around you for more than four minutes and then we’ll talk!” “Moron!” She shot back while rolling her eyes. “Will the two of you stop, for god’s sake?” I exclaimed, half annoyed, half amused. They both snickered and Tim winked at me maliciously. I knew I was in no position to say shit, considering my own brother, but their rivalry was just so childish and exhausting to witness. At some point, as we walked, Lou went behind a bush to pee, as she apparently urgently needed to go. Tim seized the opportunity and grabbed my arm while gesturing to keep silent. He then dragged me on the other way of the path, and we hid. As his sister emerged from the bush only to discover that we disappeared, she swore a lot and called for us for a few minutes, until giving up and walking away by herself. Tim looked very happy about his little trick, and when she wasn’t within earshot any longer, I began to scold him, but he immediately cut me off. “Who gives a fuck babe, she’ll get over it!” He exclaimed with a chuckle. “Besides, it will teach her to be a cock-block!” “Oh, was she?” I laughed, eventually realising Tim’s intention even though I should have known from the start. He pinned me against a tree and began furiously kissing my neck “Definitely!” He managed to whisper as his hands started to wander around my body. Timoth�e started passionately making out with me as if it’d been weeks we didn’t have the opportunity to have sex, when it really had been less than 24 hours, this boy was insatiable. Truth being told, Tim just knew how to get me in the mood, and it didn’t take long for my own hands to browse his muscled back and butt. I felt his bugle growing between our pressed bodies, and as I kissed his neck, I couldn’t resist the urge to plunge my hand under the waistband of his jeans and inside of his skin-tight briefs. I moaned when my fingertips bakırköy travesti touched the velvet-like texture of his rock-hard cock, fat and meaty. This time, he didn’t need to press my shoulders, I sank to my knees by my own initiative. I quickly unbuckled his pants and got his jeans and underwear down on his thighs. His dick dangled and almost hit my forehead. I grabbed it and peeled the foreskin off. I smelled the musky scent of his precum oozing from his piss slit. I bit my lips and looked up at him with a smirk before kissing the tip. I then began suckling on the large head as I tasted more and more of my boyfriend’s precum. With my right hand I caressed and felt his large balls, they were so big they easily filled my palm. I soon began speeding up the rhythm and Tim had now his eyes shut and mouth agape while softly moaning. I could tell he was very excited already, considering he has been horny ever since waking up. Tim got his dick out of my mouth and smacked it on my cheek, smearing precum all over my face. I greedily opened my mouth wide, signaling that I desperately wanted to suck his cock. Tim got the hint and plunged it back into my mouth and it soon hit the back of my throat. I gagged and choked a little, but my boyfriend seemed to like it, until I found just the right angle and was able to fit his whole monster meat inside of my throat. My nose suddenly pressed against his trimmed pubes and my chin against his balls. Tim grunted like a beast and inwardly I smiled. Pleasing my boyfriend, especially in a sexual way, was something that immensely turned me on. My own dick was so hard, yet neglected, in my pants. From that moment on, Tim and I were both very close to the edge, and I decided to speed up the rhythm. I bobbed up and down his fat shaft as Tim’s hand guided me from the back of my head. I gave him a sloppy blowjob and my spit was now coating his massive balls. I could taste more and more precum leaking inside of my mouth and I knew he was close. Eventually, Tim buried his cock as far as he could, and I felt his massive shaft twitch and flex as ropes and ropes of his cum flooded my throat. I was forced to swallow it, even though it was definitely not reluctantly, and his balls convulsed against my chin. Tim groaned animastically and sighed heavily before slowly pulling out of my throat. “Where the fuck have you two been?” Tim’s sister exclaimed accusingly when we walked into the house. Tim looked at me and shrugged nonchalantly. “Henri needed to go for a piss too, and when we came back you weren’t there any longer.” He shamelessly lied with a casual tone. I don’t know if she bought his bullshit, I don’t think so, but she nonetheless dropped the matter entirely and just sighed with exasperation. Tim’s grandma was already cooking dinner, and as she didn’t ask for me I didn’t want to bother her. We sat on the couch and watched a movie with Tim, his sister, and his stepdad. It was nice, I saw it before, but I didn’t mind rewatching it with them. Timoth�e was his usual tender self when we watched the movie. He pulled me closer and invited me to cuddle against him, safe and comfy in his strong arms, regardless of the fact that we were in front of his family. To be honest, I got used to it and almost fell asleep until my phone suddenly rang in my pocket. Snapping out of my reverie I noticed it was Uncle David, got up and answered in another room. “Hello?” I answered. “Hey buddy! How are you doing today?” Uncle David started saying. “I was wondering if you were available to have lunch together tomorrow, your cousins would love to join us as well!” He enthusiastically invited me. “Oh, I would love that, but I’m at Tim’s family in the countryside.” I explained with a hint of disappointment. “We won’t be back until the afternoon.” I specified. “Really? Damn it’s becoming serious between the two of you if you’re already meeting his family!” Uncle David exclaimed with a laugh. “No worries then, I’ll let you enjoy your in-laws, say hi to Tim for me and take care!” “Uncle David, wait!” I hurriedly interrupted before he could hang up. “Uh… well, maybe you’re available for dinner? I would like that too!” I counter-offered as I desperately wanted to spend time with him. The thing is, my boyfriend’s family was amazing. It was truly heart-warming to be around them, they had been very welcoming of me, and I could tell how loving and caring they were towards one another. Yet I knew this wasn’t my family, and it made me feel a bit down at times when I thought about my own family in comparison. Uncle David was someone that made me feel good, and I just knew seeing him at the end of this week-end at Tim’s would make me feel better. “Well… I don’t know, I don’t know if your cousins are going to be available, and I work on Monday morning so uh… well… I’ll let you know alright?” Uncle David evasively answered. “Okay, enjoy your week-end Uncle, and take care!” I said, feeling a bit down knowing we most likely wouldn’t meet. “You too buddy!” I went back to the living room and cuddled against Tim for the remains of the movie. Truth being told, I wasn’t in the mood for another family dinner with Tim’s family, but I didn’t really have a choice. I think my boyfriend quickly realised it, because when we started the appetizer and aperitif he didn’t talk to me even though he was right next to me and sporadically caressing my hair, kissing my shoulder, or squeezing my thigh. The rest of Tim’s family, however, was completely oblivious to it. Obviously, I didn’t want my mood to reflect on my behaviour, so I tried to cheer myself up and enjoy the moment. When Tim’s mother offered to serve me wine, I initially declined, but then she added. “Come on, I know that you boys are drinking when there are no adults around! Don’t be shy, I once was your age you know!” She encouraged me. “Uh… well, okay then.” I reluctantly agreed, not wanting to embarrass myself. Then I thought “Fuck it!”. Maybe this would actually help me cheer up, and it’s not like Tim’s mom didn’t know I came back home shitfaced the last time I was supposed to sleep at their place. I’m sure she remembered the drama it caused with my dad. I drank one, then two, then three glasses of wine and sure enough I started to cheer up and to be more and more talkative. I even cracked some jokes and teased Tim which prompted his sister to tag along, never passing up an opportunity to make fun of her brother. When I took the bottle to pour myself a fourth glass Tim grabbed the bottle from my hands and prevented me from doing so. “Babe, why don’t you have water or ice-tea instead, okay?” He suggested with a calm but firm authority. “Oh, come on Tim, don’t be such a bummer!” Tim’s mom cheerfully exclaimed, herself a little tipsy. “Mom!” My boyfriend snapped with visible annoyance at his mother. “No, you’re right Tim, sorry.” I quickly apologised, rapidly sobering up after being called out in public. “Could you pass me the Ice-Tea?” I asked my boyfriend with a soft and submissive tone. Lou rolled her eyes, and I could tell she hated the fact that her mother allowed Tim to be the “mature” one. When dinner finished, they all stayed downstairs drinking some more and playing cards, but Tim suggested we might go to bed already, for which I was grateful. When we entered the room, Timoth�e jumped on the bed and laid on his back. He sighed deeply and patted the mattress beside him to invite me to join him. I climbed on the bed and crawled against him, nesting my head in his neck and kissing his collar bone. Tim kissed my temple and turned a little on his side so I would be facing him. “How are you babe?” He eventually whispered as he caressed my hair. “I’m fine, I’m sorry about the alcohol, I should have…” “Henri, stop!” He interrupted me with a chuckle. “Have you seen them? They’re ten time worse!” He pointed out. “I just didn’t want you to feel like shit tomorrow.” He explained. “Who was it on the phone earlier?” “It was Uncle David, he invited me to have lunch with him tomorrow. But I told him I was with your family” I answered with a sleepy voice. “Any news about your cousin’s mother?” My boyfriend inquired. “No, but Uncle David told us he didn’t necessarily want to talk about it, so I didn’t ask.” I replied while my hand wandered around Tim’s muscled back. “Yup, you’re right.” He sighed before kissing my forehead tenderly. “Did you enjoy your week-end here?” My boyfriend then asked me with a soft voice. “I did, thank you for inviting me here, your grandparents are super sweet!” I confessed with a tender voice. “Yes, yes they are.” Tim responded. “At times, you seemed a bit down, like you were sad or something. You know you can tell me if something upsets you, I know my family can be a lot, even for me.” “No, it’s not that baby.” I murmured. “Your family is awesome, but you know how my family is, I get it just reminds me of how things could be in mine, and it makes me feel a little melancholic.” I admitted timidly. Tim hooked my chin and planted a kiss on my lips. “I know something that could make you feel better.” Tim eventually declared with a shit eating grin and a quickly hardening cock. **** If you want to send me comment, questions, or just want to chat about the Story, feel free to add me on Instagram: Despanien Or send me an E-mail: [email protected] Also, I mentioned some recipes in this story, and I wanted to tell you that I translated them into English, and you are able to find them pot/
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