Date: Mon, 12 Jul 2010 19:09:51 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: bruthaly luv-2

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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