Date: Mon, 7 Nov 2011 20:13:34 -0500 (EST) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: bruthaly luv-34 BRUTHALY LUV -34 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< "Wussup...?" asked Milt, waiting for his brother (Carl) as soon as he came out of his bedroom, fully dressed for the errands he had to run that day. "Hey." said Carl, grabbing his keys. "How you feeling today...? Feeling better...?" "I'm good..." smiled Milt, goofily. "...how's Jasmine...?" "Jasmine...?" questioned Carl, checking his pockets for his wallet and ID. "She left sometime last night...!" he said, paying his brother little mind. "I don't have a lotta food in the fridge..." he informed, changing the subject. "...but if you're hungry, you might wanna wait til lunch time to order some takeout...! I've got menus taped on the fridge if you're gonna be staying more than ONE night...?!" "I'll be okay." said Milt, following his brother to the door. "I'll probably crash over mom and dad's for awhile...!" "What's the DEAL with you and Deme...? Yall have a big fight or something...?" inquired Carl, curiously. "Is there anything...SPECIAL you want to tell me about Jasmine...?" asked Milt, pretending her didn't hear that last question. "Like what?" asked Carl, eager to get to his errands. "Like..." said Milt, hoping his brother would tell him his new girlfriend was a tranny without him having to reveal HOW he knows... "...are yall serious...? How long've you two been together...?" "About 4 months..." said Carl, "...and I don't know..., SHE wants to get serious..., but I'm not ready to settle down just yet...! COLD FEET...! You know WOMEN ain't been my cup of tea for awhile!" "ah..." said Milt, going along with the charade. "...so...would you MARRY this, uh...girl...?" asked Milt curiously, wondering just how INTO this girl/guy his brother was...? "umm..." thought Carl, as if he COULD marry a transsexual. "...I haven't given it any thought...! After Charmaine..., I DOUBT I'd ever get married again..., but who knows...? Maybe...! Why..., were you checking her out last night when she went to the bathroom...?" Milt laughed, but then saw the seriousness on his brother's face... "uh...yeah..." he said, not wanting to hurt his brother's feelings. "...she's a very attractive girl...! How OLD is she...?" "29...!" smiled Carl. "She's REALLY pretty, ain't she...?" he asked, beaming proudly. "You wanted to FUCK her, didn't you...?" he smiled, knowingly. Milt stammered, not wanting to sound like something was WRONG with her... "Admit it...! If she gave you HALF the chance, you'd've been all up in that ass, wouldn't you...?!" asked Carl. "Yeah man..., you GOT me..." lied Milt. "...she's HOT!" "Damn straight she's HOT!" glee Carl, opening the door. "And she's ALL MINE! So don't be getting no ideas of sharing like we did with Marlon when we first met!" he said before leaving, not sharing her secret with his little brother. "NO problem..." said Milt, not interested anyway... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Marlon was sitting upstairs in the kitchen drinking a peaceful cup of coffee, when Crystal came into the kitchen. She paused at the kitchen door before walking over to the coffee pot to pour herself (and Dan) two cups of coffee. "Morning..." said Marlon, knowing it was only a matter of time before the ran into each other (sharing the same house). Crystal hesitated speaking, keeping her back to Marlon... "Good morning...!" she finally said, pouring sugar and cream into her cup. "I GOT HIM BACK last night..." she said (happy with herself) before turning around to see Marlon's expression. "...you thought you'd steal him away from me, didn't you...? With that...DEEP THROAT of yours...!" she said, disgusted. "But you underestimated my vagina...! Good pussy trumps good head ANY day of the week to a straight man!" Marlon lowered his head into his cup. Suddenly his coffee wasn't keeping him warm enough anymore, and he wished he had worn more than just a wife-beater and pajama bottoms upstairs... "What's the matter..., cat got your tongue...?" asked Crystal, sensing victory. "I never wanted Dan..." said Marlon without looking up. "...giving Dan head was YOURS and DAN'S idea! I only went along because you both wanted me to..." "Yes..., but you took that ONE incident and whirlwinded it into a common occurrence...!" protested Crystal. "You even got him to sleep in YOUR bed after we had our FIRST argument..., which ironically was over YOU...! Go figure THAT one!" "What's going ON in here...?" asked Dan, suddenly walking into the kitchen for his coffee. "My two girls in here fighting...?" "Not at all." said Crystal, handing Dan his cup with a morning kiss. "What were yall talking about..., really?" he asked, leaning back against the stove as he titled his coffee cup up to his lips. Crystal swallowed... "We were just talking about the argument we had the other day..." she informed, "...when you said you wanted Rachelle to call you daddy instead of Marlon..." "Well..., I AM the guy paying for most of her belongings financially..." argued Dan, "...Marlon just opens the door when she gets home from school and occasionally helps her with her homework! Who's exhibiting more of the parenting skills and obligations...?" "But Marlon's her FATHER...!" countered Crystal, repeating the same argument. "Sperm donor..." corrected Dan. "...a FATHER has duties I personally feel he's been lacking in while I've been excelling!" Crystal looked back at Marlon (who didn't seem to be fighting his own argument), and gave up...! "Okay...okay..." she said, throwing her hands up in defeat. "...if Marlon doesn't feel the need to defend his title as Rachelle's father..., then why should I...?" she added, bringing a satisfying smile to Dan's morning face. "IF Rachelle wants to call you daddy..., it's okay with me!" "Thank you..." smiled Dan, taking another sip of coffee before kissing Crystal on the lips... "Are you HAPPY now...?" she laughed, finding it funny that he got his way anyway. "Actually, NOW that you mention it, no..." said Dan, much to Crystal's surprise. "...in fact, I WON'T be happy until I've gotten you ALL to call me `Daddy'...!" he added, bringing a shocked looked to Crystal's face. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< John and Melissa Howard sat down to eat breakfast (along with their 29 yr old daughter Janice) in their home in West Philly, when their 34 yr old son Milton came in unexpectedly... "Milt..." called his mom in surprise, as he appeared in the kitchen doorway. "...WHERE have you been...??! Demeece's been calling here every hour on the hour looking for you...! You can't answer your cell phone...?!?" "Sorry mom..." said Milt, giving his mom a hug as she stood in the middle of the kitchen with a hot frying pan and a spatula. "...I turned my phone off and spent the night over Carl's...!" "Carl's...?" questioned Janice, grabbing the syrup off the table to ass to her pancakes. "You MUST'VE been up the creek...!" "What the hell's going on with you and Deme...?!" asked John Howard (Milt's father). "She sounded in TEARS last night...! I had to chain your mother to the bed to keep her from driving over there last night...!" "Chain mom...?" questioned Milt, picturing his dad chaining his mother to the bedposts. "Don't GO there..." warned Janice sarcastically, having HEARD her parents have sex. "...BELIEVE me...!" "Oh..., everything is a JOKE to you kids...!" grumbled Melissa Howard, pouring eggs onto her daughter and husband's plates. "YOU want breakfast, son...?" she asked, turning towards the stove. "You KNOW I do...!" said Milt, taking a seat at the kitchen table. "Here...take MY plate..." said his mother, passing Milt her 2 warm pancakes. "...I'll have your eggs ready in a jiffy!" "Thanks mom!" said Milt, grabbing the syrup. John Howard watched as his son used his fork to cut into his pancakes, then stuff them into his mouth and start chewing. "Mmmm...delicious as always, mom...!" he complimented. "Are you REALLY going to walk into our house and sit there eating your mother's pancakes without telling us what's going on...?!" asked the father, stumped. "Really...??" Milt snickered, nearly choking on his food... "It's very PERSONAL, Daddy...!" informed Janice, knowing Milt wasn't ready to share everything with the family just yet. "Its okay, Jan..." he said, grabbing his sister's hand in support atop the table. Taking a deep breath, he swallowed what was already in his mouth... "...I just found out recently that Deme cheated on me for the first few years of our marriage..., with her PASTOR...!" "NO...!" said Melissa Howard, clutching her chest in shock. "Oh Milton..., I'm sorry...!" "That's NOT all..." said Janice, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Milt's parents looked braced for the worst... "I had reason to believe..., Jannetta might not be my biological child..." he added, watching his parents gasp. "...so I had paternity tests done on BOTH of my children...!" "Paternity tests...?" asked Melissa, looking at her husband. "That's when they take DNA samples from the kids and compare them to the father's to see if there's a genetic link...!" explained Janice, getting worried looks from her parents. "Did you get an answer yet...?" she asked, looking to her brother for confirmation. Milt nodded... "Aaron's my son..." he said, much to the relief of his parents. "...but Jannetta's NOT my daughter...!" "Oh god..." said Melissa Howard, stumbling towards a free chair. "...I need to sit down..." she said, feeling weak in the knees. "You okay, mom...?!" asked Janice, jumping up to help her mother. "NO she's NOT alright...!" yelled John Howard, angry over the whole matter. "She just found out that one of her grandchildren isn't..." he stopped himself before saying it out loud. Looking to his son, he asked..." So WHAT'RE you going to do...?!" Milt shook his head, staring down at his plate... "I don't know..." he said, honestly. John Howard looked around at his wife and daughter... "Could you two leave me and Milt alone for awhile...?" he asked, politely. "Yes...yes...of course..." said Melissa without question. Janice however wanted to stay, but knew better than to argue as she helped her mother from her chair and out of the kitchen... With the two MEN of the house now alone, John Howard turned to his son... "You're planning on LEAVING your family, aren't you...?" he asked, reading his son's face. "I didn't raise you kids to be quitters and RUN AWAY from your responsibilities...!" "What...??" asked Milt, believing he was hearing things. "So Demeece made a mistake..." argued John. "A MISTAKE...???" questioned Milt, nearly jumping from his seat. "...it's still NO REASON for leaving your family behind...!" continued John, finishing his statement. Milt laughed in frustration... "You don't KNOW what you're talking about, dad...! Jannetta's NOT MY CHILD!" he yelled, trying to get it through his dad's thick skull. "It doesn't matter WHAT her genetic DNA says..., YOU raised her! She's YOUR daughter! It doesn't matter WHOSE SPERM created her...! YOU loved her! YOU cared for her! YOU were there when she was born! YOU held that little girl in your hands when she was too small to even know how to BREATH without getting swatted on the bottom! She's YOUR little girl! YOU named her! If you leave her NOW after all of that, when she needs you the most..., you'll regret it for the rest of your life! Milt shook his head, his eyes swelling with tears... "It's easy for YOU to say, dad..., nothing like THIS'S ever happened to you!" John Howard hesitated..., looking through the rest of the house to make sure his wife and daughter weren't around... "What I'm about to tell you right now..., doesn't go beyond the TWO OF US! Understand...?!" he asked his son. Milt looked confused. "NO ONE KNOWS about this...!" he stressed. "Promise me you won't say anything to anyone...! Especially your sister and brother...!" said John. "PROMISE ME, dammit...!!" he yelled. "OKAY, okay...!" said Milt, wiping away his tears. "I PROMISE! Okay...?" John Howard sighed to himself, having carried this with him all these years. Milt saw the scared look in his father's eyes, and started to worry... "Your brother, Carl..." started John, pausing for a moment. "...ISN'T my biological son...!" Milt's jaw dropped. "Your mother was 2 months pregnant when I met her...! She'd been dating this boy who broke up with her once he found out she was pregnant...! She was devastated! A friend introduced us, and I fell in love with her almost immediately...! After a few months of courtship, I asked her to marry me and she said yes...!" John reached across the table and gripped his son's arm... "So what I'm TRYING to tell you, is that I understand..., Jannetta doesn't have to be your biological child to be your daughter...! Your LOVE for her makes her yours..., NOT your sperm...!" "Mom's case is DIFFERENT from mine, Dad...!" argued Milt. "You KNEW she was pregnant by someone else..., there was never any question as to whose paternity the child was...! Deme CHEATED on me, with someone she'd been having an ongoing affair for YEARS...!! It's NOT the same thing! I had no choice in the matter..." "But you DO have a choice, son..." countered John, "...don't make the WRONG CHOICE out of anger...! Don't punish Jannetta over something her mother did before she was born...!" "I can't TALK to you about this...!" said Milt, getting up from his seat. "Your mind's made up already! You don't see a problem with what my WIFE did...!" "I didn't SAY that...!" defended John, standing as well. "Let's get something straight here..., I don't give a FUCK about Demeece..., she's NOT the one I'm trying to protect here...!" "I know, dad..." said Milt, lowering his head. "...you're thinking of Jannetta..." "And YOU...!" explained John, grabbing his son's arm. "I'm trying to protect YOU too..., cause if you wake up one day without those kids in your life, you'll WISH you had...! And by then, it might be too late...!" Milt gave his father a hug. "Thanks for the support, dad..." he said, before breaking loose. "THINK it over long and hard before making any snap decisions...!" advised John, patting his son affectionately on the back. "I will. I promise." smiled Milt weakly, taking his leave, his mind more clouded than ever. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 8 year old Rachelle Waters sat at the breakfast table, finishing the last of her breakfast cereal when her mother came rushing in with her school bag and jacket. "Come on Rachelle..." he called, in a hurry. "...we have to get you to school!" "Okay mom!" said Rachelle, drinking her bowel of leftover milk as Marlon and Dan sat at the table watching her. "RACHELLE...!" yelled Crystal, rushing the child. "Hold your horses, mommy...!" said Rachelle, getting a snicker from her daddies. "Bye Daddy...!" she said to Marlon, getting off her chair to kiss his cheek. Then she walked around to the other side of the table and kissed Dan. "Bye Daddy!" she added, bringing a big smile to his face. "See you later tonight, pumpkin!" he said, giving her an extra added hug. Crystal lingered in the kitchen doorway as Rachelle walked over and slid her arms into her jacket... "Will you still be here when I get back...?" asked Crystal, eyeballing Dan. "I don't THINK so..." said Dan, sitting at the table with Marlon. "...I'll probably hit the shower and go as soon as you leave...!" "Oh...okay..." said Crystal skeptically, her eyes running from Dan to Marlon then back to Dan... Dan waited until he heard the front door shut before he put the moves on Marlon, pushing himself back in his seat to reveal the hardon hiding in his bathrobe. "Time for YOUR breakfast!" he said to Rachelle's dad. Marlon looked down between Dan's legs and saw the power horse standing between his legs, demanding his immediate attention. "Crystal's not comfortable with us messing around...!" he said, keeping his distance. "Crystal's NOT here!" said Dan, wagging his flagpole suggestively. "It doesn't matter..." said Marlon, standing ground. "...I can't risk her getting mad at me again and kicking me out...!" "Let ME worry about Crystal..." assured Dan, getting up from his seat as he started to approach. "...I'll HANDLE her...!" Marlon said nothing else in protest as Dan simply walked up, then tapped his dickhead against Marlon's bottom lips. As if waving a magic wand, Marlon's mouth gaped open allowing Dan's dick passage. Dan smiled to himself as his dick entered Marlon's mouth, sliding between his soft lips and over the flat of his warm wet tongue. Marlon never moved from his seat as Dan gripped the back of his head and started making him bob back and forth. At first Marlon merely kept his mouth open as if HE wasn't the one doing the sucking, as if Dan was the one solely responsible for the dick in his mouth. But after only as few pumps, he started to WORK his lips and tongue over and under the deliciously smooth surface. Dan thought it was `textbook Marlon', how easily he succumbs sexually, as if nothing else in the world mattered. Dan loved watching an expert at work. He watched Marlon's sexy full lips inch further and further down his hard shaft, his throat muscles relaxing and accepting each inward stroke at a deeper depth. Soon Marlon was slumped at his breakfast chair, swallowing Dan's thick 11 inch dick to the root, his lips nibbling at the short pubic hairs at the base of the shaft. Dan moaned erotically as his dick nestled in Marlon's throat. Marlon felt the dick slowly sink all the way down into his gullet, pressing his nose into Dan's musky pube hair. Marlon tightened his lips about the base before slowly dragging his mouth back up towards the head, suckling the fat juicy crown before descending all over again. As much as Dan LOVED Marlon's head-game, there was something else about his male anatomy he was beginning to like even more. While Marlon sucked back and forth on his hard shaft, Dan pulled at Marlon's pajama waistband, indicating he wanted them off. Without removing the dick from his mouth, Marlon lifted his ass from the chair and slid his pants off at the ankles. Dan (then) grabbed a small pat of butter off the table for toast, then reached down between Marlon's legs and smeared it against his asshole. Marlon instinctively opened his legs, giving Dan better access as Dan quickly slipped one, then two fingers inside. "You want that pussy busted in...?" he asked, pressing his fingers in and out. Marlon resisted moaning for as long as possible, but Dan noticed how receptive his warm hole was as his fingers pressed in all the way up from tip to third knuckle. Marlon knees went up automatically like a drawbridge, allowing Dan's fingers to enter his canal. "ANSWER ME, baby..., you want that pussy hole fucked...?!" asked Dan, firmer. "Mmm-hmm..." moaned Marlon, suckling Dan's dickhead. Dan gently removed his dick from Marlon's lips, then lifted him from his seat. Marlon looked a little confused about what position Dan wanted him in, until Dan took him over to the counter and lifted him into the corner. Pulling Marlon to the edge, Dan wedged his dickhead up against Marlon's anal entrance, then spit down onto the connecting lock and key before pushing in. Marlon's mouth hung agape as he looked down and watched Dan's long hard male phallus slowly sink into him 11 inches deep, the thick girth spreading his ass cheeks and stretching his anal walls to accommodate. Dan watched Marlon's eyes flutter closed, as if passing over into a dream. "Don't EVER try to pretend you don't love taking this dick as much as I love giving it to you...!" he insisted, staring into Marlon's handsome face as Marlon's opened his glazed over eyes, dreamingly. "I can tell by that sweet-ass LOOK ON YOUR FACE that you love every minute of it! Admit it!" "I love it..." moaned Marlon, feeling Dan press his groin into his ass. "Say it again...LOUDER!" "I LOVE IT!" shouted Marlon, unable to resist. Dan smiled knowingly to himself before pulling back with his hips, then shoving back in with his waist. Marlon's glossed-over eyes bulged with desire as exotic moans emitted from his soul like a wailing love song. Dan pulled and pressed his dick back and forth, fully fucking Marlon's ass. Marlon slumped back under the overhead cabinets, sliding his ass further off the edge for deeper fucking. Dan held onto Marlon's waist for control as he began slamming into him, driving his dick bone deep. "urrhhg...!urrhhg...!urrhhg...!urrhhg...!" grunted Marlon, feeling every deep stab every time Dan's dick punched balls deep. Dan fucked and fucked Marlon's accepting hole until he had Marlon lying flat on his back along the counter, his ass hanging off the edge with his legs spread wide to accommodate Dan's thrusting body. Dan punched his dick (deep, deeper, deepest) into Marlon's very soul, fucking his body from within as his dick massaged the rectal passage thoroughly in and out. Marlon held onto the sides of the counter so he wouldn't fall, leaving his ass (and asshole) vulnerable to Dan's relentless attack. "You KNOW you NEED this as much as I do...!" said Dan, watching Marlon's erotic facial expressions as his body was fucked into a euphoric state. "Denying your body the pleasures it need will only make you resent Crystal more! Don't be afraid to accept your place as boy-pussy of the house! It's YOUR title..., can't nobody else take that away from you!" Marlon could barely hear anything being said to him. His concentration, his entire being (body and soul) was connected sexually through Dan's penis and his very own mangina. Marlon never felt more at peace with himself than he dick when he was getting fucked, when nothing else was on his mind but to satisfy the prick plunging through his bottom. Dan knew he didn't have a lot of time to prolong the fucking like he wanted (Crystal was due back in less than 30 minutes), so when he felt the excitement building in his loins, he didn't hide or reject it, he simply pressed on and continued to fuck and fuck and fuck, until he felt the enviable about to happen. Marlon was in a complete state of bliss (getting his asshole rammed nonstop), when Dan suddenly broke stride and shoved all the way inside him. Marlon's eyes sprung open when he felt the dick lodge somewhere up in his large intestines. He stared up into Dan's scrunch groaning face, without ever really seeing him. He felt the dick in his gut strain, swell, then start to pulse and throb wildly inside him as it spit wad after rich thick wad of hot, potent, creamy cum directly into his body. "AAARRRRRRRHHHHH FUCK...DAMN...!!" cursed Dan, losing his essence to Marlon's sucking innards. Marlon felt the warm cum shooting up into his body, and fell back against the counter in a sex induced stupor, his hardon swaying left to right, fully hard and half cocked, ready to spew at the slightest touch. Dan impaled Marlon on the full length of his dick before turning him around and allowing his feet to touch the ground. Now standing behind Marlon (his dick still embedded in the bottom man's buttock), Marlon reached down and stroked his dick once, and creamed the cabinets under the counter with his morning load. "UUURRRHHHHHGGG...!!" he cried as he came, shooting semen like a water pistol as gobs of ball juice dripped down the cabinet doors. Dan could feel Marlon's asshole pucker and spasm around his dick base, sucking the last droplets of semen from his shaft. Dan slowly withdrew from Marlon's hole, his dick falling limply over his depleted balls like a dead snake. "You NEED that pussy fed daily..., or you just won't be living up to your potential...!" he said, slapping Marlon affectionately on the ass before heading upstairs to shower and change for work. "And don't forget to wash that NUTT off the cabinet doors before Crystal comes home and see that shit...!" Marlon had to wait a few minutes to gather his strength, tightening his anal muscles to keep Dan's juice inside. ________________________________________ Written by NPhillydogg (aka) Eugene Marvin. Hit me up at NPhillydogg@aol.com for questions, comments, and suggestions, or, join me on Facebook for a list of updates.