Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2003 20:31:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeremy Benner <jeremy0579@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Brother's Affiliation- Chapter 8

This part of the story includes: a handjob

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My alarm buzzed piercingly in my ear at six-thirty A.M.; I groaned my
displeasure and reluctantly threw my hand on my nightstand to halt the
annoying noise. It seemed like I had been asleep for just a couple of
minutes as opposed to a of couple hours, so I desperately wanted to remain
motionless under my warm sheets.

"You're getting down to the wire, Brian. This year is serious. Don't
disappoint me again, son," I heard my dads voice in my head as I laid on my
bed pondering whether or not to rise and go to school.

Fuck you, dad. How about you stop disappointing mom and Ian and I? Or
better yet, how about you stop sticking it to your receptionist?
Asshole. If you really cared about me you'd be around more and you'd be
more interested in me. All you care about is how other people perceive our
family. You and mom just want to portray us as the perfect GQ family. Fuck
that shit.

"...And you'll notice that Jeremy has a set path. He has goals. You need
goals, Bry. You need goals and you need to have some kind of structure to
your life. I won't allow you to be some dishwasher at a restaurant who gets
paid 7.50 an hour. I know you don't want that either so listen to what I'm
saying to you. Don't fail your mother and me. Call Jeremy up, he'll help
you out. I'm really proud of him."

Jeremy... fucking Jeremy. Yes, he is the golden child around here. He
always does everything right. He never lets mom or dad down. He has goals
and a set path as my dad says, and son of a bitch he has structure to his
life too. Isn't that beautiful? Well, let me fuckin' tell you, he's boring
as fuck and has no personality. He has no idea what having a good time
means because he's studying and working all the time. I have no clue why he
wants to please dad so much. He knows dad is cheating on mom and he knows
that dad only cares about our family's image. Ian and I are the only sane
ones around here... even though we're fucking around. Hah, isn't that
something.

"Ugh!" I grunted as I lifted up and swung my legs over my bed. I rested my
head in my hands and rubbed at my scalp as I waited for myself to come to
life. After a few minutes I wandered into my bathroom to brush my teeth and
my eyes involuntarily went to the mirror.

"I should shave," I mumbled to myself and rubbed at the out of control
stubble on my cheeks and chin, "Who fuckin' cares."

Fifteen minutes later I was in my car and off to school. When I passed
Ian's door on the way down the hall leading to the stairs, I hesitated and
wondered if I should go in and see if he was awake or something. The
thought crossed my mind, but I continued down the hall and ignored my urge
to go to his room.

School pissed me off. Seven periods of bullshit, and I am not
exaggerating. We watched a video on romanticism in English, which was long
and boring and of no use to me because we learned all about romanticism
last week. In calculus we reviewed for the test in small groups. I could
have done that at home. In physics we had a substitute who didn't know what
the fuck she was doing so she just put on a video about some guy who was
talking about Physics and why he finds it interesting. In drama class- I'm
sure you can tell I'm not the type to take a drama class but dad says I
need variety- we just watched this girl do a dramatic interpretation about
teen abortion. Yeah, I loved that. And every other class that day was just
as tame. I should have just stayed in bed damnit.

But... as I was trying to stay awake through American Government, I noticed
Megan giving me side way glances from across the room. I tried to ignore
her, but it was obvious that she was looking at me every two seconds. Our
teacher was showing everyone their grades and the period was dedicated to
finishing up late homework, so I was just sitting there doing absolutely
nothing while my "girlfriend" kept insinuating that she wanted to talk to
me. I couldn't just ignore her, so I finally looked over at her. Our eyes
met but being the stuck up brat that she is, she looked away and pretended
like she didn't see me. So... I was forced to go over there and talk to
her. I sat down at an empty desk beside her and tried not to just say,
"Look, we're over. This is bullshit." while she pretended like I wasn't
there.

"Hey... sorry I never called you back last night," I said

She finally looked at me and going by her expression she was pissed.

"I got tied up with my mom," I lied

"Right."

"I told you that she wanted me to... you know... move the car."

Shit. That was what I told her right?

"After I moved my car she told me that she made partner, so I took her out
to dinner and we celebrated. When I got home I was just so tired that I
went straight to bed. I'm sorry, Meg."

This is ridiculous. Why did I just say all of that? I'm making it sound
like I still want to be with her. I hope she doesn't accept my explanation
and breaks up with me. Like I told Ian, she's just a pretty face.

"I just wish you would have called me back, Brian. No matter how tired you
were. I take our relationship seriously, why don't you?" she asked, in a
sad, gentle tone.

"I do baby. Come on. Of course I do."

Brian! Fuck! What are you doing? Damnit Ian, you've made me soft.

Meg smiled a little and I went on to say, "I was just so tired, babe. You
have no idea. I didn't want to be sleepy when we had such an important
conversation."

Sometimes it sucks being a good liar. Lies just spray out of your mouth
faster than you can stop them. In this case I wish I were more like Ian
when he lies. He's like, "Uhh, because... you see... I mean... you know?"
that way she would have known I was lying and she'd call me a few names and
that'd be the end of our twisted relationship. Damn... maybe I do care
about this girl a little. I don't want to crush her. Girls are so lame and
easy to break. Maybe that's a generic statement but shit all the girls I've
known are fuckin' lame when it comes to their feelings.

"I understand. God, I was wondering why you weren't calling me! I thought
you were just ignoring me or something."

After she said this, my mind flashed me back to yesterday evening when I
had sucked Ian's cock and fingered his tight little butthole. I was
probably enjoying my brothers' body around the time she was wondering why I
wasn't calling her. In my head I smiled and laughed a little at the
thought.

"No no, babe. My mom just took all of my time," I smiled falsely.

"I'll have to come by and tell her congratulations!"

Jesus... damnit!

"Why were you acting mad at me earlier?" she asked all of a sudden

"When?"

"When you walked in you didn't say hi or anything. You didn't come
over. You have no reason to be mad at me."

"I wasn't mad at you... I wasn't mad at you at all, Meg. Of course not. I
just didn't want to come over and say anything because I knew you were mad
at me."

She nodded and smiled then said, "I was, but I'm not now since you told me
what happened. But... just call me back when you say you
will. Please. Especially if we were talking about something important."

"I know. I will."

Megan smiled again. I have to admit the girl is gorgeous. She has a
perfect, huge smile. I mean, it's impeccable! Nice full, red lips that
outline her pearly white, perfectly straight, teeth. Her eyes are very big
and deep green, but they change colors all the time. I think that's
cute. She has long, thick brown hair that she usually wears up in a
ponytail but every so often she'll wear it down and it hangs nicely over
her shoulders and down her back. She's tall, which is excellent! I don't
like short girls. There's something about them... they just don't do it for
me. Megan has a nice rack too! Beautiful, round perky breasts!
Yeah... she's gorgeous. The first time I saw her I knew I had to have
her. She's just my type. She'd be even more my type if she wasn't so
annoying and if she wasn't such an airhead. If she doesn't speak, she's the
perfect girl. But even if she was intelligent AND gorgeous... she still
couldn't hold a candle to Ian. Even if she sucked my cock like him and let
me fuck her all the time it wouldn't change my feelings for her verses my
feelings for my brother.

Ian is... there are no words for my brother. I have been intimate with him
just twice and already I know I'm losing myself in a million indescribable
feelings that I have for him. It happened so fast, I know, but when I kiss
him, when I touch him, when he looks at me with his big blue eyes, the
perfect girl cannot compete with him. He makes me feel so good. No one has
ever kissed me like Ian does. He kisses me so gently and sweetly like he's
showing me how he feels about me through his tongue. And mmm he can kiss me
so hard and passionately and when he kisses me like that I know he wants
me. He wants all of me, and I want all of him. God, how did I go so long
without knowing how sexy he was and how gentle and amazing he was?

The bell rang just as Megan started to tell me about this girl in her
previous class who has no fashion sense. Like I give a shit. As the bell
rang, I quickly rose from the desk I was sitting in and went over to my own
desk to get my backpack. I wanted to dash out to the room and leave Megan
behind, but I knew I couldn't. I had dug myself a hole with this girl.

Megan rushed over to me and put her arm around my back, and we walked
together to our next period. Thank God I don't have that class with her
too. Megan gripped my shirt as we walked down the hall together, and I
grumbled helplessly to myself. She always grips my shirt when we are
walking together. I don't know why, but I have always felt that it's
because she wants to feel like I'm hers and only hers. I hate how clingy
she is!

My "makeup" with Megan was the most exciting part of my day. That was until
after school when I got home and saw Ian's black Honda Civic parked in the
driveway. I parked my '96 Jeep Cherokee next to my brothers' car then
strolled happily up our porch stairs to the front door.

"Hey!" Ian said, looking over at me as I walked through the door. He was
sitting on the couch watching TV in his boxers.

"Hey!" I said back, "I take it you didn't go to school today."

He just smiled

"I wish I had stayed home with you. School was slow and pointless today," I
said and sat down beside Ian on the couch, "For the first time all semester
I don't have any homework."

When I laid my eyes on my little brother sitting on the couch with just his
boxers on, I wanted to rush over to him and kiss all over his smooth
body. I wanted to feel his tongue against mine and moan how much he turns
me on in his mouth. I wanted to whisper in his ear that I thought about him
and only him all day as I slid my hand into his boxers and grasped his
veiny dick. God did I want to ravage the fuck out of him when I saw him
look up at me when I entered the house, but I decided I wouldn't. I didn't
want Ian to feel as though I only wanted to have sex with him because my
new relationship with him was so much more than just sex. Though the sexual
energy that radiates from my brother and I is amazingly powerful, and it's
hard for me now not to grab him and kiss him every time I see him. Ever
since last Friday when he fingered me and showed me a totally different
side of him, I have wanted to ravage him and touch, kiss, lick, bite every
part of his body. It almost drives me nuts! But thankfully... he lets me do
all of those things.

"Lucky you. I have a shit load," Ian responded

I looked my brother over and asked, "What have you been doing all day?"

"Sleeping," he laughed, "I just got out of bed like an hour ago.

I grinned, "Sounds good."

"Yeah. Mom came in my room sometime this morning and talked to me for like
fifteen minutes though. I don't even know about what. Something that has to
do with a case she is trying."

"She wasn't upset that you weren't at school?"

"Nope. She didn't even mention it."

"Weird," I muttered and laid my head back against the couch. I closed my
eyes and sighed

"Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Uhh, I think I got like an hour and a half of sleep after you left, or
something like that," I said and yawned

"Sorry," Ian laughed

"Sorry? I was the one begging you to stay," I said and looked over at him

Ian smiled shyly and shrugged a little.

"I love your smile."

"Our smiles are the same! Everyone says that."

"Nah, yours is brighter. Your whole face lights up... It's your eyes. Our
eyes are way different."

"Not WAY different. Mine are just bigger," Ian said

"I don't think we look that much a like."

"You look like Jeremy. You two are identical."

"Thanks. So I look like a tight-ass douche bag huh?"

"A little," Ian joked

I laughed and looked at my brother as he smiled back at me.

"It's incredible how fast things change. I still don't understand how you
changed so fast," Ian said

"I'm not that different now... am I?"

Ian made a face that said, "Hell yes you are."

"You're the one who is different."

"Me? How am I different?" Ian asked

"You're... you're just different. You're not a prick anymore," I laughed

"Hah! Right, right! I was the prick! You were the one who always ignored
me! I always made it a point to be nice to your ass or stay out of your way
when you didn't want me around."

"Yeah but you always acted like you didn't want anything to do with me in
the first place!"

"Oh please, you can't blame me. You were always a fucking jackass! After
awhile I got the picture and left you alone."

I paused then said, "But what about that time when mom forced all of us to
go to that carnival thing and I walked over to you and said something like
'This is lame' or something like that and you just ignored me and walked
off."

"You were only talking to me because I was the only one around dude!" Ian
exclaimed

I thought about this then reluctantly gave in and said, "Alright alright,
you win. You're right. I was a jackass I'm sorry."

Ian smiled and said, "But as long as you're not like that anymore it
doesn't matter. And you're obviously not."

"No I'm not. Not with you anyway," I said and sat up on the couch. I turned
so that I was facing my brother so that he could see how serious I was as I
spoke, "'Cause seriously, E, everything seems different now. Everything IS
different now. Between you and me I mean... and it's weird and maybe it
makes no sense but, you agreed with me last night when I said that I feel a
connection between the two of us."

"Yeah."

"The only reason why I'm not freaking out so much is because when I'm with
you... and this is so weird to say but... when I'm with you it doesn't seem
like a horrible thing. I know it's wrong, and to be honest the fact that
it's wrong turns me on, but I don't feel bad or disgusted. I just
feel... comfortable, and it's not hard for me to reach out and kiss you. It
feels good. I feel good when I kiss you."

My face was so hot and I'm sure Ian could tell I was nervous and he could
see that I was blushing but I continued, "Yesterday felt so good. I loved
how much I wanted you and how much you wanted me. I'm just getting all
eager and excited because I'm not use to how you're making me feel and
these feelings get more intense every time we're together. But anyway, I
told you all of this last night. I know you know all that, so anyway-"

Ian moved closer to me, which caught me off guard and caused my words to
trail off. His face was now inches from mine and he was looking into my
eyes with a serious, focused expression on his face. He had that look in
his eyes that told me he wanted to kiss me and touch me and rub me.

"You're a good liar you know," He said gently. I felt his warm breath on my
lips as he spoke

"Ian, I'm not lying."

"I know... I can tell. I always know when you're lying. Your voice gets
really low and you start talking with your hands."

I laughed a little and Ian smiled

We were quiet for a few moments as we sat close to each other and stared
into one another's eyes. Ian broke the silence by whispering, "We're
brothers you know."

"I know," I whispered back

"We're not supposed to be doing things like this. It's wrong."

"It's illegal," I added in a soft tone

"It's dirty."

"Forbidden."

"Hot," Ian whispered. As he said the word, his eyes seemed to glaze and he
got a distant, horny look in his eyes.

"Intense," I breathed. My dick was stiffening in my pants as I spoke the
words and listened to the sexy way Ian whispered each word. His voice was
filled with lust and desire as he spoke.

"Beautiful."

I smirked a little and said, "But it's unthinkable... "

"Mmm and it's so bad and wrong. We can't tell anyone."

"Don't tell anyone that I love to suck your cock and swallow your thick
cum."

Ian's breath started to come faster and quicker as I said this

"And don't tell anyone I love to finger your ass and hear you moan," I
added, "I love to feel you cum when my finger if shoved up your ass. Your
asshole quivers on my finger and you buck around as your spray your load."

I said all of this is a very soft, barely audible tone, and I looked into
Ian's glassy eyes as I spoke the words.

"You're making me so hard, Bry," Ian whimpered

"But I'm your brother," I taunted playfully

Ian turned his body so that he was facing me. He had his right thigh bent
and rested on the couch and his other leg was over the couch and on the
floor so that his legs were spread. When he turned to me he took my hand
and placed it on his tummy then slowly slid his hand and my hand down his
boxers. He then removed his hand from his boxers and pushed his hips
forward against my hand just a little.

My eyes never left Ian's as I took his cock into my hand and squeezed
gently. My brother was already fully hard and throbbing in my hand. With my
pointer finger and middle finger I rubbed just under his head while I
looked at him to see his response to my fingers. Ian's eyelids were
wavering, and I could tell he was trying to keep his eyes from closing.

"Talk to me..." Ian said in a quiet tone

"You shouldn't let me touch you here," I whispered, "This is so wrong."

I slowly slid my hand down the length of Ian's cock then adding more
pressure I moved my fist back up the tool. As I began to move my hand up
and down faster, I pulled Ian's boxers down a little so that I could move
my fist freely. I then released my grip on my brother's engorged cock long
enough to spit on my hand. Ian moaned softly and looked down when my wet
hand touched his hot dick. The new lubrication made it possible for my hand
to move swiftly and easily over my brother's cock, so I started to jack his
dick faster.

"You like my hand on your hot cock, Ian?" I teased as I stroked him

Ian just looked back at me with his beautiful, blue glassy eyes. His lips
were parted just slightly, and I could tell by his expression and the deep
breaths he was taking that he was so horny and overcome with desire for me.

My arm was starting to hurt though since Ian was so close to me so I
couldn't jack his dick as fast as I wanted without my wrist objecting. I so
badly wanted to look into my brothers face as I pleasured him like this,
but we both weren't very comfortable. To fix this "problem" I let go of my
brother's cock and leaned back against the arm of the couch. I straightened
my left leg and laid it flat again the couch and allowed my right leg to
dangle over the side. I motioned for Ian to come lay against my chest
between my spread legs. He turned so that his back was to me and scooted
back into my arms. Without any reluctance, we both tugged his boxers down
and tossed them to the floor.

"You want your big brother to touch your hard dick again?" I whispered
against his ear as I ran my hands up and down his torso.

Ian turned and pressed his head against my neck before whispering, "Yesss."
In the sexiest voice I have EVER fucking heard in my life.

I slid my right hand down over his pubes then took his rigid pole into my
hand. Ian breathed out and squirmed against me as I gripped his manhood and
brushed my thumb back and forth over his piss-slit. I loved the feeling of
my brother's cock throbbing and pulsing in my hand. Mmm, it made chills run
through my body and my own cock rise to attention in my shorts. I just
wanted to hold it for a long time. I wanted to feel this organ in my hands
forever and get excited recognizing that I was holding something that
caused my brother to feel waves and waves of pleasure.

"Stroke it... God I'm so horny!" Ian moaned, still squirming against me

This shook me from my daze and I began slowly but firmly stroking Ian's
meat. I had never given anyone a hand-job before; I was surprised at how
much it turned me on and how much I enjoyed it. In a way I forgot Ian was
attached to the dick I was holding because I was so transfixed on my hand
moving up and down on it. It gave me such a rush... such a high, jerking
his cock. All guys jerk off when they need some release and when they want
to orgasm. All guys do it. So the realization that I was jerking a cock
other than my own was so... amazingly fantastic to me! It was just jerking
off, big deal, but it was someone else's dick. It was my BROTHER'S dick on
top of that. The idea was not trivial to me. It drove me crazy!

As I began to stroke the dick faster and harder, I started to get dizzy
with lust. Ian was moaning and whimpering and moving his hips against my
hand and it was almost too much! Goddamn it was so good! He was in my arms
gyrating around in heat as I pleasure his cock! In a weird way it was
better than when I had sucked his dick although not by very much. Not by
very much AT ALL! I was doing to my brother what probably millions of guys
were doing to themselves right at that very moment. I dunno, that was
phenomenal to me at the time.

Precum oozed out onto my hand and I just about lost my mind as I watched my
brother's seed seep out. When I had sucked him, I just lapped it up
hungrily, but this time... I just watched anxiously like someone who is
dying of thirst watching someone drink water. I felt like I was being
horrible teased in the worst way! This was such a minute sexual act but
fuck at the same time it wasn't!

My brother's moaning and bucking mixed with the slurping, smacking sound
his precum was making made me want to let go of his cock and grab my own. I
knew I'd only have to stroke my dick a few times before I erupted all over
myself.

"Yes! Do it! Do It! Jerk my dick! Jerk your little brother's dick! Ohhh
fuuuck my dick feels so good! Yesss!" Ian moaned and grunted and whimpered
and sounded so fucking good it was insane. I love how Ian isn't afraid to
make noise. His deep voice rings in my ears and makes the hair on my body
stand up.

I was moaning too and kissing and licking at Ian's neck and ears as I
jacked his meat as fast as I could. His balls were bouncing and slapping
against him as my hand rushed up and down the tool.

"You wanna cum baby? You wanna cum all over yourself?" I moaned in a
hushed, raspy voice.

"Yeaaahh... I wanna cum so hard!" Ian groaned and pressed his body back,
hard against my chest

"Cum for me baby! Show me you like how I'm making you feel! Cum for me!" I
whimpered and turned from Ian's neck and focused on his cock so that I
could see my brother shoot his load.

I was jerking his dick so fast and hard that my hand was incredibly hot and
aching. I didn't care though. I wanted to make Ian feel good. I wanted to
see his cum spray out all over my hand and his chest.

"Don't stop! I'm going to cum! Oh fuck fuck fuck, don't stop!"

I had no intentions of stopping. I wanted him to cum so badly you'd think I
would be feeling his orgasm too.

"Aughhhaugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ohhh!" Ian moaned as he orgasmed. He threw his head
back against my shoulder and shook and trembled against me as I milked his
cock.

"Ohhh yeah!" I said and watched as jet after jet of my brother's cum
sprayed out all over the place. The first three spurts were thick, and they
splattered against Ian's chest and stomach. The next few spurts were thin
and long and I watched happily as they shot onto his thigh.

I stroked Ian's cock slower as he started to come down from his orgasmic
peak. I didn't want to let him go though, so I continued to caress his
organ until he put his hand on mine, signaling for me to stop. At this
point I squeezed the last drop of cum from his dick and Ian grunted and
trembled in response.

"Mmm, you came so much," I stated and removed my drenched hand from his
glistening pole.

Ian just moaned and breathed deeply in response. He buried his head in my
neck and shoulder and I shivered a little to the feeling of his warm breath
on my skin.

To my surprise I didn't feel like pushing my brother off of me so that I
could jerk off. I was comfortable and content with him lying against me
although my cock was still screaming for attention between my legs. For the
first time in my life I wasn't anxious to stroke it. He could wait. I could
wait. Having an orgasm wasn't pressing on my mind.

I lifted my hand to my mouth and tasted my brother's
juice. Salty. Thick. Gooey. Just like mine. Mmm. I then rubbed the rest of
his cum on my hand all over his chest and tummy.

"You're sick," he laughed

"You love it," I smirked

Ian swiped up some of his cum off of his chest with his finger then brought
it to my mouth. I sucked the digit into my orifice and savored the taste.

"You know... maybe this doesn't have to be such a big deal," Ian said
softly

I said nothing and waited for him to continue.

"We're guys. We're brothers. But... we're human. It can be a big deal for
everyone else but lets stop making this into such a big deal. No one else
has to know."

I smiled and said, "Sounds good."

We were quiet for awhile then Ian said, "Are you hard?"

"Of course."

Ian moved away from me and turned around so that we were facing each other
again. He just stared at me, but he looked nervous and embarrassed for some
reason.

"What?" I asked

"I almost let Jason fuck me the other day."

"The other day?"

"Yeah, yesterday after school before you and I made up."

I didn't say anything

"I went to his house and we started messing around and I started to turn
him around so I could fuck him, like usual, but he kept telling me he
wanted to fuck me. He wanted to show me what it felt like and all that."

"Nice thing to tell me right now, E," I said sarcastically

"Just listen. And I got undressed and everything and he was fingering me
and getting me ready. Then he went to his dresser to get a condom and I
laid there waiting, but I didn't feel comfortable. I didn't really want to
do it. I was nervous because I knew it'd hurt but I was also nervous
because I knew I'd be thinking about you and I was really pissed at you, so
I didn't want to do it," Ian rambled, "So I got up and got dressed and told
Jason I wasn't ready and I left."

I just stared at Ian. I didn't know what to say. What did he want me to
say?

"But today I was thinking that, you know, I mean after last night when we
were together I thought it might be nice if we... I mean if you wanted
to. It'd be pretty weird though I bet."

I smiled.

"But we're both curious about it, so I figured you might want to too. I
just mean after last night it'd be-"

"Ian... if you're ready and comfortable then I'd like to," I said,
silencing him.

"Well, I was just thinking about it a lot today. It might be too, uh, weird
and too much though."

I made a face. I was confused. Did he want to have sex or didn't he?

"I just feel awkward!" He shouted and laughed at himself

"Do you want to or don't you? I don't get it," I said gently

"I want to with you. I don't want to do it with Jason. That's all I was
saying."

I grinned and nodded

"And it sounds like I'm making it into this huge thing, but it doesn't have
to be like I said. I mean, we're both just curious. It doesn't make us gay
right?"

"It definitely does," I stated

Ian made a face.

"I'm kidding. Don't ask stupid questions! It doesn't matter if we're gay or
not, we agreed on that! We just like being together."

"You're right. I dunno why I'm acting all weird and anxious right now."

"Maybe because you're the only one naked and covered in cum," I joked

Ian smiled and leaned forward to kiss me. He laid a few soft kisses on my
lips then pulled back and looked at me. He looked serious and focused yet
calm and relaxed.

"So you want to?" he asked gently

"Now?" I asked, alarmed

"Yeah."

"Seriously? Right now? You want to now?"

"Yeah."

"But you just came..."

"It's going to hurt. I probably won't cum this time. Jason didn't. He
didn't even get hard, but he said he liked it," Ian said quietly

"So... you're sure? Right now?"

"Yeah. I want to."

I just stared at him. Speechless and not knowing what I should do next.

"You don't want to?" he desperately asked

"I do. I do. You just surprised me."

Ian grinned.

"Lets go upstairs," I said and stood up from the couch. Ian got up as well
and we walked up the stairs to my room.

To be continued...

I've been INSANELY busy lately; I'm sorry it took me so long to add this
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"You make me so hard, E," I moaned the words and put my hands on Ian's lap
as I moved my body even closer to his."

"You seem less freaked out today," I said

"I'm not freaked out at all."

"Why?"

"I just decided that..."

Ian smiled which in turn caused me to smile. I put my hands on both of
Ians' sides and moved in to kiss him. He leaned back so that I couldn't
touch his lips and grinned a little.