Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 17:54:21 -0500 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: In memory of Steve - chapter 2 Gay A/Y interracial In Memory of Steve by Tom Cup Copyright 2001, 2002 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 This is a fictional story involving youth/youth or adult/youth sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ************************************************************************ This story is part of the Tom Cup Library and may be accessed at http://tomcup.iscool.net Also available at the Tom Cup Library: Calvin Part 3 Chapter 32 Added 02/10 Of Our Teenage Years Chapter 2 Added 02/09 The Innocents Part 3 Chapter 2 Added 02/06 David's Christmas Present - Ch. 18 Added 01/31 In Memory of Steve Chapter 6 Added 01/29 Kevin Part 3 - Donna Chapter 3 Added 01/28 Terms of Living Chapter 8 Added 01/27 Age Before Beauty Chapter 1 Added 01/26 Stephen Miller's Journal Chapter 8 Added 01/21 A Place Called Home Chapter 9 Added 12/30 Private Lessons Chapter 1 Added 12/15 Tommy-Returning Home Chapter 5 Added 12/09 For a complete list of Series and Short Stories Available, Visit http://tomcup.iscool.net ************************************************************************ In Memory of Steve By Tom Cup Chapter 2 Confessions One of the best times I ever had with Steve was the week that mom and dad went to one of their yearly conventions. They went to some convention about four times a year. Usually, I was forced to stay with some family from our church but I convinced them to let me stay at home. With Steve and Angie's announcement of their engagement, and Steve's assurance that he would make sure that everything would be done as they wanted, they reluctantly agreed to let me stay home. Angie was technically in charge but it was Steve that took care of everything. Steve cooked, watched movies and played basketball with me, and made sure the kitchen stayed clean while Angie busied herself watching Soaps and chatting with girlfriends on the phone. It worked well for me. I loved spending time with Steve. My only regret was that he refused to spend the night. I would see Angie and him from my window, as he got ready to leave. I couldn't really hear what they were saying but I could tell that Angie was trying to get him to break his promise and stay over. I wouldn't have minded, and I certainly wouldn't have told my parents if he had, but he was true to his word and left by 11:00 every night. Most nights, Steve would tuck me in bed at 9:30, so that he and Angie could watch a movie together before he had to leave. As soon as he left my room, I would lower my briefs and begin playing with my cock while thinking of some time during the day that I had managed to touch him or that he had touched me. The fourth night that my parents were away was the night I think that everything began to turn in the direction I wanted. Angie and Steve had been fighting, not loudly but I knew they were having some kind of disagreement. When Angie got really pissed, and drove off, Steve came into the den and sat, not really watching T.V., with me. "What's wrong?" I pried. "Oh nothing," he lied. "Come on," I pressed, "You can tell me. Steve laughed at that and rustled my hair. I loved when he did that and the fact that I had gotten him to cheer up a bit really turned me on. I slid closer to him and laid my head on his chest while cuddling with him. He put his arm around me and gave me a squeeze. I wanted to be in his arms forever. I hoped that he was pissed enough with Angie to dump her and marry me. I was so naive that I didn't even realize how crazy the thought really was. Anyway, we stayed that way throughout the movie. It was a bit pass my bedtime when the movie ended and Angie hadn't returned. Steve told me I needed to get ready for bed. I groaned and asked if I could stay up with him and wait for Angie to get back but he said, "Absolutely not." So I went upstairs, brushed my teeth, striped to my briefs and tee shirt and then came back downstairs to tell Steve that I was ready for bed. "OK," he answered getting up to follow me upstairs. When we got to the first step, I turned and begged him to let me stay up a little longer. His response was to give a loving swat on my ass. I dashed up the stairs with him following saying I had better be in bed when he got there. That swat excited me more than I can tell. My ass burned for him to touch it again and my cock immediately tented my briefs. I was out of control with lust as I jumped into bed and waited for Steve to tuck me in. "Steve," I began as he finally came through the door, "That really hurt." "Oh, come on," he smiled, "It was nothing but a love tap." "I bet I got a bruise," I said, "I bruise real easy." I could tell the statement worried him but I was at a point where I would have done anything to bare myself for him. I threw my covers off and rolled over pushing the elastic down over my bubble butt. I was watching Steve over my shoulder as I did this. His eyes immediately focused on my ass and did not leave. "See," I said as innocently as I could, "You hurt me." "Jesus Mikey," Steve almost laughed, "There's nothing there." "Yes there is," I insisted grabbing his hand and guiding it to my ass, "Feel. There's a welt right there." His hand moved over my ass three or four times before he suddenly pulled away. I loved the feeling and could tell he liked the way my ass felt too. I think it was when he realized how good it felt to have his hand on my ass that he pulled away. I was a little disappointed but turned on by what I had gotten him to do. "There's nothing there," he said a little hoarsely and then cleared his throat, "Stop fooling around." I flipped over on my back. Steve pulled the covers over me but not before seeing me cock straining against my briefs. He bent down to kiss my forehead but I threw my arms around his neck. He wound up kissing my cheek and I his. "Good night," he whispered but I didn't let go and, when he turned slightly to look me in the eyes, I kissed him on the lips. He stared at me a moment and I thought he was going to push me away but instead he gave me a little peck on the lips and said, "Now, go to sleep." As soon as the door closed, I stripped off my underpants and threw them across the room. Kicking off the covers, I didn't even bother trying to hide my activities. I needed release. The feel of Steve's hand on my ass, the kiss, everything, drove me wild. I was fantasying about his kissing, and touching me, while I stroked my cock uninhibitedly. I pump my cock furiously with my hand while thrusting my hips. I grunted and groaned as I was rewarded with wave after wave of pure boy orgasmic pleasure. I had fallen asleep but was wakened by Steve at 10:45. The covers where still on the floor and I was nude from my waist down with my hand gripping my limp cock. Steve gathered my bedding and arranged it to cover me without saying a word about what I had obviously done. He re-tucked me in and kissed my forehead, smiling at me. "Angie's back," he whispered, "I'll be leaving in a few minutes. You OK?" I nodded and he smiled again. He went over and picked up the underwear that I had thrown across the room in my frenzy to gain release. He put them in my dirty clothesbasket and returned to sit beside me. We stared into each other's eyes for a few moments before Steve, kind of smiling to himself and shaking his head, got up to leave. "Steve," I said as his hand reached for the door. "Yeah," he answered. "You're not mad at me are you," I asked for reassurance. "Naw," he answered with a look of both understanding and confusion, "But you do give me a lot to think about. You know?" I nodded and whispered, "I love you." He closed the door and sat on the bed again with me. His hand ran through my hair as he gazed into my eyes. "I love you too buddy," he said, "But you know that Angie and I are engaged." "I don't care," I answered. "You don't mean that," Steve replied. I sat up and threw my arms around his neck. I kissed his cheek and then stared into his eyes. Whatever Steve was thinking, he wasn't pulling away and running out of the room. That was all that mattered to me. I pressed my lips against his again and held them there. Slowly I let my lips part. Still Steve didn't pull away and I could feel the wet moistness of his mouth. When our lips finally parted, Steve cleared his throat again and whispered, "I got to go." "Will I see you tomorrow?" I asked "Yeah," he answered, "We'll talk about what you're feeling then." "I love you," I said again. "And I love you," he answered, "Go back to sleep." I felt warm all over, inside and out, as I rolled over into a sleeping position. The sheets tickled my nude ass and the sensation made me feel comfortably erotic. As soon as Steve closed the door, I stripped off my tee-shirt and tossed it toward the dirty clothesbasket. I would sleep nude from that day forward. ***** I woke the next morning to the smell of bacon frying. I looked at the clock and discovered that it was already after eleven in the morning. I jumped up, quickly got dressed, and ran downstairs. Steve was, of course, at the stove. Angie was at the kitchen counter and it appeared that they had made up from the day before. "So you finally got up," Angie snickered. "Yeah," I answered bashfully looking in Steve's direction for some clue as to how he was handling the night before's escapade. "Don't pick on him Angie," he smiled glancing quickly in my direction, "He gave us some time to talk. Didn't he?" "Yeah," she admitted, "I guess the little brat did." I glared at Angie but for once her smile said that she wasn't being an asshole. In fact, her eyes held a kind of thankfulness in them. I had no idea what it was all about but I was relieved that no one was pissed at me. After breakfast Steve took me for a walk. I was super scared that he was going to say that things the night before had gotten out of hand and that it was never to happen again. We walked to the park without saying a word and sat at one of the benches before Steve cleared his throat and spoke. "Um, I guess we need to talk about last night," he started. "I guess," I answered. "OK," he said, "Here goes. Mikey, last night a couple of things happened that made me feel a little uncomfortable." I looked up with a start. I didn't like what I was hearing and tears began to form in my eyes. "Now, let me finish," he said trying to calm me before I burst into full fledged embarrassment, "I know you like me and I like you too. But I got the feeling last night that you were feeling something more." I nodded. "Can you tell me about it?" he asked. "I love you is all," I said. "Yeah," he answered looking at the ground, "I love you too Mikey." I looked at him and could tell he wasn't going to say much more. I understood there were things that he couldn't or wouldn't say. I was afraid that if they went unsaid that we would never be able to talk about them. "Sometimes," I ventured, "I wish I was Angie." Steve looked at me and whispered, "Why?" "Because then you would be marrying me," I confessed. Steve shook his head. I waited as he took a deep breath. "I thought that was what you were thinking," he said at last. "You won't tell," I asked, "Will you?" "No," he answered, "but it does present a problem. Don't you think?" I nodded, but didn't really think so. "I mean," he continued thinking out loud, "here I am about to marry your sister..." "Half sister," I reminded him. "Half sister," he confirmed, "and all I could think about last night was you." My heart leapt for joy at his confession. "It's very confusing," he concluded. "Why?" I asked sincerely. Steve laughed. "You're going to be my brother-in-law no matter how you cut it," he responded, "I can't go around having wet dreams about my brother-in-law and I can't have him lusting after me." I blushed. It was the first time I was sure that he really understood what I was feeling. It was also the first time that he admitted that he was having the same kind of feelings for me. I looked up at him bashfully. "What do you want me to do?" I asked immediately afraid of the answer. "Well," he said, "I don't want to hurt Angie or your parents, and I don't want to hurt you. I know that for sure. Other than that I don't have a clue." I nodded. "Do you love me?" I asked. "You know I do," he answered. "Even if you and Angie weren't getting married?" I posed. "Yeah," he hesitated. I smiled. "Me too," I said. "I've heard of things like this happening," he stated, "Jesus, I never thought that it would happen to me." "I'm sorry," I offered. "It's really not you're fault buddy," he said, "I just don't know what to do about it." "Well," I offered slyly, "You could have us both." He laughed at first but stopped when he noticed how serious I was. "Jesus Mikey," he asked, "Do you know what you're saying?" I nodded. "Jesus," he said again, "You're nine years old." "Ten next month," I protested. "Nine, ten," he argued, "It don't matter. You're too young to be thinking about this shit!" "Why?" I asked. "Just because," he answered. "You're mad at me," I deduced. "No, I'm not," Steve corrected, "I'm confused. I'm confused about what happened last night." "You didn't like kissing me?" I asked. "No, I did," he confessed, "and that's what's confusing. I'm not supposed too." "Why?" I asked. "Because," Steve answered excitedly, "I'm engaged to your sister. You're not a girl and you're nine years old." "Oh," I said, "I don't care about that stuff. I just want to be with you." Steve shook his head. "I don't know," he said, "I just don't know." *********************************************************************** You'll find my newest writings at http://tomcup.iscool.net. I also recommend visiting these sites: Boyztown - Gay Pictures and Stories http://www.boyztown.net Girlztown - Lesbian Pictures and Stories http://www.girlztown.net Eroscities - Featuring the writings of Richard Dean http://www.eroscities.com Anysexuality - Alternative Lifestyles of Youth http://www.anysexuality.com GayVikings - Stories and Pictures of Gay Blonds of Norse Descent http://gayvikings.arecool.net All my best, Tom Cup "Why is it that the words we write for ourselves are so much better than the words we write for others?" Sean Connery as William Forrester in the film "Finding Forrester."