Date: Sat, 07 Sep 2002 22:25:32 -0400
From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com>
Subject: In Memory of Steve - Chapter 3, A/Y,  interracial, incest

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In Memory of Steve
By Tom Cup
Chapter 3
Taking Care Of Steve

Steve was miserable. Angie was four months pregnant and being the bitch she
was born to be.  They had been married for a little less than a year.  Steve
worked his ass off, held two jobs and did spare jobs on the side.  Angie
would lie around complaining how tired she was. Steve would cajole, comfort,
and wait on her hand and foot. Nothing was good enough.  It really pissed me
off.

In the basement of their apartment, there were storage bins, one for each
apartment.  Steve and I were down there wrapping, and hiding, Christmas
presents. I hugged him. I loved his body, and his warmth. We kissed.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I know."

God his body was so warm.  It felt so good to be in his arms. It felt so
good to have my body pressed against his. We kissed again. I could feel his
hardness. He told me eventually that Angie wouldn't have sex with him. She
was too tired, or too sick feeling, too pregnant or some shit to have sex.
Her loss. His hands roamed over my body. I couldn't get enough of him. I
pressed myself into him.

"I love you," I said again.

"God, you're driving me crazy."

"I'll do anything."

"I know."

His hand played with my ass. I loved the feel of his tongue in my mouth.  My
cock was as hard on his thigh as his was on my belly.  I put my hands on his
ass, feeling it, kneading it, as he did the same to me. Angie had done me
another favor.  Steve would have never allowed this to happen if she wasn't
denying him the pleasures of bed. Steve and I knew this.  I was becoming his
lover because she loved playing the victim.  `I'm pregnant so be patient.'
Bullshit! If you love him, you'd realize that he has needs too.  I realized
that and I was only ten. I was willing to do anything to please him.

He took a step back and slipped his hand over my cock. I watched him as he
examined me through my tight fitting jeans. He looked more confused than
anything I could name. He sighed and I smiled.  I loved the feeling of his
hands on me.  I pushed myself against him.

"You're driving me crazy," he said again.

"I'm sorry."

He released me, leaned back against the locker and banged his head on the
door several times. I was a bit frightened by the action. A tear formed in
the corner of his eye as he looked at me.

"I want you so fucking bad. You know that?"

I nodded.

"Jesus! Your sister is up there carrying my first child and I am fucking
burning up for you."

"It's OK."

"It ain't fucking OK! OK? God, Mike, she's your sister."

"I don't care. I love you."

He moved back to me. Our bodies mingled. Our tongues danced. Our hands held
each other's asses. Our cock pressed, longingly, into each other's flesh. I
didn't know what would happen next but I was ready. I wanted him and knew he
wanted me.  What else could matter?

*****

Steve and I lay on the couch together that night.  Don't ask what we were
watching on T.V.  I don't remember.  Angie was lying in the bedroom
complaining about feeling too sick to move. Steve, I guess got tired of
hearing it, grabbed a blanket and joined me on the couch. I was lying behind
him.  The blanket covered us. His hand was behind his back, fondling my
cock. I was in heaven.

What can I say about the feeling? It was the first time anyone had touched
me there besides myself. I was hard to the breaking point. He massaged my
cock, two fingers stroked me up and down, my eyes rolled back into my head
as he pretended the watch whatever was being pumped through the television
screen.  My small penis leaked its clear fluid. Angie moaned in the other
room. I begged him in my mind not to stop, not to pay attention to his
pregnant wife, just to keep stroking me. My breathing got heavier. I pushed
toward his massaging hand, wanting more.  I pulled away from him believing I
couldn't stand anymore of his touch. I vacillated between the two until my
body took over. I shook violently.  My cock jumped. I gasped and held on to
Steve with all of my strength. I was afraid that Angie might hear.  I was
thrilled that Angie might hear. I jerked and shook uncontrollably. My cock
became wet and warm. Steve rubbed the clear liquid over my pulsating head.

He turned and looked at me. I was in awe of the feelings he produced in me.
My hand was resting on his hip.  He took it and moved it to his cock. I had
never touched anyone else's cock.  His was my first. I began stroking him.
Beneath the blanket his cock was hot and hard.  I couldn't get my hand
completely around it. It didn't matter. I stroked him with abandon. It
didn't take long. His cock jerked and jumped. I felt his liquid running over
my hand.  He was breathing hard. I pressed myself against him, enjoying his
trembling orgasm. We fell asleep on the couch.  Angie slept alone in the
bedroom.  It was the beginning of our love affair.

*****


When I wasn't with Steve all I could think of was being with him.  I
masturbated in bed at night and in the mornings; I jacked off in the shower.
  I fantasized over and over about that night on the couch and waited
eagerly for the next encounter. But Steve was busy with the new baby and we
saw less of each other.  My orgasms, though satisfying, were nothing like
what Steve had produced in me.  I was becoming increasingly moody.

"What's the matter pal?"

"You never come around anymore," I whispered into the phone.

"Yeah, I know.  I've been kinda busy, you know?"

"I know but I miss you."

"I'll try to come over this weekend, OK?"

"OK."

"I gotta go now. I'll see ya."

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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Angie was now in the postpartum syndrome state; meaning that now that the
baby was born, she still couldn't fuck because she was too depressed.
Steve, of course, accepted it and tried to be loving and caring.  It pissed
me off because it kept him away from me.  Angie was still lying around in
bed while Steve took care of her and the baby. Steve decided that he had to
have work where he could make his own schedule, so he quit his job and
started a landscaping business.

When I saw him that weekend, he looked exhausted.  For once Mom and Dad were
on Steve's side. Mom pulled Angie aside and told her that she needed to
start forcing herself to help her husband.  Angie cried and said she didn't
know what was the matter; she just was tired and depressed all the time.
Steve tried to defend her but Dad told him that he needed to think about
himself too.  Dad said that he wouldn't be any good to anyone if he killed
himself working.  I don't know why they said these things.  But for once I
admired my parents.  I told Steve he could rest in my room. He said he'd
stretch out in the den but mom said that I was right; he needed to get some
sleep. He thanked me and fell asleep in my bed.

Mom and Dad were more concerned than I realized.  They questioned Angie
about all kinds of things as Steve slept.  Angie admitted that Steve was
getting up with Christopher during the night and feeding him.  Steve was
arranging his life so he could be home as much as possible to take care of
the baby.  When Mom asked Angie what the hell she was doing, and Angie
started with the tears again, I couldn't stand it.  I went and sat on the
bed and watched Steve sleep.

"Hey buddy," Steve said awaking.

"Hi."

"What time is it?"

"Almost dinner time."

"Oh man, I've been sleeping all this time."

"Yeah.  You were tired."

"Yeah but you should have woke me.  We were supposed to hang out."

"It's OK.  You needed to sleep."

He smiled.  I loved his smile.  We hugged and he kissed me.  I loved him
more than ever.  I don't know if I can explain it but I had a great time
that day. All I did was sit and watch him sleep and it was one of the
greatest days I can think of, when I think of the best times in my life.
And the kiss he gave me that day I also remember as one of the best things
to ever happen to me.  It wasn't a passionate kiss but it said so many
things to me.  It told me how much he loved me. It told me he really did
need me as much as I needed him. It said thank you for caring, for being
here, and taking care of me. We laughed afterwards, not because we were
embarrassed or felt guilty or anything else, but because the kiss said we
belonged together. I decided that day that I was going to take care of
Steve.  I was going to be the partner to him that Angie was not.


At dinner, Mom and Dad gave Steve and Angie a proposal.  We had two spare
bedrooms in the house.  Mom and Dad said that Steve and Angie should give up
their apartment and move in with us.  Steve wasn't crazy about the idea at
first but soon realized that it gave he and Angie the opportunity to save
money for a house; and he would get help with the baby.  I think the
clincher was when I said, as innocently as I could, that he would be able to
see more of me too! He laughed rustled my hair and said, "In that case, it's
a deal."

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