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Choices Ch. 01

By: Janna C.



Chapter 1: Chocolate Lover

Kirsten is tingling with excitement when she finally lights the candles for her romantic dinner. The table looks stunning set in red, white and gold. A large vase of red roses serves as a centerpiece. She wants everything to be perfect for tonight. The meal has an hour left to cook and Patrick should be home any second now. She knows he loves these little surprises she comes up with.

She puts on some soft music and hurries back to the kitchen for one last thing. It's hard to believe that after six years together she still gets butterflies thinking of being with him.

Pulling off her satin robe Kirsten takes her seat in the oversized recliner. It's back is to the door so he won't be able to see her body at first. The chocolate syrup dribbles down on a firm breast and she wishes she hadn't put it in the fridge. She continues to cover her body with the sticky syrup and finds that the cold mixture falling on her skin is very arousing. By the time she finishes, her nipples are rock hard and the rest of her is red hot. The sound of a key in the door makes her jump and she scrunches her tiny body further down in the chair, repressing the urge to giggle.

Patrick struggles through the door with a large package. Upon entering the living room he notices the very dim lights and hears soft, sexy music. The smells coming from the kitchen compel him to go there. When he reaches the dinning room and notices the lovely table and candles he knows Kirsten has one of her little adventures in store for him.

He hears a soft snicker from the other room and turns around. He walks back in, scans the room and realizes she is in the big chair. He slowly walks over and stands in front of her, the site of her sitting there covered in chocolate, her long black hair draped carefully over her shoulders gives him an instant erection. 

" Happy Valentines Day baby." She half- whispers. Patrick grins and sits down on his knees beside the chair. Visions are already running through his head of what will happen later. He lifts the sexy red lingerie out of the gift bag and holds it up. " Guess we won't be needing this tonight." He tosses it over his shoulder and moves in to give her a long, passionate kiss. He thinks how lucky he is to have an adventurous wife. He traces a taught nipple with his finger and then sucks off the chocolate. " Would you like to taste?" he offers. Once again she feels his finger sliding around in the gooey syrup this time making circles around her breasts. He drags the chocolate up her neck and to her lips; a soft tongue licks the sweet confection from his finger. 

She begins to suck on his finger so ravenously his penis threatens to break free on its own. Once more he places a steamy kiss on her lips and then his mouth moves down her neck to lick and nibble the sweetness there. He pauses for a moment to remove his shirt then begins to enjoy his " treat" in earnest.

Slowly and deliberately he begins to lick the syrup from her skin, taking time to torture her with pleasure. Slowly he lowers his tongue to her breast and takes his time exploring her softness. Each time his tongue touches her body she gasps and he feels her hot breath on his face. Tiny bumps erupt all over her body and she begins to quiver slightly. She begins to thrust her hips and wriggle in her seat. He can hardly hold on to her as he finds his way down over her stomach. When he reaches that little triangle of hair he licks all around making her jerk upward with each touch of his moist, hot tongue. When at last he has removed all of the chocolate he notices that her little triangle has become heart shaped. "Hmmm, what's this?" he says while tracing the heart with his finger.

"It's your own personal valentine." Kirsten giggles. "Do you like it?"

" Very much" Patrick says as his finger slides down to her very moist pussy. When his finger slides down and into her aching pussy Kirsten begins to thrust her hips frantically. His licking her all over was even more exciting than she had imagined. His mouth touches her clit and she immediately begins to orgasm.

Patrick can't believe how tight she is getting and he's never made her cum like this. He continues to lick and suck until he feels her begin to relax and she loosens the death grip on his fingers. Her hands unwind from his hair and she sinks back into the chair. He has never seen her look more ravishing than at this moment. He moves up to kiss her lips, now dry from breathing so heavily.

" Hold Me," she pleads, her peridot eyes shining into his.

He lifts her onto his lap and kisses her once again with searing passion. He moves her hand down to release his penis from its prison. She strokes him gently, his body tenses and gooseflesh forms on his skin. A soft, delicate hand runs down his shaft and to his balls.

The touch is all he can stand. A low growl escapes him and he lifts her up. Patrick positions his tiny wife over him and lowers her down on his cock. The heat of her has him trembling and beads of sweat form all over his body. Silky black hair tickles his chest as she leans in for another kiss.

He wants to be gentle with her but his body will not allow it. He sits her back up and thrusts his cock fully into her. Kirsten throws her head back at the feel of that hard cock thrusting in and out of her. Strong fingers wrap gently around her neck and another hand squeezes a breast. She matches his thrusts, bucking wildly. She feels him throbbing in side her, his cock grows stiffer every second and she knows he is almost there.

Patrick groans and grabs her hips, thrusting furiously into her. He feels himself nearing release. He holds her tightly against him and presses his lips firmly to hers, thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth.

They sit together kissing for a few minutes more caressing one another. Kirsten hears a very faint beeping sound and realizes it's been beeping in the background for a while. 

" Oh shit! Dinner's probably burning."

Patrick laughs as she runs to the kitchen, thinking it's funny that she worries so much about things being perfect for him. She is so good to him and works hard to keep things exciting. So why does he always feel that something is missing; that he needs more. He's not even sure what "it" is and he should be satisfied. Guilt fills his thoughts while he goes to clean up.

Kirsten hurries to the kitchen and pulls the game hens from the oven, " only a little well done" she thinks " I should have turned it down." 

She washes off in the sink, still sticky from the syrup then puts on the lace see through apron she bought for tonight. The plan had been to make him wait but that never seems to work. She puts dinner on the table and pours the wine. Patrick walks in just as she finishes. " Mmmm I think I like that one better!" he tells her looking her new apron.

" Everything looks perfect baby.

They enjoy the romantic dinner, holding hands and talking all evening. The conversation is spirited and flirty. They talk about the evening's adventures. " Did you really have fun?" Kirsten asks. 

" Yeah, that was wild."

" That was mild compared to some of the things we've done. Like the time you made me go to strip clubs with you and practically raped me in the parking lot!" 

" Watching you get a lap dance with that girl made me want to jump both of you right there."

" Hey, you owe me for that, you promised to take me to a club with male strippers."

" I just don't know if I could handle seeing you with some guy, besides I'd feel weird looking at a bunch of half naked guys."

She looks at him with questioning eyes and wonders why men always get so weird about that stuff. " Oh and you think I wanna see half naked women?"

" It's different with girls, that's sexy."

She laughs at him and gives him a little mock lap dance. He picks her up and takes her to the bedroom. Once inside he finds yet another surprise. There are furry handcuffs a blindfold and a whip lying on the bed. He throws her on the bed, cuffs her and then gives her a good spanking. When their lovemaking is finished in the wee hours of the morning, they fall asleep in each other's arms. 

Patrick falls asleep thinking of everything that has happened tonight. He walks down a long, dark hallway in his dream, it's very dark and there are lots of rooms. First he sees Kirsten with a really hot blonde, they are dancing together, swaying back and forth. As they dance, dark black hair becomes entwined with pale blonde. They kiss and lips run down the blondes' neck and to a waiting breast. Smooth, alabaster skin brushes against golden tan as they caress one another. The image begins to fade moving further away until they become mist. Continuing down the corridor he now sees his beautiful wife standing alone he goes to her and holds her close. He kisses her gently and runs his fingers through her hair. They begin to spin in the room as though floating on air and then once again she slips away in the fog.

Once again he is in the long hallway, it seems to grow longer with each step. When he finally comes to the end the hallway opens up to a large room with a glass roof. Unlike the others, this room is full of light. A peaceful feeling calms him when he walks into the room. He sees someone move toward him from the back of the room but there is a thick fog surrounding that person. He moves closer and is able to see more clearly, the figure turns around and embraces him. He feels safe and happy in this person's arms. The light is very bright and he still can't see who is holding him. Warm arms begin to caress his body gently at first, then with more pressure. Large, hot lips cover his own, in a searing, passionate kiss. He returns this kiss with fervor and begins to explore with his hands as well. His hands move down over muscular shoulders and then quickly over a very muscular chest. He looks up in shock to see the man standing before him. The initial shock only lasts for a second and surprisingly he feels calm. The man reaches out and pulls him close for another kiss but just as their lips touch his lover is pulled away and the room begins to spin quickly.

Frantically he tries to keep his balance and get to the door but he falls and ends up curled in a ball on the floor. Suddenly he is in the dark again and gets to his feet. He runs down the corridor and finally he is back in bed, his loving wife at his side. He wakes and sits up in bed, a cold chill runs through him and his head begins to throb. He looks at Kirsten sleeping peacefully and touches her face. He kisses her cheek softly and then rests his head on his pillow, thinking about the strange dream.

Janna Covington

2005

Choices Ch. 01



I was finishing reading Bobby his bedtime story so I didn't see the dark green sedan as it pulled to the curb and stopped. I was just starting to descend the stairs when the doorbell rang. I saw the major in Class A's when I opened the door. As I noticed the Chaplain insignia on the other officer, I knew why they were there.

I had met Kathy when I was a senior at the University of Texas. Some buddies and I had gone to San Antonio for the weekend. Kathy was taking her Army Nurse training at Fort Sam Houston, but on Friday nights the class of nurses frequented the River Walk and its accompanying restaurants and bars.

I asked her to dance and then I bought her a drink. That drink stretched into several hours of talk and an agreement to meet the next afternoon. I couldn't believe how wonderful it was to spend time with her but that evening ended with just one brief kiss. On Saturday, I dumped my buddies and spent all afternoon and evening with Kathy. We explored the Alamo and cruised on the river, but the deepest explorations were of each other's personalities.

Kathy had graduated from the University of Tennessee -- Chattanooga School of Nursing. She had volunteered for the Army hoping to travel some before settling down. She was surprised to find that I was already in the Army. After two years at a community college near my home in South Carolina, I had enlisted to figure out what I wanted to do and to travel also. Three years into my enlistment, my battalion commander had counseled me to take advantage of a program offered by the Army that would pay my tuition and book fees while continuing to pay my full salary and benefits. I would spend two years at any college where I was accepted to complete my degree. Then I would be commissioned as a Second Lieutenant and serve another five years as an officer.

We dated each weekend, playing tourist all over eastern Texas. The very first weekend the Hill Country and its wineries provided the backdrop for the beginnings of our passionate sex life. All too soon Kathy finished her training. She requested and got an initial assignment at Fort Benning in Columbus, Georgia. I still had four months until graduation, but I would be assigned to Fort Benning for almost a year of training. 

We talked almost nightly on the phone. On President's Day weekend, Kathy was able to fly out to Austin. Spring Break I drove to Columbus and picked her up for a week in Florida.

Kathy flew back to Austin for my graduation. At my commissioning ceremony after graduation, Kathy pinned on one of my bars and my mother pinned on the other. After a night of social celebrating, but no bedtime, we put my parents on a plane back to South Carolina. Then Kathy and I loaded up my car with the stuff I hadn't had the Army ship to Fort Benning. With fourteen hours of driving ahead of us, we planned to stop overnight in Louisiana and drive into Columbus the next day.

We were on that flat coastal plain east of Houston, the left lane of I-10 spinning under the tires, when Kathy got frisky. She leaned over and began to stroke my cock through my slacks.

"If you keep doing that, we'll have to stop for me to change my slacks."

"I want to make sure you stay alert, and the best way is by making sure Mr. Johnson stays up, er, awake."

"I don't want to be a Lert. I want to be a Fucker with you, the Fuckee."

"I want that, too, but we can't while you're driving. Maybe around Lafayette, Louisiana," she said, looking at the map. 

"In the meantime, I'll try something else." Her slender fingers began to move buttons out of buttonholes. 

"How's that?" Her yellow blouse had parted to reveal the front clasp of her yellow bra set off beautifully by a strip of her deeply tanned skin exposed all the way down to her shorts.

"Veeeerrrry interesting. But somewhat conservative, don'cha think? I could see a lot more than that at a pubic, excuse me, public beach."

"But getting there is half the fun. You're not going to drop me beside the road any time soon, are you?"

"Is that Elle McPherson hitchhiking up there?"

"You like hers better than these?" I looked over to see that the bra clasp was undone. The tanned area on view had expanded to show her tight abs and most of those luscious mounds that I loved to love, but the naughty bits were still hidden.

"No tan lines? Who's been watching you lay out? Who's seen my peach's peaches?"

"Well, Kay (her apartment mate) sees them a lot. I don't think she notices though, I hope. And there's that cute guy that lives above us. And, gee, on Saturdays at the pool there's all these people --" She burst out laughing at my expression.

"You should see your face! Haven't you heard of tanning beds? You can't go out the day the pool opens with a bleached body."

I looked over at her when she leaned back against the door. Now one of those peaches and its very erect stem was showing off and making my mouth water.

"I do declare, Rhett," Kathy began in her best Scarlett O'Hara accent, "it's just too hot in Texas for little ol' me." She began flapping her blouse to fan herself. Of course, this was just more teasing on Mr. Johnson.

"Be careful. That bra clasp might scratch your skin." We both knew the plastic clip had zero chance of scratching her. "Maybe you ought to take it off."

I was hoping that Kathy would take the blouse off and then take off the bra off. Instead, she did that contortionist routine that all women know. The bra ended up in the back seat. When she leaned back on the door again, only a narrow, vertical column of flesh was showing down her chest.

"The clouds are hiding the sun."

"Aw, is snookums missing something? If snookums asks nicely, maybe the sun will shine again." Teasing the mind is worse than teasing the flesh.

"I thought you were hot?"

"Don't you think I'm hot?" she asked. 

"Babe, you're the hottest woman I've ever known."

"Do tell."

"You're so hot that my brain turns into a puddle when I look at you. You're so hot that your touch causes my skin to burn. You're so hot that Mr. Johnson engorges at the mere thought of your lips on mine."

"A little flattery will get you a long way." She pulled her blouse open and off her shoulders reclined against the door. She put one foot against my thigh and rubbed it lightly.

Hhhnnnnnkkkkk! Hhhnnnnnkkkkk! Hhhnnnnnkkkkk!

The air horn made both Kathy and I jump. I hadn't noticed that we were right beside the cab of an eighteen-wheeler, but the driver had noticed us, or more specifically Kathy. We both laughed. I started to speed up to pass him.

"Wait. He's already seen me. Let's give him a little show." She rolled down her window as I matched the truck's speed. She knelt beside the door and framed her boobs in the open window.

Hhhnnnnnkkkkk! Hhhnnnnnkkkkk! Hhhnnnnnkkkkk!

"OK. He'll be alert for a while, too." She ducked back in the seat and pulled her blouse together as I hit the accelerator. 

"Take your last look ... for awhile." She flashed me then buttoned one button of her blouse and turned forward.

She left that single button done up for the rest of the day until we settled in for the night. Her charms swayed back and forth, but even during our driving breaks she didn't cover up any more. She didn't show anything as far as I know, but some of the guys at our driving breaks tried to burn off that button with their Superman gaze.

We dated for three months after I settled in at Fort Benning. The joy that I felt in her presence confirmed the feelings which had begun to grow in Texas. I knew she was my life mate, destined to grow old with me. I popped the question and we scheduled the wedding six weeks after I was to finish my Ranger training. 

As the wedding date approached, we were given showers both in Columbus and in Kathy's home of Monteagle, Tennessee. Impromptu parties sprung up anytime wedding gifts arrived and needed to be opened. On one such occasion the men in my platoon chipped in for a wedding present, a large serving bowl, and then filled it with condoms before wrapping it. They delivered it directly to the apartment Kathy shared with another nurse.

"Jack! You've got to come over so we can open this present." She had met most of the platoon members and liked them. She liked anyone who seemed to like her future husband.

I was preparing an operations order for presentation the next day and couldn't leave immediately. By the time I got there, a small crowd had gathered: Kathy, her roommate, two other nurses, three single girls from the same complex and three miscellaneous boyfriends. Two other gifts had shown up and plenty of alcohol was flowing.

The other two presents were opened first. Both were conventional choices of stainless steel flatware. Kathy guessed the platoon's present was a serving bowl as she unwrapped it, but several pieces of tissue paper had been laid across the top and then taped to the underside.

"Guys," she said exasperatedly. "They either don't wrap things well enough or they over-wrap." She pulled the tape free and then pushed the tissue paper off. "What's this?" She pulled out one of the condoms. Suddenly, realization dawned. She examined the package closely. "Regular size. Not going to be big enough for Jack," she giggled to our friends.

"He ought to try one on for size. Have him model it for us just to make sure," another nurse cracked.

"Hey! I'm the only person he gets to model these for," Kathy replied. "Later tonight we'll see if they fit externally and internally."

The next morning after the company PT, Captain Jones called me up in front of the company.

"The First Sergeant tells me a mistake was made yesterday and the men of the company want to rectify it."

"Lieutenant Williams," the First Sergeant addressed me in his booming, parade ground voice. "I was told that the men of your platoon underestimated your capabilities. This will correct that problem. Detail, FRONT AND CENTER!"

Two PFC's marched up followed by the company supply sergeant. "Sir," began the sergeant, "We sent a detail to Victory Drive and recovered these."

The first PFC smartly extended his arms and showed a box of condoms. They were prominently labeled EXTRA LARGE in red ink.

"Should that not be sufficient," the sergeant continued, "we also found this."

The second PFC extended his arms. A poncho with the neck sewn together was displayed. I could hear snickers in the background and knew a comment was called for. I took the box of condoms from the first private.

"Thank you, Sergeant Loftis, for your resourcefulness. These might be useful." I paused. "But where can I get more of these?" I asked pointing to the poncho. The company roared.

Marriage in the late-90's Army was good. I had to sleep cold on the ground some nights, but when I got back home, I often had 4-day weekends. Kathy was often able to arrange her schedule so that we could make up in days what we had missed the lonely nights. Two years on, we decided to start a family. 

Bobby was born almost three years after we married. Although April 1999 was a little early, we thought of him as our millennium baby and the symbol of our life going forward together. We talked of Kathy resigning her commission. After going around awhile, we decided to wait until I was promoted Captain and we had a second child at home. We did hire a nanny, Faith, a nice grandmotherly type who was supplementing her Social Security.

September 11 changed the way the world worked. A year later I had just taken command of an infantry company when the Third Infantry Division shipped out to Kuwait. We were going after Saddam. We just didn't know the exact timing. 

Bobby was running around the house faster than we wanted and was even talking understandably, to his parents anyway. Again we talked about Kathy resigning but she didn't want to stay home all day worrying about what might be happening to me. 

I wanted the night before I left to be reasonably normal. Kathy cooked her pot roast that I loved with potatoes and carrots, ice cream for dessert. I gave Bobby his bath, put on his pajamas and read him a story. He was out before I finished the second page. I settled him in his crib and put on the night-light.

As I walked out to the hall I could smell that Kathy had showered. The smell was that wonderful spring rain-scent that always appears. I have no idea where it comes from, as it's definitely not hair spray or deodorant or bath powder. She was in her robe when I walked in to our bedroom.

"Go take your shower," she said, "I'll fix us a glass of wine."

When I came out of the shower, there were four candles lit in the bedroom. Kathy had turned down the sheets and was reclining on her side in a beautiful red satin baby-doll gown. "I know you said that tonight was to be like a usual Saturday night, but I wanted you to have one new memory to take with you."

Kathy pulled my towel off with one hand and pulled me down to kiss her with her other hand. I started to climb into bed with her.

"Not yet. C'mere." She rolled to a sitting position on the side of the bed and moved to take my cock in her mouth. First she nibbled on it with her lips, lifting it so that she could get to the sensitive underside. She began to stroke gently with her hand, short feathery touches that inflamed mentally but would never bring me to climax. Then she took me into her mouth, coordinating the back-and-forth motions for maximum effect. I reached down to fondle her breasts through the nightgown, but the stimulation soon proved too much.

"I don't want to come in your mouth tonight."

"I want you to, but not yet," she said. She rolled onto her back and pulled me toward her pussy.

"I love the way you look, so sexy and willing, but I have to remember your body, too." I began to pull the nightgown over her head.

"Well, you spent enough time memorizing it, both visually and by Braille."

I ran my hands over her beautiful breasts. Even lying on her back, they were just over a handful. I gently rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Then I bent to lick and bite all over her chest, finally moving to suck on those pink protuberances that I loved.

"Oh, Jack. You treat me so good. I'm tingling all over. All over."

"You taste so sweet yourself. I could feast at your breasts for a thousand years as the poet says." I returned to more pressing matters, licking my way southward. I avoided her center and kissed down one leg then back up to her other knee. I knelt between her legs and slowly moved flat as my tongue explored first one, then the other thigh. As I got to her sex she undulated gently in my face.

I kissed all over her mound. As I kissed around, I snaked a finger inside her panties. They were damp and her pussy was open and hot. My finger slipped in. I used my thumb to push her panties to one side. The feminine smell that reached my nose was exquisite, slightly spicy and sweet. I pulled her panties off her hips as she swung her legs into the air. After discarding them, I trapped her legs in the air and licked down the backs of them until I again gained her pussy. As I let go she gracefully relaxed into a wanton spread-eagle position, her face masked with desire.

I eagerly began lapping at her moist lips with a finishing flip to her clit. After three or four minutes of this her hips began rolling and I knew she was approaching her climax.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ooooohhh, Jack." Her orgasmic moans were always soft and low, but I could feel the tremors from her muscles pulsing inside her. Her body went limp.

I crawled up and cradled her to my chest. I stroked her silken hair and inhaled the scent of her shampoo. Soon she began to revive.

"This was supposed to be a night for your memory. But, God, that was good."

"You don't think I want to remember how you feel in my arms, how your body bucks under me when you go over the top, how your essence coats my tongue and the taste of that?"

We began kissing again. First her tongue would dart into my mouth, then my tongue would chase back into hers. She broke the kiss and nibbled on my neck for awhile before nipping at my chest and shoulders. We resumed kissing and tugging at each other's lips. Finally, she rolled me on to my back and grabbed my cock. "You've teased me for too long. I've got to have you in me now."

She swung astride my body. At first she rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit. "Oh, this feels so good. I love how you feel in my hand, and now inside me."

With that, she started lowering herself slowly down. She would drop an inch or two and then lift up again. Back down she went, taking an extra inch. Finally after five or six tries, she sat firmly on my hips with her pussy firmly clutching all of my cock. 

"God, if you keep doing that I'll shoot too soon." She was practicing her Kegel exercises. The muscle contractions were exquisite. "I'll have to think about softball." I rose up until I could fit my mouth to those luscious orbs. Almost a D-cup, I loved to play with her breasts, nipping, tonguing, and making them swing slowly like bells. "You've got to make sure to keep these safe until I come back." 

I felt a small tremor sweep over her. She pushed on my shoulders and began to move again, just allowing her nipples to graze my chest and abdomen.

I moved my fingers lightly over her back. The feel of her skin was like warm silk. I wet two fingers in my mouth and reached between us to rub her clit.

"Ooooh, nice," she whispered in my ear. "You've got that magic touch." She moaned softly but almost continuously now.

I wet the fingers of my other hand and reached behind her. She sometimes let me do this when she was really excited and the results were explosive. I wormed my index finger and then my middle finger into her butt. I could feel my cock through the thin membranes.

"God! God! So Gooood!" Heat poured from her over me. Her movements became irregular and jerky from side to side and back and forth. "Do me. Do me! Fuck! Fuck! I'm cuuuummminggg!" As she slumped onto my chest, the final spasms of her vagina made me gush upward into her womb.

She lay on top of me for several minutes and then slid to one side. I suddenly realized that she was crying. "Kathy, what's wrong?"

"I'm going to miss you so much. We both will, but I'll ache everyday. Bobby will miss you, too, but it isn't as hard for someone that young."

"Babe, I'll miss you, too. How could I not miss my soul mate, who just happens to be the most gorgeous girl in the world? And the hottest, also!" With this last phrase I reached over and tweaked her nipple trying to keep the melancholy away.

"Ouch! I'll get you for that!"

"Promise?" With that, I pulled her to me for another kiss. She squirmed her body against mine and soon we were both breathing heavily. I loved her breasts some more. Then she pulled me back up to kiss her again. When this kiss ended, her lips found my nipples with little bites and tugs. Then she started licking and kissing downward.

"Your cock is so beautiful and it's all mine. I love to love it." She licked up one side, around the head and down the other side, tasting our combined juices. "Better than any ice cream cone I ever had."

"That's because it's not ice cream but hot cream."

"Yum, yum." She took loud slurps of my cock and balls and the hair and skin all around. She changed from playing to serious work. One hand pumped the base of my cock slowly. Her mouth sucked and licked and acted like an o-ring on the head. She pulled on my hip to roll me on to my side.

As I turned she reversed her body and opened her top leg so that I was staring into her pussy. Her free hand came down to spread her lips.

I never had a problem tasting my cum in a woman's pussy. After all I expected her to taste it fresh from the source. Why shouldn't I be able to tolerate the taste? "Oh yeah, baby, let me at it."




Choices Ch. 01



"No!" She rotated her hips back a little. "Just watch."

As I watched, she ran her fingertips down and back up her slit and around her clit. Back down again and then in and out several times. 

I felt the vibrations of her moans on my cock. They added to the total sensations of the experience.

I watched her fingers stroke, glide, and pump all over her pussy. I smelled her hot, spicy musk as her undulating hips wafted the odor towards my nose. I heard her moans, groans, gasps, and slurps as she pleasured herself and me. I felt the velvet softness of her mouth and the gentle but firm caress of her hand.

Her hips increased their rocking as her fingers became more insistent and probing in their assault on her pussy. Her mouth attacked my cock more wetly and more completely.

"I'm going to cum," I warned her.

Her sounds changed as I started to spurt in her mouth. She jammed her fingers inside as far as she could and snapped her thighs together trapping the hand between them.

I felt cool air on the head of my cock. Looking down I saw her mouth open, my cock still dribbling a little into it and cum running out of the corner of her mouth. I turned around and kissed her hard. We shared the remainder of my cum between us.

Civilians call it 3AM but in the military anytime between midnight and sunrise is O-Dark-Thirty. Kathy drove the car while Bobby drowsed in his seat. In the parking lot beside the runway on post, I hugged Kathy and Bobby. I swung my pack onto my shoulder and walked off to the rally point. I waved one last time just before boarding the bus to take me to the transport plane waiting on the tarmac. As I swung out of the bus beside the plane, one of my men called out, "Hey Capt. Williams, are you well-rested enough to lead us in battle?"

"Zulewski, any man that's well-rested this morning is a fool and he wasted the last good night he's gonna get for six months." The whole company laughed at Zulewski. As the transport lifted off the runway, I remembered my hot, beautiful Kathy and nodded off to sleep.

We had already agreed to send Bobby to Kathy's mom, Linda, if we both shipped out. Now, after I left, this was a real possibility. Her mom started driving down every other week for a day or two so Bobby would learn to be with her and Linda would be familiar with Bobby's quirks and routine. Faith helped Linda on her first trips and they hit it off so well that a lunch out with Faith was a regular highlight of Linda's visits whether during the week or on the weekend.

My company's race to Baghdad was not the stuff of war movies. We had many actions along the way. We never saw regular Iraqi troops. The Air Force flyboys and the Army attack helicopters were breaking those formations. In the end, they just dissolved and the soldiers walked home.

Instead, we had almost hourly encounters with Saddam's Fedayeen. These mostly untrained civilians insisted on charging directly at us across open spaces, firing their weapons wildly. Despite orders and warning shots to stop, they would keep charging and firing. Finally we would shoot them and they would die. It wasn't fun and exciting. It was depressing and left a hollow feeling inside.

The Third Infantry Division returned to the US in June and I got a month off to reacquaint myself with Kathy and Bobby. The first week, the three of us went to Mobile, laid on the beach and became a family again. The next two weeks, we traveled the Southeast, visiting family and friends. We had almost decided that Kathy would resign her commission and stay home.

When we returned from leave, the US Army had decided for us. Kathy's hospital unit was alerted for movement to Iraq. No transfers out, enlistment expirations or resignations would be accepted. They would leave around Thanksgiving.

"You didn't want to leave us either," she reminded me. "But, like you said, the Big Green Machine trained us for this and we owe it to the ones who've already served. My surgical team's been together over twelve months, eighteen by the time we ship out. Just think what we'll be able to do to help the wounded."

Kathy shipped out the day after Thanksgiving. Kathy hugged Bobby and me just before boarding the bus to the transport waiting on the runway. Linda started coming back down periodically, perhaps once a month. It gave her something to do, she got to visit with Faith and she really liked her only grandson. Often she'd come on the weekend and Dan, Kathy's father, would come also. When he did, we usually hit a golf course on Saturday morning. I was lucky in my choice ofs.

In April, the Army Board for Promotion to Major convened at the Pentagon. My year group wouldn't be fully eligible until the next board so I didn't pay much attention. I was assigned to the Infantry Officer Basic School and had my hands full administering all the forms for the hundreds of new officers we processed through each year.

The first Monday in June my commanding officer called me into his office. "Congratulations! Let me buy you a cup of coffee."

"Well thanks, but what's the occasion?"

"You're on the promotion list!" He tossed me a copy of Army Times.

Being promoted 'below the zone,' as it's known, is a big deal. Getting promoted ahead of most of the others in your year group confers an advantage in an organization where your position in the pecking order can change drastically because of a few days difference in date of rank. It also meant that the promotion Board had looked at your ratings and accomplishments relative to your peers and decided that you were in the top five percent. I couldn't wait to tell Kathy.

She called the next night. She was as excited as I about my making the list. We also talked about her upcoming two-week leave at the beginning of July and where we might go. It was the last time I talked to her. The chaplain showed up two days later.

The chaplain and the Family Assistance Officer could not give me many details about Kathy's death. It had been a random occurrence. She was returning from the mess hall after breakfast. Three mortar rounds had exploded catching her in the open. She was dead when the first soldier got to her. Quick and painless like we all want to die. But much too young for her and much too soon for her family.

Afterwards, I remembered almost nothing from the first two weeks after the chaplain's visit. The funeral in Monteagle brought my family and Kathy's family together along with hundreds of friends and neighbors from the little community and the nurses whom I had met in San Antonio and classmates from UT -- Chattanooga.

Linda drove back to Columbus with me. Dan would drive down on the weekend to bring Linda back.

Linda helped me sort through Kathy's things. Linda took some keepsakes for herself and Kathy's younger sister. A piece of jewelry that was a family heirloom she left with me. "Put it away for Bobby to give to his wife."

I visited the Judge Advocate General's office. They explained how to register Kathy's will and apply for her military insurance benefits. I learned that I was suddenly very rich, over $500,000. 

Dan arrived on Friday night. Saturday morning we loaded his pickup and took all the boxes to the Salvation Army. On the way back, he began to talk.

"Jack, I don't want to pry but Linda said Kathy had a lot of insurance?"

"Yeah, with her military insurance I've got over half a mil."

"Do you have any idea what you're going to do with it?"

"Put it in stocks, I guess. I need to set up something for Bobby's college fund."

"I hope you don't mind, but I spoke to friend of mine at Sewanee. He teaches Finance, but he helps people with financial planning on the side. He's willing to advise you for free."

"I'd appreciate that. Maybe I can schedule a long weekend in July and come up."

Sunday night after Linda and Dan left and Bobby had gone to sleep, I looked around the house. By the time I got to Kathy's empty closet I couldn't hold back. I dropped to our bed and cried myself to sleep.

It's good that I didn't have a very demanding job. The next four months were a haze. I'd get Bobby breakfast every day and either take him to his 4-morning-a-week pre-school or hand him over to Faith. At night, Faith would have supper ready when I came in. Bobby's bath and story time followed. Maybe some mindless sitcom or equally mindless adventure novel would complete my day.

The only breaks were Linda and Dan's visits. I had asked Linda to continue to visit Bobby until I decided anything different about my deployment contingency. She and Dan visited about every three weeks for a weekend. Dan and I continued our golf outings and Linda continued to visit with Faith.

The standard advice to young men is to look at the prospective mother. Supposedly in twenty-five years time your wife will look like that. When I first met Linda, I considered myself lucky to be marrying into such a beautiful family. Now I didn't pay as much attention to Linda's physical appearance as her mannerisms. I often thought She does that just like Kathy did. Except it was the other way around: Kathy had picked up the habits and gestures from Linda. Whichever way I looked at it, it was sweet pain to remember Kathy.

Sometimes I would take Bobby up to Monteagle. The professor to whom Dan introduced me helped get my finances organized and put me on a steady road to investing and tracking my investments. Dan showed me some good golf courses in Tennessee, too.



Choices Ch. 01



Hello wide world, my name is Monica Summers and I thought it was time to share this story. This is the story of the best and at the same time the worst year of my life. In order to fully understand this story and the year itself we have to start a little sooner. So, I will begin at the beginning, where all true stories begin. 

June 2010.

The summer of 2010 I had just ended my final year at USC, The University of Southern California and had returned home to the family. Every year in June my brother Brandon, our mother Samantha, our father Tom and little ol me all try and take a family vacation. These vacations had come to be known as "Camp Hell" because come hell or high water, something always went wrong. 

Like in 1999 when I was 11 and Brandon was 7. We had been there a whole day when Brandon and I went for a nature walk and both ended up with horrible cases of poison ivy. Or in 2004 when I was 16 and Brandon was 12. We had been there a few hours, when my father walked through the trees and caught me innocently kissing some of the boys from the next camping plot over. I swear it was only kissing, but my dad overreacted and....home we went. Then again in 2006, we parked and car and saw that Uncle Randy, my mothers brother was there with his wife Catherine and their two children.

You see, my father hates my Uncle with a blind passion. As soon as we saw them, he turned the car around and drove straight home. So, our June vacations are always a disaster and this one....well my dad said it went very well, and part of me has to agree, but at the same time Camp Hell has a reputation to keep doesn't it?

This year the four of us were joined by two of Brandon's friends from High School, they all had just graduated and also two of my best friends Kimberly and Vanessa. We arrived at the park in the middle of the afternoon, unpacked and truck and all was well. We all shared a late lunch of hot dogs and chips, which we girls ate very little of and Brandon and his friends gorged themselves on.

Now, let me tell you all something about me and my friends. I am 5'6 with long strawberry blond hair and a slender figure I tried very hard to keep. I had a average and very respectable 36C bust. I am the "priss" of the group as they call me, but I cannot help it if I like to dress in nice clothes and dresses. Now Kimberly is smaller then me if you can imagine it. Around 5'4 with a body even tighter then mine. She weights 110 pounds soaking wet. A 34B cup was all she was graced with, but she is one of those girls who had legs to kill for and a ass begging to be grabbed and long brown hair. She and I are polar opposites when it comes to clothes, as she prefers a more punk/goth look and has been a friend of the family for as long as I can remember. Vanessa is a mixture of us both, only bigger. She is 5'11 with long legs like Kim but a 38D cup, like mine. Her ass is beautiful, tight and round and has long blond hair.

Now my brother and his friends are....not at all our types. I will admit, I had a little chubba bubba for a brother and his two friends were as chubby if not chubbier. I hadn't really seen my brother since I left High School four years ago but I cannot imagine much has changed. Brandon was taller then I remember when I saw him in late May. He now towered over me at 6'3. He has short dirty blond hair and is completely clean shaved. His other two friends were....as far as us girls were concerned as equally unimpressive as my brother.

Well, we made it through the first afternoon of Camp Hell when me and my girlfriends slipped away. I would have lied about this years ago, but we had to sneak out to have a smoke. We stood next to the small river access around the bend from the camp having our smokes when the rustle in the bushes made us all freeze. We all breathed a collected sigh of relief when the boys burst through the bushes to our left and walked on to the river. We watched with a snicker as Adam and Jamie pulled off their shirt and pants to go for a dip in their boxers. 

"Come on, let's blow this place. If I wanted to see a whale I would have gone to sea world." Vanessa snickered at us. 

We all agreed and were just about to turn to leave when something caught our eye. Brandon pulled off his baggy t-shirt and all three of us sucked in a gasp. Brandon was.....ripped. He wasn't big, but was defined in ways I never at the time knew were possible. His back carved at the shoulders and slid down in a big V to his slender waist.

"W...what the hell happened?" I whispered

"Oh, it must have happened when I started playing football a few years ago." Kimberly whispered back, but her eyes were devouring my brothers form hungrily. "I never thought to give him a second look."

"And ink." Vanessa purred and I looked back quickly.

Sure enough, across his entire shoulder blades from one side to the other was a big tattoo of what looked like a tribal design and I also spotted a tribal band armband around his large bicep. Brandon pulled off his baggy jeans and his legs were just as slender, now nicely muscled.

"....Come on girls, enough staring at my brother." But even I was having trouble looking away. Finally we were able to pull ourselves away and go back to the camp. I noticed that all the young ladies of the camp, and even a few at the surrounding camps were all starring when the boys came back. Brandon had left off his shirt.

"You see baby, you should stop wearing the baggy clothes. You look great!" Our mom said with a big smile. "Doesn't he look great honey?"

Dad looked up at him with the same expression he always had on his face when he looked at Brandon, blind dislike. Sometimes I thought it would be better if dad ignored him. "Whatever. You still look like an idiot with those things all over your back and arm."

Dad and Brandon didn't have what you would call a stable relationship. Dad hated him for some reason, but mom made up for it. She doted on her only son. Dad ignored his birthdays and didn't buy him anything for Christmas. When Brandon graduated, I heard dad didn't even go to his graduation. Brandon did have a male role model though. Uncle Randy always made sure and call him on his birthday and send him presents on Christmas. That may be why Dad hated Uncle Randy so much. Back then, I didn't understand it like I do now.

"Dad, will you lay off?" Brandon snarled.

"What did you say to me? I agree to let your friends come with you and this is how you talk to me? After I put a roof over your head and food in your mouth? Dad growled back.

"Mom does all of that and she insisted I bring friends, you didn't even want me to come!" Brandon said with tears standing in his eyes.

Here it comes, I thought bitterly, Camp Hell at last but mom intervened by shooting dad a dirty look that said "Someone isn't getting any tonight" and that ended that. After we all ate and retired to our tents the girls all sat up talking. Or well, Kimberly and Vanessa talked about Brandon and I pretended to be deaf. 

It was a little after midnight when we heard a zipper quietly sliding and a rustle in the tents. We all peaked out and saw Brandon slipping out of his tent leaving behind his snoring friends and sneak off into the darkness.

"Now where could be be going?" Kimberly asked curiously.

"Why don't we follow?" I answered.

The three of us nodded at one another and slipped out behind him. When your wearing no shoes it's easy to follow someone, but considering it was pitch black and we were a bit behind him we did get lost a few times. When we did find him again it was at the picnic area with a handful of barbeque's and a lot of picnic tables.

We all slid to a stop when we saw him, but more, we saw HER. A young petite blond was with him. I recognized her from the camp next to ours. She was lying on her back with her legs hanging over the edge of the table. Her bikini top was on, but her large pale breasts were hanging out to each side of it. Brandon was kneeling at the edge of the table with his blond head between her opened thighs.

"Oh my...." Kimberly whispered.

"Listen to her." I said in a hushed tone.

Blondie was almost vibrating on the table she was moving so much. We could all hear her moans from where we stood and hear the cries of pleasure she was issuing as he worked his tongue on her. Her hands moved down to his hair and began to massage, and from the way his head was moving he had to be licking up and down the length of her lips and the hood of her clit.

"Oh....my god I think I love you!" We heard her scream as her whole body began to spasm. My brother had just made a drop dead gorgeous 18 year old cum hard and....i had watched. I would never have admitted it to my friends, but I was soaking wet beneath my little silk sleeping shorts as I heard the shrieks coming from the young woman. 

Brandon suddenly stood but none of us could make out what he said from where we were, but we heard the girl moan out "Oh....yes please. I don't care....just put it inside me!"

My mouth opened at this and I noticed next to me Kim was gently rubbing her nipples through her top. Brandon opened his zipper on his jeans and what came out was both shocking and impressive. We could make out the dark shape of 6 inches of cock flesh, and it was limp. All three of us gasped loud, and this time he heard us.

Brandon's head spun around to find the source of the sound and he stared at us. ".....Sis?" He stammered, shoved his cock back into his pants and took off running back toward the camp. The young blond sat up and ran after him but when she reached us she was pissed.

"What in the hell was that about!?" She said in frustration. "Stupid bitches!"

The girl shoulders passed us but all of us were too shocked by what we had seen to really do anything about what she said. After we returned to our tent we all laid down and didn't talk. We were all too numb. I laid there, pretending to be asleep and listened to Kimberly moaning. The last thing I heard before sleep took me was my best friend of ten years softly moaning out my brothers name. 

The next day my brother avoided us and our dad assumed he was being mean to his "little angel" and the fight started there. To his credit, even after all the insults and wishing he had never been born our father slung at him Brandon said nothing about us peeping at him, but that ended our vacation.

Dad said later it was a good trip, except "him" and next year he won't bother to take the bastard. It was a good trip, and yet a bad trip. I felt my pussy tingle at the thought of the sounds my brother forced from that blond. Damn you Camp Hell.

August 12th 2010

My brother and I didn't speak of what we had seen and life returned to normal. I told mom and dad that I was going to spend the summer at home before trying to find a job in my field, psychiatry. They were both ecstatic. Mom to have me home and dad to have someone besides "the boy" around the house. Over the course of the next two months I learned that my brother didn't just have Tattoo's, but he gave them. He even owned his own shop, Uncle Randy had given him his start up loan. Dad from what I hear, blew a gasket. 

This morning I got up late and found mom and dad had already gone off to work and because I knew that Brandon left for his shop before either of them did I knew I had to house to myself. With this knowledge in hand I decided now would be a perfect occasion to break in a new bra and panties set I had recently bought.

After changing I walked back downstairs and laid on the couch watching TV. The bra and panties set was bright pink, lace and fit me snugly. A nice bra and a pair of boy shorts panties. As I flipped through the channels barely paying attention a ad snuck up on me. It was a ad for the camp which we came to call "Camp Hell"

This took me back to the river side and the picnic table. The blond and that amazing looking cock. I felt a strange but familiar string inside me and before I knew it, I was running a hand down my toned stomach. What was the harm?

The boy shorts were getting a real work out now, as they stretched around my hand and wrist. Two fingertips found my little button and began to rub slowly in circles. Before I knew it, I had two fingers buried inside myself and was feverishly forcing them in and out. Had I opened my eyes, I would have found Brandon standing at the top of the stairs with his mouth open.

I was oblivious of anything around me as I slammed those fingers in harder and deeper. The wetness was so intense you could hear the squishing sound across the room and my pussy was so tight they gripped my fingers tight enough to pull them back in whenever I tried to pull them out. 

"Oh god...it was so big....please touch me....oh god touch me." I moaned and then the sudden image of that cock pushing into me flashed through my head. My eyes snapped open and my whole body went absolutely rigid. I let out a piercing scream and came hard around those fingers, but I saw nothing.

Brandon had returned to his room and set silently on the bed considering what he had seen with his face in his hands. He had spied on his sister during her most private and intimate time. He felt like a sick pervert. He felt dirty. The only thing he could think to do was take a shower.

Around the time he was turning the shower on, I was screaming in orgasm. After the orgasm I realized what most women did when they come that hard. I had to pee. I snuck upstairs and froze at the bathroom door when I heard the water. Someone was home. Someone has to have heard that scream. Shit. 

I peaked into the bathroom and sighed heavily. The bathroom showers doors. Yes! They were made so you could see in, but not really see how. My dad hated it when mom peed while he was in the shower, so he made it so she could and he wouldn't have to see her. So, after sneaking into the bathroom and sitting down I looked up. 

Brandon was leaning forward with his arm on the wall and his back hunched over. My heart began to pick up speed. My brother was crying?! Why was my baby brother crying?! Then I heard a faint whimper and I looked closer. One forearm was on the wall and the other....was down by his....oh god my brother was masturbating.

How would I feel if he saw me, I thought silently and then I heard something that changed my life forever. "Oh...god Monnie."

My heart, which had picked up when I thought he was crying began to race now. Had he just moaned my name? His he turned a bit and I saw it. His hand flying over the length of a soaped up cock. It was around 8 inches long, maybe a bit longer and as thick as my wrist. My mouth hung open as I stared and then I heard it again. "Oh god Monica....more...please I want more."

Images flashed through my mind at that point. My wet hair plastered to my shoulders. My knees on the warm shower floor and my mouth sliding in the rhythm of his hand. In my mind, I was sucking my baby brothers cock like a hungry whore. In my mind I could hear myself moan around that big shaft and in my ears I heard him moaning for more. Telling me he wanted me to go deeper. He wanted me to take more. 

I had no idea he was picturing me fingering my own pussy, but when I saw him freeze I thought I was busted again, then he let out a throaty growl and a shiver went down my spine. He was cumming. I sat and watched him cum, saw the outline of the large shots flying from his cock, then I quickly crept out, threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt and bolted from the house.

That afternoon I had the first of many choices that many people would make that year. Let it go, forget about it and go back to the way things were...or.....fuck my brother.

October 31st 2010

Over the next month and a half I tried to get him alone, but it was like he was avoiding me. So I put a plan into motion. The plan all started when I was walking down the hallway and overheard a conversation.

"Yeah bro i'll be there."i heard Brandon say. "You have no idea how badly I need to pound something. So, will I be at the Halloween party? Hell yes. Yeah, see you in a few days."

I raced back into my room with my heart in my thought. I picked up my phone and checked the caller ID. Wilson James. Willie was one of the boys I went to school with and I knew where he lived. Plan in motion.

When Halloween finally came I went over my plan in my mind and then got dressed. When I walked into my brothers bedroom he looked up and smiled. "Well, if it isn't the sexiest little kitty cat."

I offered him a wink and then gave a little twirl. "Kim offered me a spot at her party. What are you being tonight?"

"Hopefully something tight?" He whispered but I ignored it. Oh Brandon, you'll be in something tight alright. "What do you think?" He asked and put on his mask and turned around.

My brother, in his new body made a amazing Phantom. The Phantom of the Opera complete with mask and cape. "Classic baby bro. You look amazing. Well, I have to go or I'll be late."

I gave him a quick hug and then raced back to my room. There I hid until he left for the part and I changed. I wiggled out of my cat costume and put on my real costume. A little deviless with a short black skirt, black nylons, black high heels, a little tail, a black corset and a full mask complete with horns. This costume was my greatest idea and also almost resulted in my whole world never coming to be. 

Once I was redressed I left the house and hurried to the party. Wilson Jame's house was a big ugly thing across town. The entire block was thick with cars which only helped me. The more people the better. Once I parked and made my way inside I began to mingle and look for my Phantom. My destiny. I found him across the living room flirting with a red head in a strawberry shortcake costume. 

I made my way over when the little tart left to get a drink and leaned in next to him and whispered. "You can do better."

The Phantom turned and looked down at me, his eyes stayed on the large amount of breast I made sure peaked out of the corset. My baby brother was checking out my breasts and I felt my nipples harden. "Really, can I now?"

"Oh yeah. Everyone know that cakes are prudes." I answered with a hushed giggle.

"And Devil's aren't by any means are they?" He shot back at me playfully.

I saw the redhead looking over and realizing someone was moving in on her Phantom so I took his hand and began to pull him toward the dance floor. "Come dance with me Phantom."

He offered a shrug and followed me to the dance floor. As soon as we entered the crowd of people I got a little more bold. As soon as we got there I turned my back to him, arched myself until my arms were around his neck and began to wiggle my ass into his lap. I felt his hands slid around my sides to my stomach and the butterflies in my stomach began to flutter. We danced like this for a few minutes and when I heard a female voice say "Can I have a dance Phantom" I panicked a bit.

I leaned my head to the side and whispered into his ear. "I see you looking at my breasts, go ahead and slid those hands up and touch them."

I heard him mutter something about already having a date and then felt his hands slid up my stomach to cup those round globes of flesh. As soon as his big rugged hands cupped my breasts I moaned softly which only encouraged him. When I felt him gently tugging on the strings of the corset I slapped his hands and turned around. "Hey now, just because I let you touch them, doesn't mean everyone in the room gets to see them."

"Then let's go somewhere private." He said boldly.

Now I can tell you, something inside me roared in happiness when he said this. I took his hand and led him through the crowd and to one of the side rooms on the first floor. I had been here enough when Kim was dating Wilson that I knew the place. The room was a billiard room with two large leather chairs and a bar across the length of the back wall. Two men were playing pool when we entered and I heard my brother chuckle and point toward the door. "Guys, I need this room."




Choices Ch. 01



The two men laughed and then left the room. No sooner had the door closed then I pushed Brandon against the pool table and looked up at his face. A thousand emotions flashed through my head at this point. I needed to stop this before it got any further, but all I could see was the curve of his lips, the faint little scar he had on his top lip from when I pushed him down when we were kids. So, I leaned up and gently kissed that scar.

All I wanted to do was say I was "sorry" for doing it, but the second my lips touched his, he kissed me back. His tongue parted my lips and I melted against him. A soft moan later and we were kissing furiously. Though I loved the feel of his stabled chin on my smooth flesh, I wanted something else. Two hands gently pushed him back and I slid down to my knees.

I was face to face with it and suddenly my breath caught in my throat and I was a little scared. Was I really going to do this, I wondered silently. Then I steeled myself and nodded, just a look. I just wanted to see if what I saw was right. At least, this is what I told myself.

After my shaking hand unzipped the zipper that cock sprang out and slapped me in the lips softly. For a long time I stared at it in awe and fear. This was my baby brother. I couldn't do this. This was wrong on so many levels. Brandon saw the expression on my face and reached down touching the side of my mask. "Baby, are you okay?"

"....Is this right?" I whispered and looked up at him. All I could see was the baby blue eyes through the mask. They were so soft, so gentle. My baby brother was a gentlemen, I knew that now. He would be a caring lover.

"You can do it if you want babe. I won't make you." Was his whispered answer, but that cock throbbed needly against my mouth.

I made up my mind then and there. I had given a handful of blow jobs to my boyfriends over the years and truth be told, I liked doing it, but when my little pink tongue slid out and began to caress the flesh of the underside of his shaft, it was electric. His tight body tensed and when I got back to the head, we both moaned happily as the thick shaft passed my lips.

It was just like I imagined when I saw him in the shower. I was on my knees sucking my brothers cock, and it stretched my lips lewdly around it. I moaned, which came out garbled and began to bob my head on the first few inches. I have to tell you all, my brain was on fire at this moment. I was so turned on, and yet repulsed at the same time, but still my hand came up, wrapped around the shaft and began to stroke in time with my sucking. 

Brandon reached down and began to run his fingers through my hair as I continued to suck and stroke in time to each movement. I tried to move down deeper, but to tell you the truth I have never been good at deep throating and the second I did I began to choke and cough. It got so bad I had to pull his cock out and try to breath.

"New to this?" Brandon asked with a little teasing smile on his lips. I let out a little throaty growl and tightened my grip on his cock which made him wince. 

"You think you can do better hot shot?" I asked with a little hiss in my voice.

"Yes, I do." He snarled and grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up. I thought he was mad, until he lifted me up and set my ass on the table. The next thing I knew, his hands were up my skirt and pulling my black silk panties down. When his fingers found the lips of my shaved pussy it was like a bolt of lightning hit me. I let out a deep throaty moan and wrapped my arms around his neck. For some reason I assumed Brandon would be like all the other boys I had been with at school. Clumsy and rough, but he was anything but. My baby Brother knew how to play a woman's body like a fiddle and I was both in shock and in heaven.

By the time his fingers has danced around the outside of my lips and my clit enough to bring on the edges of a orgasm he was staring at me intensely and my whole body was covered in a thin layer of sweat beneath the costume. "Come on baby. Arch that back, push that tight little ass toward me and coat my hand in your cum. Come on my little deviless. This is what you wanted isn;t it?"

"Oh god yes, it's what I wanted. Please make me cum my beautiful, beautiful Phantom!" I moaned out and clung to him lost in the throws of what he was doing to me. "Please make me cum. PLEASE, I am begging you, make me cum!" I screamed as he teased me.

Then suddenly he just stopped. I wanted to scream until I saw something that took my breath away. Brandon gave me this little smile I had never seen on him before and though I could only see his lips, it was one of the sexiest smiles I had ever seen. He kissed the curve of my neck and began to slid himself down. 

It was then I made the next in the series of choices. I decided that the only time I would allow him to do to me what he did to make me want this in the beginning was when he knew it was me and not some random chick. I wanted my dear beloved Brandon to lick my sweet pussy because he wanted to eat me, not some random whore. So I grabbed his shoulders and stopped him. "No...i...um....don't like that. Just fuck me, fuck me now."

"....." He straightened up and looked into my eyes and then that smile appeared again. It was a mixture of amusement and arrogance. This was a whole new side of my brother. "Who am I to deny a beautiful woman."

Brandon lined up that thick bulbous head at the entrance to my steaming hole and began to stretch me out. At that moment I realized how small the college boys I had been with really were. The stretching around that cock was so exquisitely painful. My eyes widened in shock and I was totally at his mercy. Brandon stared at me with that arrogant smile as he pushed another inch in and then another inch. He inched into me until he rested balls deep in my tight pussy. All I could do was whimper out in pain and unbelievable pleasure as my baby brother laid claim to my pussy a inch at a time.

"Are you okay?" He asked with that arrogant smile, he didn't care. He knew what I was feeling. "Wonderful isn't it baby?"

"My god, do it again, please!" I moaned.

He did, but not the way he had before. He pulled out until only the head remained inside me and just when I expected him to ease it back into me he slammed his hips forward. My whole body jumped and I threw myself back until my back slammed into the pool table and my whole body spasmed in orgasm. "OH MY GOD!!" I screamed, thankful the music was so loud.

I came to this party to seduce and fuck my brother. I thought I would ride him and take total control and maybe teach my brother a thing or two, but as I laid there on that pool table with his hips pistoning into me, and my pussy having no choice but to take that massive fuck pole over and over again. My brother wasn't being dominated and taught a thing or two. My little baby brother left me to lay there and take his pounding.

Again and again his pole slammed into me and my body continued to betray me and I came over and over again with each slamming thrust. After a half an hour of constant pounding I had cum more times then I could count and then I felt his cock begin to swell and I sat bolt up. Both my arms wrapped around his neck. "You cannot cum inside me. Pull it out."

"...I think it's a little late to be saying that!" He growled.

Why did he say this? Because my hips kept moving in little circles. Each time I moved my hips around and forced that cock deeper I moaned into his face. Brandon tried to pull his hips away and respect my wishes, but when my hips rolled and forced that beautiful cock back as deep as it could go I felt it explode as Brandon let out a deep growl.

Our eyes met and the look on his face was primal, hungry but the look on mine was awed. I felt the shot after hot shot of his cum slamming into the deepest recesses of my depths and then it happened. I felt a orgasm just blow right in the core of my stomach. My eyes widened and though I opened my mouth to scream, no sound came out. 

Once my body had calmed down he kissed me gently and excused himself to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I pushed myself off the pool table, found my panties and look at the bathroom. Just then I was faced with the final choice of the months leading up to the best and worst year of my life. A choice that would have both good and bad reprecussions.

So, while Brandon was in the bathroom I made my choice. I wouldn't pull off my mask and wait. When he came out of the bathroom I was gone. Only the soft scent of our sex remained in the room. 

That night when he got home, I made sure I kept the panties on. I walked into his room in a pair of sweat pants and a tank top to find him putting away his costume and I have to admit, I saw him in a whole new light. I remembered the way he felt slamming that beautiful cock into me and how it tasted in my mouth. ".....hi Brandon. You have a good night?"

"Oh, you have no idea!" He said with a wide grin on his face. "I met this unbelievable girl. She was dressed up like a devil and she was sexy and funny and confident. She was amazing."

"She sounds like a keeper. You going to see her again?" I asked, knowing the answer. 

"Yeah. I am going to call her tomorrow." He said with a grin.

"Call her tomorrow?" I asked dumbfounded. How could he call her tomorrow. I left while he was in the bathroom. Oh god...did someone know it was me and told him?!

"Well, when I came out of the bathroom I couldn't find her." He left out the part about the sex. "And then she walked in the door. I didn't think it was her at first, because her costume was dark, dark red and I thought it was black but it was just so dark it looked black. Anyway, her name is Stella and we are going out tomorrow."

Brandon smiled, gave me one last hug and then left to take a shower leaving me stunned and dumbfounded. Another girl in the same costume had claimed she was the one who had seduced him in the billiard room. Some other bitch was taking credit for what I had done. 

My choice to not show Brandon who I was had backfired on me. And it came very close to ruining everything.



Choices Ch. 01



The crowd in the Gentleman's club was almost as obnoxious as the thick acrid cloud of smoke that hung about the noisy room. My cheeks burned a painful awkward red from the torrent of emotions that waged war in my mind and heart. Regardless of my discomfort, I refused to give in to the desire to flee the club, head lowered with embarrassment. I couldn't believe my husband would bring me to such a place. 

I'd been so excited from the moment he'd mentioned taking me out. Sitting there alone, as he sat glued to the stage drooling over half naked tiny women that I could never compare to, all I could feel was anger. That anger fueled a deep seated slowly building sense of self hatred and resentment for not being more attractive. I was so lost in my own self deprecating thoughts and fighting the urge to burst into tears, that I didn't even notice her slipping into my booth.

I started anxiously as she cleared her throat to draw my attention. Despite my usual lady like etiquette my mother had instilled in me, my jaw dropped. I was powerless to do much more than stare. The woman that had taken the liberty of joining me was magnificent. 

Her sun kissed skin only accentuated her long strait shining black hair. The way her soft brown almond shaped eyes watched my reaction intently only served to stun me more. As her full heart shaped mouth curled into a soft amused smile, I found it painfully hard to breathe. 

"I didn't mean to pull you from your thoughts," she started honestly, in a voice as soft and calming as warm summer breeze. "But I couldn't stand to watch you sitting here alone another second." She said seriously, as though the idea was far too tragic to contemplate. 

"Let me guess, another wife?" I questioned, too nervous to come up with any thing more stimulating to say. The look of disappointment on her face told me very quickly that I'd said something wrong. Immediately I started mentally kicking myself.

"Something like that." she said with a slightly insecure half smile. She looked almost annoyed by the disruption of my husbands sudden appearance at the side of the table. He had in tow with him an overly petite blond. 

Though I figured she had to be at least 18 to work there, her smooth though tired looking features made her look as though she belonged more in a middle school some where. Not taking her clothes off for a never ending parade of horny old men. It didn't take but a second of watching her shift restlessly from foot to foot, to realize the young girl was also a drug addict. My mental self mutilation, quickly turned to sympathy for the circumstances that lured such a young girl into her situation.

"I need to steal my wife away for a bit." he said smoothly, flashing my guest the same charming smile that got my attention two years earlier. 

"For what?" I questioned, really not wanting to risk the sexy trespasser to turn her attention else where.

"We're going in the back room for a 'private' dance." he said firmly, leaving no room for argument from me. I felt an odd sense of foreboding, triggered by the way he said the word private. A small part of me, still to this day, wishes I'd stayed in the booth that night.

"I'm sorry." I frowned apologetically, confused by the forlorn shaking of her head as she watched me leaving. Her face was so full of regret that one would have thought I were being led to my execution. 

The 'back room' turned out to be a fancy word for basically a small box that amounted to the size of an antique out house. If the wooden bench seat against the back wall of the tiny closet had a whole in the center, I would have sworn that that was precisely what it was. I watched with tight lipped apprehension as he took a seat in the middle of the bench, basically pushing me aside as usual. His eyes were glued, fixated on the young girl as her slim shapeless body began to sway with the rhythm of the slow sensual music.

The embarrassed heat that once again colored my cheeks took a back seat to the pure rage that followed as the girl dropped to her knees in front of my husband. For a split second only, I'd managed to convince myself that it was all apart of the dance. As I watched her and button and unzip his jeans with her teeth, I caught on too quickly what the meaning of the word 'private' was. 

Though every ounce of me wanted to scream, kick, curse, stomp... hell any thing to display my displeasure, I couldn't. I knew all too well what such a display of emotion would lead to when my husband and I were alone later. Clenching my teeth so hard that I thought my jaw would break, I stood in stunned silence.

Her small hands quickly worked his already hard cock free of his plain white briefs. I forced the pounding of my heart to slow as she took him in her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down the length of him. I watched as his fingers entangled themselves in her long blond locks as they had in mine several times before. A sigh of satisfaction crossed my lips as her heard her low grunts of discomfort as he began forcing her faster up and down on his cock. Then I felt a deep sense of shame for my pleasure in knowing he was hurting her.

My fingers were curled into my palm painfully as he finally allowed the woman to pull away. She desperately began to gasp for the air she'd been denied as he essentially raped her mouth and throat. Before she could regulate her erratic breathing, he stood and spun her away from him, pushing her hard against the solid wooden wall. Her muffled moan of pleasure as he pushed her panties aside and entered her from behind almost sent me over the edge.

As he pounded thoughtlessly in and out of the tiny young woman, using her as roughly as one would a rag doll, he turned his cold blue eyes to me. He studied me as his hand slid around the dancers waist to slip between her trembling thighs. A cold cruel smile crossed his lips as he began to stroke her clitoris as he fucked her brutally.

I think he wanted me to react. To get angry, to cry, something. Though she feigned pleasure dutifully, he seemed less interested in his conquest than in hurting me. I was determined not to give him that satisfaction. I forced my best 'I don't give a damn' smile onto my face. To his annoyance, I watched with obvious bored disinterest as he performed. 

As usual, he ended too quickly, leaving the young woman obviously dissatisfied. Which of course pleased me greatly. I looked on curiously as they righted their clothing. I couldn't help but frown when he handed the blond a fifty dollar bill. 'Okay, so she's not just a whore, she's a cheap one.' I thought quietly to myself feeling an even deeper sense of disappointment.

The air left my lungs completely as I walked out ahead of the two of them and my eyes were drawn to the stage. The woman, the knock out that had sat with me just moments earlier was on the stage, twisting and rolling her amazing body beautifully. I must have missed the slow peeling off of the clothing as she was already down to her red lace brazier and bikini cut panties. Despite myself, I found my feet leading me to the stage just as my husband caught my elbow roughly spinning me to face him.

I forced myself to drown out his insults and warnings of what was in store for me once we got home. I shook off the searing pain in my arm as he let me go and stomped off to the bar. I knew that I would pay for my attitude later. At the rate he'd been drinking I knew he'd be ready to work his frustration out on me soon. My mind could only seem to register her presence in the room. 

Nervously, I crossed the room and set myself down at the edge of the stage. Her eyes found me through the row of onlookers almost immediately. For a moment I could have sworn I saw a glimmer of shame in her wide brown eyes as she seductively went to her hands and knees. I couldn't help but smile as she crawled across the stage to settle in front of me.

I melted as she leaned across the wooden bar that separated the patrons from the dancers, to press a warm soft kiss to my already blushing cheek. She ignored all of the men sitting at the stage, waving money at her and danced just for me. Her eyes rarely leaving mine as she rolled her full round hips, swaying hypnotically to the slow steady beat in the back ground. 

To my surprise, I felt my womanhood beginning to quiver and pulse painfully as her hands started moving over her own smooth body sensually. As her palms cupped and fingers playfully squeezed her own firm round breasts, my hands ached to take their place. My own nipples tightened as her fingers stroked hers into hard little nubs begging to be kissed. 

The thought stunned me. I was a married woman, even more I was strait. Who was I kidding? There was no denying my wet throbbing pussy. Casually, I crossed my legs, clenching my thighs tightly, hoping to alleviate at least some of the aching, as I watched the Goddess leave the stage. 

Hesitantly, I returned to my booth. My husband had yet another young dancer to drool over sitting next to him, doing shots at the bar. I couldn't help the tiny twinge of hurt that crept into my heart as I watched him brush a long auburn curl from her cheek and lean in listening so intently to every word that spilled from her lips. 

"You want to sit there letting him make you feel like an idiot all night?" I heard her voice before I saw her. I turned to see the amazing creature standing over me in a sheer black robe that tied at the waist. "Or, do you want to spend some time with me?" she asked crossing her arms as she bend leaning on her forearms on the edge of my table.

For a moment, I studied her eyes and lips. I can't honestly say that I was trying to convince myself to turn her down, because God knows that that was the farthest thing from my mind. Perhaps I was trying to give off the illusion of being torn. As she reached up and ran her ruby red freshly manicured nails lightly over the side of my neck, all I could manage was a dry throated wordless nod.

She took my hand and pulled me to my feet. Like a lost pup, I followed obediently as she led me into a room a good bit larger that the one I'd watched my husband fuck another woman in. That was however, the last thing on my mind as she pulled me into the room. None too gently, she grasped my hips and penned me between the wall and her firm body.

The feel of her breasts pressed so tightly against mine that I couldn't tell her breath from my own was wildly intoxicating. Instinctively, my palms cupped her cheeks and my lips sought hers. She opened to me, giving my tongue full permission to slowly explore the whiskey flavored recessed of her mouth. As our kiss deepened and her tongue began to dance wildly against mine, I found myself pushing my groin seekingly against her.

I moaned against her lips helplessly as her hands slipped from my hips to cup my ass possessively. Her hands began to need and massage the tight muscles, pulling me tighter against her. Knowingly, she spread my thighs with her own. Pressing her thigh tight against my soaked eager pussy, her hands encouraging me to grind against her leg. My need for pleasure far out weighed my embarrassment over like one of those annoying little dogs that run around humping everything in sight.

"I have to get you out of these clothes." she panted urgently against my lips as her hands left my hips and grasped the collar of my button up blouse. "I need to feel you." she whimpered in a voice so sincere and needy that I felt like the only woman in the world in that moment. As she unbuttoned my blouse, the slight tremble of her hands awed me. 

My hands went to the tie at her waist, innocently tugging the slip knot free. I was easing the satin wrapper off her shoulders worshipfully, just as she pressed her lips to my throat. A cry of desire burst forward as I felt her teeth grazing my skin impatiently. Even the clumsy way she tugged my blouse off of my shoulders filled me with heat. 

"I don't know your name." I pointed out, as her fingers hooked the straps of my black satin bra, to slip them gently off my shoulders. 

"Hailey." she breathed, kissing and nipping a path down my neck to the top of my high firm breasts. "Hailey is my real name. Gypsy is my stage name. Please call me Hailey." She made her introduction in a raspy desire filled voice. "What's yours?" She asked, tearing her eyes away from my breasts to look into my eyes interestedly. 

"Cara." I smiled, warmed by her attentive stare. Shyly, I pressed my lips to hers again. I was enamored by the feel of her soft lips moving against mine so sensuously. Giving into my naturally curious nature, my hands began to slowly explore the soft curves of her body. Committing every inch of her to memory. 

My hands cupped her firm breasts through the soft fabric of her bikini top, in the same moment she dropped her lips to my shoulder. As I massaged her breasts curiously, allowing my thumbs to innocently stroke her tiny nipples into hard little peaks of desire, she licked and kissed my neglected skin, essentially throwing gasoline on an already voracious fire. I couldn't remember a time of every being so turned on in all my 21 years, and the soft moan that escaped from her lips as I pinched her nipples teasingly, promised that she was just getting warmed up. 

Her kisses began to trail lower and lower down my chest until her lips finally rested on one of my aching solid nipples. Though my husband always complained about the rather large size of the little bundles of nerve endings, she hungrily sucked one between her lips. As her hand rolled and stroked and pinched the other one, her lips and teeth laved attention on the other. White hot bolts of lightened seemed to be moving from her tongue to my breasts then traveling slowly down my abdomen to the very core of my desire. I didn't know how much more I could take. 

"Please Hailey..." I found myself whimpering as her hand slid down my back to start kneading the back of my thigh promisingly. 

"Please what Cara?" She questioned feigning innocence. "Tell me what you want." she demanded breathlessly against my breast.

"I don't know." I said honestly, finding my brain in too big a state of disarray to form a coherent thought. "Just make it stop." I pleaded, on the verge of frustrated tears. 

"Make this stop?" She questioned, raising her eyes to stare into my stunned face. Running her hand from my breast to rest between my slightly parted thighs, I immediately dug my nails into her shoulders. "You have to be a little quieter my little kitten." She giggled, amused by my reaction to her touch, as she slid her hands into my jeans to start stroking me leisurely through my soaked satin panties. 

I began to arch hard back against the solid wall, as I experimentally pressed my aching need hard against her skilled hand. I heard her breath something endearing about my impatience, but as she pushed my panties aside and buried her fingers deep inside of me, my brain simply wouldn't focus on her voice. I was instead lost in the heat she was created as her fingers worked slowly in and out of me, her palm grinding teasingly against my clitoris. She had to press her lips tight to mine to muffle my lusty moans of passion as she worked pure magic on my apparently innocent body.

Her body pressed so tight against mine was the only thing that kept me from collapsing as I felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. It was the first time I'd ever had an orgasm that wasn't self induced. Even more, it was so much more intense than any I'd ever given myself. My entire body tensed and trembled in confusion as I felt as though I were suddenly light enough to float away freely. 

"Breath kitten..." Hailey murmured against my kiss bruised lips. "I haven't even gotten to the fun stuff yet." she smiled, looking as though she were feeling pretty arrogant as she tugged her hand free of the waist band of my jeans. 

As she slipped her soaked fingers between her lips and sucked my juices from her fingers. Once again my insides started to quiver. I'd never seen anything look sexier than her lips wrapped around her fingers. Her tongue wrapping around her fingers as though she'd never tasted anything as sweet. Until she leaned forward and pressed her tongue between my lips, asking how I tasted on her lips.

"Good." I sighed, as my breath finally started regulating a bit. "What's the fun stuff?" I questioned curiously. 

"To find that out... You have to go out with me one night." she explained seriously.

"I'm married." I frowned, oddly started to feel the tug of a deep rooted sense of guilt over my behavior with the beautiful stranger.

"You're married to a piece of shit. That doesn't really count." she assured me, lightly brushing away the curls that had tugged lose from my pony tail holder and fallen onto my flush cheek.

"It does to me." I frowned, reaching for the purse I'd laid on the bench as we walked into the room. "Thank you for the attention. How much do I owe you?" I questioned, fishing my wallet from the leather bag.

"Just because I'm a dancer doesn't make me a hooker Cara." She said with a look of hurt and disappointment that for some reason seemed to pull violently at my heart strings. It was the first time I'd ever truly regretted being married. "Just because half the girls here are doesn't mean that I am." She snapped at me. That hurt quickly turning to indignation.

"Hailey, I didn't assume you were a prostitute because you work here. I just assumed that would be the only reason a woman as beautiful as you would want to... well you know." I sighed running my fingers through my hair, getting more and more annoyed with myself with each word that came out of my mouth. I just seemed to be making matters so much worse.

"The only reason a beautiful woman would want to... well you know... is because you're sexy. And she sees something in you that she really likes." Hailey explained with a far more patient smile. "Do you have a pen in there?" she asked pointing to my purse.

"Of course." I nodded digging out a ball point pen and handing her. 

"Paper?" she questioned, accepting a scrap receipt I dug free of the clutter. "Here's my number. Call me when you realize that you deserve better." she breathed, leaning forward to kiss my forehead affectionately as she tucked the scrap of paper into my purse. 

To be continued....



Choices  Ch. 01



 Hello everyone. Here is a new story that I've started. I hope you read and enjoy it. 

I had help with this one, so I want to thank my friend, Jim for helping me and encouraging me not to give up.

It is self-edited, so any mistakes are my own. But please don't let any errors you may find distract from the story. 

Please read and comment. Your thoughts are welcomed and I really want to know what you think. 

So now, on to the story "Choices".


Chapter 1

"Oh my God! Tell no one about this. If you do, I will deny it." Terri whispered to her brother, Tom, as he moved to climb from the bed she'd shared with her husband of twelve years, his brother, Stephen. Tom left the room to get dressed, leaving Terri to reflect on her actions.

Terri's heart hammered in her chest as she realized the ramifications of what had occurred a few hours earlier. There was no reason, no justification, simply pure animal lust. If this got out, and her husband became aware of it, he'd be devastated. 

Stephen had left again. It wasn't the first time, nor would it be his last. His job constantly pulled him away from home. Terri hated it. She wanted, no needed time with her husband. But even though he was gone most of the time and working, that was no excuse for what she had done last night. 

She couldn't really blame the alcohol. She was honestly at fault because she wanted to fuck. Terri loved having sex. That was one thing that her husband loved about her. She wasn't shy and would do any and everything he asked. She desired sex. Not intimacy, love, or even just companionship. 

Her cunt was continuously wet and needed to be plugged. At first, she attributed her wantonness to hormones and went to the doctors. They put her on hormone therapy, but it didn't dampen her desire. Next, she wanted to fuck day and night. Stephen loved it. They had secret meetings at his job, her job, and anywhere in between. Then last year, he got promoted and it required travel.

Stephen was excited. He'd been promoted to the position of Co-Vice Chair of Urban Development. Part of his job was to recruit minorities into the business by luring them with promotional promises as well as the chance to become part of a larger conglomerate. Stephen leaped at the chance. 

He had been traveling now for six months, nonstop, no visits home. He was worried about Terri when he called and asked Tom to check in. Tom stopped by and shared a few cocktails with Terri.

Tom sat on the side of the tub in his brother's bathroom. Not really believing what had happened but knowing that he needed to be with this woman again. Tom had the biggest crush on his sister and often wondered how his nerdy older brother landed such a beauty. He often wondered what she looked like naked. Not that he had to imagine to hard; he'd seen her in her bikini. He had to struggle to keep his cock from leaping from his short.

Tom shuttered as he recalled his brother's reaction to his attraction that day so long ago. "Hey, Tom." Stephen joked. "Someone's trying to get out. Pull him back in; she's mine." Stephen added jokingly to his brother.

Tom, who was embarrassed to be seen by his brother lusting after his wife, placed a magazine from beside him over his crotch until the massive hard-on he was sporting subsided. But even though Terri was with his brother, loved his brother, and was completely off limits to him. His body reaction to her was always the same.

A year ago when Stephen got promoted, he often asked Tom to check in on Terri. He didn't like leaving her alone, but knew she wouldn't call anyone if she needed help.

Stephen also was worried because, although he and his wife had a more that satisfying marriage, he knew he wasn't able to satisfy her completely. 

Most of the time when he was at home, he spent days trying to satisfy his wife's amorous desires. He knew that with him being gone that she could seek attentions elsewhere and find someone better equipped to fill her needs. 

Stephen also knew that Tom was attracted to his wife, but he knew his brother would never betray him in that way.

Besides, Terri only tolerated Tom. For some reason, she really didn't like him. Terri was a lovely woman, who prided herself on her appearance. At thirty-two, she looked ten years younger, clear porcelain skin, deep auburn hair held by a perfect curvaceous frame. 

Because of her womanly curves, Terri was a meticulous dresser and ate only foods that promoted her health. She and Stephen had permanent gym memberships which they used regularly. She took care of her body and that's why she didn't like Tom. He ate what he wanted, didn't exercise, and dressed like a slob. 

Stephen was tall, lanky, and a little awkward. With a square stoic face and endearing smile, he was approachable and very popular among female. Stephen was tall, dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, and had a smile that lit up a room. He was a bit shy, but well spoken. 

But Tom his brother was completely his opposite. He was short, stocky, and messy. His dark brown hair always tangled and he had a nice little paunch developing at his waist. He didn't dress up for any reason. His staple uniform was a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. 

Tom was completely introverted and rarely dated. He had a hard time attracting women. Terri often asked Stephen why his brother didn't care about his looks. Stephen no longer tried to answer.

Terri lay in her bed. Her body still humming from the sexual gratification she'd just experienced. Terri was now in a quandary. She knew her desire for sex was overwhelming at times. Although she had a variety of toys, but she needed a man cock to make her feel wanted loved and satisfied. 

She felt that Tom didn't really like her because in all the years she'd known him, they had only a handful of conversations. But now she'd gone and fucked him, her body still humming. If he told Stephen, her marriage would implode. She had to do something, something to keep him quiet. 

As Tom walked back into the bedroom, Terri pulled a sheet to cover her naked breast. The naked breast that Tom had feasted on for hours. She looked at him and her body reacted instantly, nipples pebbling against the sheets.

"You want me to keep this from my brother?" Tom queried in a smoky sexy voice that cause her cunt to swell with desire.

Inhaling, he continued. "What do I get Terri? Huh?"

"Look, Tom. This should not have happened. I admit that, but-," Tom sat on the bed and kissed her, stopping her denials.

"Baby, you came on my cock three times, deny it." Tom said smugly. "How many times have you come on my brother's? Huh?

Terri was loathed to admit that she never came with Stephen. But Tom gave her multiple orgasms, even now over an hour since he'd fucked her. Right now, her cunt was still tingling from being filled with his thick cock.

For Tom, last night didn't just happen; he'd always had fantasies about his brother's wife. Tom was very well endowed with an eight inch long, very thick cock. He prided himself in his ability to please a woman.

"Tom, this never happened." Terri pleaded. "Please, for once, just forget and keep it quiet."

Tom looked at his sister. Knowing she was completely naked beneath the sheets and he was hard as steel again. But he knew, if this got to his brother, he'd be destroyed.

"OK, Terri. I won't say anything." Terri sighed she was relieved.

"Thank you. Tom, Thank you." She whispered with gratitude.

"Don't thank me just yet. You see, I've always wanted you, and now that I've tasted you. Let's just say..." Tom stated staring at her longingly.

"Tom, we can't do this again." Terri tried to explain even though she felt her nether lips swelling in anticipation of being with him again.

Stretching his body across hers, covering her as she lay beneath the sheets. Tom whispered as he kissed her soundly gently nibbling her collarbone, "I love my brother too, and I don't want him hurt Terri. But, now that I've had this pussy, I want more." 

He kissed her. She responded, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and holding him close. Her ample breast pressed against him, as he marveled at the feel of this amazing woman in his arms. His heart raced at the feel of her and he knew she wanted him again as well, but, she felt guilty. So he'd walk away this time, but the next time, he wasn't leaving so easily.

Untangling himself from Terri's tight embrace, Tom kissed her once more, stood, and quickly left his brother's home. He returned to his apartment reliving the previous night's events. 

He wanted to call Terri when he got home, but decided to give her some time. A few days later Stephen came home and Terri was waiting excitedly. Terri was hornier than ever before, as she waited anxiously for her husband to walk into the front door. 

It had been days since she'd had a hard cock buried inside her. And all she could think about was Tom. Who knew her fluffy brother was a sex God. But no matter how much she wanted a repeat, she'd be faithful to the man she loved, her husband.

When Stephen arrived, she rushed to the door to meet him. Her body, hot and burning, desired the feel of him claiming her flesh. Terri grabbed her husband and kissed him as if her life depended on it. 

Days had passed and she could not forget the feel of Tom's cock stretching her cunt wide and deep. He may not be as tall and handsome as her husband, but he was packing. No man, her husband included, had ever satisfied her in such a way. What happened with Tom was a fluke. It shouldn't have happened. We agreed to forget it and he won't say anything. I've got to stop thinking about him.

Stephen loved his wife and wanted to make love to her immediately, but he'd just gotten home after being on the road for two straight months. He was washed out and tired. 

"Baby, come in. Sit." Terri whispered as her arms encircled her tired spouse. Let me take care of you she whispered. She then ran him a hot bath and helped him undress. She waited patiently, her nether lips throbbing at the sight of her naked man before her as he climbed into the tub. 

Terri, sat on the side of the tub and helped Stephen wash his tired body. She felt the stiffness in his muscles and could see the fatigue in his worn frame. She hoped he wasn't too tired because she needed to be with her husband. She needed to feel him buried deep inside of her. She needed to feel him erase the memories of his much stockier brother.

Terri stroked her husband's body. Stephen loved the feel of her hands on him. He leaned back in the tub as she caressed his stiff member. His cock stood in full attention as Terri washed it, making sure it was clean and ready for her enjoyment.

Stephen kissed his wife as he climbed form the tub, her cunt clenched, her desire so strong for her husband that her cunt was creaming at the thought of being with him.

"Baby, let me." Terri dropped to her knees before him and tasted his turgid member. Swirling her tongue over his cockhead, Terri greedily lapped the precum from his body. 

"Terri, baby. Stop" Stephen whispered. He knew she needed him to love her and if she didn't stop, he'd cum and she'd be disappointed.

"No, no Stephen, Please." Terri pealed. "I need this. To taste you, sit on the bed. Baby, please." Terri pleaded.

As soon as he sat, she swallowed his stiff seven inch member. When his cockhead hit the back of her throat, Stephen screamed and his hot cum shot down her throat. Terri greedily drank every drop. When she finished, she looked up to fine her husband, smiling but in a deep sleep.

Talk about disappointed, frustrated, and annoyed, well. Terri was all of these. She went to her special trunk and pulled out her seven inch dildo. 

Terri closed her eyes and imagined that Stephen was pounding her burning pussy. But, as she neared climax, his face changed, slowly morphing into his brother. Terri came hard groaning to the memory of Tom's girth inside her. No one had ever filled her like he did. 

Stephen, her husband, lover, and best friend, was dead to the world, next to her on the bed, completely clueless to the events that had transpired days before. She needed to keep it that way.

Terri then decided to erase all memories of Tom from her body, so she went into full assault mode.

A few hours later, Stephen awoke jet-lagged and feeling guilty. I fell asleep on her! He thought castigating himself.

Stephen got out of bed and followed his nose to the kitchen, where delicious smells filled the air. He walked in and stopped short. Before him was his gorgeous wife wearing the tiniest maid outfit possible. 

He was instantly hard. Backing her into the counter, he lifted her and positioned himself between her thighs. He reached between them and found she wore no underwear. His cock by now had slipped from his robe and was eagerly seeking entry inside her hot sheath.

Terri groaned as Stephen's hot member found his way home. He fucked her furiously, both screaming with each stroke. Terri was so close. So close to cumming she could taste it. Then it happened, after the fifth stroke, Stephen found release, leaving her unfulfilled, unsatisfied.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I promise. It'll be better next time. Let me, let me do something for you." Stephen removed his softening cock and replaced it with his eager lips. He nibbled on Terri's cunt willing her, demanding that she cum on his tongue. 

Terri didn't want to disappoint him, so she closed her eyes and slipped into fantasy. The one thing she forbade herself from doing. She thought of the one man that satisfied her like no other. As Stephen pleasured his wife with his tongue her arousal increased, and her moans became louder.

As she climaxed, she started to scream the name of the man in her fantasy, but held back remembering her husband was there. Terri shuttered as her memory of being with Tom pushed her over the edge.

Stephen smiled. He knew it wasn't enough for her, but he'd show her how he felt after he rested. He traveled so much, and was so tired. Yes, he'd make this up to her.

Moving to the living room, Stephen was again asleep on the couch. Disappointed and not really satiated, Terri finished preparing their dinner. 

While she was cooking, the phone rang. It was Stephen's mom and she wanted to come over and see him. Of course, being a dutiful daughter, 

Terri eagerly invited his Mom to join them.

Stephen awoke a little over an hour later, in time to dress for dinner. Terri told him his Mom was coming. Stephen quickly changed clothes just as the doorbell rang.

He opened it and quickly invited his mom inside. He was even more excited to see that she was accompanied by Tom.

"Momma, Tom!" greeted Stephen enthusiastically. "Come on in. Terri, guess whose here." he called into the kitchen.

Expecting only Stephen's mother to turn up alone, then seeing Tom walking in behind her startled Terri. She dropped a bowl she was holding.

"Terri, baby. Are you alright?" Stephen asked, clearly concerned. He was wondering what caused Terri to react this way and drop the container.

It all started to flood back in Terrie's mind of Tom fucking her viciously a few days ago, as she screamed from one orgasm to another, followed by another. He may not have the man about town look, but her made Terri go weak at the knees. No man had satisfied her to the degree that Tom did.

Tom watched Terri. Recalling the taste of every inch of her skin, reliving the scents she gave when she was hot for him. Yes for him. Tom knew she was surprised to see him and that's why she dropped the bowl, but coming over couldn't be helped. Momma wanted to have dinner with both her boys and her daughter that she adored.

"I'm fine, Stephen. The bowl was a little oily, that's all." Terri lied. Then she and Tom locked eyes. Tom smiled a little smirk that was missed by the other two.

"Are you sure that you're alright?" Stephen asked. He knew he hadn't given her the attention she needed, but he'd try and satisfy her later. He also realized that he wasn't being fair. True, he had to travel for his job, just not as much as he pretended to.

Eight months ago he met April. She was quiet, unassuming, and timid. The complete opposite of the woman he married. April made him feel good. She praised him and told him what a wonderful man he was. She was living with her parents, but four months ago he helped her secure her own apartment. That's where they lived together. 

April had no idea that he was married, and he had no intention of telling her. He made sure to remove his rings when he went to her. April was such an innocent and he was the first and only man she'd ever been with. 

Stephen was in love, and the woman he loved wasn't his wife.

"Hey, Bro" Tom interjected, "What are you thinking about so hard?"

Tom had a feeling something was up. Stephen was always running off, on some business venture or another. Leaving Terri alone and frustrated. It wasn't right. How could he be lucky enough to be married to such a loving, sexy, caring woman and want to be away from her so much?

"Nothing, just work." he answered. That's all." Stephen lied to his brother. However, Tom knew there was more. He had a feeling that whatever his brother was hiding would rip Terri's world apart.

"Hey guys," Terri called, "Dinner is ready. Come on."

"Terri, I declare you make the best buttermilk biscuits." Patricia, Stephen's mother, declared. " They just melt on your tongue. Isn't that right, Tom?" she concluded.

Tom nodded. He wanted to look at Terri, but knew he couldn't hide what he was feeling. She was perfection and he wanted to taste her again. He replayed the night from days earlier over and over again in his head. 

 They'd both been drinking, but he wasn't really drunk. When she kissed him, he could have pushed her away. But she tasted divine. Then she moaned, and whispered, "Tom, fuck me." in his ear. That's when he gave in to what he really wanted.

Hastily, he ripped her thin top from her body to feast on her breast, frantically searching for the fastener of her slacks. Tired of his fumbling, Terri stood on shaky legs and undressed for him, leading him into the bedroom she shared with her husband, his brother.

She lay back on the bed spreading her thighs, inviting him to taste her. And he did. Kneeling between her spread thighs, Tom feasted on her pussy. Licking, nibbling, and sucking her sweet cum into his mouth. Flicking her love button rapidly with his tongue, she cried out with each stroke. 

Hot, sticky, cum dripped from her swollen nether lips and Tom drank greedily from them.

Soon she came in his mouth, allowing him to taste her true essence. 

"Tom, undress for me," she whispered. 

Tom was hesitant, because he knew she didn't really find him attractive.

"Please," she moaned. And soon he rushed to join her. Terri took one look at his girth and gasped. Where her husband Stephen had inherited good looks, Tom inherited massive girth. 

She had to taste him. Getting off the bed and kneeling before him, Terri made love to Tom with her mouth. He was so big that she could only take the head. Tom groaned, sending heat waves straight to the apex of her thighs.

Even in his wildest dreams, Tom never imagined a time would come where this beautiful goddess would love him in this manner. 

He didn't know about her sex life with Stephen, but if he had to guess, she was unsatisfied. Well tonight, he'd make sure she was well taken care of.

"Stop, Terri. Please." Tom moaned.

She stopped and in an alcoholic haze considered the actions she was about to take. For Tom, he knew he'd never get a chance like this again.

He lifted her and placed her in the center of the bed. Then laying his body across hers, he asked. "Terri, are you sure?" She nodded and that was all he needed to live out his greatest fantasy.




Choices  Ch. 01



Raising up and positioning his cock at her tight wet hole, Tom slid home almost coming at the snug tight feel of her cunt. She was so tight.

Terri had not been stretched so wide, she was screaming in ecstasy as he filled her. She loved the feel of Tom being buried within her hot sheath.

Then he began to move, rocking slowly back and forth, sliding in and out, in and out, in slow motion.

Terri was crying because his thick cock felt so good, but Tom loved her and kissed away her tears. He was determined that on this night he'd bring her to completion over and over again. 

Because she deserved no less than to be completely satisfied, his goal was to give this to her. The fact that she belonged to his brother, nudged his thoughts, but for tonight, she was his woman. His women to love, satisfy, and make scream.

Tom sat at the dinner table looking everywhere but at his sister. He didn't want the others to see. They could not know. Soon Terri stood to take away some do the dishes and Stephen was talking with Mom. Tom walked into the kitchen to help her.

Tom could feel this sexual feeling building up inside of him, he wanted her. Even though her husband sat in the next room, it didn't matter. Her pussy belonged to him now. He was in trouble. 

Somehow, he'd fallen irrevocably in love with his brother's wife. Terri didn't turn when Tom walked in. Her body recognized him as soon as he entered. Her pussy was already wet and throbbing, wanting him. 

Her husband and mother were in the next room, but if this man touched her. She'd fuck him right here in the kitchen.

"Hey, Terri, I came to help with-" Terri stopped him.

"No go back into the den, I'll clean this up. I'll be right out." She answered.

Tom looked at her and that's when he realized she was breathing heavily and shaking. Moving closer, he reached to touch her. 

"Tom, please, stop. Don't touch me." Terri pleaded.

"Why? Why can't' I?" Tom asked inching ever so close to the one woman he desired most of all.

"My husband, your brother and your Mom are in the next room." Terri whispered, "Please don't."

Tom was now standing directly behind her, his cock stiff as a board pressed against her bum. She knew she had to be with this man again, but now was not the time. 

"OK," Tom whispered, "I'll go back, but kiss me Terri. Just a small kiss." He implored. He'd never have felt this way about any woman, nor had he been so sexually drawn to one. 

This was something new to him. He wanted more but didn't have the rights. Compounded by the fact that she belonged to his brother, he should just walk away and let her be. 

But then she turned and kissed him, all else was forgotten in that moment.

Terri loved the shape of Tom's mouth. His thick soft lips responded to her as she kissed him. Hey were the same height, so she didn't have to reach up and pull him down, just cover his lips.

Soon a noise registered, "Hey Terri, Tom?" Stephen called his wife and brother. "Are you guys done?" 

The sound of her husband, his brother calling them, made them break apart. Tom walked out of the kitchen and rushed to the bathroom, he had to get his hard on to subside. It was so large, there was no way to hide it.

Terri smacked her lips together to adjust her lipstick, hoping Stephen would not notice that it was slightly smudged.

Patricia sat and listened. She knew her boys. She'd raised them on her own when her husband died out over twenty years ago. 

Staring at Stephen, she sensed he was hiding something. He seemed distracted and smug for some reason. She didn't like it. She had to say something.

"Son, don't hurt that girl. Terri is a good woman, Stephen." Patricia inhaled. "Whatever it is that you're doing, son, stop it."

"Momma, I'm not..." Stephen dropped the topic.  How does she know something is going on? He wondered. I've got to be careful, or...

At that moment, Terri walked in the room looking flushed. Tom was nowhere in sight, and his absence caused Patricia's worry to increase even more.

"Terri, sweetheart, where's Tom?" Patricia asked.

"Oh, he went to the bathroom. He should be out shortly." She answered as Tom walked into the room.

Patricia then hugged Stephen and Terri goodbye, as did Tom, making sure he didn't hold Terri too tight or too long.

Stephen and Terri walked them to their car with Stephen's arms wrapped securely around his wife. They shared a final goodbye as Tom and Patricia drove away.

Patricia sat stoically in the passenger seat as she watched her younger son drive. Where Stephen inherited her fair looks and height, Tom was an exact replica of his father. Then it hit her: the sly looks, Terri dropping the bowl, the gentle caresses. She had to speak. 

"Tom, she's your brother's wife. You can't –" Tom interrupted.

"Momma, I know that. Believe me I know. I just wish..." he stopped speaking as he pulled into his mother's yard.

Exhaling Patricia continued, "It would rip this family apart if you or Terri acted on this. Yes, I'm not blind. She watched you as much or even more than you watched her. But she's your brother's wife. Don't forget that."

"Momma, you know that Terri can't stand me. I'm a fat slob to her." He exhaled and looked away. "She'll never want someone like me. Besides, she has the golden boy, Stephen, right. 

He then got out and help his mom from the car and into her home. Afterwards, he drove back to his apartment. Tom decided to go to bed and forget about his amazingly sexy sister. She was off limits.

After Tom and Patricia left, Stephen helped Terri clean up. He was determined to make love to his wife. He wanted to please her tonight. He knew she found him lacking. Did she ever say anything, no, but he knew she faked her orgasm. 

When he made love with April, he could feel her body's response; fill her cunt gripping his cock. Terri would be loud, vocal, and he never felt even a quiver when he was deep inside his wife.

Another problem, he was exhausted. Living two lives was taking its toll on him and he'd often fall asleep when making love to his wife. His cock would go soft inside his wife's hot, horny pussy, leaving her frustrated and very still so very wet and horny. 

Frustrated and horny, Terri would push him off of her and take her big dildo, which shoots gel like cum, with her into the bathroom. Alone in the tub, Terri often fucked herself, hitting the button to release the cum-like gel deep inside, as she started to have one huge orgasm's followed by more smaller ones.

Crying in despair as she feared she was somehow losing her husband. Terri knew men needed sex. Yes, he traveled; at first he was as randy as she was. Now he treated making love to her like a chore. She feared that on these trips, he had someone waiting in the wings. Someone, younger, better, more beautiful, than she was.

Terri recalled months ago when she and her husband Stephen spent hours making love, remembering Stephen's cocks pounding hard and deep inside her. 

Stephen held his wife from behind and inhaled her scent. He knew he was wrong, but until he figured out what he wanted. He was not letting either woman go. 

Nuzzling her neck in what he knew to be her hot spot, Stephen desired to be with his wife.

Tonight, he wanted to feel her cum. Not a fake small cum, but feel her cunt clinch and milk his cock. He'd been gone for over four weeks. Many of which he spent with April. Terri wasn't April, but she was his wife and he had an obligation to satisfy her. 

Stephen took a moment to secure the house, while Terri finished cleaning from the dinner. Walking up to her in the kitchen, Stephen began kissing his wife and disrobing her. Soon she was down to her bra and panties and Stephen stepped back to admire her beauty. 

Lifting her to the counter top, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Stephen made short work of removing her bra a feasting on her breast. With each tug of his firm lips, sensations flooded the apex of her thighs. Her panties were drenched. Stephen grabbed the sides and quickly ripped them from her body. Leaving her completely nude, he quickly dropped his trousers and entered his wife in one swift motion. He entered her so quickly, Terri was taken by surprise.

Pistoning in and out of her body, Stephen willed her to cum. Terri grunted on each stroke, loving the rough way he was using her body. Then suddenly, she froze. She stopped moving. Stephen was cumming and Terri was stock still.

Did he just whisper another woman's name. He called a name and it wasn't hers. Terri thought terrified.

Stephen was breathing hard and a bit disappointed because he'd failed to make her cum yet again. 

"Stephen?" Terri whispered, praying the fear that gripped her heart was unfounded. "Who is April?"

Stephen stiffened, because he knew he was caught. So he flipped it. "Nobody, a girl from my job. Nobody important. I was just thinking I had to email her some data that's all." 

Terri climbed from the counter and faced her husband. "Stephen, who is April?" she demanded. 

"Look, Terri. I just told you. Look, I don't want to argue. If I had known you'd be like this, I could have gone out with my brother." Stephen began to rant.

Terri knew. She knew he had someone else. "Is she the one you keep leaving me to be with?" Terri I insisted.

"Damn it, Terri!" Stephen yelled. "Drop it already. April is nobody. Just a girl from work." Then he quickly dressed and grabbed his keys to leave.

Terri stood frozen and watched her husband walk away from he. She was numb. Stephen, the man she swore her life to, had someone else.

Then the tears began to fall. He'd been traveling for almost a year. Four months into it he started staying longer. He would be due home on Wednesday, but would be delayed until Friday.

Often, he'd leave a day or two early. Was she the reason, this woman. This girl named April. But wasn't she just as guilty as he was. A few days earlier, she'd had his brother in their bed.

Maybe it was a onetime thing. She'd wait until he came home. And they'd talk.

So picking herself up, Terri climbed into her bed without her husband and cried until she fell asleep.

An hour later, Stephen returned. He felt guilty and knew he was wrong. Terri was his wife and she didn't deserve to be yelled at. He'd apologized and make slow, attentive love to her. 

He was leaving in a few days, but he'd call and cancel. He'd call April and tell her this trip had been extended. 

He'd shower her with love and attention. Maybe, she'd believe him, because he knew she still trusted him. He'd love her every day during the weeks he was home. 

He'd make love to her once more, before leaving again, going off on yet another trip to who knows where, and for how long. 

Stephen carefully joined his wife in the bed a listened to her even breathing. He knew he hurt her, but he never intended to do that to her. 

He'd call April the next morning and tell his lie to her. But for now, he had to try and fix things with his wife. 

The next morning, Stephen arose early and went for a run. He took a moment and called April while he was out. She loved Stephen and would miss him, but she understood that his job was important. Besides she needed a few more days, if her hunch was right, she'd be telling him some big news when he returned.

April, smiling and thinking about the wonderful man that loved her, got up and dressed to visit her doctor.

Meanwhile, Tom awoke in his small apartment racked with thoughts of Terri. Torturing himself with thoughts of Stephen touching her, loving her, knowing he could not say a thing.

As he was torturing himself thinking about the one woman he could never have, someone knocked on his door.

"Who would be at my house this early. Tom thought as he got out of his bed calling out "Who's there?"

"Tom, it's me. Stephen" Stephen exhaled. He was in trouble and needed help. He hurt his wife and had to find a way to keep the truth from her.

Opening the door, Tom asked, "What are you doing way over here this time of morning?"

"I might lose Terri. If I can't find a way to fix this, I could lose my wife." Stephen explained. He then proceeded to tell Tom all about April.

"Terri is perfect. How can you fuck around on her?" Shoving his brother. " You selfish son of a bitch.

Turning away Tom recalled being with Terri. How responsive, and sweet she was. He wanted to tell his brother, that it was OK, Terri was his woman now, but he didn't have the right. She begged him to not say anything.

"Tom, will you help me? Please, man, I can't lose my wife." Stephen pleaded.

"What the fuck do you want me to do?" Tom asked holding his anger inside wanting to rush to Terri and reassure himself that she was ok. "What?

"I can't. Terri trusts you. If you tell her I'm not seeing another woman, she'd believe you Tom." Stephen stated.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I can't tell her that. How would I know who you fucked?" 

Opening his door, Tom looked at his brother fuming on the inside. "Go home Stephen. Talk to your wife. You need to tell her the truth."

"Man, I can't. She's been my wife for twelve years." Stephen exhaled, tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. "How can I rip her world apart like this?"

Tom did not reply, fuming and wanting to strangle his brother, he stared in disbelief and simply closed the door in his brother's face. 



 I hope you enjoyed Chapter One of "Choices". Chapter 2 is being written. Please remember to vote and comment. I really would like to know what you think. Again, thanks Jim.