Chapter 23: Chapter Twenty-two

Imagine my surprise when, in my deep sleep, I felt something wet going up and down my member and opened my eyes to see Seth between my legs. At first I thought I was dreaming but it felt too fucking real. He made eye contact with me the exact second he took the tip in his mouth and sucked on it. At that moment the question: “what are you doing?” got stuck in my throat. The muscles in my stomach clenched as I lost my strength and flopped back onto the bed, moaning. I felt his mouth going up and down until he reached the tip and latched onto the head.

I writhed on the bed, turning all angles without control and groaning at the magnificent sensation. As Seth bobbed his head, the more I groaned and arched off the bed. He didn’t seem to mind me moving much until I lost control and thrust my hip forward.

He pulled back. “Sorry,” I panted.

He quickly went back to work, giving me blissful pleasure. I knew I wasn’t going to last long the second I saw him between my legs but I couldn’t believe how close I was so quickly. No matter how badly I tried to make it last it just got better. My stomach burned with the need to release, more so as he went up and down faster.

“Seth,” I warned, breathily. As my back arched and my toes curled, my fingers grasped the sheet, desperate for something to hold on to. “Se—Ngh!” I grunted as my body bucked, releasing an explosive orgasm that made me momentarily deaf and saw white behind my closed lids.

As I came down from my high, my body shuddering as I did, I softened in Seth’s mouth. I felt him pulling my boxers and pajamas up then I felt him moving until he was lying next to me. He took my arm and put it around his neck as his went over my waist.

I got my strength back and I turned so we were facing each other, gently brought my head down and kissed him passionately. He moved closer to me, much to my enjoyment. I moved a leg over his as we continued to kiss deeply. The best part was there was nothing sexual about it, just closeness and intimacy.

We broke apart, staring into each other’s eyes for a while with nothing but comfortable silence between us. While gazing at him I noticed a few things, he was a bit scruffy, which looked like sex on him; his hair was longer, his eyes were brighter, they were like twinkling stars at night; his skin held more color than before—like he had in high school. Needless to say, he was happier.

“Awe, look at you two,” Chris cooed, jumping on my bed. He shimmied his way until he was lying down between Seth and I. I moved over so he could have more space. Suddenly he froze. “I’m not in sex bed, am I?”

“Uh, not really.”

“I can live with that. Did you guys have fun last night? I hadn’t been to a charity dinner in years. All those people were so happy, man….”

Every year, on the evening before thanksgiving my parents always threw a charity dinner at the local elementary school gym. It was for the homeless, families that wouldn’t be able to have a nice thanksgiving dinner. A lot of people where there last night, more than I’ve ever seen. They were happy and sociable and really helpful to those who couldn’t help themselves, even though we had a catering company helping out along with the five of us and employees of my parents. Seth knew of the charity dinners from the flyers we send out every year but he didn’t know it was my parents that did it. He was pleasantly surprise.

“Did you have fun, Seth?”

“Yeah,” Seth answered him. “It was nice.”

“Good. When are you going to get the tattoo? I want to go with you guys.”

“Saturday,” I answered.

“You can come with us,” Seth told him.

“EL DESAYUNO ESTSARÁ LISTO EN TREINTA, CHICOS!” Dad’s voice boomed through the intercom.

“What?” Seth asked.

I opened my mouth to answer, but as if dad heard him he came back and said: “Sorry, Seth. Breakfast will be ready in thirty minutes.”

“Is there a thanksgiving tradition? I realized you guys have a lot of traditions and things you do together.”

“We have breakfast together,” Christian said.

“And then we hang out a bit until the ‘rents are ready to make dinner,” I finished.

“You guys seem really family orientated, anyone coming to dinner that I should worry about or stay clear of?”

“…Uh…no it’s just us.” The tone in Christian’s voice gave everything away and I knew Seth well enough to know that his brain was swarming with questions. “Well, our mom was eighteen when she had me and our dad was twenty-two, and had some time left in college, he had gotten her pregnant at seventeen but they kept it a secret. When her parents found out that she was pregnant they kicked her out. Our mom said they said she disgraced the family and what she had done was shameful and they wanted nothing to do with her. From what we learned, our grandparents were really religious and the fact that our mom got pregnant out of wedlock only made it worst. Dad said after the way our mom’s parents reacted he was scared to confront his parents. When he went to his parents, for some odd reason, they thought my mom had trapped him so that he would marry her and that she was only after his money. Oh, they also said there is no way “their son” would be so careless and that mom should take a paternity test and if she refused then that just proved I wasn’t my father’s son.”

“This part is good,” I warned Seth. I remember the day Christian and I had questions about our grandparents and mom and dad told us everything. I remember it like it was yesterday.

“Mom said my dad got up off the couch and started pacing back and forth like a mad man running his hand through his hair.” Christian got off the bed and started doing everything he was saying, just like mom was when she was mimicking dad. At least they moved past it to be able to joke about it. “Then he looked at his parents and said, ‘you two are the most fucked up hypocrites I know’.” That was the best part because my father rarely ever cursed. But recently he seemed to be getting back into the habit. “‘You’re going to sit here and talk to Gen like that after you, you mother’ and he stressed the word mother. ‘After you let this man think he was my father for thirteen fucking years before you told him, and you’re going to look at the woman I love, the woman who is carrying my child and pull that bullshit? Who the fuck do you people think you are? I don’t want you around my children, or Gen. Give up any notion about having grandchildren out of your head because you just blew any chance you had, if you want grandchildren go make another son or daughter because you just lost one. You people make me sick’. Mom said dad packed up his things that day and that was the last time either of them saw or spoke to their parents.”

Seth laughed as Christian fell on the bed dramatically. “Now I see why both of you are easily provoked to anger. You got it from your father.”

Christian scoffed. “Travis is, I’m not.”

“Maybe Travis is a little more than you, but it’s true.” I reached over and pinched him playfully on his mouth for speaking badly about me. “How did your parents manage after that?”

“Dad had money saved up and he and mom got married a month after Christian was born, and what do you know? I was born ten months later. When I was two dad’s “father” died and he left the company to my father despite everything that had happen. The company was failing but if they had sold it they would’ve had enough money to support us for a lifetime—”

Seth cut me off. “But they didn’t sell it…because it’s up doing really good right now,” he said, sounding confused.

“Dad brought the company off of its knees, and mom was able to go to college, then law school like she had wanted to and here we are now.”

“Quince—Sorry, Seth. Fifteen minutes,” Dad’s voice boomed over the intercom. We laughed at that.

“Get out of my bed and go shower you two.” Christian groaned and left first, walking like a zombie.

“Your family is amazing, you know that? And they’re really funny too.”

I reached over and gently brushed my knuckle against his cheek before pressing said knuckle against his cheek. He laughed then grabbed hold of my hand. “They’re your family too, babe. Especially Chris, I can tell he loves you like a brother already.” His smile was contagious. I just wanted to stay in bed with him and not go to breakfast but I knew all of us together in the same room, talking and laughing would be just as great. “Come take a shower with me?”

“‘Kay,” he responded and we both got out of bed and went to my bathroom.

We both began to undress as I let the water warm. I couldn’t help but smirk at naked Seth. He looked at me questioningly, eyebrows raised and all. “Remember what happened the first time you were naked in this bathroom”

He laughed, his cheek turning a complementary shade of pink. “I ended up losing my virginity.”

I laughed and dragged us into the shower, sighing as the hot water relaxed my muscles. I held Seth close to me as the water cascaded over us. I began kissing his neck, slowly making love to his soft spot. Just like the water on the titled shower, Seth was a puddle in my hand. He was weak so I backed him up against the wall to help keep him up. Moving down his body, I relished in the sound of his heavy breathing and soft sounds of pleasure as I teased his sensitive buds, sucking and tweaking.

I kissed further down until I was on my knees, my face in front of his crotch. Seth panted as he arched off the wall. “What…what… are you doing?”

“Making you feel good, like you did for me this morning, baby,” I purred as I began to stroke him hard.

He moaned. “You can’t right now we have about ten minutes until breakfast.”

“I’ll make you come quick then,” I retorted.

Before he could say anything I took his hardening member deep in my mouth and began bobbing my head up and down his shaft. Seth groaned and writhed against the wall as his fingers pulled my hair roughly. It was pleasurable, causing me to hum around him, which in turn made him moan louder and pulled my hair more.

I latched my mouth onto the tip, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head and making him crazy. “Jesus,” he gasped when I took him deep into my throat. His moans got louder and louder, his hips undulating as I took him in and out of my throat.

“I’m—” he managed to get out before I felt his released seeping down my throat.

A few seconds later he looked down at me smiling with lidded eyes. I was hard and he looked so sexy. I wanted nothing more than to wrap his legs around my waste and make love to him urgently.

But…we had to go to breakfast. I gave myself a few good squeezes out of his nice round butt with lips attached and tongues battling passionately.

Then I remembered about breakfasting.

Groaning, I pulled away from Seth and turned up the cold water. I ignored Seth snickering behind me.