Beware of Me

by Brooks Limits

  “Yes, please,” I replied.

  Blake left me and I twisted around to face him. His juicy cock was inches away from my face while he stroked himself. I watched with fascination as his hand jerked his shaft with blinding speed.

  I accepted the tidal wave of come as Blake groaned. Spurts of sticky seed shot out and covered every inch of my face and chest.

  I dipped my finger in his come and tasted Blake. I wanted his load in my mouth next time. I wanted to swallow every last drop of him.

  Blake finally finished and I collapsed backward onto my back. I stared up at the ceiling feeling happier than I'd ever felt before in my life.

  I was also more exhausted than ever. Would my body ever get a break again?

  Blake left to go to the bathroom and returned with a towel. I went to grab it from him but he kept it out of my reach. “I want to clean you.

  I lay on the bed with my hands behind my head as Blake wiped up all his seed from my skin. Even when I was clean, he continued to rub me down.

  This man was the real deal. I would never find anybody like him.

  “What do we do next?” I asked.

  Blake got on the bed and lay next to me. I nestled my head in his armpit and absorbed his warmth. He played with my hair.

  “We're just going to lay here all day. And when we've recovered, we're going to make love again. And again. And again.”

  I smiled and we kissed.

  This was the perfect life.

  The End

  Story Eight

  Copyright 2018

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  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

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  Description

  Curtis is finally home after all these years.

  I didn't know how I would feel when I saw him again.

  I didn't expect all these forbidden emotions to come bubbling to the surface.

  Curtis was bigger than I could ever imagine.

  How would I ever be able to handle all of him?

  Chapter One

  When my stepbrother appeared on my doorstep wearing his army fatigues, something stirred inside me that I'd never felt before.

  “Curtis, is that you?” It had been four years since the last time I saw him boarding the train to join the army. We had talked through letters but I never got to see a picture of him.

  The man standing before me was older and bigger. He had a brown beard now and his eyes showed maturity.

  “I'm back, Hunter,” he said in a scruffy voice.

  A tear appeared in my eye. I flew through the doorway and jumped on Curtis, wrapping my arms around him tightly.

  “It's been so long,” I said. “I didn't know if you would ever come back.”

  “You don't have to worry anymore. I'm here for you now,” Curtis replied.

  Curtis let me gently fall back onto the ground. The pack on his back looked incredibly heavy. I almost went to ask him if I could carry it for him but figured he had it covered.

  “Well what are you waiting for? Come inside.” I led Curtis into my apartment and he set down his pack. “Do you want anything?”

  “Well I think I should get this out of the way first. I've been dreading asking you this.”

  Fear seized my heart. Did something bad happen to him? A million terrible scenarios ran through my head.

  “I need a place to stay,” Curtis said.

  My fist soared through the air and connected with his chest. I hit what must've been a steel plate. The army had bulked him up. “You motherfucker! I thought you were going to tell me something horrible. Don't even say another word. Of course you can stay with me.”

  “It won't be for very long. Just until I can find a job.”

  I almost smacked him in the face. “Didn't I just tell you to not say another word.”

  Curtis put up his hands up in surrender.

  “Now, would you like something to eat?”

  “I'm absolutely starving,” Curtis replied.

  “What would you like? I could whip up some spaghetti and meatballs?”

  “You have no idea how much I've been craving just that.”

  “Didn't the army feed you?”

  “Well of course but nothing ever tasted as good as your home-cooked meatballs.”

  “Come sit down in the kitchen while I cook and let's catch up.”

  Curtis followed me and sat at the small wooden table that seated two people. There wasn't much need for anything else since I was the only one living here.

  “You have a really nice place,” Curtis said.

  I set a pot of hot water on the gas burner and turned it on. “You don't have to be polite. I know that this apartment isn't the best.”

  “Well it's better than sleeping in the dirt for days on end.”

  I cringed inside. I needed to pick my words more carefully and take Curtis's experiences into consideration. I watched the water, waiting for it to boil. I didn't want to make eye contact with him.

  “What have you been up to?” he asked. “I know in your letters you said you got a job at an office?”

  Bubbles began to slide up the edges of the pot. I grabbed the box of spaghetti and poured it into the water. “Oh god, do we really have to talk about boring stuff like that?”

  “Not if you don't want to. I'm just curious of where you've been working at.”

  I grabbed a tray of ground beef from the fridge and set it down on foil. I formed them into small balls and put them on a hot pan with some oil.

  “I work at a box company,” I replied, rolling the balls around with a wooden spatula.

  Curtis let out a little laugh. “A box company?”

  I pointed the spatula at him. “It's not funny. We sell cardboard boxes to big box stores.”

  Curtis couldn't hold back any longer. He doubled over laughing and holding his stomach. “I can't handle it. It's too funny.” He was crying at this point.

  A smile appeared across my face. I liked to see him enjoying himself. “I guess it is pretty funny. It's just as boring as my description suggests.”

  Curtis wiped his eyes as his laughing fits subsided. “I guess you're right.”

  I drained the pasta and added the meatballs with pasta sauce.

  “Did you always use store-bought sauce?” he asked.

  “That's always been my secret,” I replied. I presented him a plate of spaghetti and meatballs and sat down across from him with my own plate.

  “This smells absolutely amazing. It looks too perfect to touch.”

  “Please, dig in.”

  Chapter Two

  “I'm going to give you the bed,” I told Curtis.

  He shook his head. “No way, Hunter. I'm going to sleep on the couch.”

  I put my hand on his shoulder. “Please, take the bed. It's the least I can do for you. I sleep on the couch most nights anyways falling asleep to the TV.”

  Curtis went to argue more and I put my hand up.

  “I won't take no for an answer.”

  Curtis smiled at me and put me in a headlock. I liked the feel of his strong arms around me. “I'd be lost without you. You know that don't you?”

  “Get your ass in there, soldier, and get to sleep.”

  “Yes, sir,” he replied with a salute.

  I lay on the couch watching TV and I couldn't fall asleep. Any other night and I would be asleep five minutes in. But with Curtis sleeping just in the other room. Things felt different for some reason.

  I got up to stretch my legs and clear my head. Burning my eyes staring at the TV screen wasn't doing me any good.

  I found myself standing in the doorway of my bedroom. Curtis lay face down on my bed without a shirt or pants on. Only a pair of dark blue boxer briefs protected him from the cold air. He looked so peaceful.

  I crept into the room and picked up the comforte
r off the ground and gently laid it across Curtis. His back had muscles that I didn't even know existed. He really got ripped in the army.

  The next morning, I woke up to sounds in the kitchen. My heart almost burst through my chest. I calmed down when I realized that it had to be my stepbrother. I wasn't used to sounds in my apartment that weren't caused by me.

  I peeled myself off the couch and stumbled into the kitchen. Dirty pots and pans were all over the place.

  Curtis saw me walk in. “Oh shit, did I wake you up?”

  I rubbed my tired eyes. “No I needed to get up anyways for work. “What are you doing in here?”

  Curtis stepped out of the way of the pan with scrambled eggs in it. “It's been awhile since I've done any cooking but I thought I would cook you eggs as a thank you.”

  “You didn't have to do that,” I said.

  “For everything you've done for me, I wanted to.” Curtis grabbed my arm and made me sit down at the dinner table. “Would you like something to drink?”

  “Orange juice would be nice,” I replied. It felt nice to be treated like a king. I couldn't remember the last time anybody had made me food before.

  Curtis returned with a plate of eggs and a glass of orange juice. “Enjoy.”

  I took the first bite and my face turned sour. Something wasn't right about them. It was crunchy. I realized that Curtis had left too many pieces of the shell in there.

  “How is it?” he asked.

  I forced myself to swallow. “It's very good. Thank you so much.” I took a few more bites and tried not to think about the shell. The eggs could've been worse.

  “So you have work this morning?”

  I nodded and took a sip of orange juice to wash down the shells. “Yeah I need to get ready now. Thank you for the breakfast.”

  “Will you be okay here alone?” I asked.

  “Are you serious? I'll be fine. I'm pretty sure I can entertain myself.”

  I left for work in a rush. Getting ready with Curtis breathing down my neck was a little difficult.

  I was hesitant to leave him alone but I couldn't bring him to work with me. He had assured me he'd be fine.

  I got to my desk only fifteen minutes late. It wasn't the best start to my day and things would only get worse.

  Most of the day was spent worrying about Curtis. I called the apartment a couple times but he never answered. I figured that he just wanted to relax and not answer the phone. I didn't want to bug him too much.

  When 5:00 PM came around, I rushed out of there and drove home faster than ever before.

  I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that something was wrong. I don't know what it was but I knew that I had to get home as soon as possible.

  I approached the door to my apartment and it was sitting open. The place looked dark inside. I was afraid to open it and find something terrible.

  “Curtis, are you in there?” I called into the apartment.

  No response.

  I opened the door further and flicked on the light switch.

  Nobody was there.

  Chapter Three

  I searched the apartment and found no trace of Curtis.

  He wasn't here.

  His pack was still in my bedroom so I knew that he didn't run away. But if that was the case where did he go?

  I checked the house again to make sure he didn't leave a note but came up empty-handed.

  I didn't know if I should freak out or not. Curtis was an adult and could take care of himself. I knew I shouldn't be feeling this way but I couldn't help it.

  Should I call the police?

  I sat down on the couch and put my head in my hands. “Calm down, Hunter, everything is going to be all right.”

  A knock at the door shocked me back to reality. I imagined it was a cop here to tell me that my stepbrother was dead.

  I dreaded every step I took to the door. I opened and found Curtis hunched over. It was a very different scene than the one I opened to yesterday.

  “Curtis where have you been?”

  He straightened up, holding his head with his hand. There was blood just above his left eyebrow. “I'm sorry, Hunter.”

  “What the hell happened to you?” I pulled him into the apartment and led him to the bathroom.

  “I don't know. I was just hanging out around here all day and decided to go grocery shopping and get you some stuff. You know, like milk and more eggs.”

  Things weren't adding up but Curtis continued.

  “I saw a pub and thought that I would stop in for a quick drink. I guess I lost track of time because before I knew it, it was past five.”

  I sat him down on the toilet seat while I rummaged under the sink for a first aid kit. “That doesn't explain what happened to your forehead.”

  “You mean this?” Curtis lifted his hand away and blood ran down and into his eye.

  “Put pressure on that!” I ordered him. “Take off your shirt while you're at it.”

  Curtis pulled his shirt over his head and showed off his rock-hard chest. “It was just a little bar fight. Nothing serious.”

  It was hard to ignore the glorious male in front of me. I found the first aid kit that I had never used before. “Nothing serious? You might need stitches. What happened?”

  “There was a drunk guy that was Navy. He sized me up immediately, telling me that I wasn't good enough to be in the Navy and had to join the Army.”

  “That doesn't sound so bad,” I said. I pulled out some gauze and knelt down in front of Curtis. “Let me see the wound.”

  He lifted up his hand “It looks worse than it feels.”

  I winced at the sight of more blood. I did my best to staunch the bleeding. It didn't look like that deep of cut. I didn't even bother offering to take him to the hospital because I knew he would refuse.

  “I've heard my fair share of trash talk but I didn't even get a chance to have my first drink before this motherfucker took a swing at me. Blindsided me right in the head.”

  “Did you do anything to him?”

  Curtis shook his head. “Didn't get a chance. The bartender threw him out before I got a shot at him. At least he offered me a free drink to make up for it.”

  “And you sat there bleeding and had a drink?”

  Curtis shrugged. “I wasn't going to turn down a free drink.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Always the tough guy.” At least he didn't go crazy and beat the other guy to death.

  “It looks like I was able to get the bleeding to stop.”

  “Will it leave a scar, nurse?”

  I faked a laugh. “I think your pretty face will be fine.”

  “That's too bad because I heard that men dig scars.”

  I looked over his body and could see evidence of a lot of past trauma. There was a long scar over his left pec and one on his right arm. I traced my finger over the scarred tissue. I wanted to ask him how it happened but thought better of it.

  I couldn't hear anything over my racing heart pounding in my ears. “Let me get you patched up.” I took out a fresh piece of gauze and some medical tape.

  My face was only inches away from Curtis' as I taped the gauze to his forehead. His eyes stared into mine the entire time.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are, Hunter.”

  I blushed immediately. “Don't be stupid, Curtis.”

  His hand rested on my leg and a jolt of electricity flowed through me.

  What was happening to me?

  Chapter Four

  There was something going on between us and I didn't know how to stop it.

  I didn't know if I wanted to.

  Curtis moved his hand away from my leg “I thought about you everyday while I was overseas.”

  There was no stopping the tears now.

  Curtis wiped a tear from my cheek “You have no idea how much those letters you wrote meant to me.”