Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2012 18:34:55 -0700 (PDT) From: davi braga Subject: My Hot Brother In Law [2] I appreciate any comments and opinions about it. This is the second part of the story, and I hope you guy like it. If you wanna get in touch with me, please send me an email to : gerson_davi@yahoo.com.br I don't wanna anyone to use my characters or story on any other story. [2] I was completely static for a few seconds, and it seems that Ricardo and Pedro, I guess it was the same. We were staring at us in silence, he saw the disappointment in my eyes, where tears may be seen, ready to fall. My sister looked from one to another, as if trying to understand why I had not raised my hand and Ricardo, Ricardo, Peter, not his risen. Finally, she asked: - Love, Theo, you're not going to greet? Waking the almost trance, Peter looked at my goofy sister, and raised his left hand to me cautiously, opening a grim smile and saying: - Okay, Theo? It is a pleasure to meet you. I squeezed his hand back, trying to hold myself not to burst into tears right there. I swallowed that lump in my throat and took a deep breath, murmuring: - It is a pleasure to meet you too, Peter - and I emphasized his name, because from now I would have to get used to call him Peter, and Ricardo. That bastard! Hours ago had asked me for a date, saying it madly in love, and dating my sister behind my back! Okay, it could be that he did not know she was my sister, but only because he had lied about his name and said he was single had already broken the trust I had in him. And I, as always, falls like a duckling in this web of lies! Cursed heart! - So, folks, let's have dinner? - Asked my sister, still not realizing anything, so I was thrilled with the situation. - Love, not connecting to Theo, he has moments that are antisocial! - She said, referring to me. - It's true - I agreed, trying to smile as truly as possible, because now even my mother has appeared to call us for dinner. - No power no, Peter. - I emphasized his name again, while Peter was still awkwardly, looking for me and my sister with a stupid grin on his face. For a moment I wanted to jump on his neck and yank him those damned (and beautiful) green. He had no idea what caused it. Despite trying to be as strong as possible on the outside, inside I was destroyed. Completely. Maybe living with my parents as conservative made me get used to guard what I feel without much shine. With the call of my mother, we went to the dining room, the table was spread, and could see that Thalia and my mother had fancy on the menu because there were several options. Unfortunately the destination, my father sat at the left end of the table, my mother to your right, I sat beside my mother and Ric ... Oops, Peter sat down in front of me, with my sister at her side, who kept giving him kisses on the cheek and stroking her hair. My father just wanted to know all of Peter's life. What he did, where he was, why did, where his parents were, future plans, etc.. My father always had a job interview when my sister showed up with a boyfriend back home, which did not occur as often. From one moment to another, my father asked what were his plans with Thalia, who nearly choked on a piece of meat. - Father, that's enough, huh? - She asked, taking a little wine. My father, as he only conservative, pretended he had not been interrupted, and continued. Peter was silent thinking of the right words to speak, and our eyes meeting ended abruptly. I felt something strange going on my legs, and only then realized that the bastard had raised her and stroked my leg under the table, but looking for my sister. - You can be sure that my intentions are the best with his daughter, Mr. Alfredo - Peter said, still stroking my leg. Unfortunately, what excited me, that made me crazy bum with the drug of only one foot! - Do not worry I will do everything possible to make her happy. - He looked at me cheekily, receiving a kiss from my sister in the face and still stroking my leg under the table. I was at gunpoint. The rest of the dinner went smoothly and at the end of the night, while Peter was taking my heart with him. I had spent all night helping my mother clean the kitchen while my father watched Thalia and her bastard in the room. My mother was impressed that I'm not in the room with them, but did not remain doing dumb questions. To be honest, I could not bear to look at the Peter feel like no punches him and kiss him at the same time. From time to time I needed to move on my penis trying to hide it, because I was still excited. When I was lying there, ready to sleep, my phone rings. I mumbled a little angry, because besides being with insomnia, crying for all that had happened between me and Peter, I even ask God to kill me one day my family found out. I think my sister will never look at me, and my parents renegariam. The phone rang again and again and again until I was already wondering who I took it and read the name on the display flashed insistently. It was Ricardo. It was he! And now, what should I speak?