love brother

Chapter 28

Today is my first time working in the confessional. There are a lot of Italians in this diocese, and they always have endless stories to tell and endless confessions.I have so far dealt with several bruisers who were so fragile, they were crying and asking for forgiveness, and I didn't know how to comfort them.

The curtain of the confession room was pulled open again, and a gentleman walked in.

I have never seen a man of this temperament in this parish.He was so handsome, yes, he had a great look.He has blond dazzling short hair, silver-gray eyes, and his expression is a bit stiff, and he doesn't seem to be smiling.

He was well dressed and spoke with grace, and I thought he must have been well educated.

Although he claims to be from Italy, I can't hear a dissonant accent in his English, and his pronunciation is perfect.

"I want to confess." His voice was like rain hitting the strings of a cello, with a low resonance and a little tremor.

Such a noble and handsome man, I am very curious what is his confession for?

"Of course, you can start."

"I have a younger brother, we are not related by blood."

This looks like another unresolved family dispute.

"We're in bed."

He didn't give me any time to react, and quickly dropped a bomb.I was stunned as if struck by lightning, and a huge tsunami wave hit my face in my mind.

"Sorry, you mean you..."

"Me and my brother, in bed."

He made a deadly addition—"More than once."

I took a deep breath, and tried to comfort him with a calm tone: "Saints will inevitably make mistakes. If you repent sincerely, the Lord will not blame you."

"But I still want to go on."

My smile was a little stiff and I asked: "Hmm...what tempted you to lose control?"

He didn't answer me right away, but asked me a question: "Father, have you ever had the experience of being tired of something but unconsciously attracted to it?"

I thought about it seriously, and replied: "I didn't like our cook when I was young, but her apple pie was really delicious, which made me feel complicated every time I saw her. Does that count?"

The other party was silent for a while, and then said: "It's roughly like that. Every time I see him, my heart will wander between ice and fire. The taste is much more complicated than apple pie."

"Do you hate him?"

"Hate?" The words rolled gently on the tip of his tongue, "Hate him for always pestering me like a mangy dog, so that I can't turn a blind eye to him, and finally drag me into the water smoothly?"

I tightened my fingers holding the cross, and I was about to speak, but the other party continued: "I hate him for making me lose control, but the reason why I lost control like that is more because apart from hate... I love him more."

When he uttered the word "love," it was almost breathless, as if any more volume would cut his throat.

"Do you love him?" Compared to his prudence, I had no scruples, and I asked in one sentence, full of air.

The other party frowned imperceptibly, and began to turn the gemstone ring on his finger impatiently.His hands are beautiful, and so are the rings. The combination is simply pleasing to the eye, making people want to hold his hand and place a lingering kiss on the back of his hand.

"Something happened to him before, the kind that almost lost his life. In the face of death, my persistence seemed ridiculous. I tried to struggle, but I couldn't ignore my own will."

"What happened to him?"

"A terrible thing. He was kidnapped by a serial murderer and almost became the last work of the other party. When I found him, he was wounded all over his body. I thought he was dead, and my mind went blank at that moment."

"My God, it's terrible!" I let out a small exclamation, and made the sign of the cross on my chest.

The man's pale golden eyelashes drooped down, covering his amazing pupils.

"Yeah, it's scary." Although time has passed, I can still clearly feel his resistance to this matter from his words, "I almost... lost control."

He didn't say any more, but that was enough, enough for me to clearly feel his complicated and deep feelings for his stepbrother.

"You love him." I said affirmatively: "Even if this love is forbidden by God."

His eyelashes, which seemed to be covered with the afterglow of the setting sun, trembled slightly, and then he moved the corner of his mouth, and seemed to let out a chuckle. The smile was so fleeting, so fast that I had no time to capture its meaning.

... self-deprecating?relief?Bitter?Disdain?Pleasure?

I don't know, he's really a hard man to see through.

"Father, have you done anything against the doctrine?" The noble man suddenly asked me.

I was taken aback, and replied with a guilty conscience: "Of course not."

He raised his eyelids and looked at me, casting an inexplicable glance. Through the dense rhombus windows, I was sure he could only see a blur of black shadows, but I still moved uneasily as if my heart was pierced by his sight. Move your ass.

"Then what are you thinking about now?" His voice was low and seductive, "I bet you must be thinking about me now...fucking you until you can't get out of bed."

I swallowed unconsciously, stared at him with wide eyes, and couldn't even refute.

"Are you hard?" He stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly on the wooden lozenge window between us, his expression was still at ease and lofty, like a king who ruled the world.

And I crawled at his feet, begging his pity pug.

"I..." I didn't know what to say, "Why do you..."

He scratched and pulled the pane with his fingertips, bit by bit, full of erotic meaning.

"Answer me, are you hard?" His tone was uncompromising, and what he said was bold, indulgent, and shameless.

He is simply a guy sent by God to torment me. He wears the coat of an angel, and he is doing demonic deeds in his bones!

"...Yes." I asked hoarsely, "Do you want to confirm it yourself?"

I have no doubt that this sudden turn of the conversation was a conspiracy he had planned long ago. He must have known my little trick when he walked in here... No, he must have known my little trick before that.

He pretended to confess to me, but he wanted to relax my vigilance so that he could fight back at the last moment.

I was so pitifully stupid that I thought I had really tricked him.

The man stood up and ordered: "Open the door and let me in."

I was a little frustrated, but at the same time a little excitement rose in my heart.I opened the door of the priest's room and obediently greeted the man.When he walked into the dark and narrow space, he squinted his eyes because of the change in light, and it took him a while to get used to it.

"Are you really wearing a priest's robe?" He raised his eyebrows and closed the door again with his backhand.

Facing him, with my back against the wooden wall behind me, I lifted the hem of the black robe, revealing the same black trousers with a small bulge protruding from the inside.

"Of course I do the whole set. I have always been a man who pays attention to details, dear Mr. Kemersia."

He came close to me, squeezed me, and without hesitation put his hand into my trousers.

"You have always been a nuisance." The ambiguous breath spewed in my ears, and there were bursts of deadly pleasure from the lower body, which made my waist weak and my feet weak, and I almost couldn't support myself.

I had no choice but to put my hands on his shoulders, and my voice was a little more restrained.

"Did you recognize me from the beginning? Brother."

I purposely lowered my voice, used Ryan's unfamiliar accent, and even wore a priest's robe for realism, but in Ryan's eyes, all these disguises seemed futile.

"I am familiar with every expression and every movement of yours. Since you were young, which one of your looks has I never seen? How could you foolishly think that you can fool me?" Contrary to his words, his movements are gentle And lingering, with a deadly pleasure, I was completely distracted from refuting him, and only kept panting and trembling.

He rubbed my scrotum, skilfully rubbing the opening of the bell, and I clung to him like a drowning man, burying my face in his neck, lips pressed against his cool skin.

It's not really a good idea, Ryan smells like a natural aphrodisiac to me, it just makes me more aroused and more erotic.

I really want to eat him.

I opened my mouth and gnawed on the white neck skin of the other party who was close at hand.

Ryan's neck is like a swan's neck, elegant and slender. When tensed, the underlying blood vessels and muscles will form beautiful lines, making people want to lick and suck kisses.

"Ah..." I let out a suppressed groan, and my waist swayed back and forth slightly as Ryan's hands accelerated.

"Shh, keep your voice down, Yoni. You don't want people who walk into the church to find out what you're doing, do you?" Ryan's breath was blowing all over my ears, making me hot and excited, not at all. Think about what he has said.

"No matter how fast... Mmm brother... I'm going... ah!" I was trembling, my forehead was firmly pressed against Ryan's shoulder, more and more pleasure pushed me to climax, and finally, my penis spurted out a wave The waves were white and turbid, I growled, my hips contracted after a while, and my mind went blank.

The whole process lasted about ten seconds. When I came back to my senses, Ryan had already stripped off my pants, stuck his fingertips into my two buttocks, and circled the closed entrance.

His movements were unhurried, even very leisurely, but the hoarse voice still revealed his real situation at the moment.

"Turn around."

I froze, "You want to do a full set here? In case someone really comes in..."

He patted my ass and repeated, "Turn around, Yoni."

I looked into his eyes, it was like there were two dark flames inside, trying to burn me to nothing.

I suddenly realized that this joke was a bit on fire.

A month ago, De Cario and I left for Mexico and negotiated a deal with the mafia leader there. The process was not very smooth, but fortunately, the negotiation was successful in the end, adding another point to the Lombardi family .

In order not to distract myself, and to have someone to talk to the family while De Cario and I were away, I did something to keep Ryan in New York, as he had done to me.

During this month, I missed him all the time. I sent several telegrams home, but there was no reply. I knew he was angry with me.

As soon as I came back today, I wanted to give him a surprise, so that he would forget to care about me, but obviously I still miscalculated, Ryan must have known my little thoughts from the beginning, so he wouldn't be fooled.

I pursed my lips and turned around obediently, "Okay, if you want..." It seems that if he doesn't pay a painful price today, he won't calm down.

As soon as I turned around, I felt Ryan's palm on my back, pressing me hard against the board.

"Separate the legs." His slender fingers squeezed into my back hole, using semen as lubrication, all the way to the deepest part, forcing me to scream.

I lay prone on the wall of the confessional, my trousers piled up at my ankles, my hips under my robe trembling with excitement, waiting for another man's penis to penetrate.

His fingers came in and out more and more smoothly, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.Then, finally, all the fingers withdrew from my body, and the whole body with a pleasant smell of masculinity covered me.

"You'd better keep your voice down, you bastard." He bit my earlobe, reached into my robe with a hand, rubbed my nipples, and then came in while I was panting.

I pressed my lips on the back of my hand to block the scream that was about to come out, my body was extremely sensitive under his attack, even a casual touch would make me tremble comfortably.

It might have been a month of abstinence, or it might have been his calling me a "scumbag" with affection and resentment.

I love all the innocuous little nicknames he has for me, "Little Fool" and "Damn" are just the most charming nicknames in my ears.

The speed of his thrusting is not fast, but it is powerful, and I can feel that he does not want to make it easy for me, because he can be regarded as unreservedly thrusting his penis into my body, so deep, I almost want to I wonder if I will be stabbed through.

"Ah... brother... take it easy..." Pain is mixed with pleasure, I don't even know whether I beg him for mercy because of the pain or the unbearable pleasure.

"Why? Because you hurt?" He didn't slow down because of my words, and even accelerated his speed under the same force. I was going crazy.

I choked up pitifully, turned my head back with difficulty, and looked at him pleadingly, hoping to soften his heart.

"Yes, it hurts...uh...brother...I know...I know I was wrong...um brother, I...too fast...ah..."

He looked at me indifferently, without a single pause in his lower body, he leaned over to kiss me, and bit my lip in the process of intertwining his lips and teeth.

He backed away a little, his lips were stained with blood, which set off his exquisite appearance even more beautifully.

"But there are some things, you won't remember the lesson if you don't feel pain." As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue and sucked the blood from his lips into his mouth.

Although he said he wanted me to learn the lesson, I knew he wouldn't really hurt me, at most it would make my back swollen for two days.

There was a pain in my chest, it was he who was pulling my nipples, telling me to lie down obediently without any resistance.

"What are you thinking?" There was dissatisfaction in his voice.

"Ah...you..." I moaned indistinctly, "Thinking of you...I don't have a moment...ah...don't miss you..."

He paused for a moment, followed by a more vicious jerk.He crushed my sensitive spots hard, biting my ear pinna, as if trying to tear it off.

"Shut up your sweet talk..." He pinched my waist and fixed my butt, preventing me from escaping. "You don't know how angry I am this time, Yoni Lombardi."

I want to scream, howl, and vent in this sex, but the overly silent and solemn environment forces me to shut my mouth tightly, bite my wrist, and restrain myself from moaning too loudly.

But it's really hard.

He thrust into my body mercilessly and even roughly, squeezing out the convulsed intestines, tearing apart the tight buttocks, and thoroughly punished me.

The body in front of me has become a mess, the semen is mixed with some other inexplicable mucus, and it gradually slides down the heels of my legs. I dare not think about what kind of watermarks will be left on the ground after we leave the confession room, and what will happen to the priest. Lenovo.

Orgasm after climax, making love without stopping, in a small space, filled with the obscene sound of sticky water, just listening to it is enough to make people blush.

Suddenly, Ryan leaned into my ear and said, "Someone is coming."

My already somewhat chaotic mind didn't notice that someone entered the church at all, but when I heard Ryan's words, my body stiffened reflexively.

"Do you think he will find out?" Ryan didn't stop, but intensified, putting one of my legs between my elbows, pushing in from bottom to top.

"Hmm..." I don't know if my eyes were blurred by tears or sweat, something came out of my penis, I don't know, but it's definitely not semen.

I felt scared and nervous, and if someone came into the confessional, I knew I wouldn't be able to pretend nothing happened.If someone caught Ryan and I having sex in church in broad daylight with two big men, it would be headlines tomorrow!

I couldn't bear to think about that image.

"Brother..." I murmured softly, "I love you... I know I'm wrong... Well, I love you... Ryan... I love you..."

I kept saying I love him, wondering if my strategy worked, I just heard him "tsk" impatiently behind me, and then he burrowed deep into my cunt with a few quick thrusts. Gut deep and cum.

I was trembling all over, and after finally waiting for the pleasure in my body to subside, he withdrew and gasped in my ear: "If there is another time, I will fuck you to death on the bed."

I trembled, and my feet were a little soft.

"I promise there will be no next time." I can dig out the old account and tell him that he has treated me like this before, and I can never stop him from moving forward. If I object, he will gag me , If I want to follow, he will tie my hands and feet.But I dare not, I know his temper too well, if I dare to talk about empathy and mutual understanding with him at this time, he will definitely kill me, that is the literal meaning, not an exaggeration at all.

Ryan tidied up the black robe for me—that is, tidied it up to make it a little more visible, and then planned to open the door of the confession room and walk out grandly.

I grabbed him and persuaded him in a low voice: "Wait, didn't you say someone is there? Let's go out later."

There was a hint of teasing in his quicksilver eyes, "Oh, I lied to you." As he spoke, he opened the door, but there was no one outside, "Before I came in, someone had already sealed the entrance."

Well, I may never be able to count him out.

Sunlight poured in from outside the church, and through the entire stained glass, Ryan walked under those gorgeous projections, as if his body was dyed with dreamlike colors.

he's mine.

I love him forever.

"Wait, brother! I can't walk fast." I shouted to his back.

He stopped, frowned slightly, and looked back at me, "Don't act like a baby." Even though he said that, he still stayed where he was and waited for me.

I smiled and walked towards him quickly, and grabbed his shoulders all at once, "I'm only acting like a baby to you."

The two of us walked into the colorful light and shadow, and I seemed to catch a glimpse of the smile on his lips, but when I turned my head to look, I found that there was no smile.

What a duplicity man.

But... cute.

——The extra confession is over