Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series (8 page)

The similarities ended with their faces.
Both boys had sculptured bodies but where Matt would be considered stocky, Paul
would be classed as athletic. Matt’s legs were clearly shorter than his
brothers’, dusted with pale almost invisible hair in contrast to Paul’s dusting
of dark hair. Paul also looked deliciously tanned alongside his paler brother
but she wouldn’t have considered either of them pasty white.

Her gaze dropped to the genitalia
currently in her grasp, hard, hot and ready to go and both following along the
lines of their owner’s body type. She released Matt’s cock only to turn her
hand and cup his balls, rolling them in her palm, separating them by pushing
her fingers between them as she once again took him in her mouth. Like Matt,
his cock had an impressive girth and the length wasn’t to be sniffed at either,
the bulbous head was flared and weeping, the thick vein tracing the underside
stood out in bold relief, making a mockery of the smaller veins vying for
attention along his shaft.

The cock in her hand jerked and she felt a
warm hand wrap around hers, squeezing, forcing her to tighten her grip. She
switched her attention from Matt to Paul, removing her hand and pushing his
away, she licked the length of his shaft, nipped the bulbous head with her
teeth before taking him in her mouth. Paul had more length than his brother and
while his girth was also considerable, he wasn’t nearly as wide. Unlike Matt,
Paul’s cock was smooth, no peppering of veins for him and she had to admit,
from head to toe, the Jensen boys were two of the prettiest naked males she had
seen in a very long time, there should be a law against these two wearing
clothes.

“How are we playing this?” Matt asked
drawing his brothers’ attention from the very talented mouth currently wrapped
around him.

Paul, head lying back on the couch, turned
his gaze to his right and met his brothers’ eyes “It’s your show Matt, you call
the shots.”

Matt’s eyebrows shot up, it wasn’t like
Paul to let him take the lead and he honestly doubted his own confidence in the
ability to do so. “I’m happy to do the easy part and sit here while she blows
me if you wanna take the other end?” He questioned, smirking when Paul lifted
Emily from his groin, positioned her squarely between Matt’s legs and scrabbled
in his discarded jeans for a condom.

Settling into place between Matt’s thighs,
Emily once again parted her lips and sucked him in, not that she minded. Matt
didn’t force her head down or bump his hips up trying to get her to take more
of him; he let her go at her own pace, murmuring words of encouragement when
she did something he particularly liked.

She felt warmth behind her as Paul’s knees
pushed hers further apart; his fingers stroked the curved line of her bottom,
down, down until he reached her sex. From his earlier grip on her head, she
expected him to plunge either his fingers or cock straight into her but gentle
fingers parted her lips and stroked the soft flesh hidden within, stoking the
flames of her arousal. She shivered when he glided his finger over her
sensitised clit and pushed back onto him, momentarily removing her mouth from
Matt, she looked over her shoulder.

“Stop teasing and fuck me.” She demanded,
she caught Paul’s mocking grin before she returned her attention to the boy in
front of her.

Holding the base of his cock, Paul
shuffled forward and guided himself into her a little at a time until he was
buried balls deep inside her. He stilled, allowing her time to adjust to his
size and himself time to get over the head rush of her unexpected tightness.
Withdrawing slowly, he thrust into her up to the hilt and almost lost it.

“Holy shit, you’re tight.” He breathed,
pressing his chest to her back. “You haven’t been used in quite some time have
you?” he asked.

Emily shook her head, not removing her
mouth from Matt.

“Matt, you have to get in on this.” Paul
told him “You’ll regret it if you don’t.” He withdrew again as Matt eased
himself from her mouth and they switched places.

She groaned as Matt entered her, his girth
stretching her to the limit and she began the slow thrust backwards to meet his
advance. Her eyes opened to see a condom covered cock hovering in front of her
face. “Hang on.” She said to Matt over her shoulder. “If you think I’m sucking
that after it’s had a condom on it, think again.” She told Paul.

“Come on Emily, I’ll make it worth your
while.” He cajoled.

“Why can’t you just stick it in my ass
like a normal bloke would?” She almost sneered, all she wanted now was hot hard
cock ramming into her, she wasn’t bothered which hole it occupied.

Paul let out a silent chuckle “You’re
serious?” He asked.

“Yes! I’ve always wondered what it would
be like to do brothers.”

“We’re more than brothers.” Matt’s voice
now, “We’re twins.”

She sat back, forcing Matt out of her,
“Twins? Nice. So what are you waiting for?”

A momentary silence ensued while the
brothers regarded each other.

Paul spoke first “Where do you want to
be?”

“I’m not really an ass man.” Matt
answered. “I’ll leave that to you bro.”

“Hah, there is a God.” He grinned once
again meeting Matt’s gaze. “Sofa?” he questioned.

“Sofa.” Matt confirmed.

No sooner had Matt’s naked behind hit the
sofa than Emily was on him, sliding down his length before pressing her chest
to his, giving Paul instant easy access to her ass.

With sweat cooling their recently clothed
bodies, the threesome exited the VIP area and jostled their way across the
dance floor to the exit. In the relative stillness of the doorway, Paul reached
for her, his long fingers encasing her throat, adding a little pressure before
he lowered his head to kiss her, his mouth telling her, without words, that he
would most definitely enjoy taking her for another ride.

“Don’t forget how we made you feel,” he
whispered in her ear “You can have that any time you please, any how you
please.” He stepped back and opened the door as Matt approached with their
jackets.

“I should head home.” Emily muttered,
narrowly avoiding tripping over the curb. Matt’s strong arms wrapped around her
and prevented her from falling.

“Are you going to be ok? You’ve had quite
a lot to drink.” He asked, still holding her.

She hiccupped before replying “I’ll be
fine.”

“We should get her a cab.” Paul spoke,
peering down the road for the familiar sight of a black cab.

“No, no, honestly, I’m fine.” She
protested.

“Perhaps.” Paul regarded her “But we’d be
happier if you took a cab home. Our treat Emily, seeing as you were so nice to
us.” He shot her a smirk so cold that it made her shiver before whistling at
the approaching cab and leaning in through the passenger window, handing the
driver a roll of notes.

Matt handed her into the cab, closing her
jacket tightly around her, kissing her cheek softly before stepping back and
closing the door. While she told the cabbie her address, she regarded the two
young men through the window and had the feeling this wouldn’t be the last time
she’d be seeing one or both of them.

It was a silent walk home for the Jensen
boys, each lost in their own thoughts. They employed every stealth tactic they
had developed over the years as they snuck into the house, up the stairs and to
their room and equally as silently undressed and slipped into their respective
beds.

Paul sighed as the cool covers touched his
back: “Well that was......”

“Fucking awesome.” Matt finished.

“Dude, you need to get out more.” Paul
chuckled.

Three very long, very busy days followed
accompanied by fun filled evenings which rarely saw either boy at home for more
than half an hour. Paul had been up to his eyes estimating for new jobs, a
direct result of all the free publicity he received courtesy of the paparazzi.
Matt was slowly but surely taking on more of his father’s workload and was
spending many more hours than usual at the office.

By mid week, both boys were more than up
for letting off steam in a big way and, having arranged a lighter than usual
workload for the following day, smartened themselves up, looking and smelling
irresistible, they met up with several of Matt’s friends and a few of Paul’s
and hit the town.

Over two very short hours, vast amounts of
alcohol had been consumed and lots of fun had been enjoyed but was sadly short
lived as the usual good natured banter between the two groups of friends deteriorated
into insults and name calling with Matt siding with his friends and Paul doing
the same, the two brothers went head to head in the defence of their respective
compadres.

The resulting scuffle was a rare
occurrence as Paul and Matt tended to air their differences behind closed
doors, never in public and the ferocity with which they attacked each other
stunned their friends into momentary silence before all hell broke loose and
the two groups of friends descended on the brothers in an attempt to separate
them.

Multiple hands grasped each brother and
the battle to separate them began amidst shouting and heaving. All the while
Matt and Paul managed to continue to rein blows on each other, snarling like
feral animals. The attempts to pull them apart came to an abrupt halt at the
sound of sirens and blue flashing lights and the group of friends stood back as
two large police officers stepped out of their vehicle and into the throng.

The split second their arms were free, the
brothers launched themselves at each other again. Now the fight had nothing to
do with the defence of their friends, now it was all about old rivalries
between them and the favouritism shown by their father to one and not the
other. Both boys were bruised, clothing ripped by the time the police officers
once again dragged them apart.

Matt winced as his arms were hauled behind
his back and cuffs were tightened around his wrists, he looked up to see the
same happening to Paul.

“Get your hands off my brother.” Paul
snarled at the officer holding him when he saw Matt’s discomfort and he began
to struggle again.

“You mean the brother you were just trying
to beat the hell out of?” The officer asked, holding the boy tightly, mildly
amused at the complete about turn at the direction of his anger.

The comment pulled Paul up sharp when he
realised the insensibility of his actions. Directing his rage at Matt had been
stupid, he wasn’t angry at Matt or the things he had said to his friends.
Testosterone mixed with alcohol and the lack of female company had ignited a
spark he hadn’t known existed.

“Sorry Matt.” He met his brothers’ eyes
over the distance that separated them.

“Yeah, me too.” Matt also had realised the
error of his ways and both boys were now somewhat subdued.

“Isn’t that nice? One officer said to the
other, “They’re sorry.”

“Very sweet.” The second officer answered
then leant closer to Paul “You’re still being arrested though.” He smiled and
gestured to his colleague that it was time to put the teenagers into the car.

At the station, promising to behave
resulted in the cuffs being removed. They were separated and taken to opposite
ends of the booking desk. Matt, ever the nicer of the two, complied and
answered all the questions asked of him with the minimum of fuss.

Paul however, was an entirely different
kettle of fish. While he didn’t want to be intentionally obstructive, he knew,
without a doubt that if their parents were called to come and collect them, not
only would the shit hit the fan big time but it would also be exceptionally painful
and possibly involve a stay in hospital once Michael got hold of him. With that
in mind, he went from giving a false name and address to remaining silent when
he was pulled up on the fact that he had given false details.

A movement behind the desk sergeant caught
his eye and he felt a smile twitch at his lips as a familiar figure approached.

“Hello Officer Holland.” Paul broke his
silence, “Haven’t seen you for a few days.” His smile broadened at the utter
horror on the officer’s face.

“Do you know him?” The desk sergeant
asked.

“Vaguely.” She answered. “Mind if I have a
word?”

“Be my guest, he isn’t talking to me.”

Emily Holland made her way out from behind
the desk and over to Paul. Slipping one cuff over his wrist she then pulled his
free arm behind him and cuffed the other wrist before ushering him into an
interview room.

“What the hell are you playing at?” She
hissed once the door was closed.

“What would you like to play at?” He
smirked.

“You need to go out there and give your
details like a good little boy.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because if my old man is the one to
collect us then we are in serious amounts of trouble and stand a very high
chance of getting the shit kicked out of us for weeks to come. So, with that in
mind, I’ll give my details to you and no-one else and I’ll tell you that our
parents are out of town and the only available adult is our Uncle and he is the
only one you should contact.”

“I won’t be a part of your scheming lies.”
She declined his offer.

“Oh, I think you will. You see, I only
have to mention our little liaison the other night to have your superiors
questioning your commitment to the job.”

“You wouldn’t dare and you have no proof.”

Paul let out a dry laugh “I would dare and
part of you knows that and I don’t need proof, I only need to plant that little
seed of doubt that would turn your world upside down. Now, I’m guessing you’ve
worked hard to get where you are and I’ll also bet that you get all the cushy
jobs and the daytime shifts, no graveyard shifts for Officer Holland huh? Just
as I’m guessing that I intimidate you, there’s not really any other explanation
for you cuffing me so, you scratch my back and call my Uncle and I’ll scratch
yours and keep my mouth shut about just how hard you wanted me to fuck you. Do
we have a deal?” He asked.

“You devious little shit.” She breathed
but she didn’t doubt that he would spin a deeply sordid tale to her superiors
if she didn’t comply. “I’ll get you out of parental control this time Paul, but
don’t you dare try to spin this one again if you end up here.”

“You can’t change what happened between
the three of us and besides that, you acknowledged that we were illegally in
the club. Off duty or not, you should have done something about it on moral
grounds alone but then again, I guess your morals decided to take the night off
seeing as you allowed both of us to fuck you at the same time.” He paused and
grinned. “The sight of your mouth around my cock will stay with me for a very
long time.”

“Get back to the desk.” She opened the
door for him; she had heard enough and knew she had to get him and his brother
out of the station as quickly as possible.

With the final confirmation of their
identities and address as well as their Uncle’s telephone number, the boys were
led to separate cells, Matt gently guided into his cell, Paul, still cuffed was
shoved inside before the steel bracelets were removed.

Uncle John had told the officer who called
him that he would be there within the next few hours, making the excuse that he
simply couldn’t leave the factory at that precise moment in time, the fact that
the newest temp just so happened to be putting on a lovely display for him
across his desk and doing unspeakable things with his paperweight as he talked
had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he was stuck at work, or so he
told himself.

During the wait for the arrival of their
Uncle, the boys were observed in their cells. Matt was restless, he didn’t like
this one bit and paced like a caged animal. When Emily turned her attention to
the camera showing Paul’s cell, she found him stretched out on the bed, the
blanket used as a pillow, his hands behind his head, legs crossed at the ankle,
calm and composed and still oozing confidence. He had her over a barrel and he
knew it.

Matt jumped when the door to his cell
opened and he took a step back as a police officer, roughly the size of the
door entered his cell carrying a plate with a sandwich and a cup of tea.

“You may be in for a long wait. This
should keep you going.” The giant spoke in a surprisingly soft voice.

“Er, thanks.” Matt mumbled, his stomach
growling as the door was locked. He looked down at the sandwich then peeled the
bread apart to see what was in it before picking it up and stuffing it into his
mouth realising he was starving and that he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the
mouth.

Paul turned his head as the door opened
but he didn’t move from his position on the bed, he watched in silence as the
large man entered and placed a cup of water and a plain roll on the small table
attached to the wall.

“Don’t eat it all at once.” He smirked as
he left the cell.

Emily watched the screens closely as Matt
devoured his sandwich in seconds with the minimum amount of effort, he even
seemed to enjoy it and it appeared to subdue him somewhat, it eased his pacing
and he even sat for a spell on the edge of the bed. Paul, on the other hand,
shot a cursory look at the glass and roll then turned his back on it and the
camera, giving the impression that he was trying to sleep.

Matt was deeply happy to see his Uncle
waiting for him when he was led from his cell, greeting him with a smile, the
feeling of dread that had been causing his guts to roil dissipated as relief
set in. As a handcuffed Paul was ushered into the room, he glanced at his brother
then acknowledged his Uncle with a curt “You took your time.”

John reached out and clipped the insolent
teenager around the ear, “Carry on like that my boy and I will leave you to the
mercies of your Daddy.”

Paul mumbled an apology as the cuffs were
removed for the last time but John wasn’t willing to let it go that easily,
“Speak up, I didn’t quite hear you.” He growled.

“I said I’m sorry.” Paul answered, his
chin lifting defiantly. Out of the corner of his eye, he had seen Emily smile
at John’s reprimand and although Paul’s apology had been unwillingly given, he
had backed down and altered his tone and it was clear he held a lot of respect
and affection for the man who had come to take him home.

“That’s better.” John seemed placated.
“I’ve told your parents that you are staying with me tonight and I expect the
full story when we get home.”

“Ok.” Matt readily agreed.

“Fine.” Paul answered. “Thanks John.”

Once in the car, John dropped the charade
of pissed off relative and grinned at his nephews;

“So, how about we grab a take away on the
way home and then you can tell your old Uncle all about it?” He asked to eager
nods from the boys.

“How come it took you so long to pick us
up?” Paul asked as John started the engine.

“I was busy.” Came the reply.

Paul smiled “Oh yeah? What was her name?”

“For your information, I was at work,
finalising a shipment.”

“Ok, what was her name?” Paul asked again,
hearing Matt chuckle from the back seat.

“I have no idea what you are talking
about.” John answered through his smile, “I also have no idea what her name
was.”

Their late dinner/early breakfast was
consumed in silence. The boys ravenous and John trying to recoup some of the
energies he’d spent earlier.

In the stark spotlight of his kitchen, it
was apparent that both the boys would have bruised faces the following day and
a quick glance at their hands confirmed his suspicion that they had been
fighting.

“I hope the other guys are worse off than
you two.” He commented.

Paul and Matt regarded each other across
the table, each feeling their bruises and assessing those on the other brother
but neither said a word.

“Did you know them?” John persisted
receiving nods in reply. “What did they look like?” His jaw dropped when Paul
pointed at Matt and Matt pointed at Paul. “Let me get this straight, you
weren’t involved in a fight with some other boys, you were fighting each
other?”

“Yup.” Paul said.

“Pretty much spot on.” Matt confirmed.

“What the hell is wrong with you boys?”
John couldn’t help raising his voice. “You are supposed to look out for each
other, protect each other not beat the crap out of each other.”

“We know that.” Matt spoke up, “We’d both
had too much to drink and there were a few niggling arguments going on between
our groups of friends. It just escalated to the point where Paul and I turned
on each other. We both know it was wrong.”