A few minutes after Bash left, Cassandra threw a question at Callahan that got him grinning, "how do Storm like his women? Skinny? Thick? Tall? Short?"
Hearing the man chuckle gave her the courage to continue since he didn't seem upset about her openly expressing her feelings towards his brother, "I can be any shape I promise, "she fluttered her lashes alluringly, "am good... am good in bed too, "she added and blushed.
Callahan simply kept mum with a sly smile plastered on his as he dapped the corner of his mouth. He rose from his seat and trekked to Cassandra, her eyes followed him as he leaned towards her head, "are you sure you are willing to do anything to get my brother?" he whispered seductively.
Cassandra swallowed greedily as she stuttered, "yes- yes I am, "She inhaled his scent and felt like purring, he smelt like B
"Good morning mister Callahan, "Bash greeted awkwardly, he stood rooted to the spot as Callahan greeted. It was unlike him not to make himself comfortable but the way Callahan glanced at him gave him the chills. "Kitten why are just standing there huh? Come and have a seat, "Callahan gestured to the box chair opposite his. Bash was was hesitant because the seats were rather too close to each other but neither the less he sat. He felt greatly uncomfortable because of what he was wearing, he didn't think the meeting was in Callahan's room. He had a see-through white polo on with black ripped jeans, he was not on the muscular side but his nipples could be seen from the shirt. "And hey, call me Callahan or Callay for short, "Callahan told, again with that cree
Callahan loop sided grin, crossing his legs and resting his hands on the arm of the chair, he proceeded, "my brother is a very possessive man, once he feels like he owns something or someone he won't share, he might claim to hate you right now but if we do what I have in mind you will see his true intents towards you." "What do you have planned?"Bash asked as Callahan expected him to. "Make him jealous, if indeed he has feelings for you, he would get upset and even kick me out, " Callahan replied to him and chuckled, "all we need do is pretend to be cozy with each other anytime we know he's coming." Bash's eyes glimmer with interest, ' that is indeed genius and I have nothing to lose since it is just make-believe, ' smiling at Callahan he continued to muse, 'he is really smart.' "you think
For five nights the new partners didn't immediately enact their plans, this is because Callahan said it would be too sudden and suspicious but on the 6th night the little flirting they started escalated... It is 7 pm in the Storm household, the usual dinner time. Storm came fashionably late as usual for reasons best known to him. On entering the dining room, he is welcomed by the brief sight of Callahan and Bash making out. Cassandra was just seating at the far end of the table with a flushed face. Storm squinted and sat at the head chair, he is wearing another shade of his three-piece pajama suit, peach and black to be specific. Although the once kissing pair have stopped, he couldn't help but noticed Callahan's fingers intertwined with Bash's own. "L
In Callahan's exquisitely furnished bedroom, Bash sat on one of his armchairs, looking at Callahan intently like he was scared he might get attacked by the man. The room was adjacent to Storm's own. Bash discovered that it belonged to his benefactor and that only Callahan is allowed to inhabit it. "I won't bite, "Callahan asserted with a grin. He was lying on his bed while Bash was on the chair opposite and far from the bed. Bash rolled his eyes, "I won't take any chances, moreover do you think it would be too soon to leave?" he asked. Callahan's smile slightly faded, here the cutie goes again, making it obvious that he only likes his brother. "How long did Storm stay after he fucked you?" he sarcastically asked.
Bash sensed something was off about Callahan but didn't comment, the man was full of mysteries. "Bye then, "he said, feeling a bit aggrieved that the scheming master doesn't want to help him. "Bye cutie, "Callahan muttered. He got up and left. It's still morning, the summer sun was yet to be tan worthy. Bash moaned as he walked to his window, gaping about what to do this Saturday. As for what Callahan told him to attempt, he felt that it is far fetched. For all he knows, he might not see Storm till dinner time. From where he stood he could see a large swimming pool and that instantly gave him a bulb bright idea that he grabs. Smiling, Bash plodded to his wardrobe and scruffed through it in search of something. "Ahha! Urika!" he exclaimed.
Apollo pushes Callahan and in one swift move, flipped him over. Now he was on top and grinning. "Baby what's the rush? Why don't you tell me about Paris." Callahan's hunger-filled eyes peered into Apollo's soul. "Don't play, "he said. Apollo giggles at the man's seriousness. "Uuuuh my prince is starving, "he said as he took off his shirt. Callahan's gaze traveled to Apollo's boobs which are bigger than what most men usually have. He is the gym type, tanned skin, with big muscles, and a wide fleshy chest. Callahan's hands found their way to the knockers and he squeezed them. "Mmmm, "Apollo moaned, arching his back forward. Apollo suddenly grabbed the hands that were on his firm chest. "Callay, did you know
Bash got out of the pool, depleted from swimming all day. He had been lying under the sun on one of the carved chairs that were in the shallow part of the pool. It turned out that swimming alone was not so relaxing and he misses Panda. He strutted to his robe and wore it, texting, he headed towards the exit. Meanwhile... Storm seeing Bash leave got up and promptly left his room. Getting there on time, he stood by at the topside of his stairs and leaned on the railings. In no time he saw Bash walking into the mansion. Looking up, Bash he saw Storm and halted. The man used his index finger to signal to come up to him, he turned his neck around to see who he was motioning at. Pursing his lips, Storm's left eyebrow dropped in vexati
Letting go of Bash's hand, Storm went to drop the wine glass beside its bottle. He looked at the boy who seem nervous because he is biting his lips. He trekked to him and eased his head. "Don't do that, let me do it for you, "he said after which he kissed Bash's lips and nipples on his lower lip. Bash's body warmed up, although he could smell the brandy, Sweet, alcoholic, woody, with an ethereal brown fruity nuance in his mouth, he didn't mind, Storm's cozy breath was driving him crazy. Storm roughly pulled Bash's waist closer to his member as he intensifies the kiss and only pulled away when he was breathless leaving Bash light-headed. Bash w