Painting Donovan Ch. 04

Alright, so I decided it was unfair to end this series on a cliffhanger. If you read this and want more, say something. 

-K


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"Come on, Don, get up. We're going to the lake."

It was the morning after the storm. Donovan lay on his stomach with his face half-buried in his pillow. I gave his body a shove, but my brother was built like a brick shithouse. There was just no give. I shook him harder. A hand shot out and grabbed my a

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Painting Donovan Ch. 03

I'll let comments from you readers determine whether this instalment is an ending in itself or merely a cliff-hanger. –K

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Six months after Donovan moved in we got a call from Mom.

The day was a sweltering hot one in July, which was uncharacteristic enough of Vancouver to warrant a heat-wave warning. With no air conditioning in our loft, we were hot, sweaty, and wanting to get naked. So we did. And once the clothes came off, it was just me and

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Painting Donovan Ch. 02

Enjoy. Feedback appreciated. ;) ~K 

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The first thought I had when I woke up the next morning was that I had to go take a shit right away. I threw off the covers and sprinted to the toilet, sighing in relief as the cum oozed out. He'd put one hell of a load in me. It was the first time I'd ever let someone fuck me bareback.

"Don?" I yelled from the bathroom.

No answer. He was gone. Just like that.

Well, maybe not

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Painting Donovan

I had trouble writing the ending of this because I'd get too turned on to write. Enough said. ;) ~K

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My brother Donovan was a cunt slut.

His schemes were simple but effective. Having his latest fling "meet the family" as a demonstration of commitment was one of his favourite ways of getting into their pants. Since I was the only reliable family member he had living in Vancouver, I was the one he always asked out. I'd never really found it fun

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Painting Donovan Ch. 05

This one was a real bitch. Just count the number of orgasms I had to bring my guys to in the time frame of 1 1/2 pages. Ow. My hand hurts. Seriously, count them.

So...Which of my guys would you fuck?


-K



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Donovan's jeans were down at his ankles. I was naked with my back smeared against the door of the washroom stall, my legs wrapped around my brother's torso as Don's cock dredged my anal canal for the good feelin

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Painting Donovan Ch. 06

The wind was picking up by the time JC and Donovan loaded the dresser into the moving van. A gust sent Don's baseball cap skittering across the lawn and me running after it. It was late October and cooler, wetter weather was starting to prevail along the coast. The damp chill ate at the marrow in a way it never did in the interior. It wasn't something I'd miss about Vancouver.

There were still about a dozen cardboard crates of kitchenware, tools and other knickknacks that needed l

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