14. Pietro
My whole life… no. Let me say for as long as I can remember.
For as long as I can remember, I have been the one dominating both men and women.
I was fifteen when I had my first encounter with a girl. It wasn’t what I was expecting but I did it a second time and a third time and I found the feeling. But it was fleeting. I never stayed.
I was always a one time man and never twice and that’s why I never had a partner.
When I was seventeen, my dad walked in on me having an orgy with a man and a girl (they were all teens like me) and he looked at me helplessly and then said, “just don’t make a grand daddy right now!” And I never did because I always made sure to use protection whether it was someone I knew or someone new. It didn’t matter.
After that, I never took a partner home again. I always booked hotels and did it there and then went home. I didn’t want to give my mom a heart attack. My dad could take it but I didn’t know what I would do if my mom walked in on us.
I have never known what love was (that is this romantic thing between people) and I had give up on trying to find out. I never thought or even hoped that I would ever find someone who would make me to want to tie myself down.
I never, not even in my dreams, dreamt that someone like me could tie himself to one person. Why would I do that when I could always get sex whenever I wanted and with no strings attached?
I didn’t and I couldn’t.
Then, one day, I don’t who called my dad or my dad had always kept his tabs on me, he walked in on me in a villa I had bought while having an orgy and this time, there were eight of us and any of us could fuck any hole they wanted but not mine.
I was the host and I made the rules. I could and would fuck anyone but no one could fuck me. Never!
I had just joined my dad’s shipping company and I was doing pretty well but I hated the restrictions but I knew I had to since I was an only child and I knew I had to support my old man.
After he threw away the others, he threw a bathrobe at me and I took it and tied it around me.
“Sit,” he ordered and for the first time, I could see the fatigue on his brow and the white hair that had started growing on his receding hairline and the eye bags.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
I love my old man and between him and mom, I am closer to him because he gets me more.
“I… sigh… I am okay. Son, how long do you intend to love like this? How old are you now? Twenty six? When will you ever settle down? When? Your mama is asking about grandchildren. She says she is old now and needs someone to keep her busy,” he said and I felt my heart miss a beat.
I didn’t and couldn’t get married. It wasn’t in my DNA. I couldn’t think of anyone I could marry.
“Dad, you know I can’t. I… I just can’t,” I pleaded with him though I knew that if it came down to it, if he had t choose between me and mama, he would definitely choose his wife.
“Son, you are a grown man now and I think you have experimented enough and it’s time you settle down,” he said and I saw my freedom flash across my eyes. I couldn’t get married and worst of all, what if mom got me one those pampered girls from those rich families? I couldn’t.
“Pa, I can’t marry someone I don’t love. Why don’t you give me some time and I will see if I can get someone and then if I do, I will,” I tried but he saw through me.
“There is only one way this can go. Stay and get married and then after that I will give the presidency and chairmanship of the company to you and your mom and I can become grandparents at home or you can go and manage the American branch for a few years and maybe you can find someone down there. What do you say?” He asked and I didn’t even have to think.
America it was.
When I first saw Lysa at a bar, I thought that I had just been depraved sexually but when I started talking to her, I realised that she wasn’t those types I just fucked and walked. No. With her, I wanted a tomorrow.
And so, I kept her with me and I didn’t know when it happened but before I knew it, I always wanted to see her, be with her, talk to her.
In fact, I didn’t have sex with her in our first meeting or even the second. I didn’t want to destroy the closeness I wanted from her.
Everything was new to me and I didn’t know when it started but I wanted her with me and so, when she asked me if I wanted to go to her house, I jumped at the offer.
I wanted to be close to get family too because that would mean that she was also serious with me.
And then I saw him.
He walked in carrying a backpack and was on the phone and didn’t even look at us.
He was tall. That was the first thing I noticed and then I saw the strong thighs through his tight jeans pants.
And then Lysa called to him and he looked up at her and smiled.
Goodness!
I felt my dick twitch just at that and I avoided his gaze because I didn’t want him to see the lust in my eyes and think that I was a pervert.
“Sky, this is my boyfriend Pietro, he’s Italian and Pietro, this is my brother, Skylar,” she said and I felt a hammer hit my heart.
“B-brother?” I stammered and then realized what I had asked instead of greeting him and apologised but Lysa just laughed.
“She’s my step sister. Hi?” He said as he stretched his hand towards me and I took it with relief and smiled at him.
“Hi,” I answered.
From that moment on, I knew that I wanted him.
I didn’t want him just for a fuck. I wanted him for keeps too.
I googled and searched all over and even read books and yes, I was in love and yes, it is possible for someone to love more than one person.
This feeling that I feel now as Skylar pushes in me and then pulls out is the exact feeling I have always imagined whenever he came to my mind.
Yes, I’ve had several fantasies about this moment and I now know I’m sold since I have never parted my legs for another man again.
Skylar is fucking me while Lysa is sucking on my dick and this here, this, is the best sex I had ever had and when I shoot in her mouth, she doesn’t dodge but takes it all and countinues to suck and within moments, my dick is hard again and as Sky hits that spit again and again, I know that I have found the people I want to spend the rest of my life with.
After this, I will ask them what they think about us moving to Italy.
What I am sure of is that my parents won’t have a problem with me having two partners as long as it meant that I could settle down.
Now, the question is, how do I ask them without sounding too possessive or needy or scaring them?
Do they love me enough to leave their home for mine?