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Basement Suite

By Orestes

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To say that I had mixed emotions when Heather's slacker brother
moved in to our basement suite would be too kind. I hated the
idea.

We had a bit of a fight about it too, Heather and I. His
lifestyle was hedonistic. Whatever he wanted, he just did,
regardless of consequences. Big screen TV. Put it on credit - no
problem. Video games all night. Whatever. Drinking, smoking up,
whenever. No job. No prospects. No chance of him ever paying
rent.

" With Mom gone, I have to take care of him. I just have to," was
her weak argument.

" But he's your *older* brother. He should be taking care of
himself... or even helping you out, not sponging off of you and
your boyfriend. "

I was appalled by his lifestyle, but even more appalled that I
was expected to subsidize it.

" No way, " was my answer. But I guess you can figure from the
opening line of this story that I eventually relented.

The thing is, Heather is so damned cute. She's a bit tomboyish in
the way she normally presents herself, but when she decides to
use her charm, she blows me away. Seriously, when she flirts with
me, she can make me blush instantly... and we've been dating for
over a year. So when she turned on her pouty, flirty, "I'll be
your bestest friend..." <wink, wink> stuff, well, I was wrapped
around her little finger.

When Rick moved in, it definitely complicated things.
Financially, it really put us in a pinch. He was collecting
welfare, but we weren't seeing any of the money. It just
disappeared into the comforts of his basement suite. On the
welfare paperwork, he was claiming to pay me rent, which was
going to complicate my tax situation immensely. All in all, it
meant that Heather and I had to take some extra shifts to make
ends meet.

With the extra time at work, we often found ourselves working
opposing shifts. I worked mornings steadily, and Heather worked a
lot of evenings. She's a waitress, and her tip money really came
in handy for the budget. Like I said, when Heather turns on the
charm, she can make quite an impression.

Even on the nights that Heather was home, we often ended up down
in the basement suite hanging out with Rick. It was cool to slack
off a bit, don't get me wrong. He had comfortable furniture and
some seriously nice entertainment hardware. Every once in a
while, it's kinda nice to zone out with a beer or two and watch a
movie, or play some video games. I just couldn't live like that
long-term. Besides, I was getting impatient for a little
one-on-one time with Heather.

" Don't worry, " Heather whispered in my ear one night, after
Rick had dozed off on the sofa beside us. " It won't always be
like this. "

I wished I could trust her on that, but before I had much time to
argue, she was kissing me softly, and then she led me upstairs,
and everything was right in the world again.

I seriously tried to make the best of it, but time alone with
Heather was getting less and less frequent. More often, I ended
up alone upstairs for the night, or even headed downstairs to
hang out by myself with Rick. It was on one of those evenings,
after a fairly stressful day of work, that Rick brought out some
pot to share with me. I'd brought home dinner, so I guess he
figured he was returning hospitality.

Normally, I would have said no. Heather and I had only done pot
together a few times. But today I was more than a little tense
from work, and so I joined him.

Before long, I was a lot more charitable in my thinking towards
Rick. Heather wouldn't be home for hours. We were drinking beer,
smoking pot, snacking, and watching whatever we wanted on TV.

Later in the evening, he popped in some porn. I don't know why.
As mentioned, Rick doesn't have much in the way of restraint,
even in his more sober moment. He just sort of does what feels
good at the time. Right then, he was feeling horny, and wanted to
watch some porn.

We were both pretty stoned by now, and we just sort of sunk back
into the sofa and got into it. I almost didn't notice when Rick
began to rub himself through his shorts. I was into my own thing,
horny as hell, missing Heather, but not nearly uninhibited enough
to jerk off in the open.

When I did notice his rubbing, I just sort of stared in stoned
disbelief. It felt kind of surreal, laying back on the sofa with
Heather's brother, watching porn, while he pleasured himself just
a couple of feet away.

He noticed me watching, and by all indications, didn't mind
having an audience. He soon pulled his shorts down, and had his
dick out. So long as I wasn't objecting, he wasn't holding
himself back.

" That girl looks like Heather, " he laughed, nodding towards the
screen.

The brunette was kind of cute, but not in Heather's league. She
held my attention for a minute, but then I was back to watching
Rick jerk himself. The whole scene was so off-beat to my regular
life, I found it hard to ignore.

" You liking this, Grant?"

I couldn't hide the bulge in my pants, or the way I was aching to
do the same thing Rick was. As stoned as I was however, I
couldn't quite get myself to the point where I'd pull it out. It
was the difference between us, I mused through a haze of
marijuana. He was a hedonist, and he was just doing what came
naturally to him at the moment. I was more inhibited, and just
sat there, watching, frustrated, and getting hornier by the
minute.

It was taking Rick a long time to get off. He paused to drink a
beer part way through, and then began stroking himself again.

" Jeez... these girls are hot. "

I nodded in agreement. They were. I was so fucking horny that it
hurt.

He paused in stroking himself. I was watching him intently, now,
waiting for his impending cum. Then he did something that caught
me off-guard.

Rick looked over in my direction. He grasped his cock at the
base, between his thumb and his pointer finger, and just sort of
wagged it back and forth a couple of times, and shifted his hips
towards me a bit.

" You wanna...?" he said.

I can't explain what happened next. I'll blame it on being drunk,
stoned, and horny, and having not been laid regularly in a long
time. When he motioned to me like that, I just leaned forward,
natural as anything, and took him in my mouth.

He groaned. I was completely stunned by what I was doing, and
somewhat at a loss for what I was to do now that I had his
somewhat thicker than average cock between my lips.

I won't go into details. He didn't require anything fancy. He
just watched the rest of the scene on the big screen, and when he
was ready, he pumped my mouth full of jizz and was done. Rick was
asleep soon afterwards. I stumbled up to bed, with my heart in my
throat, and when I woke up, it was still there.

Over the next couple of weeks, I did everything I could to put it
out of my head. A lot of guys experimented with jerking off with
other guys, I figured. They just did it when they were in their
teens, not their mid twenties. Besides, I had been quite stoned.
And it wasn't like I had any attraction to guys. It was just an
oddball thing that had happened when I was watching porn, and got
a little too worked up. It didn't mean anything.

As much as I justified it as a single stupid mistake, I wasn't
about to fess up to Heather. I didn't know quite how to handle it
with Rick, either. Luckily, it seemed like he had either
forgotten it, or that he thought it was no big deal, because when
we saw each other around the house, he didn't act any different.
He still mooched meals. We were still doing his laundry. He still
didn't pay for anything. Nope, no difference.

The biggest difference was that I avoided hanging out with him.
That would just be awkward. If I could keep it that way, I
figured I could ride it out.

It was busy at the restaurant for Heather, and my job was hectic
too, so it wasn't until a couple of weekends later that we had a
night off together. I was aching to have her to myself.

" Let's hang out with Rick, " she suggested sheepishly, knowing
that I would disagree. Before I could get a word in, she pressed
into me for a heated kiss, and whispered in my ear, " I'll make
it worth your while later tonight. "

Despite all my reservations, we ended up that night on Rick's
sofa, watching some action movie and drinking beer. Rick took his
usual position on the left of the couch, and Heather nestled into
me from the right.

As the night progressed, I relaxed a bit. This wasn't nearly as
awkward as I thought it would be. As a fringe benefit, Heather
was getting kind of frisky with me on my side of the sofa. It was
the exact medicine I needed for my recent ails. Every kiss she
landed on my neck gave me goosebumps, and when Rick wasn't
looking, she even rubbed me a bit, foreshadowing things to come
when we retired to upstairs.

I lost track of time. The movie had ended, I knew that, but I was
so absorbed in making out with Heather that I had no idea what
Rick had put on. Now, I was just waiting for her to signal that
it was time to leave. After all, as relaxed as Rick was about
everything in his pad, there's a point in a make-out session
where it would be rude to go any further with someone else
present. Not that I was ready to draw the line.

Heather pressed her tongue into my mouth one more time. I wanted
her so badly, I could hardly breathe. Then she paused, and nodded
towards Rick.

It took my eyes a moment to adjust, but when they did, I couldn't
believe what I was seeing. Rick had turned on another porn flick,
and just like the night a couple of weeks earlier, he was
stroking himself. I didn't know how to react. I didn't know how
much Heather knew about. She was still rubbing me through my
jeans, but her eyes were on her brother.

Once again, he wagged his stiff cock in my direction.

" Go ahead, " she whispered in my ear.

I shook my head, more in disbelief than anything.

" Please, " she begged, softly, sweetly. " It'll make him happy.
It'll make me happy. Then we'll go upstairs. "

Before I could protest further, she pressed her lips against mine
again. She really wanted this, I could tell. She was working hard
to keep me aroused, and to keep me from refusing her. When she
broke the kiss again, it was only to guide my head into her
brother's lap.

Heather continued to stroke me and to whisper encouragement while
I sucked her brother's dick. He was focused on the big screen TV,
thrusting his hips ever so slightly in rhythm with porn scene.
From the action on the screen, I could even tell when he was
going to cum.

" Good boy, " Heather coached me along. " He's just about ready.
You'll swallow for him, won't you? Keep sucking until he's all
done. It won't be long now. "

I can't describe the weirdness of having my sexy girlfriend there
to ensure I swallowed every drop of her brother's semen. She
really seemed to get a kick out of it. When he was finished, she
kept her word, and led me upstairs for a well-earned reward. I
was already so aroused that I didn't last too long, but it was
definitely intense.

We didn't talk about it. What would be the point? I'm not sure I
even wanted to know how this had all been arranged between the
two of them. Whatever the motives involved, it was clear that
this was something Heather was quite keen on. On our next night
off together, she basically engineered a full repeat.

I have to admit that it was different this time, without the
pretense of an innocent movie night downstairs. We all knew our
roles now, and the only way she got me to go along with her at
all was by constantly reminding me of how she would "make it up
to me". Even when we began the foreplay, I had a hard time
getting my mind off of what was expected of me. She was really
working it, though.

When it got to the moment of truth, she guided me onto my knees
in front of him. He just sort of slid forward on the couch,
slapping his cock against my lips. I recoiled.

" Please, baby, " she went into her mode again. " It's no big
deal. I want you to do this for me. It won't take long. "

But it did take longer this time. He wanted full service, just
like the scene he had selected on the screen. Heather directed me
along, telling me when to lick his balls, and when to suck him
deep, and when he was ready to dump his load on my face. She
continued to stroke me throughout, to keep me cooperating, then,
when he was done with me, she took me upstairs to pay her reward.

In fact, this little scene repeated itself, with only minor
variations, every time we had a night off together.

That all changed one night when Heather was called in for a shift
on her day off.

" I'll probably be home late, " she told me in a hurry as she got
ready to leave. " You'll still go down and visit with Rick won't
you? "

" Uh, I wasn't planning on it..."

" Come on, Grant... he'd be disappointed. I'll catch up with you
later. "

Just like that, we'd transitioned to an expectation that I'd go
down and serve him orally, whether or not Heather was there to
close the deal. Don't get me wrong, at the time I was still
getting laid a fair amount, just not immediately, and not every
time.

In fact, because she worked the evenings, and I didn't, me going
down to the basement suite alone became more the norm than the
exception. She'd call me sometimes from work, early in the
evening, and sort of hint around it. I inevitably agreed. There
wasn't much point in resisting. She'd just convince me to do it
when she got home anyway.

For Rick's part, he definitely developed the expectation that
he'd have his nightly sexual relief. It's a step up from  jerking
off, I guess. He still spent his days watching movies, or playing
video games, or god-knows-what. By the time I came down, he'd be
drinking, or smoking up, and he was ready to cue up a nice porn
flick, and let me suck him to completion. To him, it wasn't sex
at all... just a nice add-on to the home theater experience. He'd
take his time now, sometimes watching two or three scenes before
letting himself cum.

Heather joined me sometimes on her nights off, but even that
became less and less frequent. A few weeks ago, she came down
only to persuade me into doing a new kind of favor for her
brother. It took her a while to coax me onto my knees facing the
other direction. She brought the lube. I guess Rick decided he
wanted to enjoy his porn while he could reenact penetration too.

He alternates between getting a blow job and doing the other
thing now, based on the scene he's cued up.

This is where my relationship with Heather has led me, and this
is where it gets complicated. I know she won't leave me. That
would mean losing the house, and the basement suite for Rick, and
all of the other "comforts" she's negotiated for him. But our
relationship is getting strained. I can feel it. We don't spend
much time together anymore... you know... sexually. I'm pleasing
Rick sometimes twice a day, but she doesn't have much time for me
that way. I'm starting to wonder if she's just not into me
anymore.

She says she's taking extra shifts at the restaurant, but I have
my doubts. Her income is about level, and if anything, she's
spending more money. I guess I can't blame her if she wants to go
out on the town every now and again instead of just wasting time
with us in the basement suite. What really hurts is that I heard
a rumor that she was fooling around with another guy. One of my
coworkers let it slip, but I wasn't too sure how true the gossip
was.

I met the guy, too. He came over a couple of nights ago. His name
is Ben, but she introduced him to me as a friend of Rick's.
Heather pretended she didn't even know him.

Anyhow, he came over to hang out. Talk about awkward. Heather
fetched a beer for each of us guys while we watched the tail end
of a hockey game. I didn't much feel like sharing a drink with
the guy I heard is screwing my girlfriend, but for some reason I
couldn't bring myself to accusing her of lying. Eventually, she
had to know I'd figure it out. I had no idea why she'd bring him
here to flaunt it in front of me.

Then the hockey game ended, and I started to get the picture.

Rick flicked on a porn scene he picked out for the occasion. It
was one where a girl was busy sucking off two guys at once.

Rick looked like he was ready to pull his out, and so did Ben. I
locked eyes with Heather. She leaned against the door-frame, with
a slight smile on her face, interested to see whether I would do
it all on my own, or whether she'd need to convince me.

To my shame, she didn't need to lift a finger.

I have a feeling I'll be seeing a lot more of her new boyfriend
around the house.

***

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