RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I love his sex noises. They're so innocent with me, a far cry from the silence or the screams I used to hear through roofs when I was in the school with him. He genuinely sounds pleasured when I'm with him. It almost makes me want to go up to everyone he fucked in school and point and laugh.

Haha, he fucking loves my cock in his ass. You fail.

I continue moving into him, my hands moving back to his stomach. I can barely keep my eyes or hands away from it. I'm just so amazed it's there, of what's growing inside it. My kids, who'd have thought it?

"Oooh Mattie, so good," I groan as my eyes threaten to close.

I bite into my lip as I rock my hips more against Matt's lap, I place my hands on my back as I push onto my hips, trying to hold myself in place just in case of any pain that might threaten my back after this.

"Yes," I barely whisper with a grin as I feel my spot being probed again.

I keep thrusting lazily into him, watching his every move, the every line which appears on his face, watching a bead of sweat running over chin, down his neck.

"You too, darling." I reply in a lower voice than normal, "You too."

I'm struggling to keep this leisurely pace now, I just want to move faster as the pleasure builds insidse me.

I'm starting to rock more against his lap as I can feel the pleasure building, even though I want to slow myself down to keep this whole deep, slow and sensual act going.

"Baby," I laugh, "I don't think we can... go slow and sens.. oh..." I move my hands down to Matt's knees and grip onto them.

This position is so much better! I can feel the curve of his arousal poking at me prostate, sending insane shock waves up my spine, causing me to twitch now.

I laugh as I agree with him, "Not really."

I begin to pick up the pace, hoping he'll warn me if I'm hurting him or the babies. Rather than enjoying the fact I'm inside him once again, fuck the consequences.

"But shh, we don't need to tell anyone..."

My hands move to his thighs, running along them before taking hold of his weeping cock, running my fingers along his length.

"Mmm, Matt," I let slip out as I just roll with the pace he is going at now.

I know I am not going to last very long at all once he keeps his pace up. I haven't had any sexual contact with my Matt for almost three weeks, and that's a long time for us. I'm not going to last long, I know this. And I think Matt does too.

"I know baby, me too." I say, my voice fragmented by the heavy breathing.

I continue moving into him at the harsh rate, my hand now gripping his cock to jerk him off along the way. I'm struggling to keep my eyes open now, desperate to look at him yet desperate to just lay back and enjoy the waves of pleasure creeping up on me.

"Oh God, Zee..."

"Matt, I...ahh.." I let out as I start to bounce up and down on his lap more.

I knew that it was going to be no use us keeping up this slow pace, maybe next time when we are so tired we can barely keep out eyes open.

"Sorry Matt, can't hold out, anymore..." I barely whisper as I close my eyes at let my head collapse onto Matt's shoulder.

My God, this feels so amazing.

"S'okay, baby, not like this is the last time we'll ever do this." I say, half laughing.

I'm close to my release too, it's crept up on me quicker than I'd expected. I'd be embarassed if I didn't know Zacky was close too. I move against him, aiming for his prostate with my final thrusts, wanting to bring him to the best orgasm he can remember. My lips find his hair, whispering words about how amazing he is.

I moan with every rock on my hips against Matt's thighs.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!" I'm now screaming rather than moaning as I feel my release smash into me like a hide speed train crashing into the side of my car.

I throw my head back in pleasure now, my back arching and my nails scrapping at Matt's shoulders as I feel a hand milking me dry.

I sudden as I can feel every single rough part of Matt's hand against my delicate cock.

"Oooooooooooh..."

Just hearing his words, seeing the looks he's giving me tip me over the edge. I feel like every ounce of fucking sanity I have is leaving me with the sheer intensity of the pleasure I'm feeling right now.

I myself have never been quite so theatrical with my orgasms, usually just heavy low moans and tensing everything in me but Zacky's are just a thing of insane beauty. They do crazy things to me.

The pleasure flowing through me causes me to cry out his name as I fall back against the sofa cushions, riding out the remains of my climax.

"Oh Godddd."

"I know."

I sigh again and climb off of Matt's lap, collapsing to his side on the sofa, our legs entwined as I rest my own head against the back of the couch cushions.

"Man, I am so drained now," I laugh as I rest my nose against Matt's.

"But that was amazing."

"I'd almost forgotten how good it could be with us." I say, my voice dipping to a whisper for some unknown reason.

I peer across to the TV to see Marvin Gaye belting out 'Sexual Healing', I can't help the sudden bout of laughter which hits me. I wrap my hands round his waist, resting on his back, tapping along to the drumbeat of the song.

"So, did that make you feel better? Coz obviously you'ver been kinda... pregnant the past few weeks." I smirk, "Was that adequate sexual healing?"

"It was alright," I grin at him, joking obviously since I am nearly passing out from the insane shivering, feeling and Lord knows else what else I was doing.

"Yeah, it was amazing Mattie, better than buying me some flowers like all these Dad's to be normally do on these TV programmes. Thank you."

I kiss him again, closing my eyes as I rest my head against the cushions.

"Man Matt," I say with a yawn, "baby, you really wore me out," I laugh.

"Mm, does this mean I'm going to have to carry you to bed? Because I can't carry three people." I insist, "And I don't even think I could carry one people right now, I'm dead."

I cross my eyes and stick my tongue out at a stupid angle, "See. Dead."

I smirk at him and cuddle myself closer to him.

"Well, who said we had to go to bed?" I grin.

"I mean, I am quite content with just sleeping here all night, curled up with you, watching the sunset or sunrise, whatever we see first through the patio doors?"

I grin at him, hoping that he takes the hint that I just don't really want to move.

[[Once they get to sleep, shall we start a dreeeeeam with the twins?]]

"Sounds like a plan to me." I say, "I mean, we'll probably wake up stuck to the sofa in the morning but hey, tearing a layer of skin off never hurt anyone, right?"

I get myself comfortable on the sofa, my legs up over the end. I'm too long for this thing... for most things actually but now isn't the time to discuss my special attributes.

I bring Zacky into a sweet little goodnight kiss, "Love you."

I tickle across his stomach, "And I love you two as well. Can't wait to meet you!"

[[Sounds like a scheme.]]

I giggle a little as Matt tickles my stomach.

"And they can't wait to meet you either baby," I grin.

I lean over to Matt's lips and kiss them gently before getting myself comfortable on the couch,taking Matt's hand and placing it on my stomach, just to protect our babies. I know it's a silly gesture, but it makes me sleep better.

"I love you too Mattie," I say as I close my eyes and let myself drift off the sleep gently.

I don't let myself close my eyes until I'm sure he's comfortable and sleeping soundly. That and I just like to watch him as he sleeps. I know it's creepy but I've been with him for ten years, I think I'm allowed to be kinda creepy at times.

After a while, my eyes start feeling heavier and I can feel my vision going blurry. I close my eyes and nuzzle up as best I can with him. It's not long before I drift into a sound, contented sleep with the three most important people in the world to me.

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16 YEARS OR SO LATER

Well, the say the least. It has being an interesting number of years. The twenty year reunion at St. Luke's Reform School was... interesting, the crying and laughter that came from there, it was like the class of 1999 had never left. Big shocks came to those who hadn't kept in touch, like the death of the legendary Ms. Dalle, that was the biggest shock to everyone. But, the other biggest shock was the fact that Mick Morris was in fact married, to a woman! And in a steady job as an insurance sales man [well, I guess, he always was manipulative.]

Brian and Jacoby are still an unrequited love tale. Matt and Zacky are still the picture of perfect couple. The envy of everyone, including some of their kid's friend's parents so it would seem.

But, everyone is pretty close again now. Jacoby brought an apartment near the local high school, giving up a life in the city fighting terrorism and dangerous crimes for a more well rounded job as a Sergeant for the whole sector. Matt and Zacky still in the same careers as they were before, expect Zacky is now a professional classic car restorer. Something he has being aspiring to for many a years now. Brian is slowly coming down from his problems, and has managed to hold down a relationship with a lovely girl [straight out of college basically] called Jewel, they have even concerned marriage. Even though they both know that that's not what Brian wants.

So, here we are now, in the middle of the New York suburbs, schools just being let out and everything is buzzing, as per usual.

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"I swear Courtney, Jack was totally checking you out today in Biology," My close friend, Becky, says to me as we turn the corner down the corridor, she's got a big old grin on her face at the prospects of knowing the one of the hottest guys in our class was checking me out.

"Becky, please. Jack's dating that freak Melissa, y'know the one that literally threw Allison Marks against the wall because she stole her cherry lip gloss. Please, if that's what she does with an accessory, I don't want to know what she does when someone steals her man."

I ruffle up my hair and shift on my feet as we just stand and lean against the lockers. We do this every day after school, mainly to talk about all the shit that has happened in school that day. But also to wait for the senior boys to come past us in their basketball uniforms.

"But anyway, it's not like you couldn't have him. I mean, Melissa's a freak, and you're cool, calm and smooooth."

"OK. Something tells me you want something?" I say as I cross my arms over my chest and smirk at her, a smirk I inherited from my Dad Zee.

"Nothing much, really. Just... erm, a date with...um, Chris?"

"Euwww, fuck that Becky! I am not getting you a date with my brother! He's... my brother! Euwwww!" I shudder and bat my hands at my face with a look of disgust on my face.

I'm trying really hard to pay attention to what my teacher's saying to me right now. Something about how blowing up school toilets isn't a constructive use of my genius - what genius? I get 5 everytime I try to add 2 and 2 - and how I should try to be more like my sister. I can't take it in anymore, I'm too busy trying not to scream "BUT I'M NOT COURTNEY!"

"Chris, you're such a bright kid, you should be putting your mind to work on other things." Mrs. Gates says.

I nod, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, can I go now? Please?"

I flash her the smile which has got me off a thousand worse crimes in the past. I'm not a bad kid, I'm just bored in school and goofing off is far more entertaining than discussing physics.

Her face softens and she nods her head, "Okay, just... don't do it again."

"Thanks Mrs. G, you're a doll."

She narrows her eyes at me, maybe that went a little too far. I dart out of the classroom before she has any chance of bringing me back in again.

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But, but he's just, so cute..."

"Nah-ahhh-AHH!" I yell out as I shake my head with the same disgusted look on my face, "he's my brother. I do not need to hear this! OK? Please?"

Becky's face softens and she smiles at me. I know she does like Chris, but she's one of these girls that will like about three people at one time. Me shooting her down for Chris won't bother her too much... I hope.

"OK. Sorry hun, he's just..."

"Nah-ahh-AHHHH!" I illustrate my point this time by placing my hand on her mouth and glaring at her.

"Shhhhh..."

I walk down the hallway, attemtping to find any of my friends, typically they've all got out of hear as fast as they could. So much for loyalty, right? I walk along the corridor, planning to get hom, get online and scream madly at them all.

Then plot my next big plot.

Laxatives in the Sloppy Joes.

As I'm walking down the corridor, thinking about the next big plan, I end up walking straight into my sister and one of her many hot friends. I'm about ready to let loose on a vocal tirade when I stupidly look at the friend and my power of speech disappears again.

Damnit!

"Ooow, watch it you..." I start ready to yell at whoever has just walked into me, but I turn around to see the pierced, shocked looking face of my little brother, "Chris! What the hell are you still doing here?"

I cross my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes at him. He looks dumbstruck, his eyes are wide and he keeps looking at Becky.

Ooooh no. I know that look, he got the same one when Uncle Brian brought his new girlfriend round for dinner that time.

"Chris? Do you want to put your tongue back into your mouth? You're getting drool all over my new boots," I say before smirking a little.

Man, I am so good at making situations awkward.

I glare across at her. Just because she can talk to members of the opposite sex without dying of embarassment. I wish she was a lesbian. Then I'd... probably still have no way of getting back at her.

"Probably better than the dog shit you stepped in this morning." I say, resisting the temptation to stick my tongue out. That's not cool.

I turn back to Becky, rubbing at the back of my neck giving myself some kind of legitimate reason to look down. Not staring at her boobs. Nope. Never.

"Uh... hi Becky."

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