Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Assassin
Part: Chapter 5 of 27
Summary: Ass, sass and sin.  A young assassin does more 
than befriend people when he tries to get close to his 
targets.
Keywords: Mf, Mm, Mmf, oral, inc, toy, gay
Language: English
Copyright: 2009

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When I assumed my role as Roger Torrent in order to get 
close to some nasty people who didn't deserve to live I 
knew I would have a foster-sister.

I just didn't appreciate that she would be the 
resourceful, stubborn type who would complicate matters 
when she noticed me creeping across the roof late one 
night as I returned to my room.

It was a discovery that brought us both considerable 
pleasure - and me some grief.

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There was a hurried banging on my door and I opened to 
Anna's frazzled appearance.

"Where is it?"

"Socks drawer."

I think Anna might have been more disturbed that I had 
looked in her drawers than that her mother might have 
found the item in question - the compact model vibrator 
that I had presented to Anna the previous evening, 
together with a little entertaining tale.

She turned back to her room.  The venue wasn't right to 
discuss it further but the look I got suggested I would 
hear more later.

About all she did say in the walk from the car before we 
reached people who could overhear us was that I was an 
amazing storyteller.  I told her in turn that she was 
getting pretty amazing herself.

I guess the highlight of my day was when Kyra approached 
*ME* at one stage and invited me over to her house after 
school on Wednesday.  I think it was because I appeared 
politely interested in her while occasionally casting my 
eye toward her brother, Mark.

Tuesday night was a more subtle repeat of Monday.  This 
time Anna gave me a hand job while the vibrator was 
inside her; let me eat her to an orgasm; and then she 
used the vibrator again after swallowing my second load.

She didn't come a second time before I left but I think 
she was more than satisfied.  Anna was wearing me out - 
or might have been had she not realised she was fighting 
the stamina and resilience of a teenage male.

I think she doubted the group project I supposedly needed 
to spend a couple of hours on but Ma accepted it and even 
offered to pick me up from Mark and Kyra's house.

Wednesday itself was uneventful other than that Anna made 
her way home with a couple of friends she had been 
neglecting for the past week.  Apparently they were 
understanding that a boy would be grounds for a temporary 
behaviour change and had accepted her back into their 
company.

Mark drove and I sat in front with him, twisted to talk 
to Kyra in the back.  It meant that for much of the trip 
I was looking part way between the windscreen and Kyra - 
or just about were the driver was sitting.

Once again, both noticed but no comment was made.

The Pringle house wasn't quite a mansion - if you define 
mansions in terms of Buckingham Palace.

It was bigger than maybe four or five like the Jamieson's 
and, like those in its immediate area, was surrounded by 
a wall that ensured privacy and a remotely-controlled 
gate that filtered out those permitted to approach from 
the less desirable.

The door wasn't opened by a maid but she turned up almost 
immediately we entered and I was introduced (simply as 
"This is Roger") - she wasn't.

The hall was well designed.  It was impersonally 
welcoming rather than intimidating.  You got no clue as 
to who lived in the house but neither did you feel 
yourself outside the Principal's or CEO's office.  The 
obvious wealth was understated rather than being used to 
put the visitor in their place.

"Come on."

I was led down a passage to a room towards the back.  It 
was now easy to see why Mark played so well.  The full-
sized billiards table was centrally placed in a room that 
could have held its double and still allowed easy access 
for play.  Comfortable chairs were spread around and 
there were tables both to drink at and where you could 
have either a friendly or a serious game of cards.

"Beer?  Or something else?"

I looked at Kyra and raised my eyebrows.  "Something 
hot?"

She laughed.  "I can make you a cocktail."

"I'd better not go home drunk or smelling of booze."

"I can do a Vodka Martini - shaken *OR* stirred - or a 
Ball Wanger."

"Huh?"

"It has double the vodka of a Wall Banger."

"Just the Wall Banger thanks."

Kyra didn't bother asking what her brother would have but 
a drink soon appeared for him.  I watched Mark as he 
prepared the table.  It seemed a game was assumed and I 
had no objections.

"You want to break?"

I waved the concession to him.

Mark was quite fit and not unattractive - though with the 
money behind this property you'd take a good deal of 
abuse with the ugly stick before someone considered you 
even less than fair of face.  He must have had interest 
from the girls who saw him.  It was amazing that no-one 
had yet questioned their absence.

Kyra watched me watching Mark as I turned to select a 
cue.  She had a Mona Lisa smile - "Cat's got the cream," 
not happy but smug.

It would be interesting who broke first - and I didn't 
refer to the balls Mark left scattered over the table.  I 
took my turn, leaving Mark better off than he was before.  
He was looking at me when I lifted my eyes from the green 
fabric and I smiled at him.  We maintained an unusual eye 
contact for over a second before he turned to scan the 
balls instead.

Had I unsettled him?  It seemed so for his shot was, 
well, less than perfect.  My score moved forward as I 
took advantage of the opportune resting place of the cue 
ball.  Kyra remained silent; in fact our comments had 
simply been single word acknowledgements of a good play 
or self-deprecation on Mark's part for his mistake.

"Did you have to leave anyone behind when you shifted 
Roger?"

I turned to face Kyra.  "No-one serious."

"You still miss them though?"

"A bit.  I guess it doesn't help to mope.  People are 
friendly here."

"So you've found someone already?"

"I've met quite a few people I like - present company 
included.  I've asked one of the girls on my foster-
sister's soccer team to come to the Pool Hall with me 
Friday.  I hope that's all right."

Mark seemed to pause for a second.  Kyra though had a 
semi-shocked expression on her face."

"A girl?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh, I don't know.  I thought..."

"Hmm?  What?"

"Leave it Ky."  Mark was intent on the ball at the end of 
his cue.

"No, it's all right.  What did you think Kyra?"

"Well you've been looking at Mark like I've seen the 
other guys look at a hot girl."

"It's not a safe town to be gay in."

Now Mark turned and looked at me.

"No.  We don't have a lot of tolerance for queers."

"Which is why it's so nice there are so many charming 
ladies one can ask out."

I saw Mark considering the consequences of linking my 
statements together.  Kyra had already done so behind my 
back.

"Camouflage!"

"Not entirely.  I *DO* like girls but.."  I ran my eyes 
over Marks torso."

"How did you know?  I've been careful."

"You could be more so.  When was the last time you went 
on a date without a group around?"

Mark couldn't give me an answer.

"So do you like him?"  Kyra wasn't about to let an 
opportunity for her brother to have a little love slip by 
for the want of any directness.

"I like you both."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, twins.  Hello.  Fantasy Island."

"Isn't that supposed to be with two blonde bimbos?"

"Okay you're not blonde and I suspect you're anything but 
bimbos."

"So, what?  You want us to jump into bed with you and be 
your little slut toys?"

"Hey, can we roll the conversation back a bit before you 
wanted to string me up?  And..."  I pointed at the open 
door.

"Don't worry.  Sound doesn't travel well out of this room 
and an open door means there isn't an ear within sight."

I had to bow to Mark's greater knowledge.

"Let's take this upstairs," declared Kyra suddenly and 
she led the way out the door assuming all the while that 
we would follow.

I grabbed my bag and walked with Mark, the game left 
unfinished on the table.

Up a much more stately staircase than I ascended most 
nights, Kyra stopped outside a door and ushered me in.

It is amazing how people who know the way will defer to 
someone who has no idea.  Is it just so the stranger 
isn't left behind or so they can't plunge a knife in from 
behind?  At least I had nowhere to go but an en suite and 
a walk in robe when I actually entered Kyra's bedroom.

This time the door *WAS* closed and locked and we sat 
together in a "private lounge" over by the windows.

"How do you know we won't say anything?"

"For the same reason I won't say anything about Mark.  
Self-preservation.  You think this isn't the first time 
I've had to find the guts to make a move which might get 
me beaten up or worse?"

"Have you been with many...others?"

"Men?  An older guy and a friend - that's all.  A couple 
of girls.  Nothing long term."

Kyra looked at Mark.  She had been asking most of the 
questions but it was his decision, his choice not hers.

I shifted over to the seat beside Mark and moved my face 
closer to his.  He could have backed away at any time; 
simply signalled unconsciously even, that he wasn't 
interested - but he didn't.

Our kiss was as tender as my first with Anna had been.  
His lips parted and our tongues fought just a little 
before we sat back.

"Dad will kill me this time."

Was that an emphasis on the "me"?

"Not if he doesn't find out.  Come here Roger."

Kyra stood and I took my place beside her.  She moved 
into my arms and gave every sign I was to kiss her too.  
It wasn't half bad!  I enjoy the pneumatic quality of a 
girl's chest pressed to my body.  It is a unique 
experience - one I cannot even begin to compare to 
anything but another girl.

"Mmm.  You kiss nicely."

"I guess that's what I've been doing the most of."

"Mark?  How do you feel watching Roger kiss me?"

"I don't know.  A little jealous or maybe envious."

"Envy I can handle.  If Dad was to think Roger was 
screwing me, what do you think he'd do?"

"Depends if it was what you wanted.  If it wasn't, Roger 
would be about eight inches shorter."

"Seven tops," I answered.

"If you did want him," he continued, "I think Roger would 
get a little talk about not disappointing you and a blind 
eye so long as you didn't go around scaring the women-
folk.  All I *GET* are talks about not disappointing 
him!"

"He's aware then?"

Mark nodded.  "There was someone - elsewhere - and then 
he wasn't around any more and I've been under Dad's more 
watchful eye ever since."

"If Roger is in *MY* room Dad's not going to pay the same 
sort of attention is he?" pointed out Kyra.

"He doesn't have security cameras on you?" I asked, 
looking up at the corners of the ceiling.  I had already 
checked that on entering the room.  I wouldn't have 
kissed Mark unless I knew there were none.

"If he does there's been no sign of them.  No.  The 
outside is secured but behind the doors *HE* doesn't want 
any evidence of what he does."

"Mark!"  Kyra was obviously worried her brother would say 
too much.

"I don't care.  If Roger is in town for very long he's 
going to hear about Dad.  If he's going to come around 
here he'd better know sooner than later to stay out of 
Dad's way as much as possible and to forget anything he 
does see."

"It's still unwise to say things."

"If he's listening in how safe is it going to be to think 
about fucking here or anywhere else?"

Kyra thought and nodded agreement.

"Hey," I started.  "If you two are fooling around you can 
mark me down as suckered 'cause if you're not then I 
think I'd just as soon stay ignorant of whatever it is 
your father wouldn't want me knowing."

"Coward," grinned Mark.  He was thawing enough to tease 
me.

"Come over here and say that."

He did and found himself in a tight embrace.  There was 
nothing hostile about it - precisely the opposite - and I 
could feel him harden against my crotch.  I don't know if 
girls notice it as much but, when your own erection is 
filling the space behind your zipper, another boy's hard-
on is very obvious.

Of course there are few circumstances off the sporting 
arena where purely hetero males get to find that out.  
Actually I can't think of any.

Kyra watched kiss turn into kiss.  "God you two make me 
so hot.  Excuse me."

She disappeared into her bathroom.

Mark and I stood in each other's arms.  "Do you fool 
around with each other at all?  I mean I've got no hang 
ups about a girl and her bro' having a little fun 
together or just watching each other spanking the monkey.  
I just wondered if things could get weird with us all 
together - you know, are either of you going to get 
uncomfortable?"

"Kyra did ask to see me jerk off a couple of times when 
we were younger but when I wasn't interested in watching 
her do the same she stopped asking."

"From her reaction I guess she's still interested 
though."

"I guess."

"I have to say I would watch...and show.  What do *YOU* 
like though?  You're built nicely."  I rubbed his crotch 
with a wayward hand."

"That's nice.  I haven't really done a lot.  Dad saw to 
that.  You do realise you could be in some danger?"

"I'll simply have to be Kyra's boyfriend then.  That's no 
hardship if she's interested.  She's quite good looking 
and I like her."

"That's nice to know.  I like you too."

"You weren't really supposed to hear."

"Better to hear a good review than pretend not to hear a 
bad one."

Kyra came back into the bedroom having "changed into 
something comfortable".

"How much do you really like girls Roger?  Really."

"Well there is a lot to be said in favour of them.  If 
they came with a prick they'd be perfect."

"So you only want me for my prick then?"

"Mark honey!  Give me a chance to show you and you'll be 
glad I love Dick!"

"I don't mind it either," said Kyra.

"How about pussy?" I asked.

"No.  Just hard dicks."

"Only one queer in this family," responded Mark.

"Oh the way Kyra's hinting, she might like a little queer 
in her."

"How can you be queer if you're fucking a girl?"

"Well maybe that's the 'little' bit."

"If it's little I don't know if I want it."

"Oh, I'll vouch for him.  It's more than adequate."

"Why don't you let him show me himself?  Or better yet 
why don't you both get them out and show me who stands 
proudest?"

Mark was hesitant so I ended all wavering by grabbing his 
belt with one hand and pulling his zip down with the 
other.  (One would normally *NEVER* stick one's fingers 
down the front of a male friend's pants and expect to 
live.)

He stood there and I loosened his buckle before 
straightening so he could do the same for me.  A shrug 
and I felt his fingers brush the head of my prick.  
Zipper down, belt undone and my pants were falling.  I 
finished the job on his and we stood there together, our 
boxers barely hiding our hard pricks.

I pulled Mark back onto the settee and kissed him again, 
sneaking my hand into his shorts and grasping him, flesh 
on flesh for the first time.  It must have been a while 
for him and he obviously liked finding a sympathetic 
hand.

I created an opening and pulled him through.  Kyra looked 
with fond interest at her brother and then raised an 
eyebrow in my direction.  Watching what he did, Mark soon 
had me out as well and we leaded back so Kyra could judge 
the size of our towers.

"Mark is longer but Roger's thicker though there is 
little in it either way."

"And what about you then?  How about you and I compare 
nipple size?"

Kyra laughed, the laugh changing slightly when I reached 
for Mark and began stroking him while watching her.  She 
slipped her top off and reached behind to release the 
clasp.  While her eyes only moved to shift from my hand 
to Mark's as he reciprocated, Kyra let her bra fall to 
the floor.

"Now Mark, my friend, if you can not appreciate such a 
glorious sight as that - even if Kyra is your sister - 
then you are missing out on one of life's not so little 
pleasures."  I beat his meat a little faster, an action 
Kyra was well aware of.

Mark wasn't about to offend his sister with as poor a 
comment as "she's alright I suppose" but I doubted his 
sincerity a little when he came out with "She's 
fantastic!"

If Mark had thought a buxom wench truly fantastic, I 
doubt I would have been sharing a sofa with him.  Still, 
I added "Beautiful!" which pleased Kyra.  She probably 
didn't believe Mark either.

"What do you like to do Roger?" asked Mark, belatedly 
passing my own query back to me.

"Oral, giving and taking; I don't mind being your bitch 
if you're sensible about it - I do want to be able to sit 
down next day.  I'd rather pump pussy than ass but I 
don't object if that's what you like and I love the taste 
of sweet pussy."

"Would you suck on me?"

"Sure, though I'd appreciate it if you freshened up 
first."

Mark considered that only fair.  While he made use of his 
sister's bathroom, his sister stole his seat.  I reached 
out and lifted a breast a size bigger than Anna's and 
weighed it in my hand.

"Kyra, you are quite beautiful, especially like that.  
You should consider wearing just that to school."

"It would cause a stir, wouldn't it."

"Might set a new fashion trend.  Then Mark and I would 
really be able to tell who preferred hard cock."

"Yours is nice and hard."  Kyra took it and moved her 
hand up and down while I found her nipple with thumb and 
finger.  We were close together; we kissed.

Mark and I had both had fun kissing but Kyra really put 
an effort into it.  I guess that, with her having had sex 
and then virtually sworn an oath of chastity, I was too 
great a temptation.  Mark came back while her tongue was 
still exploring my tonsils and stood watching us.  His 
still damp member poked through his boxers and I let Kyra 
go to take hold of it and pull him nearer my face.

The kiss ended and I turned and swallowed Mark's knob 
mere centimetres from Kyra's face.  If she found his 
jerking off and our mutual hand jobs interesting then how 
did this make her feel?  From her hand, quite hot!

I let Mark ease from between my lips and he bounced a 
little as he dropped free.  I turned back to Kyra and 
waited.  Would she dare?

Eye contact - so important - she didn't turn away but she 
did blink first and when I made the slightest movement 
towards her she closed the gap and drove her tongue back 
into my mouth.  I couldn't taste any trace of Mark so I'm 
sure Kyra couldn't.  It was all psychological anyway.  I 
was allowing her to blow her brother by proxy and I was 
letting Mark have his sister blow him without having to 
be "contaminated" by a girl.

I knew there was no accounting for personal preference 
but you could perform outside those boundaries and still 
have fun.  Case in point: I would make Mark come and 
swallow every drop I could.  He would be happy and 
perhaps Kyra would lick my tongue clean and satisfy some 
incestuous urge she was unaware of.  I would do it 
without hesitation but I might wish for something a 
little more heavily flavoured than a wallbanger 
afterwards.

Kyra let me go and leaned even closer as I took Mark ever 
deeper into my mouth.  I could see her swallow the excess 
saliva produced by her sympathy; her desire to do the 
same.  I didn't release him right away but sucked on the 
end so he moaned, then slid my lips down as far as I 
could take him.

Despite my tales to Anna, I doubted I could deep throat 
anyone.  It wasn't that the spirit wasn't willing but 
rather that the flesh - in the form of my gag reflex - 
was far too strong.

But if his knob couldn't enter the passage to my stomach, 
it could keep knocking on the door.

Kyra stood and I was aware of her shucking skirt, and 
pantyhose, and knickers.  I was well aware of safe sex 
and the consequences of not using a condom but Kyra had 
been celibate long enough for any symptoms to have 
appeared and been treated.  As nothing had been reported 
for her or her only partner I did the wrong thing and 
took a chance when she got me to lie down on the sofa so 
she could straddle my waist.

My head was on the arm which was a bit lower than Mark 
had been but by bending his knees - which gave him more 
thrust anyway - he could put his hips and back into his 
action.  I saw Kyra over me; felt her hand on my prick.  
I knew what was coming and had no interest in stopping 
it.

Kyra held her lips apart and moved her hips in a tight 
circle till our parts engaged properly and then she sat, 
sliding down around my prick.  I pressed one hand against 
her breast while the other softly jiggled the balls in 
Mark's sack.  I had won; all was successful and ahead of 
schedule!

Kyra fucked me hard, her butt slamming into my thighs 
after every third or fourth bounce.  She leaned forward, 
resting her hands on my shoulders and allowing me to 
better cup her breast.  It also put her arm against 
Mark's thighs and brought her face close to the other 
action once again.

She was hectic; excited both by the first hard prick 
inside her for many months and by the show Mark and I 
were putting on for her.  I could feel her coming and let 
myself come with her.  "Simultaneous" was often merely 
the perception of "overlap" and could be planned to some 
degree.

I didn't try to bring a third person into the shared 
orgasm though.  Mark would have to wait a little unless 
watching the two of us in ecstasy had an effect. It 
didn't though I'm sure I sucked like never before.

Kyra clamped down on me - hard - and I must have been 
like the partly blocked hose I had described to Anna but 
with the pressure turned up, spewing wildly through the 
remaining opening.  She collapsed onto me, her cheek by 
the back of my head.  I could feel the two bumping 
together as Mark fucked my mouth.

Did Kyra understand *WHY* she was being hit repeatedly?

I rubbed behind Mark's balls; his asshole could wait 
until some other time.  He thrust harder and I could feel 
his balls tensing in readiness to be drained 
unproductively.  It was my turn to experience what Anna 
had willingly done for me over each of the last two 
nights.

She was doing it out of affection, perhaps love.  I 
though was being paid and this was just part of what I 
had to do to earn that money.  I was a male prostitute, a 
whore like any other.  I knew it as I knew my assignment 
was important.  Sex was an end to a means - the enjoyment 
I felt a bonus and the activities beyond my boundaries a 
necessary price.  I wasn't paid for sex; I was paid for 
results.

I *WOULD* be paid!

Mark might not have been having sex with anyone else but 
his load, when it came, showed he was at least keeping 
his own hand busy.  I didn't mind - if I'd had to take a 
year or so's unreleased semen I'd have been swallowing 
for hours.

Kyra had recovered enough to look at what was going on 
and I watched her from the corner of my eye until the 
strain started hurting.

Her eyes tracked Mark's retreating and wilting log then 
they came back to my face where a little of his pearl jam 
decorated my lips.  I opened my mouth to briefly show the 
contents, swallowed and showed her again.  Then I licked 
my lips and waited.

Kyra took longer this time and resisted the gentle 
pressure of my hands on her back until she defeated 
herself and pressed her lips to mine.  She kept them 
closed and I poked my tongue into the gap, rubbing the 
front of her teeth with the tip.  Eventually she dropped 
even this defence and sucked my tongue into her mouth.

The taste must have been acceptable - I'll admit he was 
sweeter than I'd expected and less bitter though I insist 
I'm not a connoisseur. 

Having coped with my tongue in her mouth, Kyra inserted 
hers into mine where the residual flavour was stronger.

Kyra was tasting, swallowing in tiny amounts, her 
brother's seed.  I have to admit that did turn me on 
although a little too late and I wondered if I could get 
him - purely as an experiment to see if he could tell us 
apart - to maybe fill her mouth directly.

Kyra climbed off of me - she was leaking around my limp 
noodle and surveyed, not so much the damage, but my 
reduced state.  I got a quick peck and then she reclaimed 
her bathroom.

"That was fantastic.  Thanks."  This time I believed the 
term.

"It was, wasn't it.  When I said I had a fantasy about 
twins I wasn't really serious but now I guess my 
imagination is likely to go wild."

"I'll have to do you sometime."

"I'd better not come over tomorrow and Friday I've got a 
date for the Pool Hall.  Saturday after the "Sharp Angle" 
is a possibility though I'll probably have a date for 
that as well."

"Two dates!  You must like her."

"No.  Oh, I do but it's two different hers."

"How come?"

"It's my new foster family.  You might know Anna - 
Jamieson? - she's back a year.  If I don't have a date 
she'll pester me to let her go with me.  If I stick to 
one girl *SHE'LL* expect me to get serious.  If I take 
advantage of the fact I'm new in town and just trying to 
get to know people without tying myself down straight 
away I'm not likely to offend anyone other than maybe my 
first date.  And the kicker is, everyone sees me with 
these girls and suddenly I'm a stud and no-one but no-one 
is going to believe I like my sex convex rather than 
concave."

"I hadn't thought of that angle."

"Well you'd better do something though it would mean 
you'd have to kiss them and maybe grab a tit or ass.  If 
you don't the girls will gossip - just ask Kyra if they 
don't!"

"Why don't you just say you're dating Kyra?"

"I probably can in a couple of weeks if that's what she's 
happy with.  I date a couple of the younger ones; find 
them immature.  Kyra's had a chance to see my good points 
and hey presto!"

"Just like that hey?"  Kyra had a bad habit of listening 
at her bathroom door.

"Just one possible scenario.  Certainly one I wouldn't 
mind in the least.  You're fun to be with - even with 
your clothes on.  You look good - even with your clothes 
off.  You're a great kisser - sorry Mark, she could give 
you pointers - and you're horny enough to wear me out 
which would be a lovely way to die.  P-l-u-s, you have a 
gorgeous hunk for a brother and don't mind sharing me 
with him.  Now that is the sort of girlfriend I have only 
ever dreamed about."

"And what happens to that horny almost girlfriend while 
you're out with your other girls?"

"I get invited around occasionally.  Maybe Mark steals 
one of my girls and you console me?  I help you with your 
itch and who knows."

I made a show of checking my watch.  I was standing there 
in my shirt and my socks with my prick contributing to 
the dampness of my boxers.  Mark wasn't much better 
although his underwear wasn't covered in pussy juice.

"I'd better call for my ride and then clean up if that's 
okay.  If it was bad me smelling of alcohol I can only 
imagine the lecture if the car smells of nothing but 
pussy and cum by the time we get out."

"Sure.  And you'll be back Saturday night?"

"Hmm.  I'll have to see what's doing but Sunday may be 
more likely."

The ball was rolling - and with a little guidance it 
would pick up speed.

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