Chapter 1

“Damn, honey ... you really know how to get me hooked!” I exclaimed as I drove deeper inside Anastassia’s sweet ass.

“Well, you know that I’m hooked on you, papi, because I’ve never given up the culo before! That’s my anal cherry that you’re taking right now!” Anastassia proudly informed me while really pushing back at me with her sweet booty and hips.

“So, I’m your addiction, then? Maybe we should get married, then, if you can handle my kinky, lecherous ways! Fair warning, in case you missed it, good Catholic girl, I’m a bit of a heathen. Or maybe you’d prefer to move to girlfriend status first, in case you have doubts about me. Of course, it’s fun being your fuckbuddy, too, don’t get me wrong! I’ll never tire of you, my Latin cutie,” I warned Anastassia.

“Um ... oh, God ... Dios mio! Fuck, that feels ... sooo good! I’m not a purely good Catholic girl, or I wouldn’t let you ten feet nearer my asshole, let alone without a wedding band or at least an engagement ring. Luckily for you, papi ... I need this dick too much to ever give it up! Ever! Please promise me, no matter what happens, that you’ll always fuck me. I’ll make you the same promise, here and now, papi!” Anastassia said.

“Sure thing, sweetie, but does this mean even if you get married to someone else? Or I do?” I stipulated.

“God ... yes ... yes ... yes! I just ... can’t ... give ... this ... up! Especially ... in ... my ... ass! This is ... your ass ... forever!” Anastassia declared to my complete shock, a true pleasant surprise if there ever was one.

“Good to know,” I slapped her bottom while I plundered it some more and was now balls deep inside her tush.

“Cum inside me ... claim this ass as yours ... please ... por favor!” Anastassia begged me as she creamed herself with my cock drilling her derriere.

I emptied my balls inside Anastassia’s tight, sweet asshole and pulled out, preparing to piss when she followed me into the john at my house (yes, I said house ... long story there).

“I already knew that you weren’t the faithful type, Victor. Any girl with half a brain can see that much. No offense, just saying ... a girl has three choices with a man like you. One option is to keep you at arm’s length, good for only sex, nothing else. Eventually, the lady plans for someone like you to take the hint and make your exit so that serious suitors can emerge.

“The second is to have nothing to do with you at all, beyond the platonic at most. The third, quite frankly, is to just ... accept what we can’t change about you. To take whatever comes with the territory, papi. Care to guess which door I’m using now? Full disclosure, I’m not too sure that I’m the faithful type, either. It would be easier, in many ways, if I was, like my sisters, but I have real doubts that one man can satisfy me. I must have taken after Dad. One of us girls was bound to do so in a household with no boys.

“Anyway, another reason why I suspect that much is that I ... have ... kind of a ... boyfriend. Yeah, I said that. We’ve dated for quite a while, and while we’ve had our outs and such, been on breaks, etc ... deep down, he’s still my boyfriend, okay? I just can’t ... bring myself to cut him loose. I can’t. Period. It’s just ... not in me.

“So, you see, in a way, this arrangement, it just works for us. You and me at least. Ultimately, if he thought about it, it would work for Oswald, too. That’s his name. Gerd Oswald Bierbauer. He’s ... German. Bavarian. Son of a German vice-consul. I don’t even know how that’s gonna work out, unless he stays in America.

“He’s Catholic, which does give him kinda an edge over you, though I think that you’re halfway there in your ... ancestry, right? What is your ancestry and faith, anyway? You’re ... pure heathen, are you?” Anastassia assured me as I started the shower and we prepared to wash each other clean.

“Lebanese father, Orlando Jew for a mother. Yes, I said Orlando. As in, she worked for Walt Disney World for years. Long story on that. Victor Samuel Habib. Full name, in case you ever wondered. So, yes, my old man, he’s Catholic. Mom, not so much. Reform Jew, though she does go to temple regularly. Yes, they got married, no, not in the church or in the temple, to the dismay of my grandparents ... on both sides.

“I was both baptized and circumcised, just in case, to give me ... more of a choice. They didn’t want me to face the knife as a grown boy or man, you know. I might get nervous and the mohel would have a tougher time doing the job right. They stayed married until Dad took a dirt nap back in Beirut. Damn civil war...

“Dad caught a bullet from a Syrian in a dispute that was never made clear to me. Knowing Dad, it was over a woman. Dad never could keep it in his pants. It just usually didn’t backfire on him ... not until 1988, when I was twelve. He wasn’t even a combatant, just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Anyway, so Mom waits a good couple of years and then remarries to this complete WASP type, very different from me or my old man.

“Fast forward to 1994, when this cute little blonde is brought home from the hospital by Mom and Gary, after more than three years of trying. Let’s just say that they availed themselves of the new wave of fertility drugs, and my middle-aged mother became Mommy all over again to my baby half-sister. Little Amy. Some siblings resent the newborns, but not me. Seventeen years as an only child was quite long enough, thank you very much,” I beamed as I remembered the birth of my loving sister.

“You’re ... a little closer to your kid sister than you let people know, aren’t you? Are you two ... lovers, by any chance?” Anastassia asked me directly while I washed and caressed her naked flesh.

“You want the truth or a comfortable lie? And for that matter, does Oswald want the truth or the lie?” I challenged my fuckbuddy now.

“I’ll take that as a yes. You ... and Amy ... lovers! Kinda hot. Is that why neither of you have ever left home. I mean, hey, she’s twenty-five. You’re forty-three. Almost eighteen years her senior. Old enough to be a second father instead of just a big brother. You’re ... extremely protective of your baby sister, aren’t you? As for Oswald, I don’t honestly know what he wants yet,” Anastassia observed more details about my incestuous bond with my sweet sister, Amy.