He his him over and over as he was once again crying and begging him to stop, but he just kept on hitting him till almost every inch of his ass was re... or had welts. He was shaking and crying begging and trying to negotiate and when his brother stopped he sighed in relief until Anthony spread Kevin’s cheeks and beat his asshole with the belt. Kevin didn’t know which hurt worse having his brother fuck him or him beating his asshole but luckily there were no neighbors around or they would have. “Maybe, a bit I suppose,” she admitted reluctantly.“So why did you jump off my lap? Didn’t you like the feeling?’“It was okay, I was surprised that’s all. Anyway, what did you expect me to do?”“I don’t know. What would you like to have done?”She would have liked to stay on his lap a little longer to satisfy her curiosity about what had happened but she was too embarrassed to admit that to her uncle. “I don’t know,” she said, “why should I want to do anything?”“You might have wanted to touch. I failed, more often than not but all Mom ever did, when she caught me, was to scowl and roll her eyes. Aunt Karen usually blushed but, as her skin darkened, that became more and more difficult to see.And that was all that happened. Away from the beach, we all dressed in typical tourist garb. We spent our time out of the sun swimming in the hotel's pool, where they both wore both halves of their bikinis, or seeing some of the sights of the island or just sitting in the lounge chairs on the. We can talk tomorrow? Paul said finally. He poured the rest of his drink down the sink and walked from the house. He would be gone all night. Paul drove to the Sheraton out by the sports complex and checked in. While he knew he could leave her and never look back (much), he wondered if he had underestimated Melissa. He had dinner in the room and watched the late news. Melissa didn’t try to call his cell phone once. Paul respected that, it showed a little maturity. He spent a fitful night.