Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2010 20:00:56 -0500
From: lawzo24@graffiti.net
Subject: Sean Slater Returns [2]

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"SEAN!" Jean screamed as she answered to the door to her son. She hadn't
seen him in over 15 months and he looked exactly the same- except a little
thinner and with a haircut. "I just can't believe this?" She pulled him
through the door, and he dropped his bag on the floor. He was a little
taken aback. She looked at him in the eyes and touched his face with her
cold hands. "Is it really you? Oh Sean!".

"Who is it?" A voice that was familar to Sean it made him quiver. He hadn't
seen his sister since he'd done a runner but he'd wanted to keep in
contact. He just couldn't. "Oh.." Stacey Slater's voice dropped as she
clocked eyes on the brother who had abanded her 15 months ago. How things
would have been different if Sean had been here. To protect her.

Sean was taken aback to see that Stacey had a big pregnancy bump. "Your.. "
he was stunned. Bradley walked into the room, clocked eyes on Sean and
rolled his eyes. Sean wanted to deck the cheeky little shit.

"I am" Stacey said. She showed no emotion and Sean was surprised. He
thought Stacey would be screaming and shouting. "I am 6 months pregnant and
I'm glad my brother is here to protect me". Her voice began to drop and
Stacey ran into his arms. He was stunned.

"What the fuck has gone on here? I feel like something major has
happened..?" Sean's voice showed a hint of anger, despair and knowing. He'd
heard about the death of Archie Mitchell but he had no idea who had done
it. He couldn't give a shit either- Archie was a piece of scum who deserved
to have died? But how did it link to Stacey and what she feeling?

"How long have you got?" Stacey said. Her big brown eyes looked at Sean and
Sean knew in an instant that something terrible had happened.  * "Get me a
fucking beer and make it fucking fast!" Sean shouted as he barged into R&R
club. It was 11.30pm and the bar was crawling with customers. Some of the
locals such as Chelsea Fox and Darren Miller were stating him out, shocked
and disgusted at the way he was behaving. The pretty young barmaid, who he
did not recongise, looked scared. "NOW!" he added as a final touch.

"What the fuck do you think your doing? Waltzing into MY club and demanding
to be served? Your barred" Jack Branning was as cool as cucumber as he
spoke to former enemy Sean Slater. The pair went back a long way but right
now Sean couldn't be doing with his bullshit.

Sean wasn't being spoken to like this. He wasn't a piece of shit that was
stuck to the bottom of Jacks shoe. "Don't fucking bar me. Just give me a
fucking drink. Do you have the slighest FUCKING IDEA what the hell is going
on in here?" Sean asked Jack as he pointed to his head "If you don't
fucking give me a drink, I'm going to hurt you..!".

Jack laughed cruelly in Sean's face. The barmaid looked like she had pissed
her pants and began to cry. She was comforted by Chelsea Fox- a former shag
of Sean's. He must admit she looked pretty fucking hot in her hot pink boob
tube.

"Your a cunt" Chelsea cursed at him as she hugged the blonde barmaid.

"Come into my office" Jack spoke. It wasn't a demand but it wasn't just
talk either. Sean relucantly followed him into the offfice. As soon as the
door was closed, Sean let rip.

"Did you fucking know that my sister was raped by that piece of scum Archie
Mitchell! And that she has bipolar disease and is pregnant? I've missed all
fucking this over some stupid tart who got pregnant and had some shitty
little brat!".

Jack punched Sean in the face. "You refer to my daughter Amy as a 'shitty
little brat' again I will fucking kill you. Now fucking listen up because
what I am going to say I'm only going to say once. You geddit?"

Sean looked gingerly into Jacks eye. His nose was bleeding and he rubbed it
with the sleeve of his shirt. He stunk a little from his fucking session
with Ryan in the toilets but he didn't give a shit.

Jack sat down on the side of his desk. "Archie Mitchell is dead. Gone and
buried and everyone is fucking glad. I did not know that he raped Stacey or
that the baby was his. I assumed it was Bradley's which is what I was
told.."

Sean went to but in with a "but" but Jack gave him a look so he stopped.

"However, Archie was a piece of a shit who deserved everything that was
coming to him. The way he treated his own fucking family. He was a disgrace
of a fucking man". Jack smiled a horrific but arousing smile and Sean
knew. He had killed before and he knew that Jack was a dangerous man.

"You.. killed him?" Sean added "You killed Archie Mitchell?"

Jack smiled. "I did. And then I went to my flat and had sex with the
hottest and most flexible escort in town. On Archie Mitchell of course"

"Shit" was all Sean could muster. "You really killed him?"

"Oh don't play Mr fucking Innocent here Sean" Jack laughed a little as he
stood up and faced Sean. They were the same height and Sean could feel the
heaving breathing of Jack on his face. "If you were here it would have been
you".

Sean didn't deny that. He couldn't deny that. He properly would have killed
Archie and it would have been more brutal then the fucking queen vic bust.

"Tell me" Jack said. He leaned forward into Seans ears and whispered "Tell
me about when you killed a man".  The hot breath plus the scent of Jack's
aftershave was making Sean seriously aroused. Jack looked at him
expenctiatly as he sat back on his desk.

"It was simple really. He disrepected my family so I killed him" Sean
walked closer to Jack who was sitting on the desk. Jack opened his legs a
little and Sean stood inbetween them. Jack closed them again, trapping Sean
inside his legs.

Jack leant over his desk and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He drank a
drop and offered the bottle to Sean. He most certaintly did not
decline. "Tell me" Jack began "How you killed him"

"I stole his car" Sean began and he realised that Jack was undoing his
shirt and he become even more aroused. "Then I lured him to the woods to
come and collect it and.. Holy shit" Sean moaned as Jacks wet tounge began
sucking on his nipple, which became erect in an instant.

Jack looked up at Sean and winked at him. Sean carried on.

"He was crying. Telling me to give back his car and that he was sorry for
having sex with my 14 year old sister. He was 19. Fucking pervert and
holy.. mother.. christ" Jack had reached into Sean's jeans and trousers and
grabbed his erect pole.

"It's wet. You had some fun already?" Jack said eagerly. Sean was still
encased in his legs and could feel Jacks own erection on his legs. He had
no idea that Jack was like this.

"Yes" Sean didn't even try to hide it. He had already had sex with a hunky
man tonight.

"Excellent" Jack smiled. He began masturbating Sean's 7 inch cut penis. He
hadn't touched a cock in a couple of weeks and he was gagging. The last
time he'd had cock was the night he murdered Archie Mitchell in coldblood
and then fucked Darren Miller in Archie's own bed. What a fucking result
that was. "Carry on"

"He pulled out a gun. He was going to shoot me... then I punched it out of
his hands and forced him to suck my cock" Sean groaned as Jacks strokes on
his vunerable cock got harder. The button Sean's jeans fell off and his
jeans dropped around his ankle. Jack stopped stroking on Sean's cock whilst
he undone he ripped off his own shirt.

"Mmm nice" Jack looked seductivaly at Sean as he pulled his own trousers
down. He was wearing a pair of Armani pants which showed of his huge bulge.

"He protested at first but I pushed him harder onto my cock.. Then I think
he enjoyed it. He began wanking me.. then he stood up and kissed me. I
punched him on the floor and got him naked and fucked the shit out of
him.. So fucking tight and he.. shit.. he loved it" Jack had placed Seans
cold hand onto his cock whilst Jack took hold of Sean's once again. Jack
then suddenly stopped, stood up and pushed Sean onto the desk. He ripped
the boxers off Sean and shoved his finger into Sean's anus.

"Fucking cunt!" Sean moaned.

"Carry the fuck on, bitch!" Jack was loving it.

"After I came, we had a cigarette and he apologised. I thought.. Ooh Gosh
Jack" Sean moaned as Jack had stopped masturbating him and had stuck his 10
inch penis inside of Sean. Sean had never had a cock inside of him, and he
thought he would protest. But this storytelling was so arousing, so hot and
so horny that he couldn't even feel no pain. Just pleasure. He
continued. "But ths bitch turned nasty, threatend to rape my sister and
kill my mum. So I took his belt off him, stangled him with it and made it
look like.. Holy fuck God..Suicide!" Sean scramed as Jacks thrusts got
louder and harder.

Sean was wanking at his own cock as Jack abused his arse like it was a
pussy. "That was so fucking hot" Jack moaned. He slapped Sean around the
face as he fucked and Sean responded by leaning up and biting Jack's hairy
nipple.

Sean came hard and moaned as his load blew all over his chest, face and the
desk. Jack continued to pound him hard, calling him " a fucking slut". Sean
rubbed some of the cum from his chest and pushed into Jack's mouth. He
swallowed the lot. "That's it Branning, fuck this arse good and proper!".

Jack exploded. He pulled out of Sean's arse and his cum flew everywhere-
Sean's face, chest, the desk and some even hit the wall on the other side
of the room. Sean pulled him closer and kissed him passionatly. It was the
most intense, horny and stangely loving kiss he'd ever had.

They were both spent. Jack fell onto the desk next to Sean, who had grabbed
the bottle of whiskey from the table. Sean leaned up and looked at a naked
Jack and put his hand on his chest. Jack smiled at him. Sean then proceeded
to pour some of the whiskey on Jacks chest, and he moaned with pleasure as
the coldness touched his body and Sean began licking it up.

"Not now" Jack moaned as he pushed Sean away. "Believe me, I'm all for
round fucking two. Three even. But not now. I have an important business
meeting in.. " Jack looked at his watch and smiled. "Three minutes".  Sean
shrugged, jumped off the desk and put his boxers on.

"You know where I live" Sean smiled at Jack.

"That I most certaintly do"

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