"And he loves the gays"

Owen Florrick, brother of the ex State's Attorney's wife, piped up tipsily as he waved his wine glass at Eli, interrupting him. He didn't even know what the political strategist was saying but he didn't care as long as they were praises to Peter. This farce of a family dinner to prevent a lobbyist from departing with his cash was already too much. All that bullshit... Thank God there was alcohol involved. Owen guzzled his goblet of wine, placed it on the table without spilling a drop and-

"Oh, shit. The carafe is empty" He added. "Better to refill it"

With no hesitation, the math professor got up from the table and walked to the kitchen. The whole situation was... complex. Making nice with his sister, her children, her mother-in-law... Yeah, he needed to drink. He put the empty carafe on the kitchen island where he grabbed a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass.

"You're drinking a bit" Peter said as he popped into the kitchen and headed to the fridge, opening it.

Owen just ignored him or, at least, he tried. Yet, it wasn't that easy, especially given the history between 'em two and the fact that, well, he was kinda drunk. "You know what? Go to hell"

"Oh, that's very adult" Peter replied, pulling out a chilled bottle of white and closing the fridge. Childishly, Owen looked the other way and just sipped on his red wine. The ex State's Attorney couldn't help but smile. He liked being still capable of setting his brother-in-law off after all those years... It was gratifying. Perked up, he left the chilled bottle on the table and walked up right behind Owen, resting his head against the back of his. "Owen..."

The math professor closed his eyes and gasped at the contact. He could feel Peter's hot breath on his neck and it was just- "No, no. Go away! I don't care. I hate you" Owen lost it as he shrugged off and took a step forward, away from him. He couldn't fall for it, not again, but... He knew he couldn't resist it, either. Eventually, he turned around and locked eyes with the ex State's Attorney's for a moment before looking over him, at the table, to see if anyone was listening to 'em. Luckily, none was and Owen felt relieved. "Where were you? Why are you still here?"

"It's not that easy..."

"Yes, it is. It is!" Owen screamed out, forgetting to keep it down. Peter promptly grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the corner of the room, with his back to the table for some privacy.

"What do you want me to say, Owen? That I chose the wrong sibling? I know, I screwed it up" The ex State's Attorney explained with a whisper, making sure not be overheard. Owen was flabbergasted about those strong words. Peter had never told him such things. It was kinda... sweet. And the sweetest part was yet to come. "I should have never married Alicia. I love you, Owen. I'm crazy about you. Love your coy smile... Your gentle touch... Your hard cock..."

With that said, the ex State's Attorney reached down and took Owen's crotch in his rough hand, squeezing decisively. A muffled moan escaped from his lips. "P-Peter, what... what are you doing?" The math professor mumbled, feeling his brother-in-law's fingers slide over his growing bulge. Peter didn't speak. With a grin on his face, he moved to Owen's belt buckle and deftly worked to open it when a firm hand grabbed his wrist and stopped him. "We can't do this... Not here. Not now"

"Well, we can if you keep quiet..." Peter objected as he twisted his hand out of the math professor's grip and swiftly undid his zipper. Owen's heart started racing. God, he couldn't be serious. Not with his wife, his sister, in the other room along with everybody else. Yet, it was happening. He felt his brother-in-law's hand slipping inside his boxers and his warm fingers curling around his stiff shaft. He had to bite his tongue not to cry like a virgin. Peter smirked. He gave Owen's cock a few light strokes, feeling his manhood throbbing with increasing urgency, and finally pulled it out of his confines.

Owen couldn't help himself and jerked as his cock was exposed to the cold air of the kitchen. He had a nice junk. 7,5 inches, slightly curved upward, with a great dark bush. Exactly how Peter liked it. The ex State's Attorney licked his lips. Looking up to see his brother-in-law's expression, he started to slowly pump his fist up and down, eventually twisting his hand and wrist as he brushed his fingers across the swollen head. "Ah..." Owen groaned softly, feeling Peter stroke him with the right amount of speed and pressure. Fuck. Normally, he would have never allowed the ex State's Attorney to do anything like this, but tonight he had a couple drinks... and he hadn't been busting a nut in a week... and getting a hand-job while there were people in the other room was hot... Here's when Peter went faster and his grip tightened around the math professor's length. "Dear, God..."

"Do you still like it, huh? Seems like I haven't lost the touch" Peter said huskily as he shoved his free hand into his brother-in-law's pants and gently cupped his balls, rolling 'em in his palm. Owen found himself gritting his teeth to keep sounds from slipping past his lips. It felt so freaking good... "You know what this reminds me of? That one time when I jumped into the shower with you and fucked the shit out of your ass... Do you remember? Alicia was looking for me all over the house" Peter asked fiendishly, feeling Owen quivering under him.

"Oh, fuck... Oh, fuck..." Owen blathered out of control as he held onto the edge of the table next to him, hands clutching so hard to rattle the dishes on top of it. Had he ever done it...

"Peter, is everything ok in there?" Alicia's tinkling voice echoed from the dining room, making Owen blanch. The math professor tensed up and immediately looked up at Peter who, instead of being worried like him, continued working his hands undisturbed as if nothing had happened.

"Yes, of course. I'm just giving Owen a hand emptying, uh, filling his carafe" Peter lied, looking Owen straight in the eye while tugging on his balls hard enough to make him wince in pain. "Isn't it, Owen?"

It took him a while to collect himself and answer, still shocked from the circumstances. "Yeah, yeah... Everything's fine. W-we... we're almost done" Owen said drawing breath as he felt his orgasm approach. Thankfully, their story seemed to convince Alicia and soon she went back conversing with the other guests. Despite this, though, the math professor didn't let up especially now that he was so close. Peter must have sensed it since he rubbed his thumb across the tip of Owen's cock and smeared the precum leaked out around the head and down the shaft, using it as lubricant to jerk him a little faster. Owen closed his eyes and grunted. The hand running up and down his cock... The hand playing mercilessly with his balls... He couldn't hold back anymore. His hips started rocking frantically, pushing into the ex State's Attorney's fist as he kept pumping. "Oh, Peter. Peter!" Owen whimpered softly, arching his back and feeling all of his muscles flexing. Before his climax had hit him, though, Peter quickly removed his hand from his brother-in-law's balls and out of his pants, closing it around the swelling head of his cock.

A few seconds later, Owen made a choked moan and came, 7 squirts of warm, sticky jizz filling Peter's fist and overflowing a bit. The ex State's Attorney didn't bat an eye and kept milking him through his orgasm with his usual aplomb. Still high from his release, Owen rested his head against Peter's shoulder and didn't protest once he let go of his spent cock and wiped his sticky hand on his shirt, staining it with his cum. They stood like that for a moment, then the ex State's Attorney pulled him back and fixed his tie to return to the table while Owen stood there, trying to catch his breath. He couldn't believe what they had done. Gosh, he had fallen for it. Again. Helplessly, he watched as Peter walked by him and thought it was all over when suddenly feel his brother-in-law draping himself over his back, his hard cock pressing against his clothed ass. A cold shiver ran down his spine. "Wait five minutes and spill red wine on your shirt. I'll be in the bathroom, understand?"

Well, perhaps family dinners weren't so bad after all...