A few minutes later, they both lay on the bed, exhausted.
Naked skin shiny with sweat.
"It seems I have succeeded in stealing your brain and your soul... so how do you feel?"
Beauty said, licking her lips seductively.
"I love it... I love you."
Bruno kissed her gently, first on her forehead and finally on her lips.
"I am happy. Thanks."
"I'm glad to hear you're happy," Beauty murmured.
"I have a gift for you... a real birthday gift."
Bruno cuddled up with her and buried his face in her bosom.
"You gave me the best gift already."
"No, that's not a gift if we both enjoyed it," Beauty replied with a chuckle.
"Maybe you don't know this, but I like it when..." he began, trying to catch his breath.
"When you do what you want. It... it turns me on thinking that you're going to enjoy yourself because of me. Like, the idea of you being so horny... and enjoying yourself... because of me... means a lot to me..."
Beauty's brown eyes widened slightly.
"So, me pleasuring myself turns you on, perverted cop?" she clarified.
"Like, would you think it was hot if I toyed with my pussy and masturbated in front of you?"
He was shocked by her brazenness.
"Y-Yes," he managed, his voice breaking.
Beauty grinned, her cheeks flushing.
"What the bell happened to your innocence?" she teased.
Bruno's face flushed.
"Don't get me wrong, I just..."
"I'll do that sometime," Beauty cut in before he could apologize.
"Promise?"
"Yes, but we will do it together. I fantasized about watching you jerk off too."
Bruno rolled his tongue with a grin on his face.
"You want me to do it now?"
"Calm down, tiger."
She laughed.
Too late-Bruno's lips were already all over her succulent, round, dark peach nipple, sucking like a baby.
"You are impossible," Beauty commented and caressed his curls.
Suddenly, they were interrupted by his phone ringing.
He ignored it. But then it rang again. And again.
"I think you should... check... on it first," Beauty stuttered, her words broken by the rhythm of Bruno's groaning as he kept sucking her tits.
"It's nothing important," he replied, focusing entirely on her.
A loud knock came at the door this time, more insistent than the ringing phone.
He ignored that too.
But Beauty looked disturbed and concerned.
What if it's a family member?
What will they think of her?
What if it's the Boss, Mr. Hathaway? This is bad!
Yes, Bruno would, of course, protect her, but she didn't want to be the cause of a misunderstanding between him and his father.
"Baby... I think someone's here," she whispered nervously, her voice trembling from the pleasure of her tits.
"Not now. I can't..." Bruno mumbled.
"Bruno!"
A voice called out from outside the door.
"Oh no, who is that?" Beauty asked, her tone a mix of disbelief and fear.
"That's my sister Abigail. You don't need to get tensed up for her sake."
"Why are you acting as if you don't understand what is going on? Your sister hates me. I could recall how she sounded on the phone back in Puerto Rico... what am I going to do?"
Without answering, he silenced her with a deep kiss.
The loud knock came again at the door. Beauty quickly shoved him aside, already gathering her costume clothes.
"This is a serious situation, baby. Stop smiling like a clown and dress up," she whispered harshly.
"I'll hide in the bathroom."
"Relax. I am going to introduce you after all."
Bruno replied, a goofy grin plastered across his face.
"Not like this, naked in your bed!"
Beauty snapped back in a whisper.
"Bruno!" his sister's wails came again from outside.
A sharp spank landed on Bruno's naked butt.
"Get up and dress!"
Beauty hissed, running to lock herself in the bathroom.
With a groan, Bruno tiredly pulled on his boxers, staggered to the door, and then put on the shirt and a red lace tie before walking to the door.
Finally, he opened it. His sister stood there, her face full of suspicion.
"What the hell is your problem?" Bruno snapped.
She pushed past him, scanning the room like a hawk.
"Where is she?"
"Who?..." he asked, raking a hand through his hair.
"Are you sixteen? You can't hide your girlfriend from us," she shot back.
Bruno shook his head.
"No one is here. I would be good if you respect that and leave."
She stared at him up and down, her eyes narrowing. Then, with a sigh, she pointed.
"Get that lace thong off your neck. It's not a tie, and stop smiling like you just won a trophy. What's with the police costume?"
Bruno froze.
His grin disappeared, and his eyes widened.
He reached up and felt it-a lacy thing hanging around his neck like a medal of honor.
"It's, in fact, a trophy," he quipped, recovering with a smirk. "Better than a Guinness World Record. Got a problem with that?"
His sister rolled her eyes but didn't argue.
Then she smirked.
"Fine. Since you have nothing to hide, I guess it's time."
"Time for what? Look, Aby, just leave. I have no time for siblings' interacting and annoying moments."
Bruno groaned and turned to return to bed when she called out loudly.
"Everyone, you can come in now!"
She opened the double bedroom door wisely.
Bruno's heart stopped.
"What..."
Before he could finish, one by one, his entire extended family filed into the room-grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins-all holding gift packages.
He felt like he was going to faint. His face went pale, beads of sweat forming as they all began singing:
"Happy birthday to you!"
"What the-"
The bathroom door creaked open, silencing everyone.
Bruno turned, feeling his stomach do a backflip.
When Beauty stepped out, looking mortified, like a sacrificial lamb, she was followed by... his mom.
"Mom?! What are you doing in my bathroom? How long have you been... what is happening?"
Bruno stammered, his voice cracking in disbelief.
Before he could recover, his dad stepped out of the closet.
Bruno blinked.
"Y'all got to be kidding me."
Beauty stood frozen. She looked pathetic, like she could vanish into thin air.
Bruno could only imagine the embarrassment she must be feeling at the moment.
"Surprise!" the family shouted in unison.
He could see the butler smirking at the back.
Everyone looked thrilled-except Mr. and Mrs. Hathaway.
They know. Of course, they know.