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My insolent brother

It was only then that I allowed myself to sob softly, biting my plump lips and savoring the salty tears that

flowed from my eyes. All polluted and dirty, I looked at the ceiling, reviewing my thoughts, which one

after another, like an annoying fly, appeared in my head. "What will mom say?" "How am I going to look

them in the eye now?" Everything got confused. But I felt bad not because he was ‘my mother's

husband and her son’, but because I liked it. And it all started long before our first time.

As I said before, Sergei Ivanovich was a handsome man, and Danil, obviously, was like seeing his

father. Just looking at him gave me goosebumps. What can I say about the moment he first touched

me? No wonder I then fell into a trance state. Until then, the only thing I could do was lock myself in the

bathroom and masturbate with the young ‘brother’, as long as he was beyond the limits of what was

allowed.

My fantasy in general was sophisticated, perhaps due to the fact that at school I did not communicate

with anyone and had to abstract myself from the reality of my fictional world in some way to amuse

myself. But time passed, I got older and the cute rainbow with pink unicorns was gradually replaced by

hot men who fucked me hard, holding my hair and gagging my mouth so that I moaned more quietly.

But now tastes changed, I saw many people who sometimes became the subject of my worship, until

they appeared: strong, proud and laconic father and son perfectly fit my type. And also in my vulgar

inventions, to which I shamelessly masturbated every night.

This is a wonderful feeling of the forbidden: in the subcortex you understand that you are doing

something wrong, but still you do not stop.

It all started little by little; sometimes they just popped into my thoughts, and somehow I involuntarily

reflected, not really giving in. But over time, my fantasies became more and more frank: I imagined my

mother leaving the house for work, and them, hugging me in a corner, slowly beginning to undress me.

Sergei Ivanovich was gentler in this regard, often just stroking my crotch, covering my lower body with

kisses, sometimes tracing some patterns with his tongue.

Danil, on the other hand, was a pepper: while his father was pleasing me, he roughly touched my

breasts, squeezed my excited nipples and put suctions on my neck, preventing me from relaxing. Oh

how excited he was. By moving my fingers quickly and actively massaging the clitoris, I almost always

reached orgasm in a matter of minutes.

Unfortunately, this feeling passed quickly. After experiencing waves of pleasure, I looked around my

bathroom again, wrapped myself in a towel and went to bed thinking that this in real life would not

happen under any circumstances. But then a boomerang would fly in front of me with the words 'It will

happen, baby, it will happen'. And now, lying on the ground, I think about how it happened? But let's get

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Getting up a bit, I propped myself up on my elbows and looked around: everything seemed surreal and

outlandish. I didn't recognize my own walls or my sofa, and the movie playing in the background looked

like a trifle. Maybe there was no first time at all? But these thoughts quickly left me as soon as I looked

down. My naked body froze to the cold ground, and the fat and dripping sperm helped me understand

that no, I hadn't imagined that.

My throat still ached unpleasantly from recent sexual intercourse. "Oh, they were good." It went through

my head as my crotch howled painfully again.

Ignoring the ‘call’ from my body, I got up, went to the door and looked around the house. There was no

noise. "Have they gone somewhere, or what?" I thought. Extending a neat long leg, I stepped onto the

parquet floor and quietly began to move towards the bathroom to erase the recent 'exciting' events.

Opening the door to the bathroom, I sighed happily as I realized that it was finally possible to relax and

withdraw from the world around me, when suddenly I felt someone's gaze on me. Mentally making a

questioning face, I slowly looked up and saw Danil, no less surprised.

"What are you doing here?" I confronted him. After all, the best defense is offense, right?

"I was going to ask you the same!" The boy said in disgust, raising an eyebrow. Hearing his disgusted

tone, I instantly flinched inside and, deciding not to argue, I honestly admitted:

"I wanted to take a shower... I thought you were already gone, so me and... I... will probably go."

Having already turned my leg towards the door, from which I had not moved until now, I suddenly felt

my body lose its balance, and the body fell. After one moment, I realized that this self-assured 'alpha'

decided to hold me.

"What the hell?" The words flashed through my head before the young man pressed me against his

powerful pumped body. Yes, he is the spitting image of his father! Just as handsome and overconfident,

because he knows he's handsome. Frankly, a very advantageous position: you pinch the girls you like

when you want and nobody will say anything, after all, they were all ok, right?

And maybe I would have soared into my clouds had it not been for Danil, who said as he moved closer

to my ear, his hot breath burning my neck, and the words spoken in a seductive whisper:

"Do you want a repeat, kitty?" The boy said, biting my earlobe lightly.

My body immediately weakened. My legs gave out and I tried to escape his embrace, pushing him a

little roughly.

"No, I’ve had quite a few adventures for today..." My whisper was barely perceptible, as my voice has

been hoarse for a long time due to recent events, but, nevertheless, Danil heard everything, and said

with a malicious smile:

"No, not enough." Throwing me over his shoulder (I already mentioned I'm pretty skinny, right?) And

turning, he closed the door. He slowly let me go to the shower, taking off his towel, showing a huge

standing log. I immediately blushed, shifting involuntarily. The sight of his beautiful penis was definitely

arousing, so I turned off my conscience and walked over to him.