First of all, I would like to introduce myself and tell you a few words about myself. My name is Ira, I’m a pretty diligent and cheerful 18-year-old girl. She is quite an average student of one of the industrial technical schools in the vast expanses of our great and vast Homeland. A short brunette, quite slender, but not fit, with neat breasts of the 2nd size. And it so happened that a dozen years ago I had a stepbrother, Andrey, a couple of years older than me.
We never had particularly warm feelings for each other, but we tried not to spoil our lives once again. And to my great happiness, my parents sent us to different educational institutions, and besides, my brother was already finishing his studies and was going to leave for the capital to continue his studies by correspondence at the university. I was comparatively glad that I would have to see even less of him in my hometown.
But as it soon turned out, I shouldn’t have been interested in my brother and tried to ignore him. It just so happened that my boyfriend Igor was chatting with some close friends of his brother and on the eve of his departure we found ourselves in the same apartment. Until that moment, I didn’t even know that an inconspicuous guy could be a great ringleader and organize a wild party. The noise was wild, and how the 4-room apartment survived the crowd of inadequate students remains questionable.
Beer, vodka, and wine flowed in rivers, music blared, everyone danced, joked, and sang. And by the time it was over, I had already had a fight with my boyfriend, who became an outright jerk as soon as alcohol got into the bloodstream. Why have I put up with him for more than six months now? On the advice of her friends, she chose a lover with a big dick and suffered, as you already understood, not only because of the size. Twenty-odd centimeters is good if a guy knows how to use it. But no matter how I squirmed, no matter what poses I tried, I came only with my help. And the boyfriend learned two positions, so apparently he stopped there.
And then the moment came when the cup of patience was overflowing. The guy started a fight with some stranger, and when I tried to calm him down, I got slapped in the face. At that moment, the music abruptly stopped and I heard my brother’s quiet but very resonant voice.
“Stop it, you drunken bastard.
Despite the fact that he spoke steadily and did not shout, everyone around turned pale. I felt uneasy myself. I would never have thought that there could be so much threat in one phrase. My future ex-boyfriend also seemed to understand this.
- Now, you’re going to go to the bedroom and sleep it off. And when you get sober, we’ll talk,” Andrei continued.
“And if it doesn’t?” โ judging by his accent, Igor was in perfect condition.
“You hit my sister.” The only reason you’re still alive is because you’re drunk in the shit. - Andrey, calm downโฆ – said one of his friends.
“Don’t get in the way. Igor, I’m going to the bedroom right now. We’ll talk in the morning.
Strangely enough, my blockhead, somehow gathered his strength. And apparently feeling guilty, I went to sleep it off. He passed out quickly enough, and after a couple of minutes, loud snoring was heard.
Everyone around began to calm down, the party or the party, whichever is better, was returning to its normal course. But now I looked at my brother with undisguised gratitude. And as soon as he came up to me, I felt my heart begin to beat faster. Andrey gently put his arm around my shoulders:
“Are you okay?” - More or less. This is not the first time I have seen such a picture. But this is the first time I’ve been hit in the face. Fortunately, not much.
- I’m sorry, I should have beaten him up.
- And then call an ambulance or the police? If everything is settled peacefully, this is the best option. “I hate fighting.” Because if something happens, I’m the one who’s going to have to court a guy with a broken face.
Later that evening, events developed so rapidly that I didn’t remember much of the conversations. My brother and I started talking, got drunk together, smoked on the balcony and looked at the stars. I don’t remember what he said, what I said. But I remember perfectly well that with every phrase, not friendly feelings grew in me.
And when we were dancing together, to some slow music, I began to snuggle closer to my brother. At that moment, I no longer cared if he was a stepbrother or a native. Right or wrong. Soon I felt that he was also interested in my closeness. And not on my hands, which were below the waist, but just barely touching my ass. Something was touching me from the other side, and it was already quite noticeable. I already guessed that he would not surpass my boyfriend in size. But I really wanted to have sex with someone who wouldn’t look at me like a piece of meat. I could feel him inhaling the scent of his hair, which was already disheveled, and it turned me on wildly. I don’t know if the others were paying attention to us or not. It was dark, and everyone was pretty drunk. I lifted my head from Andrew’s chest and reached for his lips. And I was so glad when he returned my kiss. I felt very warm both in the chest area and in the stomach area. And between my legs it was burning so much that I didn’t even know about the existence of such sensations.
“Can we continue?” I said timidly, as our tongues and lips parted.
- Maybe you shouldn’t?
- I don’t care, I don’t care about anything. I want you.
I don’t know how many seconds passed as we moved from the living room to one of the rooms. My brother sensually toyed with my breasts, going down to my thighs, accompanied by passionate kisses. I was trembling languidly and could no longer hold back my moans.
You know, my friends have told me about good sex. About powerful orgasms, about foreplay. Previously, everything was limited to a blowjob and a banal fuck in one of two poses. But this was different. In less than a couple of minutes, I was left without panties. And my brother gently caressed my pussy. AND DAMN IT! He not only knows where the clitoris is, but also knows how to stimulate it. My head was spinning from the rush of pleasure, and the foreplay turned into cunnilingus. Believe it or not. I’ve never been licked before. And when I felt Andrew’s tense tongue between my legs, I had to close my mouth. Otherwise, I would have screamed so that I would be heard not only in the next apartment, but also on a parallel street. My eyes went dark, my heart was beating so hard that I could hear the pulse in my head, and my body went limp in voluptuous bliss. Apparently, this is how a real orgasm should feel.
Gradually, I began to come to my senses.
“Fuck me, please, quickly.” โ I don’t really know how to cheer guys up. But either it worked, or my brother already knew what to do.
He gently inserted his hard unit into my heated bosom. By this point, I had flowed in a way that is difficult to describe. And then it struck me that this was exactly the room that a certain alconaut had gone to earlier. And if you’ve suddenly lost track of the narrative, that was my boyfriend.
- Andrey, look! โ I tried to whisper softly, but it didn’t really work out.
- That’s the fuck! What should I do now?
- To check how soundly he sleeps, an insidious plan of revenge has already matured in my drunken head, driven by a thirst for pleasure.
Unfortunately, I had to stop for a minute. But when it became clear that Igor was sleeping like the dead, I lay down right on top of him and spread my legs in front of Andryukha again. He froze in surprise.
“Are you going to wait a long time, or are you finally going to fuck me properly?”
“Either you’re the best sister in the world, or you’re the most notorious whore,” he said, thrusting his cock into me again.
My brother started slowly, but aggressively increased his momentum. I’ve reached the level of arousal where I don’t want tenderness and romance, but a good spanking. Andrey understood this and hammered me in my wet pussy so hard that my eyes rolled back from the buzz. I had almost no control over myself. She scratched his back, bit his shoulders, so as not to scream louder than necessary.
“Mm-hmm, Enyaโฆ” she tried to say, struggling with moans.
And my brother didn’t refuse. I could feel his cock throbbing, hot cum pouring out of him and filling me. This time we came together. I felt that I was sobering up and realized that this could be the only night and I didn’t want to remain in debt. And the score was 2 to 1. I quickly dragged my brother to another bed and attacked his limp penis. Some of the sperm flowed down my thighs, and I licked the rest off his dignity. One of my playful little hands was actively caressing my scrotum, the other was directing my cock into my mouth. I tried not to stop and ran my tongue over the head, over the balls. How nice his cock tastes, mixed with semen and my juices. I didn’t even realize when he tensed up again, but I just kept swallowing, deeper and deeper. And soon she felt him tremble again. Only this time, the sperm splashed down my throat, and I swallowed every last drop.
My brother and I took a taxi home early in the morning. In the evening, he took the train to the capital, and I listened to my boyfriend howling with apologies on the phone. But snot, drool, and forgiveness through humiliation with a strap-on are a completely different story.