I can’t believe I’m hearing this. Surely I should have seen it coming, with the constant touching I have to put up with every single one of them. “Wearing all those skimpy clothes, sitting on my lap in the car, leaving a wet mark on my dick. You think I’m stupid?”
Raphael took another step, and it’s just me and him, against the wall.
“Ralph, please, I…” No, this is not happening, this can’t be happening. I suck a deep breath in, and push him away with my two hands on his chest, making him fall backwards into dad’s bed, his erection pitching a tent.
And I don’t give him time to recover, and open the door and flee to my room, locking the door behind me, and slumping down to the floor. I never been this horny in my life.
It’s the fire he awoke inside me that leads to the next decision. The day I turned eighteen I created a fans page. Not because I was desperately horny, but because I thought I needed the money. First, I’m kicked out and made to come and live with another family, and second, my new “mother” convinces my dad I don’t need to go to Uni and could, instead, work at a diner down the street and get the money myself.
All of my brothers got an education, one way or another. But me, the sole reason Keira kept trying to get pregnant – to get a girl – turned out to be the reason she despised me. I’m not even hers. And when they told me I couldn’t go to Uni to become a nurse, I cried a lot, and realized I needed the money to move out and follow my dream. But I was always too shy to make any sort of content. Zero followers. I don’t have much equipment, but, as I hear them going to their rooms, I focus the lights onto me, hiding my face, and dressing my sexy pajamas, as dad would call it – basically just a crop top and skimpy shorts, and I grab my big stuffed bear. I rub against it, like I used to, and close my eyes. I imagine dad, but I am also thinking about Raphael, and his big hands and sweet scent. He was ready to take me, if only I’d let him, if only I fall onto my knees, I could already know what a penis tastes like.
I have to use my phone to record me humping my bear while arching my back, my face out of the frame, but making sure everything else is on display. I never done this before, and it comes with such adrenaline that I don’t take long to cum, my pussy dripping wet, my tits too sensitive that the mere rubbing of the fabric makes my orgasm stronger. I giggle as I turn to the side, thinking what am I doing, and I stare at the ceiling.
It’s getting late, but I still find the strength to sit at my laptop, edit the video, and post it. It almost makes me cum a second time, the rush of doing such a naughty thing, but it’s the only way to take it from my system, the need to be fucked over and over again, and the only way I have to stay away from my brother’s temptation. He offered me what I most want in the world – if only he wasn’t part of my flesh and blood.
Monday, 27th of March, 2023 – Morning
Dear Diary,
I had to masturbate two more times during the night. All thanks to Raphael. Almost overslept, so now I need to rush my way to work, but first, I gather the laundry from the basket, and prepare to get it done while I’m at work, and then pop by in my lunch break.
I’m about to push start when Raphael shows up in the kitchen, in just his boxer briefs, and he can’t hide the fact of sporting a morning wood. He would have done the same if mother was around.
His hands on my body are still there this morning, a memory imprinted in hard, bold fingerprints, which make my blood run faster.
“Morning Sis,” he says, opening up the fridge and taking the milk out. “Did you sleep well?”
I look back at him, unable to get my eyes from his member. He scratches his chest, before pouring the milk into a cup, and drinks it looking back at me. His cock twitches and I shudder.
“Why are you guys always like this?”
“Always like what?”
I suck a deep breath in, trying to control my anger mixed with desire. “Like this, Ralph. What you did yesterday is not ok, you hear me?”
The kitchen is large enough, with a center island of dark marble, and large windows with plenty of sunlight that shines against Raphael’s smooth body. He passes his hand along his cock, and that makes me shiver. It looks so long, and hard, better than the porn I’ve been watching.
“I’ll tell dad when he comes back,” I add, with all the seriousness of my face, and this makes him laugh.
“Go ahead, call him now if you want. Maybe he’ll be just like mom, and leave us the fuck alone. What are you going to do now, Angelica? It’s only you against four men.”
“I’m going to keep you in your place,” I say as a warning. I close my legs, watching my brother, his cock still the same size, threatening to burst through his briefs.
He scoffed. If I am having all this trouble with the youngest, I will stand no chance with all the others. Maybe Azriel will help me, the oldest and biggest of them all.
Raphael puts the milk away, and walks towards me, his big dick bouncing with each step of his bare feet, and he looks down on me. “You have nothing to worry about me. But, by the way I got you wet yesterday I assume you’re just as dirty as we all are.”
He’s one step away from me, and all I can think is what would dad say about this? It would be too wrong, but why does my body screams for him?
“Don’t compare us. I need to get to work now, I… I can’t believe you have these perverted feelings for me.” I should have slapped him across the face, but that wouldn’t change how I’m feeling. Between my legs, a fire burns out of control, as if my pussy wants to swallow him up whole.
Raphael doesn’t move, but stares at me. I try hard to keep looking into his eyes, but his swollen member keeps poking my curiosity.
“You know how sexy you look in those clothes, don’t you? Very tempting. I try not to think about you, but you make my life difficult.”
And his hand reaches for my shoulder, a simple caress that’s enough to burn my skin.
“I need to go -”
“No you don’t. You still have half an hour at least.”
“How do you -”
But he doesn’t let me finish, and backs me up against the washing machine, with his body in front of me, his dick hard, pressing against my skirt. “I can tell you are desperate Angelica. Don’t think of us as brother and sister, think of this as an exchange.”
“Exchange?”
“Let’s go to your bedroom, I can explain.”
And I raise my arm to slap him again, but he catches my hand mid-air, and pulls me against his hard cock. “None of that now. It’s easy, I promise.”
“Let me go, Ralph, I’ll scream.”
And he loosens up his grip. But I don’t run, and look at him.
“You want this as bad as I do Angelica. Look at you, all red, hot, your tits are begging for a good licking. Have you ever touched a dick before? Go on, don’t be shy.”
My heart races inside my chest. My legs are weak and all I want to do is to accept his offer. There’s something in him that reminds me of dad, maybe is the big head of his cock poking out from his briefs, or maybe is the super hairy legs.
“No Ralph, I’m not doing this. I’m not one of your whore friends, why don’t you go back to Marisa and get her to suck your cock? Now, I need to finish the laundry and then I need to go, because, unlike you, I’m not lucky enough to have mom and dad paying for my frat parties, and I can’t be written off again for being late. Someone needs to pay for groceries.”
With every sentence, I understand the gravity of the situation, where I’m expected to be every single thing mother and father are. I’m sure there’s some cash somewhere, I’m sure of it. For an emergency at least, if only I can think about what father used to say, but my brother’s cock is still in my peripheral vision.
“Stop being a prude,” he replies back to me. I know he wants to pin me down to the floor and have his way with me, and somehow, the idea of that is even worse, bringing me to a whole new level of being horny.
“Who’s being a prude?” Michael says, entering the kitchen, and then stops on his marks looking at us. “What’s going on?”
The difference between the two is visible to the naked eye, but I try hard not to stare – he comes down in shorts, his shaved chest double the size of his brother, hands are as big.
“Nothing’s going on, isn’t that right Angelica?”
There’s no way he can hide his erection, but Raphael doesn’t make an effort to conceal it as well, as if Michael is pretty much used to it. They share a room anyway – boys will be boys, right?
“No. I was just trying to do the laundry,” I say between my teeth, and as soon as I say it, both Michael and Raphael strip down naked, and hand me their clothes for me to add it to the load.
“What? Why are you naked, go get some clothes on!”
And this made both my brothers laugh, their abs showing through the young bodies. All my blood froze as I realise this is the first time I see a real penis in the flesh. One, filled with blood, erect to the point of bending to the side and the other a soft presentation but so pretty to look at. Inside me a revolution was taking place, as my pussy was the wettest I can remember, screaming its readiness to take my first.
“Look at her, red as a pepper! Bet she never saw one that big!” Michael says, touching his own sexual organ, caressing it while looking back at me. “Ah Angelica, if only we weren’t related, I’d show you a good fucking time.”
And in front of me, I swear, it is growing, getting swollen, his balls are two big sacks hanging low, trimmed. I take on step back, my panties soaked and my breath gone – my chest is hurting, so tight, squeezed between my desire and my morality.
And my voice comes out in a murmur. “I’m going to tell dad about this.”
Michael’s cock is fully grown, and it looks even bigger than Raphael’s, and this makes me panic. What is going on? Why all of a sudden, my own brothers look depraved as fuck, trying to get into my soaking wet panties?
I grab my purse and run from the kitchen, making my way into work but feeling as disorientated as fuck. There was never money to get me a car, so I have to walk twenty minutes in my ridiculous uniform. But anything is better than to face my brothers and their hard cocks.
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