But if that’s so, why do I feel so damn horny? Why do I want to touch them, and feel them, in the same way I wish dad would?
As soon as I arrive to work I lock myself in the bathroom, and masturbate. There is no way I can work with all the hormones like this. My fingers are sure of what they are doing, and it gives me some small release.
After washing my face, I check my phone and there’s a few notifications from the fans page – and I let a small scream of joy out – I have five followers! Oh shit! With trembling fingers, I check the messages they sent and feel my stomach turn. It’s all so perverted that they make Raphael seem a saint.
Tuesday, 28 of March, 2023 – Morning
Dear Diary
There’s not much to write about yesterday, except my boss told me off for taking too many toilet breaks. When I got home, Raphael was out with friends, and the others were playing football.
I used the time to take a bunch of photos, and make a few other videos, after making calculations on how much money I can take from this. As long as I don’t show my face should be ok.
As I wake up today, there’s a few more followers – I’m not asking for that much money, assuming it would be easier to get guys subscribing if I was a cheap content creator. My bio is short and simple, maybe too short, so I add my age, and after reading a few messages of guys older than dad, I decided to cash in on that as well.
“I miss my dad” is the tittle of the next video I upload, where I complain how it is to live in a house with four other brothers, while I put my hands inside my panties, moaning softly as I cum. The quality is terrible in comparison with other actresses, but I don’t have the money for expensive equipment. This will have to do.
After work, and despite being a Tuesday, I am surprised to see my follower count doubling to an astonishing twenty followers. It makes me horny to think all these men are willing to pay for things I never thought I could make money off, like masturbation. And I soon understand there’s no point in reading either the comments or the messages, as it’s a hit and miss on how nasty they can be.
I’m preparing dinner when I hear the boys getting home. Gabriel and Daniel, the twins, are the first to come around smelling the pots and pans, and give me an approving look, and then rush to shower as I warn them is not going to take long. There is no sign of Michael, but Raphael stands at the doorway looking at me.
“You can give me a hand here, no?”
We haven’t talked since the kitchen incident, but I’ve managed to calm myself down the last few days.
He comes near me, asking what he can assist me with, and for a moment, we are back at being stepbrother and stepsister, like the old times, doing things together. Despite not getting along too well with them, I was sometimes one of the boys, as dad would say. I played sports with them, ran with them, but there was a shift the older I grew, and the more mother drift us apart. In a way, I think she was jealous. Did she looked at Raphael the same way I do? Father tried to approximate the two families, but in hindsight that was a mistake. Keira never accepted me as the daughter she always wanted to have.
Michael shows up half an hour later, helps with the last things, and we sat down at the table, like a family.
We are missing a few important characters, like Gabriel pointed out, and for sure, I miss my bear-like dad and Azriel, the giant – but if both of them were here, all the food I prepared would only be enough for the two of them. I smile back at Gabriel, sitting in the opposite end of the table, wearing a tank top that showed a lot of his hairy chest, just like dads.
I let them go as I finish tidying up the kitchen, and getting some of their meals ready for the week – both the twins and Michael were strict in their eating habits, and I got used to it as time went by.
When I finish folding the clothes, I make a tidy pile, one for each of them, and go up to my room. There’s an addiction to my fans site, and I see the follower count increase three fold, and a lot of requests asking about dad and my brothers. I roll my eyes, but I’m horny and I take that to my advantage, giving them a good look of my skirt, and panties, and slowly pull the skirt up, and the panties to the side, and I just masturbate to the thoughts of having strangers masturbating to me.
I lost track of time, but it feels so damn good, and after a quick editing, I put the video up, biting my lip with naughty thoughts. At least, I can forget mother for a moment, and relax. Tomorrow is going to be another long day, and I need to be ready for it, my brothers need me now more than ever. I change into my pajamas and make a small trip to the bathroom closest to my room only to realize someone is in there, which is strange – I’m usually the only one using this toilet. Mom and dad have an en suite and the boys normally use the other one, or downstairs.
But the light is on, and the door is slightly open. There are noises coming from inside, and I’m curious enough to let it go so easily. It’s Raphael, and he’s sitting in the toilet, but the seat is down. And the way his hand is moving, can only be one thing. He’s naked from the waist down, and staring at his phone, the veins of his neck are engorged and he doesn’t lose focus. I adjust my position and I see it, in its full glory, his swollen member, so red that it must be hurting, his hand moving up and down with such violence that it’s almost scary.
And he closes his eyes, bites his lip, and grabs a piece of underwear next to him, which he brings to his face, taking a deep sniff. Wait a second – is that?
Fuck me. He grabbed the panties that I left on the bathroom floor when I got home, because I was too lazy to put them in the laundry basket. There is a relief in his face, as he repeats the process again, an audible whiff, his dick throbs in his hands, and he stands up, his big balls dangling up and down as the head of his dick gets a dark shade of red, and he holds the panties while it shoots white thick liquid. If I wasn’t wearing any underwear, I’d leave a pool where I’m standing. And in a fraction of a section, he looks straight at me, like he could tell I was watching, and I only have time to disappear like a shadow. Fuck!
I hide in my room, and wait until I hear his big steps passing through my door and stopping. I hear his head against the door, like he’s listening, big and soft ventilation sounds resonating through the door, and then he goes to his room. I make sure the coast is clear, and then make my way to the toilet, with all the lights off, and lock the door behind me.
The image of him masturbating makes me want to crawl on the bathroom floor, to press my pussy against the cold hard surface to make sure I am alive. I need to release the pressure he build up in me, to open my legs and feel something entering me. I want to be fucked, hard, until I cannot walk like I hear my colleagues say at the diner. Oh he fucked me all night, I can barely walk this morning.
Well, I want that, and so much more. I want to be left in a comatose state from the amount of fucking he can give me. And I wish dad can participate, but he’s not here, so I have to use what’s available.
And it’s when the scent got to me – I have a hand on my breast, and another down my panties, and it slowly comes to me, a pungent scent – I look and find my panties on the floor, with a big stain. White. Viscous. I crawl closer, it’s not a stain, it’s more of a flood, a pool of dirty white liquid standing still. My curiosity runs wildly, and my fingers work faster, as I get my face near it, the scent so intense it makes me gag, but I play strong. I want this, I need this.
Then, I reach for my phone, and take a picture. And another. I want to have this documented, how my brother used my panties to cum all over, and then left them on the floor for me to find. There is no other explanation. He was sniffing them, thinking of me. Naughty brother, I think, as I get my tongue near it, near that thick pool of liquid, and I am stronger than I thought, and touch it first, playing with it with my fingers, but can’t resist to let my tongue swirl around it for a second.
It’s cold. For a moment I am expecting a hot, scorching hot liquid, but it grew cold. It almost stops me, but the after taste in my tongue begs for more, and I bring my face down to those panties, and taste it, slowly at first, but then I cannot stop. I want it all, and in one big slurp, the whole load comes flooding my senses, bringing me to the strongest orgasm of my life, with me crying on the bathroom floor.
Later that night I post the audio together with the pics into my fans page.
Wednesday, 29th of March, 2023
Dear Diary,
I should be more careful next time I post something online.
It was just an audio file, but I kept saying “fuck me daddy.”
But, on a positive note, I got past the one hundred followers. Now, I have a bunch of perverts trying to give me money to shove things up my holes.
One user in particular caught my attention, but with his kind words. “I wish you were my daughter” he said, but in a context that was as comfortable as if those words came from dad. I’m just missing him too much.
No word from Keira. Nothing. Niente. Nada. I’m worried, but again, not that much.
I come home from the diner to find that one of the twins is banging someone on his room. The girl is in complete mental breakdown, screaming her lungs out, and the bed is hitting against the wall, almost tearing it down.
Why do I wish that was me? Why do I want the same treatment, all over again, until I can’t walk? The last few days, locked in here with them, has made me want things I didn’t realize I craved so much. First, with Raphael, now with Gabriel, oh goddamn, my pussy creams just to think about their huge cocks fucking me, banging me against the couch, not having pity of their sister.
And before I know it, my hand is already slipping inside my panties, tasting the warm wetness, and my fingers looking to have some fun while he keeps banging her.
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