“Oh my goooood,” I hear in a continuous, and the bed comes to a halt, but her moaning continues for a little longer, long enough for me to get closer and closer, biting my lips as I grope my breast and finger my pussy.
And then I see him. He doesn’t see me, but I see him walking past to use the toilet, and his massive junk hanging in the hair. My eyes can’t understand the size of it – Raphael’s looked huge already, but this one – maybe it was because he just had sex.
It is the perversion of wanting my stepbrother even after he fucked someone else that sends me over the edge, in the living room, sliding down from the couch, moaning, panting, trying not to lose consciousness.
My fingers are covered in slick, and takes me a while to recover, and when I realize what I just did, I ran to my room to get myself sorted. My cheeks are red, by breasts seem larger and my hair is a mess.
I’m making dinner when I hear Raphael coming behind me. I recognize his steps, and I tell him off for not taking his boots off when he got home – I don’t even have to look. He ignores me, and stands behind me, I can feel him breathing on my neck.
“Did you enjoy my present last night?”
That’s all he has to ask to make all the hairs of my body to stand up, and I drop the metal spoon I’m using to stir the pan.
“No need to be nervous, Angel. I saw you enjoying the show.”
I try hard to keep my poker face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”
“Silly girl,” he says, and slaps me hard in the ass, echoing through the kitchen. “Next time invite me, yes?” and he grabs me by the hips, and pulls me back.
There’s a hard thing pushing against my ass, and he doesn’t let go. A fire builds in me, as I imagine him again, shooting his load. I don’t dare saying how much I enjoyed slurping it, or to confess how much I enjoy knowing he was thinking about me when he masturbated.
“Raphael, for fuck sake, let me go,” I beg, but it’s more of a whimper.
I don’t say it like I mean it. Just bend me over and fuck me against the table, that’s what I want to say, but the words don’t come out. Instead, I moan, a little whimper, a little whisper, and he pushes it harder against me.
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Leaving your underwear everywhere, dressing like a slut,” and with this his hand goes from my hip to the hem of my skirt, and finds its way inside.
“Stop it,” I say, my hand failing to stop his, and his fingertips are brushing against my panties, and all I can do is shiver in his grasp.
“You don’t want me to stop, you’re just a little slut, like the girl Gabriel brought home, I saw you masturbating.”
“No you didn’t,” I say, and now getting a little worried as Raphael is humping against my body, his cock getting warmer.
With ease, I’m thrown against the kitchen center island, the cold surface contrasting with my body heat, and I’m so horny right now. What I thought would always feel so fucking wrong in real life is tasting seriously good.
“What are you doing?” I ask, a mix of scared with horny. “Gabriel can caught us, and they are probably on their way home by now,” but he doesn’t listen.
No, he wants me, like a bull wants to breed. He bends me down, grabbing my hair, and lifts my skirt, my panties showing, and he can tell I’m horny. “Please, Raphael,” I beg, but he keeps going, his hands resisting to touch me at the start, and instead, he rubs his bulge against my ass cheeks. Then, a heavy slap, making my skin burn.
“You keep teasing, every day, every fucking day I need to control myself so hard, Angelica.”
We are brothers, Raphael. That’s what I should have said.
Instead, I push my ass against his boner, and could listen to his breathing change. So heavy. So controlled. He wants to rip my panties and fuck my pussy, and I’m begging for him to do it, but instead, play a victim. “I never teased you, you’re my brother, I wouldn’t dare,” I say, rubbing my wet panties on his hard cock.
“Angelica, I don’t’ care who can caught us, do that again and I’ll fuck you right here and right now,” he warns me.
“Please, don’t do that, I’m a virgin,” I protest, but I don’t stop rubbing my ass on his bulge, and he lets his grip go from me, as my ass cheeks are parted by his super hard bulge, his breathing keeps changing, and I can hear him holding on my crop top, pushing it, harder. Is it this easy? He is grunting softly as my ass gains speed, I’m enjoying it, the rubbing sends shivers to my womb, and he grabs my breasts with his other hand.
“What are you doing, Angelica?” he murmurs, as if I’m about to condemn him. And I push harder, until I feel his cock right between my lips, and he bends over be, panting, “don’t stop,” he says, “please, please, don’t stop now,” and I can feel him throb. His cock, I mean, throbbing straight against my pussy, the clothes being a barrier, but then there is a warmth spreading like fire, and I’m close, I’m near, but I don’t get there. Fuck.
He finishes, and gets off the table. I’m not done here, I want to say, but I see the look in his eyes. “You are a devil,” he says to me.
I push skirt down, and adjust my crop top, and look Raphael in the eyes. “I just hope you didn’t get me pregnant there.”
“If you keep pushing me like that. Ah, shit, can’t believe we just did this.” And he takes one step over to me, and a finger to my lips – “say one word about this, and you’ll see that not even Azriel can save you.”
“Dad will.”
A grin shows across his lips.
Thursday, 30th of March, 2023
Dear Diary,
One of my subscribers asked me if I was a virgin. I said yes, but in a video, where I masturbated with my clothes on, and said the only person I’d let to enter me would be my daddy.
Maybe I should change my voice. I’m worried, what if someone recognizes me? I normally do the videos when I’m horny, and I don’t think straight at those times. This one was made just after Raphael had his way with me.
I left those panties under his pillow, and imagined all night what he might do with it. Sniff them? Lick them? Destroy them?
Wear them? No, I don’t think they would fit anyway.
I am about to log off when a user tips me fifty dollars.
What… the… fuck?
A request. Show us your vagina. At least he didn’t say cunt.
I tell him when I’m ready, I will show it. Not now. Not for fifty bucks anyway.
And I don’t plan to ever show it, what you do in the internet, stays in the internet. The only reason I joined the fans site is to get more money, the money mother refused to me when I wanted to become a bloody nurse. No, darling, it’s too expensive, and it’s not like you get good grades like your brothers do.
And dad… well, dad had to stand up for her. I always came last in this family. I was the girl everyone wanted, and then became nothing of the sort as I grew up. But that’s for a later discussion, as I’m getting ready to leave and don’t resist to pay a visit to the boys bedroom. Raphael and Michael sleep in one room, while the twins in another. The only ones without a bunk bed was myself and Azriel, the latter because he was always too damn big and heavy to be trusted with a weaker structure.
I open the door ajar, and there’s a deep ingrained scent in the room, the boys sleeping peacefully. I know they will be getting out on time, as they normally do, but I need to resist the urge of getting inside the bed with them. But Raphael is looking too tempting, the bed sheets on the floor, and his boner trying to rip through the fabric of his clothes. I open the window, to keep the air circulating, and pick up the dirty laundry they left on the floor, and it’s when I see, my panties, the ones I left under Raphael’s pillow, right next to his face.
Dirty boy.
Maybe I’m watching too much porn, but the adrenaline makes me feel alive. I look up and see Michael’s face looking at me, but he’s sleeping. And, looking down, Raphael is fast asleep too, but his cock is throbbing.
Despite sometimes sneaking into their rooms and watch for a few seconds their morning woods, today it’s different. I’m not here just because I’m doing laundry later on, I’m here because I wanted to see Raphael again, since he left me hanging yesterday. His sweatpants are still dirty in the chair, with that big cum stained spot I caused.
Why are boys like this? No worries into cleaning things, just expecting me to do everything? Is that why mother left? No, certainly not, there must be another reason. One that I need to find out.
And, before I leave, I reach to grab my panties, but Raphael grabs my arm with a sudden jerk. I can’t say I wasn’t expecting it, but I do nothing to prevent it from happening. I can feel my nipples harden with his touch, and my saliva watering my mouth as I look down to his throbbing dick.
“Are you playing with fire, Angel? Because you’re going to get burned.”
He whispers the words. But I smile, because the way I’m feeling lately got me so horny that I am taking all the risks I never thought I could.
“Look who got burned yesterday, big bro,” I reply back, with a smile. “Did you enjoy my panties?”
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