“All I need to do his slide your panties to the side, and I’m in. I’m going to fuck you, Angelica, so hard you won’t ever want another cock again.”
And the head of his cock is so moist, it leaks down over my swollen lips, causing me to shiver. “Please,” I manage to say, “I… you can’t be my first one.”
“And why’s that?” he asks, his cock sliding ever more dangerously near. I know he won’t fuck me if I don’t want to, I know that. Deep inside, I know my stepbrother can control himself. “Who do you want to fuck you first?”
I’m not brave to tell him. Instead, I rub my ass again, against his swollen member, but he knows what I’m doing.
“You are going to tell me, one way or another,” he whispers, and his hand slides down, inside my panties, and I bury my face in the pillow, he is touching me, where no man has ever touched me before, and on my back I have his warm cock, and the emotions are just too much to handle. He bites down on my neck, as he gains total control over me, and he keeps asking the same question, who’s going to be your first?.
And it’s between tears of joy, as my orgasm hits the hardest, that I confess to him my most well-kept secret – I want dad to be my first.
Friday, 31th of March, 2023
Dear Diary,
I still can’t believe what happened between Raphael and I yesterday. Yes, I wanted it to happen, but I never thought of telling him my secrets. And he shoot his load all over my back, with his fingers over my pussy, and I told him my darkest side. My perverted side.
He didn’t say a word about it throughout the day to the others, but I’m afraid of what he might do with that information.
And at least today is Friday, and I’m all home alone. Or that was what I thought.
My fans site, for some reason, is on fire. And I’ve been making some calculations – the money will be good, and god willingly it will be my way out of this house. I love dad to death, but I don’t really, truly, feel loved. Well, dad loves me in his own particular way, but Keira hates me so much she disappeared of our lives, and Raphael just wants to bone me. And I believe the same is true for all the others.
And to think it’s been only a few days since I’m all alone, managing this household, and things are not into shambles. Truth is, I think to myself as I undress from the work uniform, I never felt this tired before. No energy, no nothing.
It’s all work, work, work, from dawn to dust – if not laundry, then the dishes, the cooking, the tidying it up, the cleaning, oh dear lord, the amount of hair from their bodies, their dirtiness, the sports equipment, it’s everything all together, and I’m supposed to do everything myself?
“No, it has to change,” I say out loud, as I shower. I’m still thinking about Raphael’s fingers and the orgasm he gave me, and that’s also part of the changes I’m planning in my head. No more harassment in this household, they will treat me with respect.
“It fucking has to change.” Such a dirty mouth, if father listens to this I’m in serious trouble. I close the water, and open the curtain, but for some reason, can’t find my towel. Strange. I have to walk naked back to my room, where I know I have some more, but I’m faced with Raphael waiting for me in the corridor, just by my room’s door. I put one hand over my nipples, another over my pussy, but I’m not fast enough.
“Hey sis,” he says calmly, looking at me, one hand on his bulge. “Looking fresh.”
“What do you want?”
He takes one step in my direction, and I ran into the bedroom, but he puts his feet preventing me to fully close the door. My breasts bounce with the surprise, and he can’t take his eyes from them.
“I want what we started, shorty.”
“I told you, I’m not a whore like your friends.”
“Oh… you’re not… yet…” with each word he keeps grabbing his junk, a hard erection inside his sweatpants.
With a deep breath, I ignore his presence, and decided to let him enjoy my nakedness while I search for something to wear. He keeps staring at me, hand inside his pants, stroking, and it just feels so cringe to me at that moment.
“You’re a fucking perv, that’s what you are,” I say, while getting my panties on.
“No need to be feisty. You enjoyed it so much yesterday, I bet you want another taste, don’t you?” And he comes near, there’s only us and the room around us, my tits exposed and my panties soaking up my desire. He removes his shirt, showing me how hard he has been working to keep his body in shape, and with one hand inside his pants, he uses the other one to touch me. “I bet you’d like to taste me again, this time, straight from the tap, no?”
There’s a depravity in his eyes that reminds me of father when he was fucking Keira in the kitchen, so lost in his lust that went blind.
Raphael pulls down his pants, his cock is like a spring, hitting him back in his tummy, a hard, perfect cock. And he guides my hand straight into it.
“Be a good girl, shorty.”
I can listen to his heart beat so close he is to me. But I can also feel it throbbing on his cock. It’s heavy. And too warm. How can something hard, moist and hot cause such a turmoil inside my panties?
I want to be a good girl.
Raphael places his hand on top of mine. Like a Sheppard, guiding his sheep. Or like a wolf.
He sure looks like a wolf. But I’m not an easy prey.
Surely, I’ve watched porn. Who didn’t? But the first penis of my life is surely a fucking revelation, how much control over a guy you have, how easy they fall victim of your moves. With each stroke, Raphael moaned differently, he teaches me how he enjoys it, and at first it’s an oddity, a strange event how the head of that one eyed snake leaks profusely, and every time I squeeze him he shivers in a strange way.
Hypnotic.
I want to fall to my knees like I saw in the movies, but don’t find the right pretext of doing it, and assume most guys don’t like blowjobs – that’s what my friends tell me most times. They complain it hurts, and the teeth, and they don’t enjoy getting head, so I keep masturbating him for a couple of minutes, until he’s throbbing.
His face changes. I’m focusing on his face instead of his cock, but I got the gist of it, and it feels too big for just one hand, so heavy that my arm is already hurting, but I keep going, the veins of his neck engorging, and he opens his eyes, looking straight at me.
Like stripping my soul.
He takes the cock into his hands, bending down, and grabs my hair in his fist, forcing me down to my knees. Oh fuck, that got me even wetter, his dominance, his sudden decision making, his maleness, and so close to his red hot cock.
The scent, oh that scent I remember so well.
But it’s only when the first rope hits my mouth I understand his intentions, and I’m coated in a shower of cum, half I could take into my mouth, the rest went everywhere.
It’s when he shoves his cock inside my mouth that my hands slip inside my panties, and I convulse into an orgasm, as my stepbrother finishes in me.
Friday, 31st of March, 2023
Dear Diary,
I better sleep with one eye open. I’m missing the key of my bedroom, so tonight, the door remains unlocked. For the last two hours I’ve been answering questions on my fans page, people seem to want a lot of things that I’m not willing to give them.
This one user though, he’s cute. He told me I remind him of his daughter, and sent me a tip of two hundred dollars, just because. Now I think I’m starting to understand sugar daddies.
I’m not strong enough to confess what Raphael and I just did a few hours ago, but his taste is still all over me. My mouth tingles just to think of him, cumming, forcing himself into me, and causing my soul to erupt. I never wanted sex as much as I want right now. I want to be fucked, ravaged, time and time again, and I don’t think I want dad, I just want a cock.
And I made an audio file saying exactly that.
Fuck me, I whisper softly, be my first.
Maybe Raphael is right. Maybe we’re not that alike after all.
Saturday, 1st of April, 2023
Dear Diary,
Azriel knocks on the door. He forgot his key at home, he said. He’s wearing his running gear and gosh does he take my breath away.
He comes around to tell me there’s not much to say. Someone from his team was able to reach mom, well, Keira, but she doesn’t want to be found.
The fucking bitch.
The boys are down, I can tell, with this news. Michael is dramatic to the point of punching the walls, but they are solid and I end up getting a bag of ice and giving him reassurance that is certainly not broken. Boys and their hormones.
I’m sitting in the couch, with Raphael in one side and Michael on the other, while Azriel takes dad’s seat. I try to avoid looking between his legs, but his running shorts leave nothing to the imagination, and even wearing underwear, there is a volume impossible to deny. I start to think the nickname giant is not only because of his 6ft8, the tallest man I’ve known all my life.
When he leaves the house, there is an emptiness hard to explain. They are upset, fuck, even I am upset. Michael rests his head on my shoulder, and I caress him, while Raphael grabs my knee with his big hand. I look down at his hand, and then back at him, and I know he is establishing his domain. But not in front of the twins, and certainly not with Michael asking for comfort, so I move his hand away.
I decide to bake some cookies, unsure of what to do. On Saturdays, the boys normally go play sports and don’t spend that much time at home, but I’m not seeing that happening today. But, nonetheless what I was thinking, the twins leave the house to play tennis, and I assume Michael and Raphael are gone too, as the house stands silent.
But the smell of cookies brought Michael to the kitchen, a sad voice on a usually happy guy. He is more mature than Raphael, more focused on what he wants, and much more shaped into a jock than his brother. His blue eyes are a terrible sin, blue as the deep waters of an underwater river that takes you away without you even notice it.
He comes behind, embracing his body over me, and taking a long sniff of my hair. “I missed this smell,” he says, and I’m not sure if he means mine or the cookies. He doesn’t let go for a while, keeping a tight embrace, but I’m able to turn and hug him back, letting his head rest on my bosom for a few seconds more than I should.
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