strength... of evocative manliness... a scent that could only come from him and no one else.
H e threw his hoodie on the floor, next to my skirt and my top. His bare torso was before me... much like how it was a few days ago... with lumps and bruises and a scab near his ribs, marks of a battle that remained unknown to me, marks that failed to tarnish the powerful beauty of his form. His burly chest that exuded virility, his robust biceps that made me desire his protection, his flat stomach accentuated by rock-solid mounds of abdominal muscles that I could look at forever...
H e skimmed his hands over his thick black hair, revealing his handsome profile which remained apparent even in the semi-lit confines of my room...
M y room ...
M y fortress of solitude ...
A nd he was here ...
W ith me ...
A nd I was alone with him...
S top , Andrea! There’s still time! Turn back now!
H e grabbed my ass and pulled me towards him, my naked breasts mashed against his sturdy chest. Then he kissed me again. He was more aggressive that time around... more passionate... more purposeful...
H is hand played with the garter of my thong, threatening to pull it down.
H e didn’t .
I nstead , he ripped it off me, causing me to lose my balance for a bit. It should’ve been an awkward moment. But there was something innately irresistible about his display of strength... something which I found highly stimulating.
S o I knelt before him ... much like how I did with Finn that afternoon.
I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. He helped me out by removing the pair completely, his briefs included.
H is cock , massive in both its length and girth, was already hard... and I was awed.
W ill it fit in my mouth, I wondered?
W ill I be able to swallow it whole?
W ill this be the thing that will penetrate my womanhood and claim my virginity?
M y virginity ...
W as I prepared to lose it?
T o him , of all people? My stepbrother?
T hen it struck me . For nine months, I have feared that sex would just diminish the things that Finn and I looked forward to. For nine months, I doubted whether sex would actually be good for our relationship. For nine months, I asked him to wait... as a test of his love... as a measure of his devotion.
A nd what did those nine months bring me?
A broken heart and a world of pain?
V irginity ...
A ndrea , think about this really hard...
F uck virginity !
A ndrea ... you’re bearing the pain of a love betrayed... you’re confused... take time to think about what you’re about to do...
I ’m going to lose mine tonight!
W ith him !
With Nash!
N o , Andrea... this isn’t going to end well... you know that...
I didn’t lick his shaft to stir up his anticipation. I didn’t tease him with small kisses on the tip of his dick. I didn’t play with his balls to further arouse his lust.
I skipped the foreplay and swallowed his cock... all of it... or at least as much of it as could fit in my mouth.
T o my surprise , I was able to hold three quarters of his humongous penis. I underestimated the depth of the back of my mouth. I almost gagged at first, but everything quickly settled down and my lips started to slide smoothly along the trunk of his manhood.
M y mouth swirled around his cock and I saw his face... a wonderful sight of delighted agony. He was biting his lips, trying his best not to moan... or wail... or scream. I was making him happy, and I found contentment in that. My mouth alternated between sweeping up-and-down strokes and circular motions, and he started to tip his head left and right. He was trying to repress the pleasure he was feeling... and it was taking a lot out of him.
I found a pace that almost drove him into madness. He held my head. He guided me. He didn’t want me to lose my rhythm.
T hen , I felt his body start to shiver, and he pulled out his dick from my mouth.
H e was about to come , but he didn’t want the night to
H e threw his hoodie on the floor, next to my skirt and my top. His bare torso was before me... much like how it was a few days ago... with lumps and bruises and a scab near his ribs, marks of a battle that remained unknown to me, marks that failed to tarnish the powerful beauty of his form. His burly chest that exuded virility, his robust biceps that made me desire his protection, his flat stomach accentuated by rock-solid mounds of abdominal muscles that I could look at forever...
H e skimmed his hands over his thick black hair, revealing his handsome profile which remained apparent even in the semi-lit confines of my room...
M y room ...
M y fortress of solitude ...
A nd he was here ...
W ith me ...
A nd I was alone with him...
S top , Andrea! There’s still time! Turn back now!
H e grabbed my ass and pulled me towards him, my naked breasts mashed against his sturdy chest. Then he kissed me again. He was more aggressive that time around... more passionate... more purposeful...
H is hand played with the garter of my thong, threatening to pull it down.
H e didn’t .
I nstead , he ripped it off me, causing me to lose my balance for a bit. It should’ve been an awkward moment. But there was something innately irresistible about his display of strength... something which I found highly stimulating.
S o I knelt before him ... much like how I did with Finn that afternoon.
I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. He helped me out by removing the pair completely, his briefs included.
H is cock , massive in both its length and girth, was already hard... and I was awed.
W ill it fit in my mouth, I wondered?
W ill I be able to swallow it whole?
W ill this be the thing that will penetrate my womanhood and claim my virginity?
M y virginity ...
W as I prepared to lose it?
T o him , of all people? My stepbrother?
T hen it struck me . For nine months, I have feared that sex would just diminish the things that Finn and I looked forward to. For nine months, I doubted whether sex would actually be good for our relationship. For nine months, I asked him to wait... as a test of his love... as a measure of his devotion.
A nd what did those nine months bring me?
A broken heart and a world of pain?
V irginity ...
A ndrea , think about this really hard...
F uck virginity !
A ndrea ... you’re bearing the pain of a love betrayed... you’re confused... take time to think about what you’re about to do...
I ’m going to lose mine tonight!
W ith him !
With Nash!
N o , Andrea... this isn’t going to end well... you know that...
I didn’t lick his shaft to stir up his anticipation. I didn’t tease him with small kisses on the tip of his dick. I didn’t play with his balls to further arouse his lust.
I skipped the foreplay and swallowed his cock... all of it... or at least as much of it as could fit in my mouth.
T o my surprise , I was able to hold three quarters of his humongous penis. I underestimated the depth of the back of my mouth. I almost gagged at first, but everything quickly settled down and my lips started to slide smoothly along the trunk of his manhood.
M y mouth swirled around his cock and I saw his face... a wonderful sight of delighted agony. He was biting his lips, trying his best not to moan... or wail... or scream. I was making him happy, and I found contentment in that. My mouth alternated between sweeping up-and-down strokes and circular motions, and he started to tip his head left and right. He was trying to repress the pleasure he was feeling... and it was taking a lot out of him.
I found a pace that almost drove him into madness. He held my head. He guided me. He didn’t want me to lose my rhythm.
T hen , I felt his body start to shiver, and he pulled out his dick from my mouth.
H e was about to come , but he didn’t want the night to
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