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Rated: XGC · Interactive · Erotica · #1798306

What's it like as predator, instead of prey?

This choice: Your older brother's room.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #2

There's...company? Or dinner?

    by: manubestofplus Author IconMail Icon
*an addition by: Enigma the Fox*

Thinking that maybe your 18 year old brother Mike could loan you a few bucks, you walk out and turn down the hall for his room. He has a job after all, and he's family. It crosses your mind that he'll probably say no...he delights in tormenting you. With a sigh, you walk in without looking and shut the door.

"Hey Mike, could I..."

You cut off, Mike giving a startled yelp. He was in bed with his girlfriend, and didn't lock the door. You can't stifle a snicker at the sight of him caught in the act, banging the poor leggy redhead from behind. He snatches up a sheet, pointing at the door with a bright red face.

"OUT! NOW!" A thought hits him, and he hurredly waves a hand. "And don't tell Mom! Or I'll knock the crap out of you!"

Grinning like a cat in the presence of two canaries, insticts you didn't have before start to grow. Not one, but two meals in the same room. Something in the back of your mind clicks, and suddenly you absolutely NEED them both. And you know just what'll distract your jerk brother. Mike's always thought you were hot, but never said or did anything because you're his sister. Slinking forward, you slowly pull off your top. His eyes gape, jaw dropping along with the sheet. His girlfriend is sitting up by now, and just looks confused. She never seemed that bright.

"Um...Mikey? Isn't that your sister Mary?"

He keeps staring, nodding dumbly as you slide off your shorts and panties at the same time. His eyes fix on your neatly trimmed-down crotch, only a small patch of blonde hair residing over your slit. With a wink and a grin you continue forward to rest a hand on the girlfriend's slender, silky leg.

"Don't get ideas, Mike. I just want a taste of your girlfriend here. But you can watch if you want."
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