First of all, I would like to introduce myself and tell you a few words about myself. My name is Ira, I am a rather diligent and cheerful girl of 18 years old. Quite an average student of one of the industrial technical schools in the vastness of our great and vast Motherland. Short brunette, quite slender, but not a fitness babe, with neat size 2 breasts. And so fate has it that about ten years ago I had a half-brother Andrey, a couple of years older than me. We never had particularly warm feelings for each other, but we tried not to spoil life unnecessarily. And to my great happiness, my parents sent us to different educational institutions, and besides, my brother was already finishing his studies and was going to leave for the capital to continue his studies in the correspondence department at the university. I was comparatively glad that I would have to see him even less in my hometown. But as it soon became clear, I was wrong not to be interested in my brother and tried to ignore him. It so happened that my boyfriend Igor was hanging out with some of my brother's close friends and on the eve of his departure we ended up in the same apartment. Until that moment, I had no idea that an inconspicuous guy could be a great ringleader and organize a wild party. The noise was wild, and how the 4-room apartment survived a crowd of inadequate students remains questionable. Beer, vodka, wine flowed like rivers, music was blaring, everyone was dancing, joking, singing. And by the very height of it, I had already managed to quarrel with my boyfriend, who became an outright idiot as soon as alcohol entered his blood. Why had I been putting up with him for over six months? On the advice of my friends, I chose a lover with a big penis and suffered, as you already understood, not only because of the size. Twenty-odd centimeters is good if the guy knows how to use it. But no matter how I writhed, what positions I tried, I came only with my own help. And the suitor, having learned two positions, apparently stopped there. And then came the moment when the cup of patience was overflowing. The guy started a fight with some stranger, and when I tried to calm him down, I got a slap in the face. At that moment, the music suddenly died down and I heard my brother's quiet but very loud voice. - Now stop it, you drunk bastard. Despite the fact that he spoke measuredly and did not shout, everyone around him turned pale. I myself felt uneasy. I would never have thought that one phrase could contain so much threat. It seems that my future ex-boyfriend understood this too. - Now, you'll go to the bedroom and sleep it off. And when you sober up, we'll talk - Andrey continued. - And if not? - Judging by his speech, Igor was in perfect condition. - You hit my sister. The only reason you're still alive is because you're drunk as shit. - Andrey, calm down... - said one of his friends. - Don't interfere. Igor, go to the bedroom right now. We'll talk in the morning. Oddly enough, my blockhead somehow pulled himself together. And apparently feeling guilty, he went to sleep it off. He passed out fairly quickly and within a couple of minutes loud snoring could be heard. Everyone around began to calm down, the party or the get-together, however you prefer to perceive it, was returning to its normal course. But now I looked at my brother with undisguised gratitude. And as soon as he approached me, I felt my heart begin to beat faster. Andrey gently put his arm around my shoulders: - Are you okay? - More or less. It's not the first time I've seen such a picture. But this is the first time I've been hit in the face. Fortunately, not too hard. - Sorry, I should have beaten him. - And then call an ambulance or the police? If everything is settled peacefully, that's the best option. - I can't stand fights. Because if something happens, I'll be the one who has to look after the guy with the broken face. Later that evening, events developed so rapidly that I remember little of the conversation. My brother and I started talking, got drunk together, smoked on the balcony and looked at the stars. I don’t remember what he said or what I said. But I remember very well that with each phrase, feelings that were far from friendly grew within me. And when we were dancing together, to some slow dance, I started to press myself closer and closer to my brother. At that moment, I no longer cared whether he was a stepbrother or a biological brother. Whether it was right or not. Soon I felt that he was also interested in my closeness. And not in the hands that were below the waist, but just barely touched my bottom. Something touched me from the other side and was already quite noticeable. I already guessed that he would not surpass my boyfriend in size. But I wanted sex so much, with a person who would not look at me like a piece of meat. I felt how he inhaled the smell of hair, already pretty disheveled, and it excited me wildly. I don’t know whether the others paid attention to us or not. It was dark around, everyone was pretty drunk. I tore my head away from Andryukha’s chest and reached for his lips. And how happy I was when he responded to my kiss. I felt very warm in both my chest and stomach area. And between my legs it was burning so much that I didn't even suspect such sensations existed. “Can we continue?” I said timidly as our tongues and lips separated. - Maybe it's not worth it? - I don't care, I don't care about anything. I want you. I don't know how many seconds passed before we moved from the living room to one of the rooms. My brother played sensually with my breasts, moved down to my hips, accompanying this with passionate kisses. I trembled languidly and could no longer hold back my moans. You know, my friends told me about good sex. About powerful orgasms, about foreplay. Previously, everything was limited to blowjobs and banal fucking in one of two positions. But now everything was different. Less than a couple of minutes passed, and I was left without panties. And my brother was gently caressing my pussy. And, DAMN IT! He not only knows where the clitoris is, but also knows how to stimulate it. My head was spinning from the overwhelming pleasure, and the foreplay turned into cunnilingus. Believe it or not. No one had licked me before. And when I felt Andryusha's tense bukvoeb.top tongue between my legs, I had to close my mouth. Otherwise, I would have screamed so that I would be heard not only in the neighboring apartment, but also on the parallel street. My eyes suddenly darkened, my heart was beating so that I could hear the pulse in my head, and my body went limp in voluptuous bliss. Apparently this is how a real orgasm should feel. Gradually I began to come to my senses. - Fuck me, I beg you, quickly. - I don't really know how to encourage guys. But either it worked, or my brother already knew what to do. He gently inserted his hard unit into my heated womb. By this point I was leaking so much that it is difficult to describe. And then it struck me that this was the very room that some drunkard had gone to earlier. And if you suddenly lost the idea of the story, it was my boyfriend. - Andrey, look! - I tried to whisper quietly, but it didn’t really work. - Damn it! What should we do now? - To check how soundly he sleeps - in my drunken head a cunning plan of revenge had already matured, driven by a thirst for pleasure. Unfortunately, I had to stop for a minute. But when it became clear that Igor was sleeping like a log, I lay down right on top of him and spread my legs in front of Andryukha again. He froze in surprise. - Are you going to wait much longer or maybe you'll finally fuck me properly? “Either you are the best sister in the world or the most notorious whore,” with these words, he stuck his dick into me again. My brother started slowly, but he steadily increased the pace. I reached the level of arousal when I wanted not tenderness and romance, but a good spanking. Andrey understood this and pounded my wet pussy so zealously that my eyes rolled back from pleasure. I had almost no control over myself. I scratched his back, bit his shoulders, so as not to scream louder than necessary. “In m-m-m-m-me...” she tried to say, struggling with moans. And my brother didn't refuse. I felt his cock pulsating, hot sperm escaping from it and filling me. This time we came together. I felt myself sobering up and understood that this night could be the only one and I didn't want to remain in debt. And the score was 2 to 1. Having quickly dragged my brother to another bed, I pounced on his limp penis. Some of the sperm flowed down my thighs, the rest I licked off his dignity. One of my playful little hands actively caressed his scrotum, the other directed his cock into my mouth. I tried not to stop and ran my tongue over the head, over the balls. How pleasant his cock tasted, mixed with semen and my juices. I didn't even understand when he tensed up again, but just continued to swallow, deeper and deeper. And soon I felt him trembling again. Only this time the sperm splashed down my throat and I swallowed every last drop. My brother and I left home early in the morning by taxi. By evening he was off to the capital by train, and I was listening to my boyfriend's howls of apology on the phone. But snot, drool and forgiveness through humiliation with a strap-on, that's a completely different story.