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Yes, I am blocking you from leaving the living room. And don’t you dare go around me.
I thought Mom would never go to bed. It’s just us now, and we’re going to talk about it. So sit your ass down, big brother.
I sat there, in your lap, and you said something like “Get off.” It had to be something like that because I felt how hard you were, and how quickly you got that way. It both flattered and upset me. I responded with a tart “Feels like you’re about to get off as well.” Not very witty, I know, but it was in the moment.
You blushed, and it was adorable. I knew then that you were really aroused, despite yourself. You told me that I didn’t know what I was talking about. And then I…Christ. Just give me a moment. No, I have to say it.
(Slowly, intensely) And then, without thinking even a bit. I put my hand right down the front of your pants, grabbed your cock and said: “I’m talking about this.”
You walked up to me, horny and angry, your eyes wild. I was wet in about a second. You pushed me back on the bed. I whimpered. You got sort of on top of me, gripped my hair at the base of my neck with one hand and put the other right up my dress, and down my panties. “How do you like being treated like this?” you asked me.
I was still a little tipsy and so turned on. You had to feel that, in any case. So instead of cry or tell you to stop or make something up, I told you the truth.
“I like it a lot,” I said, entirely seriously. I grabbed your arm, hard, and began to grind against your hand.
This is a fantasy by adults, for adults, and about adults.
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