After a frankly amazing night of Barely legal phone sex and so much alcohol I feel a bit like a tipsy fish, I was somewhat strapped to figure out where the hell to even bring my pussy – well, me. I thought about a hookup’s, but I was too tired for the whole song and dance. I thought about going back and passing out, maybe someone would help me out. But ultimately, I decided on my little brother’s house. He’s always been kind to me, even when he was annoyed, and I did kind of accidentally walk there while hammered and start knocking on his door… It wasn’t really a decision, more of a slutty reflex brought on by hundreds of hours of domination phone sex and fun. Well not slutty because, well – errr – it doesn’t matter. What does matter is that he opened his door, took one look at my flushed face and skimpy clothes and decided “I guess it’s time to help my big sis again.” I didn’t answer so much as hum and fall into his arms. It was intimate, cute, a family bonding moment like any other. That was until he closed the door and picked me up. His fingers digging right into my almost bare ass. I wrapped my legs around him to stay stable, while he pressed me against the wall. “You have got to stop doing this.” He scolded me. “It’s dangerous, someone could take advantage.” I didn’t have it in me to point out he was about to do just that, again. Then again, that’s probably half the reason my legs took me here of their own volition. Nothing beats my brother’s cock when it comes to quelling the molten fire between my legs. Family fucking just doesn’t get any kinkier than a drunk outing followed by a reaming while I’m too incapacitated to even want to resist if I could.
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