Stepbrother Sleepwalking Surprise
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– What you are doing is wrong.
She wasn't crying. She stopped when she realized that the hide-and-seek was over. That before her body there was something greater than her temporarily discomfort, and stronger than her fairly trained muscles. The situation was grotesque, something pleasurable and horrible and unexpected, but only Alice seemed to perceive it.
– What you are doing is wrong – she said again, without conviction.
He didn't say a word. She could smell his body as he was pressing his left hand on her neck, the right forearm blocking the head. She thought for a moment that her own voice was satisfying him, like a sort of fading resistance that was already bearing all the signs of a pathetic uselessness.
Because I'm weak, thought Alice.
– What you are...
He wasn't wearing anything but a pair of old jeans. His complexion was slim and sinewy at the same time, and Alice was feeling scared by the sense of cold determination emanating from the tension of his muscles. Although he was holding her with more energy than necessary, his face was characterized by an absolute calmness – a state of serenity, she would have said. He was acting naturally, as if there was nothing strange or uncommon in what he was doing that afternoon. His face betrayed no emotion.
He was excited though, and she could feel it. His cock was hard and she was the prey doomed to accept it. But the young man lying upon her body was not in a hurry and Alice thought that what was happening had been occupying his mind for a long time.
He has been waiting for so long, and a few minutes longer won't make any difference, thought Alice.
She was wearing a pair of black panties and a sport top tank. The surreal and prolonged contact with his body was making her sweat. But it was not all. Her body – oh, she was bloody aware of that – started responding to his intruding manliness. She was getting wet and her growing excitement couldn't be concealed any longer. Her hands reached his hips and touching is perfect skin made her breathe heavily. She wasn't ready to surrender yet, a part of her was still struggling against his presence. Her hands tested his will by trying to move his body away, but with no success. As the pressure against her labia was growing stronger and stronger, the thought of being penetrated by that cock was beyond the repulsion she had always imagined as unavoidable. She was past repelling what was about to happen.
When he had trapped her, for the first minute or so Alice avoided looking into his eyes. The c***dish statement about the wrongness of his behaviour wasn't directed to him, but rather to herself. What we are going to do is wrong...
What I am going to do.
Then he had blocked her head with his arm. The choice was not hers: she was not being allowed to look into his eyes – it was as simple as that. When he removed his arm from her forehead, Alice stood still for a few seconds. The hand around her neck was getting loose too, which she interpreted as a reckoning of her submission. She hesitated before turning towards him. She was afraid of what his face might reveal; of what reasons might move that boy she knew so well to trap her in a spring afternoon when nobody else was at home. Finally, she turned her head and found his eyes. It was him, the him she was so familiar with, no doubt about that, but at the same time the person she was dealing with was a stranger of a rare kind. He was an absolute of danger and control, of strength and power, and she realized that nothing about him had ever been known to her.
She looked at him once and for all. A few hair locks had fallen on his face partly covering the green eyes and his perfect roman nose. His lips were full and sensual, sealed against her need to hear any sound that could appease her embarrassment. With no facial hair at all and a strong jaw, the beauty of the boy was undisputable.
They were staring at each other now. She ignored what was passing through his mind and he... oh, he did not care at all. His expression was hard and impenetrable. Alice realized that between her aroused vagina and his pressing cock there was only a thin layer of fabric and she found this physical truth almost ridiculous. Beads of sweat were forming on their faces. A few droplets ran down his chin hitting Alice's lips. Her mouth, half-closed and dry, was swelling with excitement.
Suddenly he started closing his hand around her throat again. He kept squeezing until he saw the mouth of the girl wide open – an observer more relaxed than the poor Alice would have noticed something similar to a smile on his face. His cock was pulsing against her vulva. The boy began to move: rhythmically, with every push harder than the preceding one. The sensation of suffocation mixed with the pleasure between her legs was unbearable. Alice used the little hair that filled her lungs to release a dull, low moan.
– Ah...
The reaction of the boy was immediate. He grabbed her face, squeezed her lips and, bending right over her immobilized mouth, let a thick strand of saliva descend into Alice's throat. Then, pressing his fingers on her cheeks, he forced her to gulp it.
The he freed her body and left.
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She wasn't crying. She stopped when she realized that the hide-and-seek was over. That before her body there was something greater than her temporarily discomfort, and stronger than her fairly trained muscles. The situation was grotesque, something pleasurable and horrible and unexpected, but only Alice seemed to perceive it.
– What you are doing is wrong – she said again, without conviction.
He didn't say a word. She could smell his body as he was pressing his left hand on her neck, the right forearm blocking the head. She thought for a moment that her own voice was satisfying him, like a sort of fading resistance that was already bearing all the signs of a pathetic uselessness.
Because I'm weak, thought Alice.
– What you are...
He wasn't wearing anything but a pair of old jeans. His complexion was slim and sinewy at the same time, and Alice was feeling scared by the sense of cold determination emanating from the tension of his muscles. Although he was holding her with more energy than necessary, his face was characterized by an absolute calmness – a state of serenity, she would have said. He was acting naturally, as if there was nothing strange or uncommon in what he was doing that afternoon. His face betrayed no emotion.
He was excited though, and she could feel it. His cock was hard and she was the prey doomed to accept it. But the young man lying upon her body was not in a hurry and Alice thought that what was happening had been occupying his mind for a long time.
He has been waiting for so long, and a few minutes longer won't make any difference, thought Alice.
She was wearing a pair of black panties and a sport top tank. The surreal and prolonged contact with his body was making her sweat. But it was not all. Her body – oh, she was bloody aware of that – started responding to his intruding manliness. She was getting wet and her growing excitement couldn't be concealed any longer. Her hands reached his hips and touching is perfect skin made her breathe heavily. She wasn't ready to surrender yet, a part of her was still struggling against his presence. Her hands tested his will by trying to move his body away, but with no success. As the pressure against her labia was growing stronger and stronger, the thought of being penetrated by that cock was beyond the repulsion she had always imagined as unavoidable. She was past repelling what was about to happen.
When he had trapped her, for the first minute or so Alice avoided looking into his eyes. The c***dish statement about the wrongness of his behaviour wasn't directed to him, but rather to herself. What we are going to do is wrong...
What I am going to do.
Then he had blocked her head with his arm. The choice was not hers: she was not being allowed to look into his eyes – it was as simple as that. When he removed his arm from her forehead, Alice stood still for a few seconds. The hand around her neck was getting loose too, which she interpreted as a reckoning of her submission. She hesitated before turning towards him. She was afraid of what his face might reveal; of what reasons might move that boy she knew so well to trap her in a spring afternoon when nobody else was at home. Finally, she turned her head and found his eyes. It was him, the him she was so familiar with, no doubt about that, but at the same time the person she was dealing with was a stranger of a rare kind. He was an absolute of danger and control, of strength and power, and she realized that nothing about him had ever been known to her.
She looked at him once and for all. A few hair locks had fallen on his face partly covering the green eyes and his perfect roman nose. His lips were full and sensual, sealed against her need to hear any sound that could appease her embarrassment. With no facial hair at all and a strong jaw, the beauty of the boy was undisputable.
They were staring at each other now. She ignored what was passing through his mind and he... oh, he did not care at all. His expression was hard and impenetrable. Alice realized that between her aroused vagina and his pressing cock there was only a thin layer of fabric and she found this physical truth almost ridiculous. Beads of sweat were forming on their faces. A few droplets ran down his chin hitting Alice's lips. Her mouth, half-closed and dry, was swelling with excitement.
Suddenly he started closing his hand around her throat again. He kept squeezing until he saw the mouth of the girl wide open – an observer more relaxed than the poor Alice would have noticed something similar to a smile on his face. His cock was pulsing against her vulva. The boy began to move: rhythmically, with every push harder than the preceding one. The sensation of suffocation mixed with the pleasure between her legs was unbearable. Alice used the little hair that filled her lungs to release a dull, low moan.
– Ah...
The reaction of the boy was immediate. He grabbed her face, squeezed her lips and, bending right over her immobilized mouth, let a thick strand of saliva descend into Alice's throat. Then, pressing his fingers on her cheeks, he forced her to gulp it.
The he freed her body and left.
******
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