I don't know when I started to lose consciousness. I vaguely remember that my brother didn't call a car, but carried me on his back, who was about to fall asleep, and walked over the sparsely pedestrian bridge and silent traffic, and took me home. I curled up in his arms and fell asleep the whole night. Actually, I didn't realize it when I fell asleep, but I could feel him always there.
I slept for a full twelve hours. The moment the sun dazzled my eyes, I suddenly woke up, sat up all of a sudden, and dumbly realized that I was on my brother's bed.
There was someone sitting up with me. My brother hadn't woke up yet, his peachy eyes were half-squinted, and he lazily hugged me from behind and smiled: "Good morning." He must have smoked a lot last night, and his voice was still hoarse. NS.
I glanced at my watch, it was already noon.
"You did not go to work?"
"If I don't say anything, I resigned." He didn't care.
I suddenly became energetic: "I'm really quitting if I fuck you? Can't I just go? I have to go through the formalities anyway."
"I have already handed in my resignation a few days ago, and these days are in the end." My brother has ideas and is vigorous and resolute. He has always been safe and never offends people. Everything is considered.
"Okay, take a good rest."
I have been looking forward to my brother taking a vacation and never having to be angry with those old shareholders.
My brother put his chin on my shoulder and asked me worriedly: "Then our family will have no income in the future, so we can’t hire an aunt to cook, and we can’t give you pocket money. You can only wear old clothes and shoes. Maybe you still have to go to the flyover with your brother to beg for dinner, are you willing?"
"Fuck, isn't it?" I never asked about the financial situation of our family, but in case it was so miserable as my brother said, I could only sell the house and villa I currently live in, and I had to work to support my brother. , I'm going to beg for dinner. My brother is not allowed to go. The princess can't show her face on the street. It's not noble.
I walked into the bathroom with a lot of thoughts and took a shower. My brother hugged me with another intact arm and pressed against my skin. Warm water ran between our faces. He touched my face with his injured hand, and my eyelids were still sticking. The dry water stain last night was sore and sore from rubbing his rough fingertips.
"I rely on you to take the hand away. The wound will become soaked with water and it will become pus and rotten. Brother, you are really good. It is really a pain for this hand to follow you."
"You followed me too." He interrupted me, frowning and staring into my eyes. I didn't consciously want to avoid his sight. My brother's eyes can always see through many things I don't want him to know.
I helped him wipe his back, and the water dripped down the muscle gully of my brother's back all the way to my leg.
He suddenly turned around and put me into his arms and hugged him, touched my body, rubbed the rough palms against the old scars on my chest and itchy, and his fingertips followed every line. After that, I went to rub the smoke scars on the roots of my legs, and finally stroked the black scars that couldn't fade away on my back.
I couldn't understand his intentions, so I had no choice but to comfort me: "These have nothing to do with you, and I don't feel it anymore. Forget about it."
"Can you forget."
"Hmm..." I don't want to use these scars to make my brother feel guilty. I have to find a way to hide them, or my brother will be sad when he sees them.
I hurried out and took the bath towel in and helped my brother wipe the water off his body. He backhand wrapped the bath towel around myself, rolled my two hands inside, and then picked up my knees to take away the big bug. Put the curtains on the bed in the bedroom.
I thought he wanted to fuck me, and while he was drawing the curtains, I took the lubricant out of the drawer and squeezed it into my hand, and inserted two fingers to expand it myself. I don’t know why it’s always tight and astringent. The harder I push it, the more it hurts. I want to relax a little bit and keep pushing myself in front of me, but I’m always distracted and my cock doesn’t get hard.
My brother looked back and saw that I was doing too hard to expand. He hugged me behind me, and passed his hands under my armpits to support me and help me. His hand was very hot, and he slowly rubbed it on my half-erwn penis. It was very comfortable. I didn't want him to leave.
"Baby." My brother pressed to my ear and asked me, "Why do you want that today."
I don’t know. I’ve been a little panicked since yesterday. I don’t know if I will get better after being filled.
I crawled to the bedside and pulled the drawer open, grabbed a handful of the sanitized debris and threw it to my brother. The metal plug, urethral plug, wooden paddle, handcuffs and pointer whip fell on the bed. My brother likes to play these very much. It can be seen that every time he does this to me, he will be very relaxed and refreshing. He does have a little sexual abuse tendency, which will decrease or increase with emotional changes.
"Why don't you resist?" he asked.
"It's not okay to resist. It's okay to resist. Why do you prefer to play rape?" My brother's perverted habit is getting more and more excessive.
"Usually wanting to tie you is as hard as tying a pig. If you accidentally want to be greeted by your fists and nails twice, I am uncomfortable with being so obedient. In fact, I still like you to struggle a little bit." Duan Rui laughed. The thumb wiped my lips.
"Things are forcing you, let me go if you don't, and I will push myself."
"Be good."
I saw him pick a ruler to make gestures at the base of my leg, so I closed my eyes and waited for him to start. Being beaten is not the same as being beaten. I trust that he will not really hurt me. I can do whatever I can tolerate. He rubbed, this time I don't plan to say safety words.
A warm wind blew in my ears, I opened my eyes, my brother was very close to me, his hands on his side, and his lips rubbed the corner of my mouth: "Do you really think I just use you as a vent tool."
I seem to have annoyed my brother again. He grabbed my hands and fucked me from behind. The hard and hot one pressed against the entrance of my asshole. My brother opened my ass and squeezed a lump of lubricating fluid towards the connection point. Pushing the top into my body.
"elder brother… "
"Um?"
"... Don't push it too fast, I don't want to wet the bed... Ah..."
"It's okay, I wash."
He almost fucked me again. He shot my butt full of semen. He deliberately found fault and said that my asshole was loose and missed a few drops, causing me to kneel on the bed and be beaten. He also stuck a thin rubber stick in my dick, which hurts. I was sweating all over, and instinctively contracted my back acupuncture points. My brother slapped me on the buttocks again to prevent me from pinching him.
I am not in pain, but as everyone knows, no one buys toys for adults. If I don’t use this toy, Duan Rui will have nothing to play with. He is busy at work and stressful, and it will inevitably be annoying that he can’t vent in bed.
From the first time we played the game, my brother told me a safe word "I'll be killed". He would stop when he couldn't stand it. Most of the time, he started very well. When he was on the verge of collapse, he would let me go in time, but sometimes he would lose control and become very cruel, making me gagged and he couldn't help screaming. I asked him if he would lose control when he adjusted his bed partner before. He said no, because it wouldn't be so, there is no reason. And he assured me that he will never meet friends who have sex in the future, regardless of whether they are male or female.
Throughout the process, I gritted my teeth and didn't say any safety words. I let my brother play with my body. In the end, my butt was red and swollen with rotten buttholes and trembled in his arms. What I wouldn't say would become easier to say after being catalyzed by sexual desire.
"Brother... I'll play for you, don't, don't let me do it." After saying this, my face became flushed, so fucking.
"Okay, no, come here and hold him." My brother patiently comforted the brother who was abused by him. Now I have a little bit of the psychology of this perverted game-being comforted by the abuser will produce a kind of wronged security. Sense, will rely more on him. Duan Rui had a strong desire for control since he was a child.
My brother lowered his head and kissed me. I thought he was not very happy yet, so he took the initiative to put his hand between his legs. Now the acupuncture point hurts when touched, and his fingers are rough. It took me a lot of effort to put my brother's fingers. Tucked it into his butt, he moved his fingertips lightly, my dick was so painful.
"Give it back to brother."
"Give."
"Doesn't it hurt? It's hot inside."
"...Come on, if you don't have fun, just continue to chant and fuck me." I gritted my teeth and endured it secretly. It should be fine for another forty minutes.
My brother turned his head and kissed me on the mouth: "Baby, let's not try to force it. It's like brother rapes you endlessly. It's so pitiful."
I sat facing him between his crotch, and hugged his neck with a choking voice: "Your mother forced me to rape me? If it weren't for you, I would have troubled you in the morning..."
My brother was startled, and he coaxed me for a long time with a faint smile.
He helped me get some medicine, went downstairs and brought up the lunch prepared by his aunt, and accompany me to eat in bed.
I announced a decision during the meal. I plan to drop out of school and go to work to support my family.
My brother opened his mouth and stopped talking, pursing his lips and looking at me. He must be very moved.
However, my brother put down the tableware in silence, pulled out a bundle of real estate certificates from the locked bedside safe and patted me on him, then flicked a row of bank cards and passbooks at me like a poker in his hand, and then threw it at me. A dozen bundles of brand-new cash came and buried me, and finally threw car keys on me one by one, Land Rover, Mercedes-Benz, Porsche, Ferrari.
Duan Rui leaned over and pressed on me, with one hand resting on the pillow, and biting my most ticklish place. He patted my face with a mobile phone screen displaying a row of fund stock records, and the white teeth of the tiger showed up again: " Don't go to school anymore? You want to fart."
Is it because I pay too little attention to my family? I'm a damn rich one and five generations.