love brother

I thought that when Ryan was sleeping defenseless in front of me, I would pounce on him like the hungriest wolf and let him scream and cry beneath me for comfort.But when that day really came, I couldn't even breathe lightly, let alone disturb him.

I avoided thinking about whether I was also hypnotized by Mrs. Violet to make such an astonishing move, because that would only make me appear more cowardly, and I didn't even have the courage to bear the consequences.

I've been watching Ryan with my knees on my knees for a long time, and there are at least a hundred scenes in my mind that rape him and make him cry.

It was illegal, it was evil, and even if the police broke into the apartment and shot me dead, I was destined to have no sympathy from anyone.I'm planning how to better rape my stepbrother-yes, rape without subjective awareness.This incident is so shocking, but every pore of mine is relaxing and clamoring excitedly.

I raised my arm and touched Ryan's soft lips with the tips of my fingers, just as I remembered.No one knows that I secretly kissed here when I was 12 years old.

It was a sunny afternoon, it should be spring, I remember that there were many flowers blooming in the garden, and there were often birds around the fountain.

Ryan hadn't been to school for a week because of a bad cold, and I sometimes offered to take care of him and bring him meals.If he was sleeping, I would carefully put down the plate and sit quietly next to him until he woke up by himself.

I remember the warmth of the sun, the fragrance of flowers, the crisp chirping of birds on the windowsill, but I forgot what drove me to kiss.Maybe it's just because of his defenseless sleeping face, the dark body fragrance, or the water-red lips that are still showing in his illness.

Our lips touched for only a short time, and all the time I was afraid that he would wake up and look at me with those silver gray eyes full of anger. If he did, I would be ashamed.Fortunately, he didn't wake up until my tense face stopped burning hot.

This holy kiss is like a sacrifice. I don't hold any blasphemy, and I worship him as my belief and my god.

Who would have thought that ten years later I would have this opportunity again, and this time, I was no longer satisfied with a simple child-like kiss.

"Brother..." I called Ryan in a low voice.

"When he wakes up again, he will become what you want him to be. I hope that one day you will not regret the choice you made, like many people I have helped." Recalling Mrs. Violet's words, always I think there is something hidden in the words, but I don't have the heart to analyze it now, Ryan is about to wake up.

His golden eyelashes trembled slightly, opening slowly like butterfly wings.

"Lian, are you okay?" I leaned forward, watching his reaction with feigned concern, secretly gaining momentum.

He looked at me in a daze, his eyes seemed out of focus, as if he had just woken up from his sleep.

"Yuni, why am I here..." He pressed his forehead, as if he couldn't understand why he woke up from a bachelor's small apartment.

Did the hypnosis fail?When I realized that Mrs. Violet's hypnosis might not be working, a deep sense of loss swept over me.

Ryan looked no different from him when he was normal, even the uneasy frown in a strange environment was so familiar, not to mention the cold eyes I had watched all my life.

"Don't you remember?" I can't describe my mood at this time, it is a mixed feeling of sadness, relief, resentment and pain.Just like Ben was told that he was terminally ill and was ready to die, but the doctor suddenly said that I am healthy and can live for a long time. The previous psychological construction was in vain.

I'm going to tell Lane what the gypsy swindler did, and make her a mean and sinister jerk.

After listening to my narration, Ryan did not show curiosity and surprise about the "hypnosis" thing, but told me the missing part of the truth.

"Diplomat Custer once worked with me. He went to Paris a while ago and asked me to take care of his mother before he left. I didn't bother to meet those guys who used other people's thoughts of the dead to make money, but Kaka Mrs. Ster insisted repeatedly that I could only take her token to find the so-called psychic Ms. Violet. After that, as you said, I lost consciousness and the memory of that time, and was hypnotized by her."

I regret why I didn't kiss him more and hug him more before he opened his eyes. After that, such opportunities will only become less and less.

"It's already night, I informed the housekeeper that you won't be going back tonight, do you want to stay with me?"

"I..." Ryan looked out the window, just in time to see a bright full moon hanging high.

I saw him looking at the moon in a daze, a little strange: "Brother?"

He came back to his senses, his eyes stayed on my face, the golden hair was slightly fluttered by the night wind, and some mischievous strands fell to his cheeks, making him look uniquely charming.

"Yuni, why do you look so different today?"

"What?" I felt his hands wrap around my neck, and I raised my heart all of a sudden, my eyes were wide open, and my eye sockets were aching.

Ryan was a little puzzled and at a loss: "It looks special... I want to kiss you."

I just watched Ryan's rosy lips press against me, rolling over with vicious force, and the hand that was stuck on the back of my neck repeatedly pushed me back violently when I wanted to breathe.

It worked!Violet didn't lie to me, Lane became what I hoped he would be.

I kissed him back frantically, my body trembling slightly, and I was delighted by the intertwining of love and desire that finally got what I wanted.

We eagerly tore each other's clothes and made them crumpled and messed up. I even tore a button off Ryan's shirt, but no one had time for that.

I pushed Ryan onto the bed and I couldn't wait to kiss his body. He was gasping and I could feel his cock in his panties erect.

God, if this is a dream, please don't let me wake up at this moment.

Compared with my own comfort, I want to see Ryan trembling for desire.I kissed all the way from his chest to his wrapped genitals, whether it was the gradually awakening heat or hardness, I couldn't put it down.

"Kiss it." Ryan's hoarse voice was like an aphrodisiac, making me feel hot all over.

I obediently lowered my head and kissed the erect cock under the fabric, even stuck out my tongue and licked it like a delicious meal.I adored it, adored it, and was thrilled to finally get the chance to touch it.

I think my love for Lane has long been twisted into something more terrifying.Under the desire, deep in my heart, those dark jealousies and extreme possessiveness have all turned into beasts ready to move.My brother, the only kingly being who can dominate my thoughts, I have him at last.

"Take it off." Ryan's tone became more and more unstable as his desire climbed up. He pushed his lower body impatiently and motioned for me to remove the small piece of cloth that bound his genitals. Of course I obeyed .

He let out a contented sigh when I took his cock in my mouth. My lower abdomen was pressed against the sheet, and the two balls were painfully swollen.

I used all the tricks I knew to get Ryan comfortable, and I felt his grip on my hair tighten and press down harder and harder.I knew he was going to cum and sucked his cock deeply into my mouth while running my hand back and forth to soothe his full pouches.I didn't slowly spit out my weakened genitals until I felt a scorching hot thick liquid spray out from the top of the cylinder.

Lane's staying power is very good, my cheeks are sore and sore, but for my beloved brother, these are nothing.

I carefully licked Ryan's restored cock clean, and when I tried to touch the forbidden place under his cock with my tongue, he suddenly pushed me aside.

I froze for a moment, thinking in my heart, is Ryan going to beat me up when he wakes up?But the next moment I understood that he was just changing places with me.

"Yuni, have you ever given someone oral sex?" Ryan folded my legs and spread them in an M shape, and then he knelt between my legs, not touching my hard desire, but using Rubbing my inner thighs and sometimes stroking my abs.

"Hmm...no." I was tormented by desire and my thoughts were confused. I really wanted to turn over and fuck this man who did evil on me, but I knew he would not allow it, and I could only be played by him.

"What about oral sex? Annie doesn't count." He finally took hold of my cock and I almost cried with joy.

Unable to judge his original intention for asking this question, I hesitated for a long time before answering truthfully out of breath.

"Have."

Ryan tightened his hands all of a sudden, and I let out a low cry of pain, but my desire didn't diminish because of it, instead it became more and more intense with the pain.

"Did you sleep with that person?" He bent down and kissed my knee, spreading from that point, my whole lower body started to go numb.The numbness caused me to tremble uncontrollably, like having epilepsy.

"Yeah. I pinned him on the bed, fucked it so many times, and I dislocated his wrist... He cried his face all over, I hate it when he cries, it's not like you... You never No tears."

"You mean you slept with him because he looked like me?"

He suddenly brushed his thumb across my dripping tip, it was so irritating, I used the back of my hand to block the moan that was coming out of my mouth, but there was no way to stop it completely, the sound made me ashamed, I had to bite the back of my hand That thin layer of skin, using pain to distract me from pleasure.

I didn't tell him that that person was the male prostitute I bought, and he was the object of venting when I missed him to a certain extent.I'd go down the street looking for male whores who looked like him and bring them back to the apartment, sometimes it's the color of the eyes, sometimes the voice of the voice, sometimes the way they stand, without exception, it will be scarred the next day leave.

People in MASK call me a mad dog, because when the excitement reaches a certain level, I will lose my mind, and even De Cario sometimes complains that I am out of control.I tasted the salty blood in my mouth, I bit the back of my hand, but my sexual desire became more and more high.

I wanted to smear my blood on Lane's lips, his nipples, even his erect cock, staining his porcelain skin a rich scarlet.

How I wanted to have my name branded on him, my teeth marks all over him, or my cum all over his face and hair.

But I don't want him to feel a little uncomfortable. If he frowns because of pain, my body may be excited, but my heart will definitely be painful.He is not like those fakes, he is my treasure. "Answer me." Ryan still refused to let me go, he ordered me with his unique noble and indifferent voice, and I could only give in.

I broke down and yelled, "Yes, yes! I love you, I can only imagine you getting an erection!"

I begged him to stop torturing me and let my poor desires be released in his hands.

"Good boy."

He lowered his head, held my genitals with both hands, put his lips on my sensitive penis, and kissed me lightly.

I endured it, but I still couldn't hold back the surging tide of pleasure, and the semen spurted out one after another.Some of the white liquid stuck to my hair in free fall, some splashed on Ryan's hair, and one drop even landed on his lips.

Such a lewd and sexy posture was in stark contrast to his own sense of abstinence, but it created an amazing lust.

I leaned over and licked the drop of cum away and we kissed for a long time afterwards.

If this is the magic of Cinderella, it will be invalid when the dawn comes. I wish the night will last forever, and I will be with you forever, my dear Ryan, my beloved brother.