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Chapter 7 by Nosmel Nosmel

Where does your brother cum?

Down your throat

"Alright! Open up!" He yells, finally.

He grabs a hunk of your hair, pulling you back and down at the same time, whipping your head painfully over your shoulder as you try to crumple to your knees and turn. He grabs another handful of hair with his other hand and jams his filthy cock into your already open mouth, barely skipping a thrust. With less than two quick strokes into your throat he begins to jet then ooze the medication into your mouth as he pushes it down violently. You cough and flail, tapping and pushing against your brothers legs as he begins to cum inside you with a fury, unconcerned with your feelings in the matter.

"FUCK YEAH! STUPID! CUNT! TAKE IT! DOWN THERE! YES! Uhn! Yes! Yes... ahhh" He accentuates each thrust with an obcenity yelled towards the hallway. You hope your father heard him call you a stupid cunt. He sighs heavily as he begins to slow down for the first time. He looks down and says to you curtly, "Now lick it clean."

He pulls you up and down his shaft while you work your tongue, cleaning the taste of your own ass and the remainder of his dose out. He holds you stiffly by the head as you do this for nearly a minute before he decides to pull you away. He tosses you gruffly backwards and chucks the keys into the hall.

"There. Now get out of my room."

You stand up, coughing several times as you swallow what's left in your mouth, twisting your body to try to look at the damage to your rear end. And stockings.

"*kaff* I can't believe you destroyed my stockings, asshole. You're paying me for a new pair."

"Yeah, yeah! Goodbye! Have fun! Get out!" He says, shooing you away with his hands as he sits back down in his computer chair.

"Fuck you! You have a tiny prick!" You yell, bending to pick up your keys as you walk away. His cock was average, probably even above average, but it looked small in comparison with your father's which made it a good sore spot to hit, now that you had the keys in hand.

You walk back to your room and take off your ruined stockings. Christ, what an asshole.

Most of that could probably get your brother in trouble. With all the events of this morning and your ruined stockings, you could tell on him.

But that frequently ends up backfiring on you... somehow.

Tell your parents everything Peter has done to you or go to the mall?

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