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My b*****r's Lover

... and waited for my b*****r to return, all sorts of thoughts running through my head. If he doesn't go for it then what will he tell mum and dad? If he does then I'll not only be getting fucked for the first time but by my own b*****r. I just hoped I was ready to handle that. Well, I guess there was nothing for it, nothing I could do now as I heard the front door opening and my b*****r's footstep stumbling a little on the threshold. As I heard the door slam behind him I steeled myself for whatever was to come and went out into the hallway to meet him. "What the fuck?" said a visibly slightly d***k Darren as he watched a hot girl saunter towards him in a short skirt and heels, only realising it was me when I was right beside him. "Welcome home, big boy," I said in my best husky feminine tones, reaching up and running my hand along his arm, caressing his impressive bicep. "Steve, what are you doing? Why are you dressed like that?" he sounded more confused than angry. "Tonight it's Cynthia," I said, still rubbing his arm but now leaning to whisper in his ear, "And tonight I'm all for you." "Come on Steve, what's going on?" he said, pushing me away. "I know what you want," I continued in Cynthia's sexy accent, licking my scarlet lips saucily just in front of him, "You want a girl like me and tonight you can have her." "I don't know what you're talking about Steve," my b*****r said as he let himself be taken by the hand and led into the living room, sitting on the sofa beside me, ...

... "I'm not into that shit, I'm not gay and you're my fucking b*****r, man." "You don't have to lie to me, honey," I reached over and began to rub his crotch, "I know all about your little kinks and fantasies and I want to help you with them. Don't you want me to help you?" I pouted my scarlet lips. While he hesitated for a moment, I decided to press home my advantage, leaning across and taking his head in my hands I pulled him to me, kissing him on the lips, letting my tongue slip into his mouth. He tried to push me away with his hands but his mouth opened and his tongue began to stroke mine even as the kiss broke. I had never even wanted to kiss a guy before, I didn't feel gay doing this, just like I was a woman being with a man, but it felt great to do it, he tasted strong and musky and I longed for more. A little of my red lipstick was left smeared on his mouth. "Steve...?" he said in an almost pleading tone, begging me to stop but urging me on at the same time. "Call me Cynthia, baby," I said, returning my hand to his crotch where I could now feel a little hardness, it gave me a rush of excitement to realise I was the one giving him that. "Cynthia," he said, and I had already won a small victory by getting him to use that name for me, "I don't want this, what are you doing?" "Come on, we both know this is just what you want," I said as I unzipped his trousers and freed his cock, long, thick and growing in hardness all the time as my hand touched its nakedness, "Just look what ...