I tried to walk away, remembering that Alexander had to come during the day. Vaguely understanding what time the alarm clock placed near the TV showed, I only had time to say something:
“But Alexander Ivanovich…” How Peter snapped my head back to its previous position.
I always preferred to wear underwear made from soft, natural cotton fabric, and now I realized that my cotton panties were not only damp, but also completely wet. My brother pushed them away and caressed my clitoris with the tip of his index finger. I felt these touches piercing my entire body with electric shocks. A little more and the boundaries between reality and dreams would be blurred.
Somewhere far away, in the background of silent sighs and an erotic groan, I caught the click of the front door lock, Peter stopped all movement with me, it seems that even the air in the room froze, as if someone had frozen in it, and then everything accelerated abruptly, including us, who began to convulsively bring ourselves to a more or less normal state.
Three minutes later, someone knocked on the bedroom door. In general, Alexander was always discreet and never violated my personal space, and the room certainly was such a space, for no apparent reason or without my consent.
So this time, Alexander knocked on the door first and heard my ‘You can come in’, which sounded like an apology from a girl trying to avoid punishment, or like a plea for help, he walked into my room and fixed his eyes on us. Not understanding what was happening on the couch between Peter and me would be the height of idiocy or naivety, and there was neither one nor the other in Alexander. And so, in complete silence, we spent a while. I looked downcast at the ground, my cheeks filled with a blush that could be seen from the windows of the neighboring houses, and Peter casually watched the television, pretending that everything was as it should be.
Alexander took a couple of steps towards the chair, which was in the corner of the room and he was about to sit in it, but for some reason he changed his mind and moved in my direction. The ringing of the bell that rang in my head said that someone would be punished now, only at the time, I didn’t know exactly how. Alexander stopped right in front of me, stood for so little, took my chin and looked me in the eye.
He became completely ill. The realization of what will happen now overshadowed my mind, and great tears welled up in my eyes. He leaned in closer and gently wiped away a tear, which was about to rip my lashes and run down my cheek, and he kissed me on the lips.
After what he did to me, literally five minutes ago, Peter took a back seat, after this kiss I was simply in a psychological and physiological stupor. But they did not give me time to think, Alexander’s imperious voice broke into my consciousness, from the first time the phrase seemed absurd to me, but he repeated it with pressure for the second time, without stopping looking me in the eyes.
“Take off your shirt.” He repeated for the third time. I looked shyly at Peter, but he was watching television silently and seemed not to notice his father or me in the room. Obediently I took off my shirt and stayed in a sports top, a house skirt, located a little above the knees, and my panties completely wet.
“Take it off.” Alexander said again, nodding at me, looking at the subject.
It wasn’t cold in the apartment, but I got goosebumps when I went shirtless. I tried to cover my chest with my hands, but he pushed them away, touched the swollen nipple, and gently pushed my shoulder so that I was lying on the couch.
I felt Alexander touch my knees, he pulled my skirt over my stomach and carefully removed my panties, then he took my hand and placed it in the same position it was in before. My eyes were just level with his fly, which was almost unbuttoned, another second and I saw it.
“You don’t need my invitation, do you?” This phrase was not a question, but a statement.
Pulling my head a little towards him, Alexander inserted his penis into my mouth. I began to beat again with discharges of electrical impulses and, by some instinct, taking his penis in my hand, I began to move, while he began to caress my chest.
The current situation woke up not only Alexander and me, Peter also could not remain indifferent, taking off his shorts and getting to the essence of him, he reached over and began to masturbate.
Alexander pulled away from me a little and silently pointed at Peter. I obediently took Peter’s penis into my mouth and began to do the same thing I had done to him not long ago, only without my stepfather present. And Alexander, turning my ass towards him, began to drive his phallus along my vagina and to penetrate me with a calm pressure. I moaned in pain and pleasure at the same time.