The President's Secret Son

 July 16, 2021; 4th State of the Nations AddressAs a nineteen-year-old virgin, playing with myself has been my daily routine. Regardless if I am horny or just bored, the feeling of pleasing myself is satisfying.  This is my own definition of self-love and self-pleasure.I picked up my phone, opened my Twitter app and went straight to the alters. I prefer watching adult videos on Twitter rather than the actual website itself, you can jump from one category to the other. They have been a great help to find a video that best fits my mood. 

"In case, mom and dad are asking where was I. Let them know I am inside the presidential car."  A plain text message popped up on my phone from Sebastian. I ignored the text message he sent and rolled my eyes in annoyance. I've known Sebastian since I was sixteen years old and up until now – I am still trying to understand and figure out his personality; however, I always failed maybe because we don't talk that much or the house was too big for the two of us to communicate. I did everything to start the ball rolling between the two of us, but I could feel that he was not just into it. Sebastian was okay with us being half-brother acting like strangers living under one

Sebastian and I finally arrived in front of the Malacañang Palace, I looked at my watch, and it says 4:45 in the afternoon – fifteen minutes before the event starts. I quickly jumped off the motorbike and took the helmet off from my head. Sebastian followed and slowly removed his headgear; his black medium-length hair almost touched his eyes. His hairstyle is nearly similar to Leonardo Dicaprio's, a combination of man bun and slicked-back hair, but his hair is much thicker than Leonardo's. He ran a hand through his hair, and his slightly slanted eyes looked at me. Sometimes, I envy him for having those eyes. They look so mysterious and mischievous at the same time; these types of eyes are impossible to understand.