“You can only marry this guy over here if you wish to dance in his blood, Gigi.” he presents me with an ultimatum and I know what he is skilled at. My stepbrother has a twin brother who is Satan in disguise. “I promise to turn this white dress of yours into something red. Perhaps his blood will do, what do you think?” I gasp, hating the idea that he is putting in my mind and I yell at him. “You are nothing but a narcissist!” His evil chuckle is causing pain to my ears. “Oh, honey, no. I don’t suffer from narcissism, I enjoy it.”
View MoreGigi Lying on my bed, my mind is consumed by thoughts of last night. How could I have trusted that stranger? How did I allow him to touch me, to shamelessly ride his hand and let myself indulge in such intimacy? What possessed me to act so recklessly? The embarrassment weighs heavily on me, keeping me confined to my room for an entire day, unable to face the outside world.Lost in a fog of confusion, I find myself wondering about the mysterious figure in the balaclava and the chilling possibility that he might be the one responsible for my stepfather's death. Before I can delve deeper into these unsettling thoughts, a sudden knock on the door startles me back to reality. The door creaks open, and my stepbrother steps in, his face a mask of surprise and concern."Gigi, you're not ready yet! How careless!" My stepbrother's words puzzle me, and I furrow my brow in confusion, waiting for him to explain. "We're already running late for dinner. How much longer do you need?" His mention of
GigiAs my prowler pushes me against a tree, his taut body pressing firmly against mine, I am enveloped in the overpowering scent of his perfume. My vision becomes blurred momentarily until his soothing voice brings me back to reality. His slender fingers slowly circles my clit, sending shivers down my spine.My back arches against the trunk and my hips slowly move against his hand. Finding myself shamelessly riding his hand and my pussy dripping with wetness which he appears to be the reason of. I am not in the right mind to watch him while having the pleasure that he is giving me. His pace becomes faster, so are my gasps.“Mmm -” his grunts resonate near my ear, same like a growling animal poised to pounce and devour its prey. Despite the danger and the warning signs flashing in my mind, I find myself strangely allowing him to continue, almost welcoming his touch.Instead of pushing him away or resisting, I surrender to the sensation, finding a strange sense of pleasure in his close
GigiAll of my girlfriends are excited to be the backpack of the bikers and my best friend Heather forces me to be a backpack of one of them. I refuse, laughing it off but the next moment I know that I am being dragged towards the bikers. I protest and try to break free, but Heather exclaims, “You always wanted to ride a bike. Let's do this now!”While she may be right that I enjoy the thrill, my only current worry is the man's presence. He is one of the bikers, his gaze locked onto me. His face seems vaguely familiar, and I can't shake the suspicion that he might be the one responsible for my father's recent murder.The majority of the girls are already seated behind the bikers on their heavy and superbikes. Only two of the bikers are standing without their backpacks. Heather quickly approaches the man wearing a balaclava, and I freeze in my spot, feeling a sudden hitch in my breath as I realize the biker in the balaclava is motioning for me to come over to him.After he shoves Heath
Gigi“Is this your car?” my stepbrother’s mouth falls open as I slide into my modified BMW M5. I proudly utter, “Yes, Dad was generous enough to buy me my favorite car.” My hands clutch the steering wheel, and then I turn my face to look at him. His eyebrows go narrow as he declares, “What do you know about cars?” casually shrugging my shoulders, I reply, “So much more.”As soon as I slide down the windows, he bends over, his arms resting on the door frame. Our eyes collide, and the moment pauses. I am lost in his mesmerizing eyes and the soft grin that creeps upon his beautiful lips. However, I immediately return to reality and smile at him, “I hope I am not keeping you from reaching your girlfriend.” A tiny gasp escapes his mouth, and expressions of realization appear on his face.“Oh, shit. Yes! I will see you later!” placing a quick kiss on my cheek, he hurries away, leaving me astonished. For over one good minute, I stay still in my place, my hands clutching onto the steering whe
GigiI sit with my stepbrother for breakfast. Regardless of the forbidden thoughts that I have about him, I managed to keep a distance from him. Would it be prohibited to have such thoughts about him while touching myself? Even if it is, I wouldn’t be ashamed to reach my orgasm while I think of him drilling me down. I am not a saint, perhaps I am just a girl who loves harsh shit like getting fucked hardcore.I won’t lie to say that I am not a virgin. I mean who is in this generation? I have needs and desires. My past relationship was a neighborhood fling filled with lust and passion. It was based on physical features and it wasn’t completely rational. I lose my virginity to that mother fucker and now I hold a regret in my heart. While my mind drifts with useless ideas, my brother bends over to help me cut the sausage that is trapped within my fork.“Need help, sister?” his low hoarse voice makes me jump and the fork falls from my hand. My heart is thumping hard into my chest and I gat
GigiMy mom’s shrieking voice jolts me out of my frozen state. I can still feel a chill running down my spine, my eyes forgot to blink. The lifeless body of my stepfather staring back at me, I fear I may collapse anytime. The cause of his death is a mystery to me, and the sudden appearance of a masked man approaching me like a storm adds to the clouds of confusion. “Rush honey -” My mom urges me, more desperately than before, as we run down the dark corridor that opens at the back gate of the villa we live in.A hidden passage only the residents are aware of.My heart pounds in my chest as a man wearing a black balaclava blocks our path, his presence intimidating. My breath catches, and my mom instinctively shields me, begging the man to spare us. "Please don't harm us. You can take whatever you want," she pleads.He gestures by bringing his hand near his face, touching his salmon pink lips with his index finger, indicating silence. No words escape his lips, but his actions tend to wa
GigiMy mom’s shrieking voice jolts me out of my frozen state. I can still feel a chill running down my spine, my eyes forgot to blink. The lifeless body of my stepfather staring back at me, I fear I may collapse anytime. The cause of his death is a mystery to me, and the sudden appearance of a masked man approaching me like a storm adds to the clouds of confusion. “Rush honey -” My mom urges me, more desperately than before, as we run down the dark corridor that opens at the back gate of the villa we live in.A hidden passage only the residents are aware of.My heart pounds in my chest as a man wearing a black balaclava blocks our path, his presence intimidating. My breath catches, and my mom instinctively shields me, begging the man to spare us. "Please don't harm us. You can take whatever you want," she pleads.He gestures by bringing his hand near his face, touching his salmon pink lips with his index finger, indicating silence. No words escape his lips, but his actions tend to wa...
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