I looked at the cover of the book before I opened it. ’World History’ it read in big gold letters. Below that were pictures of people from other nations, scenes of battles and Mount Rushmore. For moment, I reminisced about the family vacation we took a very long time ago. I forgot most of it; I was very young at the time. I remembered standing next to my brother as we gazed at the monument. The stone heads towered over us like skyscrapers. I had the feeling in my stomach as if they were going to fall on us, so I stood close to brother, holding onto his arm with all of my strength.
From there, the memories faded into remembrance of Devil’s Tower. I remembered my brother climbing on the massive rocks that had fallen from the monument, with my Daddy close to him in case he fell. I remembered standing next to my mother, as she watched the two on the rocks. I remembered her short, curly brown hair, tan skin and brown eyes. Life seemed simpler back then, no family drama, no hatred, no lies. Now I’m eighteen and my brother is twenty, and look at what has happened throughout my life. I blinked a bit, trying to get further memories of my mother out of my head. More memories would make me feel sorry for her, and I can’t be in that situation again.
I opened the book, and turned to page 257. ‘Chapter 15: The Napoleonic Wars’ it read in bold, black letters. I had no idea what any of this was about. I barely remembered how I even got to this point. I opened my notebook and read through my previous notes. Recently it was about the American and French Revolution. I paused for a moment, and looked up from my notes. I looked at the clock and saw it was 3:05 in the afternoon. I knew my step-brother, Zach, would be home soon, and he could help me get through this note-taking with ease. I looked back at my textbook and began to read the section.
‘When Bonaparte became first consul in 1799, he was only thirty years old. He had made his reputation…’ I stopped reading. I was already bored. I needed Zach to be here and help me get through this.
It was in that moment I heard the garage door open. I walked over to the entryway and waited.
It took only a moment before my stepbrother was in the house. “Hey Lydia.” he said, walking through the doorway, shutting it behind him.
“Hi there.” I said, smiling at him.
He unzipped his leather jacket and took it off. He wore a royal blue colored t-shirt and tight jeans. I spoke again, “I was wondering if you could help me with my history homework.”
“I don’t know I’ve got some things to do…” he said teasingly.
“Please…?” I asked innocently, placing my arms around my back, locking my hands together.
He gave me stare that turned me on, his eyes beaming with the same color blue as his shirt, “I’m a little tired…”
“Oh come on, you’re never tired!” I said innocently, I pushed out my chest, perking out my boobs towards him, slouching my legs in a coy pose.
He didn’t speak; he only got closer to me. His hair, shining bronze with a hint of nature gold highlights. Every second that passed by my heart began to beat faster. I bit my lower lip as his hands fell to my hips. His piercing white smile grew as my hunger for his attention grew.
He took a deep breath, “Why are you so cute?”
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about…” I said softly and innocently.
His smile grew again, “Really?” I could feel myself becoming moister by the second. My body ached for his legacy.
“Ah-huh…” I whispered, as one of my hands began to drift towards him. My fingers ran across the length of his growing cock through his jeans.
I could see the lust burning in his eyes, but he spoke softly, “After you finish your homework…”
“But I don’t wanna…” I said softly. He smiled at me, taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen. I sat down again, picked up my pencil and waited for him to begin talking.
“What are you studying right now… Napoleonic Wars? Oh this is easy…” he said.
He took a deep breath, I knew his unstoppable lecture was about to begin, “You know, before we actually start talking about France and the coalitions, we should begin in Germany. Because knowing the history of Germany, creates the structure for the modern world we live in today. For centuries Germany has been…” I rolled my eyes to myself as his lecture and ranting about Germany. After a while, he finally came back to what I was actually studying. I did not listen, at all. I only watched him and admired the passion he has for these subjects. It flowed out of him like an inspirational speech.
He paused, “Are you writing this down?”
“Um, yes?” I lied. I just wanted him to get off my back about actually understanding what exactly it is he talks about. The only thing that was on my mind was sex–with him–and how amazing it feels.
His lecture continued. I watched as he paced back and forth and the words flying out of his mouth at a million miles per second. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I needed him sexually. I stood up and grabbed his shirt. He stopped talking, and gave me a strange look.
“Just kiss me already.” I demanded, pulling on his shirt, forcing his lips down to mine as I kissed him. His hands fell to my hips once more. He pulled me into him with such fury, my body burned for more. We kissed passionately, our tongues touching every so often. I slowly sank down to my knees. The tiled floor felt uncomfortable, but it was worth it. I unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing away his black boxers, and reaching in to grab the massive cock I had been begging for.
I stroked his thick, muscular, and long shaft with my hand. I licked the tip of his cock, teasing him with my tongue and mouth. I listened to his moans, they grew as I teased. I knew he wanted this, even if he didn’t finish his lecture. I stopped stroking and licked all of his length, from his balls to his tip. The muscles in his legs began to weaken, and I knew I had full control of his pleasure. I took him in my mouth. He moaned as I sucked his length, using both my mouth and my hand. I paused for a moment, releasing him. I almost tore off my shirt, exposing my bra-covered tits. I sucked him again, doing the same rhythmic motion as before. His moans grew loader and his cock began to strain itself more frequently, I knew he was getting close to cumming. I let him go again, but still stroking his cock.
“Tell me when you’re about to cum…” I said softly.
He nodded back to me, a look of ecstasy and lust on his face. I continued to suck him, increasing my rhythm to make him cum.
A few moments later, he whispered, “Lydia…” and I knew he was on the verge of cumming.
I pulled him out of my mouth a final time. I adjusted myself closer to him, while I stroked his cock as hard as I could. His moans became yells of pleasure as his cock let out massive throbs. His hot cum unleashed itself onto my chest and tits. I almost jumped as the first few throbs were like a fountain of cum, with small bursts of cum afterwards. My tits were covered in his sticky treat; I looked up at him, his chest pounding with each breath. He looked back at me, his blue eyes still burning with passion.
“Can you pass me a cloth?” I asked teasingly.
My brother was out of breath, “Sure…” He grabbed a cloth from the counter and handed it to me. I cleaned the cum off of my chest slowly, trying not to slug it around my body.
“Mind if I use that after you?” he said softly.
I smiled at him, glancing down at his cock. “You don’t need to…” I said seductively. I wrapped my lips around his cock once more, sucking the remaining cum off of his cock. I swallowed it as fast as I could, before I could taste the pure salt.
“I love you, Lydia. Thank you.” he said.
I smiled at him, “I love you too…anytime baby.”
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