Interaction of Bodies

I hate being a straight-A student. Being first isn't bad at all, but in school, this title also comes with the obligation to be a bluestocking.

That day, I was preparing for my final physics exam, but things weren't going well. Sergey and Nadya locked themselves in their room—it wasn't hard to guess why.

I locked myself in too and started cramming intensely.

After

twenty minutes, I began to be distracted by Nadya's lustful cries. They hadn't allowed themselves that before. It wasn't so much irritating as it was distracting from the letters that had suddenly started dancing before my eyes.

I closed my eyes, listening intently.

— Nadya, let's do it in the butt...

— Okay, just let me lube it up...

Picturing that scene, I felt I'd had enough. I'm not made of iron either! I threw my legs over the armrests of the chair, pulled down my panties, and surrendered to a captivating fantasy, where the cries from behind the wall perfectly accompanied the visual sequence.

My body responded eagerly, and I zoned out for a while. If heaven exists—it probably looks exactly like this...

I came to when the shower started running. For a moment, I just sat there dumbly, not really comprehending, listening to the running water, and suddenly the door swung open with a bang—Nadya was standing on the threshold, wrapped in a towel.

I jumped up, trying to pull on my absent panties, and the confusion on Nadya's face was replaced by a sly smile. She stepped into my room and closed the door tightly.

— How long have you been... suffering like this? — she asked with genuine interest.

I didn't even think about being shy. As if! They distract me from exam prep and then ask stupid questions!

— A long time! — I said stubbornly, with all my eighteen-year-old independence.

Nadya came right up to me, put her arms around my waist, and looked into my eyes.

— Want to join us in bed? — she asked, licking her lips with her tongue. It looked so tempting that I couldn't resist and kissed the girl on the lips. For a second, we pulled apart, looking into each other's eyes. Little devils danced in Nadya's eyes; in mine, she read the answer. And suddenly the towel stopped being a barrier, falling at our feet.

Nadya touched my lips again, and this time her tongue slipped into my mouth. The taste was salty, and it suddenly dawned on me that it was Sergey's semen. With a sigh, I pressed myself against Nadya, intertwining my tongue with hers and tasting my older brother.

— You're not such a prude after all! — the girl's fingers ran over my buttocks and dipped into my slit. Nadya touched my lips again, and I don't remember how we ended up on the floor.

I caressed Nadya with the rapture of a novice tasting the fruits of bedroom pleasures for the first time. At first, she tried to guide me, but quickly realized it was useless—it was easier to guide a hurricane. I merged with Nadya into a single body caressing itself—now nibbling, pinching nipples, now wandering with my tongue around the clitoral bead, now diving fingers into the narrow opening of the vagina.

I didn't demand reciprocal caresses; by caressing Nadya, I was her, her weak attempts only got in the way—and the girl quickly understood this, letting me do with her whatever I wanted.

I don't remember at all how Sergey joined us—I tore myself away from her pussy and saw his back.

My brother's back was muscular and tanned, his firm buttocks moved rhythmically, driving his cock into Nadya's mouth, and his legs up to mid-thigh were clad in women's stockings.

My brother in the image of a girl...

I shuddered from a surge of arousal and collapsed onto my side from an uncontrollable orgasm.

Coming to my senses a bit—in that hazy state that separates orgasm from the next surge for me—I saw Nadya lowering herself onto my brother's lap with her butt. The girl's eyes looked at me playfully and lustfully, and I crawled over to her, again pressing my mouth to her pussy while simultaneously stroking myself between the legs with my hand.

Nadya came a little before Sergey and collapsed onto her side.

I watched them, masturbated, and thought that I probably wouldn't be alone in bed anymore. And Sergey's eyes shone with shame mixed with arousal—and I liked what I saw in them...

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