KID BROTHER
Added 2025-02-02 15:33:17 +0000 UTCThere is just something about that last step down to the basement in mom and dad's house that is exactly the right height for screwing my kid brother, Ritchie. Smooth, solid cement that lifts his hole up to be exactly in line with my meat when I kneel down in front of him. It's better than any piece of furniture in the place, even the velvet ottoman in the living room. I swear I could stay down there screwing him for hours. And It's quiet. I could do him with a house full of people upstairs (and have) and no one would know.
I remember, when we were little, bitching and whining about having a little brother, about him getting all the attention, tagging along when I wanted to hang with my friends, and being worried that I wasn't mom's favorite anymore.
Funny thing, life. Where I once saw an annoying child who I was too cool for, I now see this hot, bangable, horny-ass puppy in desperate need of a slow, thorough pounding. And I am always happy to oblige.
IN THE BASEMENT
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