He pushed it all the way down my throat, so that for a moment my lips even touched his balls. Of course, I had to cough and choke immediately. I almos... vomited, tears came to my eyes, my vision blurred.“Don’t you dare throw up in my cellar! If you do, I’ll make you scrub the floor.”This instruction was clear. With a hand in my hair, he pulled me back towards his cock. The game started again. He fucked my throat thoroughly and I felt like as if I had left my body and was watching myself,. My body was too excited to rest. I pushed the blanket and the pillow away and lay down on my back, spreading my legs. I was fully naked and the new feel of it was turning me on even more. I touched my breasts, slightly pinching my nipples. My body was responding to every touch with double enthusiasm. Just by touching my breasts in a couple of moments, my eyes no longer could see properly and probably from aside I even looked d**gged. My eyes kept opening and closing, my gaze shifting without. And then I would fall asleep. I would wake up in the morning, believing everything to be a bad dream. Then I would remember, and I would be embarrassed, but relieved, that I didn’t do it.I would get up, hug my little brother, who would be confused, but would assume, that I was just still sad because of Kyle, and who would hug me back. And then I would forget all of what had happened and never do it again.I mean, I wasn’t even on birth control. Kyle and me had always used condoms, I didn’t want. ‘Fuck,’ he said as he stood, bouncing lightly from foot to foot, gauging if there would be any dizziness, he was surprised to find none. He walked over to the bathroom and turned on the light, the image in the mirror surprised him. He needed a shave, his hair was a wild mess but he looked…good…way better than he should have, he simply shook his head and grabbed the toothbrush, hopping to get the taste of copper and cotton out of his mouth. ‘I feel too good,’ he thought, finishing with his.