C-8: I Prefer Your Brother

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Naked, I watch my reflection as I massage body lotion on my soft skin. Rubbing… leaving oily traces as I rub. My mind slowly drifts to earlier today, the moment I played with the family after defiling their son, f*****g him like a silly w***e. Yes, I let him ruin me, just as much as my dirty cunt used him. It was fun. Playing golf with Amelia's family made me miss mine even more. For the record, I was beaten to a stupor. I couldn't stand a chance with anyone, not even Amelia. I took cover in my supposed ill health as the sudden reason why I sulked at the game. I continue to apply a toner, and my reflection in the mirror serves as my guide. Glistening like his c*m. “God, you're wasted.” I sigh. "Sofia..." A familiar voice calls me following the short knock on the door. I throw on

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