My alpha mate is my stepbrother.

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It was only a hour ago, when Dilan had left for his date with Agatha, so Frida frowned and went upstairs to her room in annoyance. She didn't accept how she felt about Dilan, but she didn't want him to go with that b***h Agatha either.

Sighing she decided to go to her room and check social media, uncomfortable she soon turned off the phone and turned on the tv to watch your show, but unfortunately with nothing she could stop thinking about Dilan.

Wasn't it absurd? Frida knew that these thoughts about her own stepbrother were not natural, in fact, if anyone knew about it she would be in trouble.

At first she struggled with herself to put the thought to rest, but if only Dilan hadn't told her he was going out with Agatha, she would have been calmer. She knew Agatha was an active girl and evidently she had to be all over Dilan at that moment, enjoying a s****l encounter.

"Oh, what a stupid girl I am!" she shouted to herself as she realised she was annoyed for no reason.

After all, Dillon was her stepbrother, there was no reason to be jealous of him. In fact, there was a reason, but she was obviously not willing to accept it.

In frustration, she lay on her back on the bed and stared at the ceiling with interest. Suddenly her mind flashed back to that moment in the kitchen with Dilan.

He was so close to her, their lips even brushed lightly. She felt his breath on her cheeks as her whole body trembled.

Shaking her head she sat up and massaged her temples. For a second she thought about lying down to sleep, but remembered she had to take a shower, so she just sighed and got up.

So she just sighed and getting out of bed she went to the bathroom. In fact, it was really annoying for Frida to have to share the bathroom with Dilan.

After all, whenever she went in there, the room was flooded with a strong, toxic male smell which only increased her impure thoughts.

However, after having placed her articles of bno, she went back into the room for a second to get the towel, but when she opened the bathroom door, she was so engrossed in her thoughts of Dilan and Agatha on their date, that she didn't even notice that the water in the shower was running.

Soon a thick layer of steam clouded her vision, and she just waved her hand in front of her. But, just as her vision became clear, her eyes widened in complete surprise.

Suddenly all her tension had been brought to bear on the naked, divine body of the man in the shower, with his hands on his c**k and his eyes closed.

It didn't take Frida a second to understand that Dilan was there, m**********g in his own bathroom, the one he used every day. Was fate playing a dirty trick on her?

Immediately she gasped slightly and froze in front of such a sculpture. Frida's cheeks were completely red, while her eyes couldn't help but crawl all over his muscular, defined and f*****g perfect Dilan body. It was as if the gods had sent him to earth just to be the sexiest guy in the world.

God, he was so perfect! His skin was so beautiful and his abs looked like they'd been chiseled out of fine stones. He had the v of his groin marked in such a sexy way, that Frida couldn't help but gulp.

Suddenly she could feel all her blood rushing down to her crotch, as her legs clenched unconsciously. Quickly her eyes lowered to his erect, thick c**k twitching again and again inside her hands making a heart beat fast.

Never in her wildest dreams could Frida have imagined Dilan to be so glorious and perfect!

However, in the midst of her trance, a passionate, masculine moan brought her back to reality, but, along with it, a viscous, whitish liquid shot out of his tip causing her to blush even more.

"s**t!" she shouted before turning and slamming the door open to escape.

Dilan on the other hand was totally focused on the pleasure of his fiction. In his mind was that girl with the big ass and beautiful breasts. Her white hair and snow-white skin.

For him, Frida was a dream he could never have.

However, when it finally exploded in his hand, he suddenly heard Frida's scream from the doorway. At that he instantly stopped his movements and turned his gaze. Seeing the door slam shut he just bit his lips.

"Did she just see me m**********g?" he said to himself in a light tone.

In fact, for Dilan it hadn't been that bad, however, for him it would have been much better to see Frida's face as his hands were waving over his c**k.

After all, it would have been great for him to have something real in front of him when the pleasure exploded.

Thinking about it, Dilan let out a slight smile and wiped his hands.

***

On the other hand, when Frida ran out of the bathroom, she quickly went to her room and closed the door.

She couldn't believe what she had just seen. It was Dilan, m**********g!

At that, she stood in the doorway for a second, her hands on her chest. Her heart was beating f*****g fast as if at some point it was going to come out.

The clear, beautiful image of Dilan with his dreamy body, and her hands massaging his c**k had made her f*****g horny.

"Oh, Dilan!" she exclaimed to myself with a slight moan as her p***y throbbed and clenched even tighter.

Without hesitation Frida gave a sigh and smiled with red cheeks. She walked over to the interructor and turned off the lights and the TV. Her whole body was flooded with a magical tingle. One that was only there to make her happy.

On her back on the bed she managed to control herself as endless doubts invaded her. Wasn't he with Agatha?

They were supposed to have made plans. What had happened? She had failed to satisfy him and so he had to go home and satisfy his own desires?

Thinking about it, she felt a slight relief, in fact, knowing that Dilan had failed with Agatha made her feel so happy. As if a ray of hope dominated her surroundings.

Blushing, and with the new image of Dilan in the bath encompassed all her senses, soon her body felt even warmer, and with her hand she began to run her body.

Frida closed her eyes and sighed lightly as she felt his hand as if it were Dylan's caressing her abdomen "Yes, do it" she moaned softly.