Anton's bedroom was the last place Olia expected to find herself in, but here she was, standing in the doorway with her heart pounding in her chest. "Antosh, I need your help," she called out, her voice barely above a whisper.
Anton turned to her, a look of confusion on his face. "Olia, what do you need help with?"
Olia hesitated, her mind racing. How was she supposed to bring this up? It was such a delicate matter, and she didn't even know how to begin. "It's a delicate matter," she finally said, "and I don't even know how to bring it up. It might be easier to show you, just promise me you won't laugh."
Anton gave her his word, his curiosity piqued. Olia slowly pulled down her skirt and underwear, revealing a 20 cm erection standing at attention.
Anton's eyes widened in shock. "Incredible, unbelievable," he stammered.
Olia spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I woke up today and it was already there."
Anton continued to stare, his mind racing. "May I...touch it?" he finally asked, his voice hesitant.
Olia nodded, and Anton hesitantly placed his hands on his sister's penis, beginning to gently stroke it. "Wow, it's real!" he marveled.
Olia moaned, her body responding to her brother's touch. "Is it pleasurable?" she asked, her voice husky.
Anton continued, his hands moving with more confidence. "Yes, very."
Olia encouraged him, her body moving with the rhythm of his hands. "And...?"
Anton added a second hand and increased the tempo. Olia gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. "Aaaa...how...pleasurable."
Olia took control of the situation, her body moving with confidence. "Faster, Antosh," she commanded, her voice filled with desire.
Anton obeyed, his hands moving faster and faster. Olia's body trembled with pleasure, her moans filling the room.
As the pleasure built, Olia took charge, her hands guiding Anton's. "Like this, Antosh," she said, her voice filled with desire.
Anton followed his sister's lead, his hands moving in time with hers. Olia's body trembled with pleasure, her moans growing louder.
As the pleasure reached its peak, Olia took control, her hands moving faster and faster. "Yes, Antosh, yes!" she cried out, her body trembling with release.
Anton watched in amazement as his sister reached her climax, his mind racing with the implications of what had just happened.
Olia straightened her clothes, a satisfied smile on her face. "Thank you, Antosh," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.
Anton nodded, still in shock. "Anytime, Olia," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
As Olia left the room, Anton couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. One thing was certain, their relationship had just taken a turn for the unexpected.
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