Olia lay on her bed, the soft sheets tangled around her legs as she lazily kicked them back and forth. The only thing she wore were a pair of white thigh-highs and a lace bra, the latter of which she had purchased on a whim and was now thoroughly regretting. It wasn't that she was particularly prudish, but she had never been one to indulge in such blatant self-pleasure before. Yet here she was, her laptop open to a particularly explicit video, and two dildos resting on the bed beside her.
She was so absorbed in what she was doing that she didn't even hear the door open. It was only when she heard her brother's voice that she snapped out of it, quickly closing her laptop and covering herself with a blanket.
"Anton!" she exclaimed, her face flushing red with embarrassment. "What are you doing here?"
Anton stood in the doorway, a smirk on his face as he took in the sight of his sister. "I could ask you the same thing, sis," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "I would have thought you'd have the decency to open the door instead of making me resort to knocking."
Olia glared at him, her cheeks still burning. "Get out," she said, her voice sharp.
But Anton didn't move. Instead, he walked further into the room, his eyes locked on the dildo that was still resting on the bed.
"Well, well, well," he said, a teasing note in his voice. "Looks like someone's been having a little too much fun without me."
Olia's eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, her voice tight.
Anton chuckled. "Oh, come on, sis," he said, his voice low and taunting. "You can't tell me you haven't been thinking about it."
Olia's heart skipped a beat. "Thinking about what?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Anton's smirk grew. "You know," he said, his voice dropping even lower. "Me."
Olia's eyes widened in shock. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice shaking.
But Anton didn't answer. Instead, he reached out and picked up the dildo, his eyes never leaving Olia's face.
"Let me show you how it's really done," he said, his voice confident.
Olia's eyes went wide as Anton began to thrust the dildo in and out of her, leaving her unable to do anything but moan. She tried to protest, to tell him to stop, but her words came out in a breathless gasp.
"A real penis will always be better than a dildo," Anton said, his voice smug.
Olia shook her head, her mind spinning. "No, don't even think about it," she said, her voice weak.
But Anton ignored her, quickly removing his pants and underwear. Olia's eyes went wide as she took in the sight of him, her mind racing with a mix of shock and arousal.
"We're siblings," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
But Anton didn't seem to care. He quickly replaced the dildo with his own penis, beginning to thrust in and out of her with a confidence that left Olia breathless.
It wasn't long before Olia reached her climax, moaning loudly as she did so. She lay there, her body still trembling, as Anton pulled out and dressed himself.
"I'll see you at dinner," he said, his voice casual.
Olia could only nod, her mind still reeling from what had just happened. She lay there, her body still trembling, as she tried to make sense of what had just happened.
Had that really just happened? She couldn't believe it. And yet, as she lay there, her body still humming with pleasure, she couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, it had been worth it.
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