Older Brother's Friends

By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Without sports, my older brother and his friends are going stir-crazy. Most years, he plays football, and my mom is like the team mom. She has all the boys over all the time, and I never complain cus the older they get, the fucking better looking they get.

This year has been so weird! They have no practice, no games, no nothing. My mom, bless her, invited last year’s team over for a bit of football in our yard. I sat on the porch and watched those growing, sweaty boys tackle each other repeatedly.

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Krysta 1844-332-2369 Ext.410

Hurry up! Get in here! You are already running late, and there is so much to do! What do you mean, “What is there to do?” I told you that you’d come over, and I’m giving you a makeover for the date I planned for you! The real man will be here in a few hours, and you need to appear to be a real woman. Chop, chop!

Oh, don’t tell me that you don’t want to go on this wonderful date. If you don’t do as I say, I’m going to send those photos to your wife. Accompanied with the pair of panties you came in. She won’t know YOU were the one wearing them. She’ll instantly think you were cheating on her with me. Since we’re avoiding that little situation, let’s get you into the bubble bath I’ve drawn for you so we can shave those long legs for your date.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Good morning baby bedwetter. Look what you’ve done! You lost control during the night for one reason or the other, and you’ve woken us both up in a puddle. My thread count is far too high for you to be soaking them through and through, but since you have, now I’m going to make you fuck this silky smooth wet spot.

That’s right! You’ve made this bed, and now you’ll be forced to lie in it. Roll onto your tummy and fuck my sheets!

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Alright, you’re here. That means you survived the cut. Don’t get all excited just yet. You made it, and I promised you a show, and I’m a woman of her word. I will deliver. But this is a hands-free show. So sit down in that chair, baby, and let Krysta show you a good time! I promise that the show will be explosive. So first, we’ve got some cuffs. It’s ok; they’re fur-lined and honestly just there, so you’ll keep your hands to yourself while I show off for you. We’ll get you real close to the bed so you can have an amazing view. Click click. Oops, two for your ankles too! Click click.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

My track team was hosting a car wash to raise money for new equipment next year. We had spent all day acting like we were in a 90s movie. Hosing each other down and rubbing more soap on our bodies than the cars themselves. We really were pulling in a lot of money.

People just love wet teens, right? Jake, the boy’s long-distance captain, had been watching me all day. Whenever he had the hose in his hand, he’d find a way to soak my white teeshirt. Even though the sun was hot over us, my nipples turned into pebbles under the freezing hose water. Car after car came through the line, and I was getting too horny to continue being a tease. I needed to get fucked. “Jake, can you help me with this car detailing?” His eyebrows lifted, knowing we weren’t offering to detail, but he slipped into the backseat with me anyhow.

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Cheeky Bitch! You Wanna Put That Where?

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Oh, god, EW! Look at it! When you asked me for Small Penis humiliation, I expected you to have a little dick but not a fugly one! I know you can’t help the size or shape of your penis, but if I had one that looked as stupid as yours, I sure as hell wouldn’t ask anyone to look at it. EVER.

It’s pretty ballsy of you to be flashing that weird dick around, thinking you’re going to get lucky. Cheeky little bitch! That dick isn’t going to come anywhere near me if I have anything to say about it!

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Oh, hey, hi! You are home early, I didn’t expect you to catch me in the playroom after the babies were asleep. Looking around me, you see I’ve made such a bad, naughty mess. This little baby sitter has been playing in the baby’s diapers!

In fact, I have one around my bum now! Do you think it looks cute on me, Sir? My naughty little hands are sliding under my shirt to lift it up and show you the underside of my big udders.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

I have a decent allowance. A few hundred bucks a week could be better, but Daddy is pathetic, and it’s all he can afford. However, with summer being like right fucking now, I needed a new bikini for my friend’s pool party. Unfortunately, I’d already spent my week’s allowance, so I had to corner Daddy and ask him for money. He wheezed and groaned. “Krysta, you know the budget is stretched thin; I can’t afford to give you anything more right now, baby girl.”

I was fuming! I can not STAND when he says no to me. So I stomped my foot and pouted. “But, Daddy! I need a new suit or else!” He cringed at my anger but shook his head. He left me no choice. I’d have to call the gang.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

My Uncle Tyler is always in his room with his headset on. I don’t know what kind of games he plays on his computer, but he always groans and grunts as he works the joystick. Being the inquisitive little brat that I am, I waited till he went to work and snuck into his room.

If I could find out what was so enjoyable about his game, maybe he’d let me play too. But, ohhh, I was so so wrong about my pervy Uncle Tyler. He hasn’t been playing a game at all! Instead, he’s been chronically touching himself to pictures of me!

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

One day, Zoey and I were hanging out, munching on snacks and just relaxing. We had cookies and chips and cupcakes and candy bars. Every snack a girl could imagine was spread out before us while a true crime doc played on the tv. It made my chunky heart so happy when Ian offered to pay for a friend and I to binge. I love nothing more than feasting! After a bit, Zoey leaned back and groaned as she undid the button on her jeans. “Gah, why did you let me eat so much?” She squeaked and rubbed her swollen tummy. My phone beeped and I had a text from Ian.

“Make her eat it all.” Ian’s text read.

“Oh, no! Not yet you haven’t.” I grinned and dipped a chip in queso then hovered it to her mouth like an airplane. “We still have so many snackies.”

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