We're about to get married with my fiancée, we already have a date, church, hall, photographer, and dress designer for her dress and my suit. In about two months it will be the big day. At one of our family lunches, my mother-in-law breaks down in tears and tells the family that her late father-in-law had been unfaithful many times and had other extramarital children on several sides. The poor woman felt like a burden, she needed to vent because everyone was talking about how good the father-in-law had been. After calming down, she starts saying that one of the sons contacted her because he wanted to meet his siblings. It turns out that the new brother is a famous one, a big deal who even models sometimes. No one could believe it, my fiancée hates him, says he's an unbearable snob. The news falls like cold water, everyone tells us we didn't need to invite him to our wedding, we just had to get to know him slowly, he's only half-brother, part of the family blood but not necessarily part of it. The day arrives when he comes to meet the family, this famous guy shows up in a very attention-grabbing latest model car. We greet him, I look at him with some reserve, didn't really like him as a celebrity and now we have to take him into our family. Surprisingly, he greets us with timidity, even with tears in his eyes, moved by meeting part of his family that his late father had denied. Prejudices fall and everyone starts embracing him, suddenly they all like him, find him charming, make jokes. Between questions about the family, we start asking about fame, show business, and jet set. They start sending each other WhatsApp messages, some even shamelessly flirting with someone in the middle. Now I'm embarrassed by how my family is behaving. But it's understandable, he's a relative now and an celebrity too. He was young, tasty, and had a great face. His clothes fit him well, and his accessories seemed made for him, glasses, watch, even the IPhone x
I was around 30 years old, my girlfriend and I were around 23.
It's time to talk about us, our marriage, how we met and how we get along, and my girlfriend jumps up and says obviously you're more than invited she looks at me and continues is that true, my love?
What can you respond with there? There's no other option but to say yes if she takes the decision.
The famous half-brother says he'll come but only if they let him present a designer who makes clothes for him.
I interrupt saying it's not necessary, we were already talking to a seamstress, he says don't worry about it, if we get charged something he'll cover it. But it was the first time he had a sister and he wanted to help her.
When he mentions his designer's name, my girlfriend's eyes turn into plates, her smile doesn't enter her face. She's excited.
Days later I talk to the seamstress, she yells at me, tries to get us to pay everything, keeps yelling until my husband takes the phone and says he'll kick me out if I mess with people's work, etc.
After long minutes of getting yelled at, we finally settle on leaving them an advance and nothing more. My girlfriend? She's with the new designer.
My new brother-in-law took her all day to his places.
I start following him on social media, thousands of girls offer themselves to him, comment dirty things, give likes, etc. He likes showing everything he does during the day.
Then I see a live video, he's in an underwear photoshoot.
He looks greasy, with lights, and a boxer brief that makes his silhouette transparent. The person filming runs their hand over his body from top to bottom and back up again, stopping for a few seconds on his package. Then they go back up, zooming in on his cute face.
They film his back and even his butt, suddenly there's a giggle. It's my girlfriend's laughter.
I immediately call her, but she doesn't answer. I get jealous, start looking for where she is Having the session to fart at the famous brother. I fall and say that I'm an exaggerate and a pervert. How am I going to get jealous of my girlfriend's famous brother, even though I just met him, nobody has such a rotten mind as to think that.
I keep watching the live transmission, see that many comment on how much they want the famous new brother-in-law. Also men, it seems like everyone likes him.
For me, he's gay, surely he got tired of the cuties he has and is eating them redoubled.
Suddenly I read a comment that's the (place) very nice immediately with that data, I take off in my car. I drive wildly.
I arrive in 15 minutes, tell the entrance people that my girlfriend is there with the famous one, they laugh, don't believe me. And one says did you leave your girlfriend with him? they're idiots, I don't have the energy to be a show-off.
I turn around and see an emergency exit door where I can enter the building, getting in through dark corridors and emergency stairs, I reach the floor where they are supposed to be.
I walk down a hallway with several people, pretend to be from the place, get to a glass door, look inside with others. The photos seem to have just finished, he's still in underwear, talking to my girlfriend close up, she's wearing a short blue dress. It seems like he convinced her to take some photos. She laughs, poses, and the professional photographer is taking pictures of her. He tells her to lift her skirt higher so you can see the roundness of her Booty.
She obeys her famous half-brother. In a moment of distraction, his thong blue appears and the flashes go off like machine gun fire.
The famous half-brother takes a step forward, gets in front of the camera, poses together. She puts her hand on his chest. He's got his belt. He pulls away from him, she looks up at him, looks at his mouth, he dominates the atmosphere, looks at a fixed point on the floor, with his best profile, she bites her lips, while lowering her hand up to touch his well-defined abs. After taking some photos, they separate, my girlfriend looks down where I was touching and stays staring at the bulge of her new half-brother. They finally part ways, he walks off in search of his robe, she looks back at him, gazes at his back and butt, still biting her lower lip. Her dress is still lifted, showing her blue thong, it seems like she's not aware of it. She walks ahead of her famous half-brother, says something to him, and continues walking with her back to him, her dress lifted in that perspective giving a perfect view of the roundness of my girlfriend's butt. I can notice how her half-brother is staring at her shamelessly. It gets on my nerves because he has thousands of model booty shots to look at and he's staring at my girlfriend, who's also his blood sister. The doors open, makeup artists, lighting technicians, and a bunch of guys start coming out, I take advantage to slip in and hide behind some stuff in the darkness. Security starts arriving and clears a path because the designer is coming with 3 monkeys carrying all his elements. With much drama, the designer greets the new famous relative and introduces my girlfriend, they talk and laugh, she's being cholula, happy about what's happening. The designer says this only happens for him, the famous one, because he has a busy schedule. So there's no time to waste. They improvise a screen, telling her to take off the dress that's left on undergarments. Her new half-brother tells her she can leave if she wants to, but she says no. She's with her entourage, a blue thong and a matching bra, one of her most expensive sets that she has. Logical, since she was going to do a test shoot with the designer. The designer makes her try on about 5 dresses, asks her things, recommends things, talks about poses, all this in front of her famous half-brother who's still wearing his robe. They choose one and start working, talking about what they're going to cut out and what they're going to... add marks, puts pins, She is beautiful. The designer tells him that he already has everything he needs, that he should take it and that he will stay in touch to get it as soon as possible. He says goodbye to both of them, obviously doing a favor. He leaves quickly with his collaborators. My girlfriend stays with her short blue dress, her famous half-brother with his bathrobe, and theoretically no one else. Only I, witness without permission, in the darkness. The famous half-brother approaches the door, talks to security, they clear the entire hallway, and leave. I didn't know what to do, I would stay locked up there, how would I say I was there? How would I justify it the next day when they opened the space that I spent a night because I got in without permission like a thief? How would my girlfriend, my family react? I was about to give in, leave the darkness before they left and admit the embarrassing behavior of a jealous boyfriend, when I see them going towards the center of the salon. He fills her with praise, says I'm lucky to have her, tells her that blue suits her, a mix of innocence and slut. She laughs, covering her mouth, turns red. She tells him well, he knows it looks good on every boxer she uses in photos, regardless of color, but why would he tell her it looks good if he could get any model he wanted? He takes off his bathrobe, grabs his pants to put them on, all in front of my girlfriend, she says between her teeth a clear it's a shame we're siblings Those words were said between her teeth, in a low voice, but it was clear, the acoustics of the place and the silence magnified and echoed through all the walls. He hears it without doubt, if I hear it, he would hear it much clearer and stronger. Do you know? I need a photo for my social media he says to the famous half-brother. She takes out her phone and asks how the photo will be, he tells her that she earns a lot with her abs, so he asks her to kneel down and from below I take his abs, while he looks at the horizon. She obeys, is trembling, it's hard for her to focus, it's hard for her to take pictures, she breathes agitatedly, he still hasn't put on his pants, she has his transparent boxer briefs just centimeters from my girlfriend's hand. The photos come out blurry, the famous one doesn't like them. He proposes something else then, he'll take the picture himself. The photo is of my girlfriend's nails with her engagement ring on her lower abs, rubbing against the boxer briefs. She hesitates for a moment but obeys like every slut. Kneeling down, with her face just centimeters from her half-brother's package, with her right hand and engagement ring shining, touching his abs with her fingers. Up and down, her fingertips and nails run along the division of each abdominal muscle, the photos come out, the flashes go off, she touches her nails to the elastic of the boxer brief that shines through. The boxer brief starts to inflate, the nylon fabric starts to show its benefits without tearing. It's clear how his half-brother's member has grown, it's clear how wide it is, you can see the testicles growing, going up and down adjusting themselves in the boxer brief. He's stroking her face with his other hand, his thumb plays on her lips, her lips turn red, and they part to let out hot breath from the situation. His brother's finger plays back and forth between the upper and lower lip, she opens her mouth a little inviting him to venture into it. His brother's thumb goes inside her mouth, she kneeling down has her dress only up to cover her thong, there's no sexier pose than that, the dress doesn't go up any higher, you can't see her buttocks, you can only see her underwear just for a few centimeters, it looks strategically placed like that, one strap gives way to gravity and falls onto her shoulder. She sucks his finger, her tongue comforts him. Her hand on her boxer brief without taking it off starts to run along it timidly... Above the fabric his fingers test its shape, its warmth, note the thickness, note all the length it has, when he starts to squeeze a little more, when he's feeling and weighing his brother's eggs, his brother's cock explodes in size opening up towards the top, overcoming the elastic.
A huge pink head appears, shining with pre-seminal liquid.
It's a pornographic image, she's on her knees, begins to rise, her dress up to where the buttocks begin, a fallen belt, her brother's thumb completely inside her sister's mouth, one of her hands on his muscular thigh, the other on the eggs and base of the cock trunk through the boxer fabric like protection. The cock head presents itself and shines, illuminating the entire scene.
And when she takes all the time to climb up the trunk with her careful fingers and nails, sweating begins to illuminate both bodies. Interminable seconds are left before she can touch her brother's glans.
And in that instant, the hallway lights turn on, I make a ball behind some things, my girlfriend gets up immediately and adjusts her dress and runs looking for her purse, her famous brother walks calmly looking for his pants.
She trembles, covers her face, tells him he has to go, says it stuttering, puts on her shoes and runs out. Her famous brother finishes getting dressed and speaks with the security that turned on the lights.
They say goodbye, close the place, turn off the lights. And I'm left locked in. (Continues)
I was around 30 years old, my girlfriend and I were around 23.
It's time to talk about us, our marriage, how we met and how we get along, and my girlfriend jumps up and says obviously you're more than invited she looks at me and continues is that true, my love?
What can you respond with there? There's no other option but to say yes if she takes the decision.
The famous half-brother says he'll come but only if they let him present a designer who makes clothes for him.
I interrupt saying it's not necessary, we were already talking to a seamstress, he says don't worry about it, if we get charged something he'll cover it. But it was the first time he had a sister and he wanted to help her.
When he mentions his designer's name, my girlfriend's eyes turn into plates, her smile doesn't enter her face. She's excited.
Days later I talk to the seamstress, she yells at me, tries to get us to pay everything, keeps yelling until my husband takes the phone and says he'll kick me out if I mess with people's work, etc.
After long minutes of getting yelled at, we finally settle on leaving them an advance and nothing more. My girlfriend? She's with the new designer.
My new brother-in-law took her all day to his places.
I start following him on social media, thousands of girls offer themselves to him, comment dirty things, give likes, etc. He likes showing everything he does during the day.
Then I see a live video, he's in an underwear photoshoot.
He looks greasy, with lights, and a boxer brief that makes his silhouette transparent. The person filming runs their hand over his body from top to bottom and back up again, stopping for a few seconds on his package. Then they go back up, zooming in on his cute face.
They film his back and even his butt, suddenly there's a giggle. It's my girlfriend's laughter.
I immediately call her, but she doesn't answer. I get jealous, start looking for where she is Having the session to fart at the famous brother. I fall and say that I'm an exaggerate and a pervert. How am I going to get jealous of my girlfriend's famous brother, even though I just met him, nobody has such a rotten mind as to think that.
I keep watching the live transmission, see that many comment on how much they want the famous new brother-in-law. Also men, it seems like everyone likes him.
For me, he's gay, surely he got tired of the cuties he has and is eating them redoubled.
Suddenly I read a comment that's the (place) very nice immediately with that data, I take off in my car. I drive wildly.
I arrive in 15 minutes, tell the entrance people that my girlfriend is there with the famous one, they laugh, don't believe me. And one says did you leave your girlfriend with him? they're idiots, I don't have the energy to be a show-off.
I turn around and see an emergency exit door where I can enter the building, getting in through dark corridors and emergency stairs, I reach the floor where they are supposed to be.
I walk down a hallway with several people, pretend to be from the place, get to a glass door, look inside with others. The photos seem to have just finished, he's still in underwear, talking to my girlfriend close up, she's wearing a short blue dress. It seems like he convinced her to take some photos. She laughs, poses, and the professional photographer is taking pictures of her. He tells her to lift her skirt higher so you can see the roundness of her Booty.
She obeys her famous half-brother. In a moment of distraction, his thong blue appears and the flashes go off like machine gun fire.
The famous half-brother takes a step forward, gets in front of the camera, poses together. She puts her hand on his chest. He's got his belt. He pulls away from him, she looks up at him, looks at his mouth, he dominates the atmosphere, looks at a fixed point on the floor, with his best profile, she bites her lips, while lowering her hand up to touch his well-defined abs. After taking some photos, they separate, my girlfriend looks down where I was touching and stays staring at the bulge of her new half-brother. They finally part ways, he walks off in search of his robe, she looks back at him, gazes at his back and butt, still biting her lower lip. Her dress is still lifted, showing her blue thong, it seems like she's not aware of it. She walks ahead of her famous half-brother, says something to him, and continues walking with her back to him, her dress lifted in that perspective giving a perfect view of the roundness of my girlfriend's butt. I can notice how her half-brother is staring at her shamelessly. It gets on my nerves because he has thousands of model booty shots to look at and he's staring at my girlfriend, who's also his blood sister. The doors open, makeup artists, lighting technicians, and a bunch of guys start coming out, I take advantage to slip in and hide behind some stuff in the darkness. Security starts arriving and clears a path because the designer is coming with 3 monkeys carrying all his elements. With much drama, the designer greets the new famous relative and introduces my girlfriend, they talk and laugh, she's being cholula, happy about what's happening. The designer says this only happens for him, the famous one, because he has a busy schedule. So there's no time to waste. They improvise a screen, telling her to take off the dress that's left on undergarments. Her new half-brother tells her she can leave if she wants to, but she says no. She's with her entourage, a blue thong and a matching bra, one of her most expensive sets that she has. Logical, since she was going to do a test shoot with the designer. The designer makes her try on about 5 dresses, asks her things, recommends things, talks about poses, all this in front of her famous half-brother who's still wearing his robe. They choose one and start working, talking about what they're going to cut out and what they're going to... add marks, puts pins, She is beautiful. The designer tells him that he already has everything he needs, that he should take it and that he will stay in touch to get it as soon as possible. He says goodbye to both of them, obviously doing a favor. He leaves quickly with his collaborators. My girlfriend stays with her short blue dress, her famous half-brother with his bathrobe, and theoretically no one else. Only I, witness without permission, in the darkness. The famous half-brother approaches the door, talks to security, they clear the entire hallway, and leave. I didn't know what to do, I would stay locked up there, how would I say I was there? How would I justify it the next day when they opened the space that I spent a night because I got in without permission like a thief? How would my girlfriend, my family react? I was about to give in, leave the darkness before they left and admit the embarrassing behavior of a jealous boyfriend, when I see them going towards the center of the salon. He fills her with praise, says I'm lucky to have her, tells her that blue suits her, a mix of innocence and slut. She laughs, covering her mouth, turns red. She tells him well, he knows it looks good on every boxer she uses in photos, regardless of color, but why would he tell her it looks good if he could get any model he wanted? He takes off his bathrobe, grabs his pants to put them on, all in front of my girlfriend, she says between her teeth a clear it's a shame we're siblings Those words were said between her teeth, in a low voice, but it was clear, the acoustics of the place and the silence magnified and echoed through all the walls. He hears it without doubt, if I hear it, he would hear it much clearer and stronger. Do you know? I need a photo for my social media he says to the famous half-brother. She takes out her phone and asks how the photo will be, he tells her that she earns a lot with her abs, so he asks her to kneel down and from below I take his abs, while he looks at the horizon. She obeys, is trembling, it's hard for her to focus, it's hard for her to take pictures, she breathes agitatedly, he still hasn't put on his pants, she has his transparent boxer briefs just centimeters from my girlfriend's hand. The photos come out blurry, the famous one doesn't like them. He proposes something else then, he'll take the picture himself. The photo is of my girlfriend's nails with her engagement ring on her lower abs, rubbing against the boxer briefs. She hesitates for a moment but obeys like every slut. Kneeling down, with her face just centimeters from her half-brother's package, with her right hand and engagement ring shining, touching his abs with her fingers. Up and down, her fingertips and nails run along the division of each abdominal muscle, the photos come out, the flashes go off, she touches her nails to the elastic of the boxer brief that shines through. The boxer brief starts to inflate, the nylon fabric starts to show its benefits without tearing. It's clear how his half-brother's member has grown, it's clear how wide it is, you can see the testicles growing, going up and down adjusting themselves in the boxer brief. He's stroking her face with his other hand, his thumb plays on her lips, her lips turn red, and they part to let out hot breath from the situation. His brother's finger plays back and forth between the upper and lower lip, she opens her mouth a little inviting him to venture into it. His brother's thumb goes inside her mouth, she kneeling down has her dress only up to cover her thong, there's no sexier pose than that, the dress doesn't go up any higher, you can't see her buttocks, you can only see her underwear just for a few centimeters, it looks strategically placed like that, one strap gives way to gravity and falls onto her shoulder. She sucks his finger, her tongue comforts him. Her hand on her boxer brief without taking it off starts to run along it timidly... Above the fabric his fingers test its shape, its warmth, note the thickness, note all the length it has, when he starts to squeeze a little more, when he's feeling and weighing his brother's eggs, his brother's cock explodes in size opening up towards the top, overcoming the elastic.
A huge pink head appears, shining with pre-seminal liquid.
It's a pornographic image, she's on her knees, begins to rise, her dress up to where the buttocks begin, a fallen belt, her brother's thumb completely inside her sister's mouth, one of her hands on his muscular thigh, the other on the eggs and base of the cock trunk through the boxer fabric like protection. The cock head presents itself and shines, illuminating the entire scene.
And when she takes all the time to climb up the trunk with her careful fingers and nails, sweating begins to illuminate both bodies. Interminable seconds are left before she can touch her brother's glans.
And in that instant, the hallway lights turn on, I make a ball behind some things, my girlfriend gets up immediately and adjusts her dress and runs looking for her purse, her famous brother walks calmly looking for his pants.
She trembles, covers her face, tells him he has to go, says it stuttering, puts on her shoes and runs out. Her famous brother finishes getting dressed and speaks with the security that turned on the lights.
They say goodbye, close the place, turn off the lights. And I'm left locked in. (Continues)
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