1. My b*****r Makes Me Hide in the Closet with Him


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Fetish, Mature, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 86, Source: xHamster

    The first thing I noticed was his hand over my mouth. It was a scary thing to wake up to in the dark, but when he pulled me out of bed and half carried me out of my room I began to understand why. There were voices coming from downstairs, strange voices, and sounds of cabinets being broken open. We were being robbed. &#034Jim,&#034 I mumbled through his hand, eyes wide with fear. &#034Shh! Don't say anything!&#034 he whispered nervously. We got to the end of the hall before he let go of my mouth. &#034We gotta hide, s*s,&#034 he explained. I nodded dumbly. Was this some terrible nightmare? He opened the closet door and pulled me in after. It was a tight fit. When we were both safely inside he reached around my small body and closed the door. I started sobbing, then. He pulled my head into his bare chest and hugged me close. I still had little idea what was going on and was scared to death. &#034We gotta be quiet,&#034 he whispered gently. &#034One of them has a gun.&#034 I gulped. What if they found us?!? It was too horrible to contemplate. Daddy will rescue us, I thought bravely. He was at work, third shift at the plant, and should be home soon. I also found reassurance in my older b*****r's strong arms, and slowly calmed down. That's when I felt *it* poking into my belly. Oh my GAWD! I thought in disgust and embarrassment. He had a hard-on! I'd felt them before, usually at school-dances. But I couldn't believe my 18-year-old b*****r would have one at a time like this! And ...
    with his s****r!!! Okay, I reasoned. His adrenaline is pumping. He can't help it! A couple minutes passed, though, and his boner was still there. Just when I was about to try pulling away without being too obvious, I heard footsteps climbing the stairs. And just then my b*****r made his first blatant move. His left hand began sliding down my back towards my tight 15-year- old ass. What was he doing?!? The fear and disgust weren't the worse, though. The worst was the fact I couldn't do anything about it. I mean, what could I do? Scream? Then the burglars find us and probably kill us! I decided that if he wanted a cheap feel that was preferable to dying. First, though, I'd give him a warning. &#034You keep touching me,&#034 I warned, voice shaking, &#034and I'll tell Dad!&#034 Usually threatening to tell Dad was enough to stop anything, but he ignored me. Just then I heard the intruders not far away. They'd reached the top of the stairs and were heading towards us. Was he crazy!? I wondered. I felt his hand pass the bottom of my shirt, the only thing besides my panties I was wearing. Suddenly his knuckles brushed across the small of my back. I grit my teeth, trying not to make a noise while simultaneously pulling away from him. His right hand held me close, however, and it was too late to warn him again: the burglars were in the next room. Dad's room. His hand caressed the small of my back for a few seconds as I shook nervously. Then, to my horror, he upped the ante by sliding ...
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