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You look through the keyhole of my bedroom door as often as you can. I know you do, you fucking perv. Always slinking in the background like a shadow, thinking you won’t be seen, but I fucking see you. Perves like you come with a stench and a skin-crawling sensation girls can’t shake.
Even though you’re handsome and intelligent, all the girls at school won’t give you the time of day. They don’t give you a second glance because they can smell the dried cum in your boxers and because I tell them you’re mine. Not mine like I’m gonna suck your cock or let you stretch my pussy; hell no, you’re my younger brother! That’d be fucking sick.
No, no, no, stupid boy. I tell them you are mine, as in I’m gonna be the one to break your mind teasing and abusing you. I guess “Perv” just runs in the family. Like now, I know you’re staring through that itty bitty keyhole, probably rubbing yourself through your jeans as I pry off my too-tight tank top. I adjust my bra as I move closer to the keyhole, unclipping it so your view of me becomes lost as I get closer and closer. You thought you’d see my tits? Ha, You fucking wish!
You Fucking Wish
I lean against the door, My hand sinking into my panties because I can still hear you breathing on the other side. I moan as you pant, just an inch of hollow wood between us. You fucking wish you could watch me rub my wet little slit, but all you get are the moans that seep through the door and the imagery in your head.
God, making you so fucking hard turns me on so much. My clit is soaked in my juices as I slide down the door to sit on the carpet and glide my finger into the pussy ill never let you fuck. The door rattles, and I realize you’re humping it just behind me. My fingers match the pounding rhythm of you dry-humping my bedroom door, and soon I’m stifling a squealing orgasm. Then, just after I cum, I hear you groan. A smirk spreads across my face, and I wait till I no longer hear you.
I open the door just a crack and laugh loudly at the cummy white puddle you left splashed against my door and on the floor. “Fucking sicko!” I yell down the hall.
“Frannie, watch your mouth,” Mom yells back, and I bite into my lower lip. If only she knew.
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