AlanaOh! Raúl, what are you doing with my head, with my body, and with my heart? All my certainties were put down. When he kisses me, touches me, his scent, his strong hands around my body make me very vulnerable. All this is so new to me, strange, because I never imagined being with him, and feeling desire for someone who has always been so close to my daily life, who has seen me grow up... This is surreal! Raúl came into my life as a friend of Dani's, and now he appears without asking my permission, invades my mind, leaves me confused, my thoughts are dominated by him, and what I felt for my half brother seems so far away, it's like being in a bubble. Did I live an illusion, or did I create something that didn't exist? I don't know for sure, maybe I got used to it, and I closed myself off to other feelings, relationships, horizons, I couldn't see what was happening, I didn't know how to differentiate what I felt, I was paralyzed within a pseudo feeling . Until a certain defender ar

RaúlThe image of Alana licking my tattoos doesn't leave my mind. The feel of her tongue under my skin made me a little beside myself, and I can't look at her and not imagine the possibilities we might experience. Silence reigned all the way to the restaurant, I didn't know what to say, with the discomfort written on his face, I thought it best to remain silent. At the restaurant, I continued without saying anything, until she decided to say something, and we started a conversation. I tried to talk about what happened, but she didn't want to, so the focus of our conversation was another, her experience in Brazil.During our conversation, something caught my attention, and it worried me. Your stepmother's son. Knowing that someone had tried something so wicked on her, without her consent, as if it was normal, made me very angry, and I wanted to punch the son of a bitch. I get very angry when I hear stories like that, because I have a mother and a sister, I would never want someone to d

RaúlWhen I see Alana next to my car, my heart wants to go out, I remember what you said last night, I don't know if I got it wrong, but I think you suggested a celebration alone, is there an ulterior motive in this invitation? However, I promised the guys on the team that I would stop by the house of one of them, Rafael Velásquez, the star of the team. You'll have lunch at your house, and consequently it will last all day, so I'll have to go.I approach her, who is leaning against my car, and she comes towards me giving me a very hot kiss, her mouth follows a small trail to my neck, and it makes me very lit. Alana is not satisfied.— I want you so much, quarterback. I'm dying to feel you inside me...I've just arrived from a trip, after an electrifying game, I'm happy with my performance and the positive repercussion in the press, in the crowd, and Alana comes up with something like that? Does she want to drive me crazy? I stare at her with unsettling disbelief, and ask.— What? You

RaúlIt seems surreal, Alana so surrendered to me, her desire is evident, even if she's a little nervous, she wants me. If I'm happy? By Díos , I'm so happy to see her melt in pleasure, her naked body in front of me, to be able to kiss every part, especially the parts I craved the most, it's wonderful. My desire for her increases even more, and the towel I'm wearing isn't able to hold my rock hard cock, eager to bury itself inside her. Although I have a crazy desire to penetrate her intensely, I need to contain myself, I can't do anything right now, and I'm not the one who should have pleasure, she needs to feel confident to receive me. The pleasure must be hers, and I am just the master of ceremonies for this wonderful show, which I present to mi cariño .When my tongue touches the lips of her intimacy, it's not just pleasurable for her, but for me as well. I wanted so much to taste you, so many times I imagined it, and even dreamed of it, but now it's real and I'm not dreaming. She

Alana— I understood. He found his brother, you stayed there to sleep, and then you had sex all night, wasn't that Alana?As soon as she utters that sentence, I'm speechless, I don't know what to say, but I have to go on with the lie.— No mother! I just slept over at his place, and just... Nothing else besides, and...— Alana, stop lying! It's written all over your face that you slept together...I don't have anything else to say, I just hang my head. My mother starts her endless sermon, with the same speech she's been talking about the last few days, that Raúl just wanted to take advantage of me, wanted to make himself famous, and blah, blah, blah! Wow! Really? How famous am I? The famous one here is Dani, not me. I feel so sad and empty with this speech of hers, instead of staying by my side, wanting to know if I'm okay, no...Does she want to see me badly?I know that every mother cares about her children, wants the best, but mine always exaggerates. She was always too protective,