Andrew leaned back in his chair, the screen illuminating his face as his eyes devoured every image on the video before him. His fingers stroked his thick cock, throbbing, hot, each stroke firm and remorseless, because he knew exactly what he wanted, and he had no intention of stopping.

The room was silent except for the low murmur of the video and their quickened breaths. His hand slid precisely down its length, thumb rubbing the wet tip, a raspy gasp escaping him as he felt the first tug of pleasure creep up his spine. Andrew was not the shy type, he had no modesty when it came to pleasuring himself.

He turned up the volume a little more, letting himself be enveloped by the obscene moans of the woman on screen, imagining that they were for him, that her panting mouth and sweaty skin were directed exclusively at his hardening cock.

Andrew leaned toward the screen, his other hand sliding to his heavy balls, stroking them as his breathing became more erratic. Vulgar sounds filled the room, a soundtrack of his desires turning him on even more. Her wet palm slid hard, imprisoning his member, ever closer to bursting.

"Yes... so... give me that," he murmured to himself, his voice husky, intoxicated in the heat of the moment. His eyes almost rolled as he heard himself, himself because he was turned on by everything about that scene, especially the control he had in that instant.

Andrew barely had time to react. The door to his room burst open, and there stood his older sister, standing there, her eyes locked on him with a mixture of shock and fury. Time seemed to stop the instant she took in the scene: the wet glow on his hand, his face still alight, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

"But what the fuck are you doing?" she spat, her tone piercing the dense silence of the room.

Andrew tried to compose himself, awkwardly shoving his cock back into his pants, but it was too late. His sister had seen enough, and the discomfort and tension made the air almost unbreathable.

She took a step forward, eyes narrowed, her expression oscillating between disgust and some other emotion he couldn't decipher. "Have you no shame, Andrew?" her voice was reproachful.

"I was coming to invite you out with some friends for lunch and I find you masturbating...you're a disgusting fucking asshole" She slammed the door shut.

Andrew gritted his teeth, feeling shame burn his face. The door echoed with the knock, and for a few seconds, he heard only the echo of his sister's words in his head. "Fucking asshole..." He muttered, his chest rising and falling with bated breath, trying to shut out the images still burning in his mind.

With trembling hands, he closed the video, turned off the screen, and stood up, still with his erection pulsing under his pants, impossible to ignore. He needed to calm down, erase that shame, and burn off that feeling that tortured him.

He walked quickly to the bathroom, turning on the cold water in the shower, hoping the icy shock would quench the desire still boiling inside him. He let the water soak him, each drop running down his skin, as he leaned against the tiled wall, eyes closed.

Andrew squeezed his eyes shut, his body tense under the stream of water hitting his skin, as if trying to wash away all the frustration pressing against his chest. But the heat returned, insatiable, and without thinking, her hands slid back to his cock, each caress more desperate, each movement more charged with rage than pleasure.

"Don't I matter?" he muttered, between his teeth, his words mingling with the frantic rhythm of her hands. The loneliness weighed on him like never before, and the echo in the bathroom amplified every word, sending them back to him with brutal rawness.

"I want a girlfriend... I want money, I want to feel something real..." he gasped, his fingers pressing harder as he imagined everything he longed for and couldn't have. "And you guys...you just treat me like shit!"

The words escaped her mouth as if someone else was saying them. Her body straining to the limit, every fantasy, every frustration and resentment reaching an inevitable climax. Finally, he let out a hoarse moan, feeling the orgasm rip through him, a mixture of fury, desire, and exhaustion, leaving him drained, the essence of his rage trickling across the shower floor in opaque threads.

He leaned his forehead against the tiles, breathing agitated, his mind blank.

"I want to live in a world where everyone wants to have sex with me" Andres spoke in frustration "I want to fuck everyone." 

Andres turned off the shower faucet, feeling the heat fade along with his darkest thoughts. For a moment, it had all been an absurd fantasy, an escape idea that he knew had no place in his real life. "What am I thinking...?" he muttered, running a hand over his drenched face, trying to focus.

"I need to get serious. Find a job, get better in college...that's what matters," he told himself, trying to hold on to that spark of clarity that had emerged amid his frustration.

He wrapped himself in a towel, stepped out of the bathroom, and headed for his room, feeling the freshness in the air that announced he was home alone. Tranquility surrounded him, and although his sister's words still echoed in his mind, he finally had a moment of calm. He plopped down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts a jumble that finally made him fall asleep.

Andrew, still caught between dream and reality, felt the pleasure run through his body like an electric tingle. In his mind's eye, the sharp image of that chestnut hair was drawn, moving rhythmically as her lips closed around his cock, devouring it with a ferocious hunger. It all seemed so vivid, so intensely palpable, that even her breathing became erratic, her fingers twitching on the sheets.

Low moans escaped his throat, still caught on the edge between sleep and consciousness. But suddenly, something changed. The sensation was too real, too immediate to be just a figment of his mind.

With a start, he opened his eyes, and there was his sister Moon. The figure leaned between his legs, her mouth opening and closing around his cock, sucking and sucking with an eagerness that left him breathless. His gaze met hers, intense and filled with raw desire as if each passing second drove her to desire him more.

Andrew swallowed saliva, incredulous, not knowing whether to continue giving himself over to pleasure or to ask how she had gotten there.

Andres quickly pulled her away from his cock and she pleaded "What are you doing Luna?!" he asked covering himself with the sheets in shame, not expecting anything like that.

Andres froze, his heart pounding as he watched Luna, who was still on the bed, her mouth half open, her eyes sparkling with that mixture of defiance and desire that took his breath away. Disbelief enveloped him as he tried to understand how they had come to this situation, how his sister had dared so much, and how he, despite his surprise, couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

Luna moved her hand slowly, moving it up from her hips to her breasts, caressing them with that provocative cadence, her nipples hardening between her fingers as she didn't take her eyes off Andrew. Her mouth formed a pout that was half innocent, half blatant invitation.

"Don't you like it?" she whispered, her tone playful, with a hint of irony, leaning into him slightly, revealing more of her exposed skin. "Or would you prefer to keep dreaming alone?"

Andrew swallowed saliva, feeling the heat rise to his face, his mind in a chaos of conflicting emotions and thoughts, as Luna moved closer and closer, sliding onto the bed until her lips were barely inches from his.

Andrew felt his thoughts melt away the moment Luna's lips closed over his, her tongue exploring his mouth with a ferocity that took his breath away. There was no room to doubt, to question why or how they had gotten there; there was only the desire she had unleashed, one that had remained hidden, buried deep in the recesses of his mind, and now gushed forth like an uncontainable torrent.

Luna's fingers slid expertly over his cock, enveloping it with a slow, firm caress as her chest pressed against him, her soft, full tits brushing against him with every movement. She moaned against his mouth, her kisses deep and wild, nibbling at his lips and devouring him as if she couldn't wait any longer.

Andrew let himself go, his hands finding their way to Luna's waist, clinging to her as the heat between them intensified.

Andrew watched as Luna slid down, her lips leaving a wet trail down his abdomen as she went down, her eyes fixed on him with an intensity that made him burn. There were no more thoughts, no more doubts; only the primal desire that swept him unrestrained. Luna wrapped her soft, warm lips around his cock, and he let out a low growl, clenching his fists in the sheets as he felt the moist warmth of her mouth close around his erection.

Luna devoured him with a mixture of eagerness and skill, her tongue swirling around the glans, tasting him as her eyes stayed fixed on him as if each movement was a game they both shared without words. Andrew gasped, unable to hold back any longer, and his hips began to move on instinct, pushing his cock into Luna's mouth, filling her with each thrust, his hands finding her hair and guiding her nonchalantly.

Luna moaned around his cock, the vibrations in her throat making him shudder as he lost himself in the frantic rhythm, each thrust taking him beyond control. He watched her with a mixture of awe and lust as she submitted to each thrust, swallowing every inch, her mouth becoming her instrument of pleasure.

Andrew could hold back no longer; each thrust into Luna's mouth was faster, deeper, each time sinking mercilessly into that hot throat engulfing him. His cock throbbed between her lips, and she looked up at him with those sparkling eyes, completely surrendered, swallowing every inch as he fucked her mercilessly, taking her to the limit.

"You like it, huh? Swallow it all, slut," he growled, his hands burying themselves in Luna's hair, forcing her to take him in. Luna only moaned, her eyes glassy and full of desire, tears beginning to well up as he pushed her even harder, her mouth clicking around his cock, wet, dirty, utterly devoted to his pleasure.

Luna's saliva slid down the length of his cock, down to his balls, each time she gagged, a guttural moan escaped her throat, and it only drove him crazier. "Yes, like that... slut... that's it," she gasped, bucking her hips with restrained violence, her words coming out between her teeth, losing any inhibitions.

Andrew grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back, making her fall backward onto the bed. Their eyes met for a moment, and in that gaze, there was no room for words, only a mixture of defiance and desire. He positioned himself on top of her, his hands roaming her body without finesse, gripping her hips and parting her legs, revealing Luna's wet heat, ready for him, so wet that her scent pervaded the room, turning him on even more.

"Is this what you wanted, slut?" he murmured in her ear, brushing his cock against her entrance, making her shiver in anticipation. She only nodded, her nails digging into his back, eyes closed, chest rising and falling in silent supplication. Without further warning, Andrew thrust into her all at once, burying himself deep, wrenching a muffled moan from her that echoed through the room.

Andrew began to move inside her, each thrust harder, deeper, his body crashing into hers with a brutality that made him lose himself in pleasure. His cock was thrusting in and out of her with a frantic rhythm, and Luna could only cling to him, her moans turning into screams of pure pleasure, her legs wrapping around him as he took her relentlessly, each movement bringing them closer to the edge.

"You are mine, do you understand? Only mine," he growled between gasps, sinking into her hard, his voice husky and laden with lust, completely consumed by the moment.

Andrew thrust hard, holding her hips and taking her to the edge with every movement. His hands slid from her hips to her tits, squeezing them with a mix of firmness and eagerness as he lost himself in the feel of her soft skin, her hardened nipples that seemed to respond to every touch, every caress. Luna panted, arching her back, pushing her breast against his hands, seeking more, her mouth open in an unrestrained moan.

He leaned over her, his mouth devouring Luna's in a wild kiss, their tongues intertwining as their bodies joined in an unbreakable, wild rhythm. She moaned against his mouth, biting his lower lip, daring him to keep going, not to stop, her nails scratching his back, leaving red marks on his skin that only encouraged him to thrust into her even harder, deeper.

Andrew couldn't stop; He felt every inch of her enveloping him, hot, wet, so devoted that his breathing became erratic, every gasp of Luna's echoing in his ear, turning him on more. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts again, playing with them, pulling at her nipples, and she responded by pushing her hips into him, her legs tightening around his waist, asking him without words not to stop, to fill her, to keep taking everything that was his.

Andrew increased the pace, each thrust deeper, more urgent. The sound of their bodies colliding, mixed with Luna's gasps and moans, filled the room, becoming a symphony of unleashed pleasure. She arched her back beneath him, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, as her lips parted to ask, almost beg, her voice cracking.

"Give it to me... I want to feel it all," she whispered, her words laden with lust. "Come inside me, Andrés... fill my pussy..." Each word fell like a spark on him, igniting him even more, bringing him to a point where nothing existed but the need to possess her completely.

Andrew brought one of his hands to her clit, pressing it with his thumb, rubbing it in slow circles at first, increasing the intensity as he sank into her, feeling how her body responded, how Luna shuddered, her wetness enveloping him even more. She cried out in pleasure, her body shaking beneath him, each brush on her clit bringing her closer to ecstasy, her moans becoming almost pleading.

He felt her tighten around his cock, her orgasm erupting in waves that swept him away with her, and he could no longer hold back. With a hoarse moan, Andrés thrust one last time, deep and hard, as he came inside her, filling her to the last shudder, letting himself fall on her still trembling body, both caught in that last, explosive wave of shared pleasure.

Andrew, still catching his breath, felt Luna's body relax, and the satisfied look on her face made him shudder. She looked at him with unexpected tenderness, a lazy smile on her lips before she leaned towards him, brushing his lips with a soft, warm kiss, which contrasted with the intensity they had just shared.

"I love you, Andrew," she whispered, her words enveloping him, so direct, so natural as if that were the only truth in the world.

He felt a jolt, a tug in his chest at hearing her, and it was as if, suddenly, a gust of reality shook him. His heart began to beat wildly, confusion settling in his mind. "What... what the fuck just happened?" he asked himself, not knowing whether to say it out loud or keep it to himself, unable to fully process what had just happened, but unable to deny the overwhelming connection that had dragged them together into this madness.