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I’m definitely screwed. It’s late at night and I haven’t even called in to say that I’m going to be late. For sure, mom and dad would be livid. My younger brother Dave couldn’t help me out of this. He texted me for what seemed ages ago that he would turn in early and I should get back home soon. The party lasted longer than I expected and I lost track of time. Completely exhausted, I have no time for early morning arguments and dismissals. I just hope mom and dad are fast asleep and would postpone giving me hell till well into the afternoon. The doorman was kind enough to wait up for me as I hinted that I might go home late. So that’s one obstacle down. I needed to steady myself and sober up quickly; a 5 floor ride on the elevator isn’t exactly that long for me to have time to fix myself. I didn’t even bother removing my stilettos as I got off the elevator since the plush carpet would silence my footsteps. I took one deep steadying breath as I opened the door to our condo unit. I knew when these doors open; there will be hell to pay. As I walked tentatively across istanbul travesti the living room, I saw no signs of the monster parents. The house was as silent as the dead. I was surprised to find remnants of what seemed to be a nice dinner at the dining table. There were candles, almost burned to the end. Someone must have waited for me. The table was still set up and nothing seems to have been eaten besides a dinner roll at my brother’s side of the table. I drew in a deep breath of relief when I saw that my parents’ room was deserted. They weren’t home. What a relief. So with a bounce in my step I sauntered off to my room. My door was ajar so I peered in to see if someone was there. A hunk was lying there. I mentally went over the list of men who were allowed to stay the night at our house. The list wasn’t that long and no one was this well built. The man or should I say man boy was wearing nothing but boxer shorts. His perfect muscular body was in display for me to ogle at. He had nice strong arms. A dark olive complexion that made my istanbul travestileri mouth water. The huge bulge in his boxers weren’t that bad either. I couldn’t see his face though. It was buried in my pillow. As I slowly went over to the hunk on my bed, I saw that it was Dave. Apparently he fell asleep on my bed, completely exhausted. On closer inspection, I saw a couple of used tissues and my naughtiest black lace lingerie beside him. I couldn’t remember if I left that there and certainly the tissues weren’t mine. As I sat next to him to wake him up I was surprised when he embraced me by the waist and moaned my name. This was interesting. Was my little brother dreaming of me? And the boner was a complete surprise too. What kind of a dream was it? “Hey, Davey. Wake up” he awoke with a start, realizing that he had buried his face on my thighs. He frantically tried to hide the tissues that littered the bed and my lingerie. “I saw those already. And what may I ask did you do to my lingerie? Wear it?” I laughed at his guilty expression. travesti istanbul “No, I… I took it out so I can… buy… buy my girlfriend something like that.” it was obvious he was lying. Though he had a body of a gorgeous man, my brother had a boy’s face. A very handsome boy at that. His deep dark brown eyes couldn’t lie. And the cute pink color that has flooded his cheeks was a proof to his obvious lie. “Since when did you have a girlfriend? And why would you buy her something that looked like mine?” I continued to tease him. I had inkling as to his reasons for falling asleep on my bed. But it would be so much nicer to hear it tumble out of his mouth. His plump red lips telling me that he jacked off looking at my lingerie and smelling my pillows. “Fine. I took it out so I could do something. Wait. What took you so long? I made dinner and everything. Mom and dad went to their swinger’s thing again and would be gone for at least tonight so I was hoping we could bond. Where were you?” the obvious attempt of changing the topic was his last ditch attempt to distract me. It was cute. And a sudden thought occurred to me. I ignored his questions and stood up. I walked slowly to my own bathroom, undressing as I went. I knew he was still looking at me. And his gasp confirmed it. I looked back at him and saw that he had a greedy look at his face and an obvious boner.