[TABLET SPIRIT]
"Hey..."
You are awoken by your brother's voice. You open your eyes and see him standing beside your bed, wearing nothing but boxer briefs.
"Hey..." you mutter. Your older brother's sexy body does not help your aching wood you developed in the cold slumber.
"We are being called." He then shows you the tablet and its shining screen, the one he always shows you after you caught him pleasuring himself at the hallway of the house two months ago.
The shining screen invites you in, shuts your consciousness. It tells you to think of nothing else but to obey.
You rise from your bed seemingly knowing what to do next; as if your body has done this so many times before. And maybe, it had. You just do not remember, because everytime the tablet calls you, it feels like a fresh new round of consummation.
Your brother holds you as he brings you to the hallway. Both of you obliviously walking in the night while wearing sexy underwear.
You both have better hunky bodies than before. The spirit in the tablet wants that.
You stand face to face, and share an incestuous kiss. And you know, your brother lips tastes better than your girlfriend's. And probably he thinks that yours tastes better than his fiance.
As your chests and bulges rub while smooching, you open one eye and see a face smiling at you at another end of your hallway.
His face looks like your uncle's, the one who has been staying with you in the house for three months now. Your uncle is an IT professional who is currently looking for work.
But as your brother starts licking, from your chest to your navel down to your crotch, you shrug the thought. Of course, it is the spirit of the tablet.
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