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(Phoebe... you’re such a naughty, kinky girl...)

The scene I’m currently in is so similar to a plot I read just yesterday, right before watching an action movie.

(Damn... why is it that as soon as they start these delicate scenes with me, right before we have rough sex, a poetic epiphany pops into my head... one I want to photograph against the backdrop of a sheet of paper...)

...

The smell of bleach, the faint smell of urine, the hum of the ventilation... a typical description of an average public restroom.

I didn’t even have time to protest; she just grabbed me by the T-shirt and pulled me inside, as if it were normal.

My pants and boxers are pulled down to ankles, and my sister is already standing between his spread legs, leaning forward, one hand on his penis, the other resting on the wall above his shoulder.

It’s cramped—her knees are touching his thighs, her breasts almost in his face.

I’m sitting with my back pressed against the tank, the cold ceramic piercing through my T-shirt.

My legs are spread as far as this damn stall allows.

Phoebe is standing so close that I can feel the warmth of her body, the scent of her perfume, sweat, and the distinct musky aroma of arousal.

She’s already holding my big cock in her hand, firmly but not painfully.

Her palm is hot, slightly damp from my pre-cum, which, to my surprise, appeared rather quickly.

(I’ve already cum seven times today... As far as I can remember, after the eighth time, my dick will hurt pretty bad, and I’ll want to forget about any kind of sexual arousal for the next 24 hours. Even though I can cum ten times a day, but... throughout the whole day, not in a few hours, and there’s a difference between when you’re the one doing it and when someone else is...)

It starts slowly — from the base to the head, then back, squeezing a little harder on the way back.

Every movement is accompanied by a quiet, wet sound that seems deafening in this silence.

- (Phoebe). "Look at me, big brother♡♡..."

She whispers, her voice low, tinged with almost uncontrollable passion.

- (Phoebe). "Don’t look away. I want to see your face when you feel good♡♡..."

I try to look, but my eyes close on their own from the tension.

- (Phoebe). "No-no-no! Keep your eyes open. I want you to see how naughty your sister can be♡♡..."

(That’s for sure... You’re a very naughty girl, my sweet little sister. A picture has already formed in my head of how I’ll be entering your lustful pussy.)

I force myself to watch as her small hand skillfully jerks off my cock.

My younger stepsister’s eyes are shining, her lips are parted, her breathing is rapid.

She bites her lower lip as her thumb glides over the head—circular motions, slow, teasing.

My whole body shudders, my hips involuntarily thrust forward.

(Why... Why are Phoebe’s skills so different from Runo’s and Karin’s?... Could it be that she already had a boyfriend?)

My sister kept jerking me off for a few more minutes until we heard footsteps outside, like someone was coming into the restroom.

(The only thing missing was guests... Oh! I forgot. This is a public restroom, so it’s no surprise.)

The door opened, and it felt like two men walked in, talking about something.

They came quite close to us and mostly stood in front of the urinals, and a few seconds later, the corresponding sound could be heard.

- (Man 1). "Did you watch yesterday’s game? This year’s Champions League is one of the best. Real Madrid and Manchester City put on an incredible show, and as a fan of the first team, I felt incredible joy when I saw the aggregate score. Valverde was incredibly good in both games, and his hat trick in the first game was... something else."

- (Man 2). "I watched a different game. The one where Barcelona played Newcastle. The Blaugrana showed their class, and Raphinha started playing at the same level he was at last season."

- (Man 1). "Since when did you become a fan of that trash?"

- (Man 2). "I’ve been a Barcelona fan since birth... Wait. What the hell did you just say?!"

(Oh, I get what they’re talking about. Typical soccer fans who’ll talk about their favorite game and team anywhere and with anyone... One’s a Real Madrid fan, and the other’s a Barcelona fan... I hope these two friends aren’t about to get into a fight right here in this restroom?...)

Suddenly, both men started arguing loudly, trying to prove their... point to each other.

I was looking at my sister, who was still holding my cock in her hand, but now, after the two soccer fans walked in, she lowered her head a little, and I couldn’t see her face.

Following Phoebe’s reaction, I still spoke very, very quietly and...

- (Me). "Maybe we’ll finish what we started another time. As soon as they leave, we..."

Sohen didn’t get to finish his sentence because Phoebe...

- (Phoebe). "Hehe♡♡..."

- (Me). "Phoebe?"

Just as I thought that was it, my little sister started moving her tiny hand again, wrapping it around my massive cock.

She didn’t stop, and over time, she only sped up.

Her hand moved precisely, rhythmically: down—squeeze—up—twist of the wrist.

The sound grew louder and wetter.

Feeling something like this for the first time, I started biting my fist so I wouldn’t moan out loud.

(Phoebe... you really are...)

- (Phoebe). "You’re so hard, big brother♡♡♡..."

She whispers right in my face, her lips almost touching mine.

(I’m surprised myself that in a situation like this, my erection only gets harder...)

- (Phoebe). "Can you feel it throbbing? How it wants to shoot out? Come on, don’t hold back. I want you to cum right now, while someone’s standing behind the wall taking a piss♡♡..."

- (Me). "..."

(You’re such a perverted little girl... Damn it!)

Her other hand slides down—her fingers glide over my balls, gently squeezing and massaging them.

It makes my lower abdomen tighten like a spring.

I gasp for air, trying not to make a sound, but a hoarse sigh escapes me.

Suddenly, the two men’s screams stop and...

- (Man 1). "You’re such a bitch!!!... Wait. What’s that noise?"

- (Man 2). "Noise? I don’t hear anything."

- (Man 1). "It sounds like... someone’s moaning?"

- (Man 2). "Moaning?... Well, where do you think it’s coming from?"

- (Man 1). "How should I know?! I just heard someone enjoying themselves and... maybe even more than that, so I thought I’d tell you we’re not alone in here."

- (Man 2). "Typical Real Madrid fan. As soon as he hears a man moaning, he runs off to cuckolding about it."

- (Man 1). "WHAT? You’re really getting on my nerves. As soon as we get out of the restroom, I’m going to knock all your teeth out."

- (Man 2). "Why leave if we can settle this right here?"

(Are they really going to fight?... Damn! I need to think not about them, but about what’s right here...)

As the two men start a physical fight, my sister leans even closer, her hair falling onto my face, her lips touching my ear.

- (Phoebe). "Cum, big brother♡♡..."

My sweet younger stepsister whispers, and her voice starts to tremble... from her own arousal.

- (Phoebe). "Cum. Now. Hard. I can feel you swelling♡... come on♡♡..."

(Fuck! With words like that... it’s really hard to hold back...)

The last thrust—fast, hard, all the way down to the base, then up with a twist and... I can’t take it anymore.

I quickly grabbed her head with my hands and pulled her forward with all my strength, and then... my cock burst into the mouth of the lustful young beauty.

- (Phoebe). "Yes♡♡♡♡♡!!!"

Her body arches, her hips thrust forward and my cock pulsing in her mouth.

Hot waves come one after another—the first powerful, then weaker, but she doesn’t let go, continues to move slowly, squeezing everything out and at the same time...

- (???). "There you are!!!"

Another person enters the bathroom, and from the voice, it’s clear it’s a woman.

- (Random Woman). "I don’t know what’s going on with you two, but if you don’t stop right now, you’re both going to get a scolding from me! Get your act together and follow me immediately!!!"

- (Man 1). "Ugh..."

- (Man 2). "Ugh, fine. Next time..."

After the woman came in and yelled at them, they actually stopped arguing, and a few seconds later, Phoebe and I were left alone.

(They’re gone... I’m so glad...)

While one problem was quickly resolved, Sohen didn’t notice that a little semen was starting to drip from Phoebe’s mouth, which then landed on the floor and on my leg.

The smell is sharp, mixed with bleach—embarrassing and wildly arousing at the same time.

She keeps me in her mouth for a few more seconds until I stop twitching, then pulls her hands away so she can finally breathe easily.

(Damn! I really love cumming in women’s mouths roughly... I hope they don’t mind...)

My cock, accompanied by a satisfying sound, also leaves her mouth.

A few globs of cum land on her hand.

She looks at her hand—her fingers are glistening, with strands of cum between them.

My sister smiles lewdly, as if pleased with the trophy that landed specifically on her.

Phoebe repeats those same movements she made in the car, rinsing her mouth with the amount of my cum she managed to produce in such a short time.

The show starts again, but lasts less than a minute.

- (Phoebe). "That’s better♡... Next time I’ll make you cum even faster♡♡..."

She quickly swallowed my fluid and showed me her version of a perverted ahegao.

(Right before my eyes, ahegaos from three different generations happened at different times... I’m just incredible, haha...)