Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

Even as we are standing in the middle of a playground as if we just got pooped out by the earth, I felt my inside

summersault a million times before stopping. I didn’t get the chance to find out we crawled out of a freaking hole before I began to puke.

One thing I remembered was not to puke over the shirt even though I was freezing in it. One hand holding up my hair and the other trying to hold the shirt and my phone down, I bent and began to puke. Gosh! My stomach was empty but I still puked.

Soon, I became weak and sat on the floor close to the mess I just made.

“We don’t have all day or we will be dead” Luciano yanked my upper arm “get the fu… No fucking way!” He yelled.

Before I knew what was happening, he let go of my arm leaving me to fall harshly to the ground. I had no time to brace myself before I heard a shattering sound.

I looked at my stepbrother in disbelief as if I was trying to find another reason why he just broke my phone.

“Thanks to you, they just know we were here”.

Were?

Before I could understand what he was talking about or complain about how he just wrecked my phone, Luciano pulled my upper arm and dragged me out of the playground. At this point, I wonder why there was no one at this time of the day. At least, 6 pm isn’t a bad time for anyone to be off for no reason.

Tired, my stomach grumbled loudly. I made a weird sound with my mouth trying to hide the fact that I am very hungry.

Even if, I don’t see where it became a crime to be hungry.

Following my stepbrother, as he roughly pulled me along, I wonder how he manage to carry the two bags he had filled with money, hold me, and still brought out a small phone from his pocket. Frankly, I haven’t seen that much.

The phone looks almost like a walkie-talkie. The screen is so small that it could be 5-4 centimeters long and wide.

“Are we dead yet?” I asked.

Off course I know we are not but yanking me to nowhere as he kept talking to someone on the phone in Italian, I see nothing but death. I could not contain the pain from the grip of my stepbrother but the fact that he had been talking on the phone made me scared.

The ground vibrated beneath my feet, it was as if the earth shock or an earthquake was about to happen. At some point, I felt really scared but with My stepbrother’s calmness, I assured myself that that would happen to me with Luciano holding my arm like it would break anytime soon.

He had maybe no or very short nails but the way he gripped my arm, I felt like his nails were digging into my flesh as if picking out my bone.

“Vieni con una minuscola giacca femminile, della taglia di Tiffany ovviamente” I heard Luciano say.

(then come with a tiny female jacket, Tiffany’s size of course)

He looked down at me and that irked me, he should not look down as of I am close to the ground or something. The fact that he even mentioned my name made it more suspicious.

You know, Americans hate living in the dark. Instead of you talking in other languages, you better don’t say anything! But Luciano, he has been talking for more than I expected to the point of even mentioning my name.

“Luciano” I muttered “Luciano?” I called again.

He didn’t respond, he just crossed the road, stood over the other side as if shading our bodies from something or someone with the wide leaves, and said nothing. Although I know that we are in danger but keeping it from me isn’t fair enough.

I am his little step-sister for crying out loud! I deserve to know what he had been saying and why we are now standing in the middle of nowhere waiting.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Wiggling my arms out of his grip, I found out he doesn’t seem ready to let me go. Pushing my hair off my face, I began to semi-dance as if under the influence of something or strange music.

“Can I have a leak, Brother?” I asked.

Luciano stared down at me for a while as if disgusted and shrugged.

“You are going to run away, Are you?”.

Damn!

Why would he ask something like that when definitely?… ok yeah, I would want to run away immediately after he let go of me because I don’t trust him. Having a stepbrother you had always had a crush on seeing you naked, have lots of guns in his room, have a lot of money, and also, how would I explain that I don’t understand how his window became a dark tube that leads us straight into an empty playground.

Looking at where we had come out from, I found out that there wasn’t even any trace we had come out from there. If I wasn’t mistaken, I would say Luciano lifted a lid off the ground, I bet he should have put it back and…

“What happened to the hole we came out from?” I asked.

“I blew it up” Luciano replied calmly, his gaze moved to my revealed thighs and legs and he frowned “Are you dancing because you are cold?”.

Really? Is that how he could interpret it?

Well, I wasn’t expecting any of this but what else should I expect? I did touch his freaking erected dick back at the house, I bet his brain isn’t still working fine.

“I can’t give you my trousers but I can carry you inside my shirt if you don’t mind” he wiggled his brows “We will share skin-to-skin contact just as you have always wanted”.

Frankly, I would love to share that skin-to-skin contact so I would pee on him. Then, I will wait and see how warm he would be to have pee-soaked pants.

Well, I can’t stand this. Even with him holding me, I stooped, took up the shirt I am wearing, and began to pee. I didn’t bother to look up at his face even when he said something inaudible in Italian and said a last English cuss word.

After doing my thing, I stood up and immediately regrets my actions. My pee gathered back around my feet.

“I bet you like that, Gum drop,” Luciano said, “Since your feet are small and dirty, your pee would do fine to wash….. Fuck it Tif! Fucking fuck you!”.

How about that? Dick head!