2.Perverted and Naughty

My name is Mia, I'm 18 years old and I'm adopted.

I was 11 years old when I went to live with a very loving couple who are now my parents, they already had a 17-year-old son who left for another city to study.

A few times a year our parents traveled to visit him, but I always preferred not to go with them, I always hated the fact that it was our parents who went to him, and he never made an effort to come to us, and that gave me a vision of a spoiled and individualistic guy.

Often our parents would send him pictures, both from commemorative dates and family reunions, but I never wanted to be part of these photos, I was always the one to take them to use that as an excuse not to appear in the photos, and the few that I did. , I didn't let them show because my thought was just one, on the day he wanted to see me, let him come to me.

My social networks were blocked from everyone in the family, I didn't want him to find me through family members, so to not have to refuse friendship invitations, it was better to keep them blocked.

He might not even know anything about me, or see any pictures of me, but I knew everything about him, and I'd seen several pictures of him, and I couldn't help but notice how stupidly handsome he was, the kind of guy that would have caught my attention if it weren't for one small detail, he was my brother.

It was a Thursday night when my mom told me he was coming back, I don't know why, but I felt a little butterflies in my stomach, it was like I'd been waiting for this for years, which didn't make any sense since I didn't we had no relationship.

The morning he would arrive, my parents went to work during the day, because sometimes they worked during the night, my father is a security guard, and my mother is a nurse, and that made me spend a lot of time alone, when the my mother left, she told me to buy a cake at the bakery and make coffee, because my "brother" would arrive in the afternoon and would definitely be hungry.

Okay, I wouldn't be his maid, but it wouldn't cost me anything to make a good reception.

When the afternoon arrived and the bell rang, I already knew it was him, what I didn't expect was that when I opened the door, he would eat me whole with just his look.

He became fixated on my boobs and soon after he tried to hide it by saying that he had missed the house, and I would never pass up the opportunity to bring up the subject of his time away. He said he didn't know I was so...he paused and added...great, but I realized that wasn't exactly what he thought. I welcomed him and still called him "little brother", but that part was just to remind myself that we were.

I told him our parents were at work and asked if he was hungry, and the whole time I got the impression he wasn't paying attention to anything I was saying. I went to the kitchen, got the cake and coffee and went to the living room and served it, and as I was serving it, I noticed that he was looking at my tits again, and this time my pussy reacted.

- He's your brother, stop being crazy. I kept repeating this to myself all the time. I sat across from him while he ate, and he asked the reasons why I never went to visit him, in addition to asking about the photos I never took and my social media that he had never found me, which revealed me that he had already been curious about how I was, or what I was like.

I saw no need to lie, I spoke my mind and he called me Unyielding and authoritative, and I made it very clear that in time his list of me would get longer, which left him speechless.

When I went to pick up the cup and plate to take back to the kitchen, he looked at my breasts again, and at that moment my panties were already very wet.

I was never a saint, but I also didn't usually go to bed with just anyone, I've always been very conscientious about the kind of guy I was worth turning to.

I never thought of my brother that way either, despite knowing he was a cat, what really led me to imagine him fucking me, was the way he looked at me, I managed to be quiet and behaved to a certain extent, as long as no one activates my perverted and naughty mode, because after this mode is activated I stop measuring the consequences on my actions.

I told him that his room was ready and that the house was his.

I went to my room to take a shower, and I left the bedroom door open on purpose because I knew that when I went to his room, he would have to go through mine first. When I heard the sound of the suitcase wheels in the hallway, I started to undress, giving him a very privileged view of my body and my ass, from where I was, there was a small mirror on my desk that I could see perfectly my door, and he was there, with his eyes intent, devouring me, lusting after me and he sure was hard.

It seems that his moral conscience whistled, because he mumbled something and left, but mine was pushing me right over the edge.

- It's going to be a lot of fun and it's very easy to get your wits about you, little brother, especially when our parents are away. I told myself.

He had activated my perverted naughty mode, and there was no going back.