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Erotic stories from home: My brother's friend


The scent of cigarette smoke mixed with the cool air conditioning of Central Department Store in the late afternoon was so familiar. Back in the nineties, the CD and cassette tape shops on the third floor were still bustling with people. The streets were crowded, and the faint sound of pop music drifted from the speakers. I stood arranging records for a long time, my eyes glancing towards the entrance periodically because my brother said he was bringing a close friend who had just returned from working in Bangkok to meet me.

My brother's name is Odd. He's an engineer at a sugar factory who works far away in Khon Kaen. Every time he comes home to Chiang Mai, he always has friends visiting. Today was the first time he said he was bringing this friend to meet me at the mall, because I asked him to help me choose a new tape player for the shop.

A little afternoon, I saw my brother walking through the crowd. He was tall and well-built, wearing a black t-shirt and ripped jeans. He waved at me before turning to speak to another man walking behind him. That man was about the same height, with a tan complexion, wearing a short-sleeved floral shirt and carrying a shoulder bag. He had a short, cropped haircut like a country boy. But his eyes were incredibly sharp.

“Nong Fon, this is my friend, his name is A,” his older brother introduced, his voice clearly showing a Northeastern Thai accent. “A, come here, this is my sister.”

I bowed respectfully. He smiled broadly, showing his white teeth. His large hand reached out and grasped mine tightly. “Tell me, Nong Fon,” his voice was deep and low, sounding warm in a way that contrasted sharply with his brother's always blunt speech. “Brother Aod said you work here. Is that true?”

“Yes…it’s true,” I answered hesitantly, feeling shy about his sudden proximity.

“Come sit down,” I invited him to a bench in front of the shop. His brother went to talk to the shop owner while A followed me silently, his gaze still fixed on me, sending shivers down my spine.

He sat down beside me, less than a foot away. The faint scent of baby soap mixed with sweat wafted to my nose. “Have you worked here long, Nong Fon?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with interest.

“Two years now. What do you do for work, P’ A?” I asked back, trying to act naturally.

“I work in Bangkok as a metal lathe operator. I come back to visit my home in Roi Et.” "Then I stopped by to see P' Aod," he replied, his hands rubbing his thighs rhythmically. "Nong Fon is so cute."

That compliment made me blush. I quickly looked down at the floor. My brother walked back just then. "Are you trying to flirt with my sister?" he joked, slapping my shoulder hard. "Watch out, I'll beat you up."

I laughed loudly. "I was just complimenting her, Aod. Don't think too much about it."

But I could feel him staring at me for a second. It was a different look from most men. There was a certain desire hidden beneath that smile.

From that day on, A started calling the CD shop regularly. He would wait after work, claiming he was helping his brother buy things, but his brother never came with him.

One night after work, he waited for me in the underground parking lot of the mall. His old brown pickup truck was parked under the dim neon lights.

"Get in, Nong Fon. I'll give you a ride," he said, opening the door.

I hesitated for a moment, but then got in and sat next to him because it started to drizzle. On the way home, he stopped to buy some rice wine and sticky rice with grilled chicken from a roadside stall. “Come have a drink with me, little sister,” he said affectionately.

We parked in the abandoned temple lot near my house. The rain had subsided, leaving only a light drizzle on the windshield. I sipped the liquor as he suggested; the burning sensation in my throat made me feel hot.

He turned to look at me again. This time, his large hand slowly rested on my thigh through my jeans. “I’m sorry, Fon, but I’ve been suppressing my desire for a long time, ever since the first day I met you.”

My heart pounded so hard I could hear my blood rushing to my chest. I didn’t refuse; instead, I felt a tingling sensation run through my body.

“Brother A…” I called his name, my voice hoarse.

He didn’t hesitate, pulling me into a hug. His warm lips pressed against my neck, his breathing heavy. “Fon… I’ve been craving you for days.”

I felt his hot tongue lick along my teeth, nuzzling my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His penis hardened, rubbing against my thigh through my shorts. It was unusually large and hot.

“Please, let me, Fon,” he whispered in my ear, his voice trembling. “I’ll fuck you until your pussy is soaking wet.”

I responded by moving closer to him. My hands trembled, yet I was consumed by an uncontrollable rage. My nipples hardened beneath my thin t-shirt. He pulled my shirt up, skillfully unhooking my bra. His large hands caressed my smooth back before moving to squeeze my thighs.

He turned me to face him, completely removing his jeans. His erection gleamed in the dashboard light. It was large, its head flushed red, seemingly calling out.

“Look, this has been waiting for you for a long time,” he said, gently shaking his penis before taking my hand and guiding it to touch.

I gripped his penis tightly. It was hard and hot, I could feel the pulse beating within me. I stroked it up and down slowly, as he instructed. He groaned softly. His other hand slipped into my vagina through my increasingly wet panties.

“Your pussy is wet,” he whispered. “So you’re ready, aren’t you?”

He pulled my panties down completely and had me straddle his lap. His face was pressed between my legs. His hot tongue lightly touched my clitoris, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to pull my hips away, but he held my waist tightly.

“Don’t run away,” he said before passionately sucking on my pussy. The sound of our kissing was loud and wet, mixed with our moans in the old pickup truck. I felt my pussy juices flowing out. He licked it up with his tongue and looked up, smiling. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

He had me sit on his dick. The tip of his dick rubbed against my wet pussy. He slowly pressed my hips down, slowly penetrating me all the way in. I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body and hugged his neck tightly. I could feel his dick inside me, pulsating rhythmically.

“Oh…Fon, your pussy…your pussy is so smooth,” he moaned, sighing. “It’s a perfect fit.”

I started moving up and down instinctively. His dick rubbed against the walls of my pussy, which tightened with every movement. I felt a tingling sensation that made my body tremble. He held my waist and helped me move faster and faster. The sound of our bodies hitting each other mixed with the sound of the air conditioner working hard.

Our bodies became more and more intense in rhythm. I was getting tired, but the intense pleasure inside me made me unable to stop.