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"Lars, wait. We shouldn't do it now. They are in the house." I whisper in the bedroom.

"So, just be quiet."

"No, my brother will hear."

"He's not a little kid, he can handle it."

"Lars ...!"

He flips me around by the door and pushes me on them. He kisses my neck and my shoulder. I hold onto the door but there's not much to grab.

He takes my wrist and holds them above my head so I can't move.

"I can't keep my hands off of you."

"I can see." I huff.

He pushes my pants down and puts two of his fingers in me. I yelp out.

I breath heavily. "How am I supposed to cover my mouth when you're holding my hands."

"Just hold it in." he moves his fingers in me.

"H-how?" I cry out.

He lets go of my hands and covers my mouth with his palm. Still both of us against the door.

He pressed on my prostate multiple times and I feel myself getting harder.

"You can work it in the front. I'll work it in the back." He chuckles and I feel his tip on my ass.

I put my hands on my dick and begin to stroke myself. He pushes inside me and I hold myself.

He thrusts multiple times and I moan into his palm.

"Soren? Where are you?" I hear Atila.

My eyes widen. "Shhh, don't say anything." Lars whispers as he thrusts into me.

"He's busy now. Can't talk." Lars yells, thrusting into me.

"Oh, okay. I'll be downstairs. Lorence is here."

"Great keep him company then!"

Lars grabs my hip, pushing himself into me whole. He really doesn't get any centimeter wasted and I can't walk for hours later.

I cum on the door embarrassed and he lifts my face to kiss me.

"You are messy."

"You made me like this."

"Hm, I'll clean it after."

"No, it will dry and stink. I'll clean it."

"I didn't cum yet. Where you going?"

He holds me in place until he finishes too. He slaps my ass and I whine out.

"Great, now I'm leaking everywhere." I frown. "how am I supposed to act around my brother now?"

"Don't be so dramatic. Just clean yourself in the bathroom and I'll make them a coffee or something."

I huff. "Hey." He takes my hand and kisses me. "you're gorgeous."

***

I come downstairs after I make myself look presentable.

Atila is talking to Lorence and I frown knowing this look. Atila is flirting with him. Is he crazy?

Lorence is Lars' assistant and older than him. Maybe if Atila would be my age and out of high school, I would tolerate it, but now it's too much.

"Atila let's have a talk." I say.

"Oh, you're done fucking?" he asks me.

I blush and looking at Lars. "We weren't. We -were just discussing something important."

"Ehm, right."

"We were! Lars."

"Yes, it was very important." Lars sips on his coffee.

"Just come with me."

***

Atila follows me annoyed.

"What is it?" he asks.

"I see what you are doing with Lorence and I think you should quit it. It's not for you."

"Why not?"

"Because you haven't finished high school yet. You are a child."

"I'm not! I'm eighteen and it will be really soon."

"Well, until you got to that school you are a child and Lorence is a grown man."

"He's only twenty five."

"Yes, and how old are you? Hm? Eighteen. Absolutely not. Just enjoy being young and gain experience."

"So, what? I just have to wait few years so I can date someone."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Date someone on your level first and when you're experienced, maybe Lorence will be the one for you.

He's not going anywhere.

He huffs and looks away. "Fine, then I want to go to college."

"What?" I ask him.

"You heard me. Lorence has two college, I want to have at least one."

"Oh. Ehm, yeah, you can go there. I'll just have to talk to Lars you know."

"Lars said I can go."

"Yeah, but we should still talk with him." I nod.

Is he really going to college to charm his 'crush' ? Any motivation counts.