What I Need Do If My Bf Is Pervert?

All characters were 18 years old at the time of the story.

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I felt terribly awkward. It's only our second date, what does he allow himself to do? And why do I allow myself to be led by him? Or is this just my perverted imagination and there is nothing like that? Terrible thoughts kept creeping into my head.

I've liked Arkasha for a long time. He is from a parallel class, so thoughtful and mysterious. Tall and thin. And when, embarrassed and stuttering, at the beginning of the week he suggested taking a walk along the embankment on Friday evening, without thinking for a long time, I agreed. We ate ice cream, chatted about nothing and looked at the swans. It's funny that I completely forgot the content of the conversations, but I remember Arkasha's grimaces very well when he told another seemingly funny story. I remember how embarrassed I smiled back at him. How I blushed when he glanced at my breasts, hidden by a top or bare legs. Yesterday it was hot, so I wore very short shorts.

When it was time to leave, he walked me to the bus stop. I smiled at him, he smiled at me, but no hug, no kiss, nothing like that. We didn't even hold hands - that's understandable, it's a first date. We just exchanged phone numbers. I wonder what Arkasha would say if he found out that at eighteen, I had never kissed or even walked with a guy? I had no idea how much experience he had, but for some reason it seemed to me that he obviously had more.

And then suddenly, completely unexpectedly, he called the next morning. And he invited me to the cinema! But he immediately added that the movie would be at his house, and right now. They say, home theater, big screen, all that. Pizza, tea... It's strange that there is no popcorn. And then suddenly it dawned on me - what kind of tea is there! He just wants to take advantage of me! He'll invite you home, and then... They're all like that! Panic thoughts sent shivers down my spine. Suddenly I felt like there was a swirl of excitement in my stomach. Panic gave way to some incomprehensible feeling... Not as they say in books - cats scratched at my soul, but rather rabbits stamped their paws somewhere inside. Maybe this is how it should be?

I thought about it. And what? There are devils in still waters - maybe I'm still crazy, I just don't know about it yet? Or do I already know? There was no fear, rather surprise. And the anticipation of adventure. Like before jumping from a tower into the water. Besides, what if he really, without a second thought, just wants to watch a movie with me and eat pizza? I'll be a fool if all my fears turn out to be just a fantasy! I smiled at my thoughts.

Today I decided to wear not a top and shorts, but a dress with polka dots. Also quite short, but still almost to the knees, clearly hides more than shorts. And the neckline is not as obvious as in yesterday's outfit. It was as if I was trying to justify my clothes to myself. I'm not like that, I'm waiting for the tram, yeah...

- Nastya, where did you go soaping up on Saturday morning? - the slyly grinning brother showed up right there. She and my older sister Polina (well, as the eldest - for two minutes, we are triplets) decided to cook some complex dish from the Internet while dad was on duty. Damn culinary experts...

- Timka, stop it! - I frowned. - Can't we just go for a walk?

"No, you can, of course..." Tim looked at me skeptically and stepped aside. - I thought that you would help Polya and me. This is such a miracle... basically, chicken with honey, spices, oranges... You'll lick your fingers!

I just shook my head. It's unlikely that anything will work out for them.

- Well, as you know... Well, look, you'll come, and we'll eat everything! And we won't leave a single piece for you! - brother sarcastically stuck out his tongue at me.

- Oh, you!... - I wanted to rush after him, but changed my mind. What a waste of time on such a moron! Raising my head proudly, I clicked to the door with the heels of my sandals. Arkasha was supposed to arrive any minute.

But when I went down, it turned out that he was already standing at the bench. When Arkady saw me, he burst into a sincere smile. I couldn't help but smile stupidly, too. Stepping towards the guy, I looked at him.

- How long have you been standing here?

- No... Well, I just arrived.

- Ahh. Let's go?

"Yeah..." Arkasha nodded and we went to the bus stop. Unlike yesterday, we didn't talk. They walked in silence, but... For some reason I felt happy in my soul. And calm. Arkasha kept his distance, but it was as if an invisible thread had formed between us. Or was I just imagining this again?

The trolleybus we needed arrived. Half empty. We sat down next to each other. I felt Arkasha's thigh pressing against mine. I wonder if he's pressing it on purpose, or just tight? I decided to fidget, at the same time pressing myself against the boy not only with my hip, but also with my shoulder. He looked at me. And he smiled again. I felt so happy, I couldn't help but smile back. I wish I could put my head on his shoulder now... And he would put his hand on my knee.

I was completely daydreaming. This is only the second date, control yourself! Sighing, I stared out the window.

- What movie? - I asked in a feignedly bored voice.

"Uh... We'll see," Arkasha answered evasively.

I wonder why he doesn't say the name right away? What if this is some kind of erotica? I felt the rabbits in my stomach begin to beat their paws again. Just don't blush!

We arrived quickly. We went up to the fifth floor, still without saying a word. There was some kind of joyful tension felt. Suddenly it turned out that a courier was standing on the landing with four pizzas and ringing the doorbell to the apartment. And this was exactly the one we needed. Arkasha took the pizzas, paid and we went in.

-- Four of them at once? Isn't it too much for the two of us?

- Um, it's not just us here.

Well, I already thought that it would be just us... But it turns out that the family Arkasha is also in the apartment... So, it's still a fantasy - he won't pester when there is someone nearby... So what? what if his friends are there? And they... Also not averse... I felt my heart sink somewhere into my heels.

- Dad and my two sisters are still at home - Arina and Anya. That's why there are four.

"Ahh," I felt relieved. And, suddenly, some strange pang of regret. I even felt ashamed of this feeling. Did some part of me really want Arkasha?.. So that he?..

I didn't have time to figure out what Arkady was supposed to do in my fantasies - my attention was attracted by strange sounds from the depths of the apartment. Some kind of wet squelching sound, as if a small water pump was working. The guy brought slippers and offered to change my shoes. While I took off my sandals, he did not take his eyes off my feet. Here's another thing: we found a foot fetishist...

The wet sobs did not stop. Arkasha was noticeably nervous. He picked up the pizzas and carried them forward, inviting me to enter with his hand. I obediently followed him, straight to the source of the strange sounds. They were coming from behind the slightly open door. But we passed this room along the corridor and found ourselves in the next one. This is where the home theater was located - a large screen, comfortable chairs, a sofa, a table on which Arkasha put the pizza.

- Here you go. Make yourself comfortable.

At that moment, a girl of about eighteen ran into the room. She was wearing pink panties and a matching bra. On her feet are lilac fluffy slippers.

- Bra-atic! Here you are! He's been missing since this morning! Vika and I have already milked dad twice, but we still can't get enough! Is it possible to do this to your sisters' mouths?

What is she talking about? I didn't even have time to digest what was said when Arkasha began to make excuses.

- An, I'm sorry, it's just... Do you remember that I promised you a surprise yesterday?

- Yes? Does your brother finally have a girlfriend? - Sister Arkasha burst into a smile. - This is her, right? Was it you who followed her?

- Uh... Well, you can say that!

- My name is Ann! - the girl introduced herself loudly. And suddenly she jumped, so much so that her rather large breasts shook. - And in the next room is my sister Arina, she is now sucking our daddy! He's already cummed four times today, so she'll be there for a long time...

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Is this a stupid dream? Moronic prank? Are they completely out of their minds?

"Brother, do you want me to suck you right like that, in your underwear?" Or should I wear a T-shirt? Are your legs naked or in knee socks? Do you want me to wear stockings? I really want you to cum more!

So, we urgently need to escape from here. Right now - into the corridor, sandals in hand and run. Carelessly! They're fucking maniacs! Or completely gone anime sectarians? In horror, I tried to figure out how I could run around this young pervert and get out into the corridor. The whole body seemed numb...

- Nastya, I'm sorry, I didn't warn you that free sex is practiced in our family! Don't worry, there's one point... - and he began to pull off his shorts, and then his panties. I looked at Arkasha, as if hypnotized. For the first time in my life, I saw a tense male organ, and in Arkasha's, in addition, it turned out to be of impressive size - a tower of meat with a weighty top attracted the eye.

- Do you want me to undress completely, brother? - Anya asked with a smile. My pervert boyfriend nodded and began stroking Anya's flat tummy. And then suddenly my voice emerged.

- What other moment? What are you even doing? What's happening? Why did you call me here?

- Uh... You see. In fact, everything is very simple - you, like me, are one of triplets. You have a sister and brother, right? And I have two sisters. And you only have dad, and we have too. That is, the equipment is the same. I've liked you for a long time, I started making inquiries... It rarely happens that two similar families are in the same school parallel. This can't be an accident! The Universe is giving us a sign. And over time, I realized what my mission was! The fact is that you are depriving yourself of one very important manifestation of triplets.

Arkasha's pervert sister took off her bodice and hung it on the back of the sofa. I jealously assessed her size - a little smaller than mine, but her areolas were larger. And then Anya lowered her panties to her knees and stood on them, playfully shaking her bare butt left and right.

- Manifestations of what? - I asked, stuttering. Anya turned her pretty head in my direction and suddenly showed me her pink tongue. And then she moved her hair to the left with her hand so that nothing would block my view, and kissed Arkasha right on his tense, trembling flesh. He already twitched, but found the strength to continue the conversation, simultaneously caressing the girl's protruding nipples with his fingers.

- Triplets. Providence, fate, fate - call it what you want, but families of triplets are destined to practice sex within the family. Constantly and every day. Especially in this configuration, when the father is alone, without a mother, and there are two daughters for every son. I was shocked when I found out that this is not accepted among you. Moreover, you all want this, your father is completely languishing, seeing two sweet candies next to him all the time, your brother cannot look at other girls, and they cannot tell you and Polina about this, they are afraid of how you will react to this.

I suddenly started remembering. Some of my father's looks, the shame on Tim's face when Polina or I came out of the bathroom in the same towel, the photos of Polya and me in swimsuits on dad's desk, and even more so Timoshka's mysterious reluctance to go out with other girls... I didn't use it before I saw the systems, and now thanks to Arkasha I understand everything. And how come it didn't dawn on me before?

- So, wait, were you following us? - I spoke to Arkasha as if nothing had happened, while his sister gurgled and gurgled, choking on his dick.

"This isn't waaaaable of..." Arkady who started to get a thrill from the blowjob. His eyes rolled back, and his hands began to press down on his sister so that she would take the dick as deep as possible. Anya bravely fought against her reflexes, impaling herself further and further on her brother's penis, glistening with saliva, with muffled moans. Tears were already running down her rosy cheeks.

Then Arkasha stood up, grabbed Anya's curls with both hands and began to literally fuck the girl in her mouth, pushing his penis almost to the base. I suddenly caught myself thinking that I was imagining myself in Anya's place, and Tim instead of Arkasha. Goosebumps crawled down my spine. What if instead of Arkasha it's my dad? Lord, what am I imagining?.. Am I such a pervert?

At that moment, Arkasha's second sister, Arina, entered the room. At the sight of the oral scene, she giggled quietly, covering her mouth with her palm. And then she looked at me, adjusting her short T-shirt, which barely covered her hips.

- Oh, and you're Arkasha's girlfriend, right? He told me so much about you! And I'm Arina, it's very nice," the girl smiled at me.

"I'm very pleased too," I said absently. Although I felt rather awkward.

Then suddenly a thought struck me - awkward? Yes, what is it! My boyfriend is getting a blowjob from his sister while the other one is blowing their own father! It's not the word "awkwardness" that's appropriate here, it's rather unprintable expressions! And I calmly look at it, as if everything is in order, as if it should be so. No, you need to run away immediately! Right now.

-- Shall I make you some tea? - Arina asked politely.

- Yes, if possible... - what am I talking about? We urgently need to leave this abode of debauchery! But in the end, I didn't move anywhere. And Arina nodded to me and went to the kitchen, apparently to prepare tea.

Meanwhile, Arkady moaned hoarsely and, trembling all over, began to erupt into Anya's mouth. She pressed her lips tightly together, accepting his nectar. I felt like I was shaking. But not from horror, but from pleasure. How great it must be when my brother or daddy presses me too and cums in his mouth full! No, Timoshka, of course, can sometimes be such a moron, but... It will probably be simply incredible! But how can I tell him about this? How can I hint that I don't mind at all? And it would be nice to include Polina... And dad, how happy he will be!

It was as if the brakes had come off inside me. I sat down on the sofa next to Arkasha and Anya, where they were resting after the performance, and suddenly took the guy's hand in my palm. And whispered:

- Okay, I agree...

- Do you agree? Watch a movie and eat pizza? - Arkady smiled.

"And this too..." I looked into his eyes, shiny and joyful. And then she leaned forward and kissed him right on the lips. Tentatively and quickly.

"Oh..." Arkasha whispered. I was surprised to see how he blushed.

- What are you doing?

"Kissing a girl... So unusual..." he mumbled.

- Kissing? And you say this, regularly fucking your sisters?

- These are completely different things... Family sex and... relationships. When you try, you will understand... - with these words, Arkasha leaned in the other direction and kissed Anechka. And I suddenly realized that what I was experiencing was not jealousy at the sight of their tongues intertwining, but joy. Joy for their family happiness...