love brother

Chapter 18 Beginning - Beginning

The famous opera singer turned out to be a murderous maniac. Such sensational news quickly spread throughout Italy, and even spread to other countries.Ronald told me his fiancée was devastated by what Heiners had done, and only after he was arrested did she learn that Heiners was their mysterious mastermind.In the absence of the principal and facing unemployment, poor Miss Elizabeth cried her eyes red. In the end, Ronald agreed to help their opera troupe tide over the difficulties in order to make her happy.Miss Elizabeth was moved and immediately agreed to marry Ronal, and now she has become the new wife of my real estate partner.

I can only say that Ronald has a way of picking up girls.

And after all the dust had settled, I had an unexpected guest.

I have been recuperating in the Kemersia Manor, because my apartment is really small and inconvenient. For this reason, I have decided to buy the big house next to the Kemersia Manor, so that I can be neighbors with Ryan in the future.

Speaking of the guests, that person was Andrew who came to say goodbye to me.

He expressed his condolences to me, and after a few pleasantries, he made it clear that he was going back to Paris.

To be honest, I'm not very surprised. After all, he is a Frenchman and he will go back one day. There is nothing to say about it.To my surprise, our relationship was not so good, and he would come to say goodbye to me.

"I hope we will have a chance to meet again in the future." He got up to leave, and I walked him to the door.

In just a few minutes, I still have a few questions in my mind that I want him to answer.

For example: "Since when did you know that the murderer belonged to Haines?"

He lowered his glasses, and his red hair swayed playfully in the breeze.He looks really young, but he doesn't give people a youthful feeling, but is very reliable.

He told me in English with a French accent: "Sybeth once wrote me a letter saying that she might have made a serious mistake and she wanted it right, and that if anything happened to her, I hope I can help her deal with her funeral. Not long after that, I learned of her death." He sighed, as if he didn't want to say much about it: "I didn't know her 'wrong' at the beginning. Had to be Hynes, until one day it dawned on me that he fit my profile of the Ripper very well - deceitful, mysterious background, young and rich. I went out drinking with them the night you remember? I did it on purpose He revealed his interest in the case and lured him to express his views. He was very cautious, but the big man next to him showed a look of panic. So far I am sure that they are two people who committed the crime. Heinas may be the high-intelligence culprit, and Kunnan is unconditional Follow his orders."

I wondered, "Then why didn't you arrest him quickly?"

As a result, I was imprisoned and tortured by him, and I was almost paralyzed. Not to mention, my fame was also ruined by him.

Andrew pursed his lips, and told me in a little embarrassment: "There is no evidence. I am just a psychologist, and my words cannot be used as the basis for the judge's conviction. Afterwards, I told Inspector Dubov my opinion, and he suggested that everything should be watched quietly. Instead, someone should have sent someone to follow Haines, but something happened to you before it was too late. But when we guessed that Haines had caught you, we quickly caught Kunnan and interrogated you. It can be regarded as making up for some mistakes.”

I grasped the key words: "You tortured him?"

Torture instead of interrogation, of course I know the difference.

Andrew's face became a little weird, and he seemed to be terrified by the content of the torture: "It's really great that you didn't die. Your brother has a very terrifying essence."

I couldn't agree more with this: "He always has been."

Saying goodbye to Andrew, I let the servants push me into the garden to bask in the sun.My body has not fully recovered, and I can only move around in a wheelchair.De Cario laughed at me for days about it, until I threatened to send him to mine in South Africa to stop the childish behavior.

I sat in the garden and drank afternoon tea leisurely. The utensils for drinking tea were high-quality Chinese porcelain, which I shipped back from China and were very popular in Europe.In addition to porcelain, there are also Chinese tea, embroidery and so on. I made a lot of money by selling and smuggling these small things, and selling bootleg alcohol to the United States. The Kemersias were even richer.

As long as Ryan is willing, we can buy a small island in the Mediterranean Sea and live a carefree life for the rest of our lives.But he would definitely not be willing, I guessed it without asking.

The recent peasant riots and workers' strikes across the country have made me very uneasy, and I always feel that something big is about to happen.Under such a turbulent political situation, it is wise to stay away from right and wrong, but my brother is in the center of the whirlpool, and it is impossible for me to leave him, so I have to wade into this muddy water.

When Ryan came back from the Senate in the evening, it was his decision to go to Turin tomorrow morning.

I froze for a while, and asked him in confusion: "There is a riot there, what are you going to do?"

Ryan ate elegantly, the knife and fork hardly made any noise, and he said in a way that I hated his teeth: "to appease the workers' emotions and persuade them to stop the strike."

I slammed the fork onto the plate with a loud screech and roughly tore off the napkin and threw it aside.

I unconsciously raised my voice: "No! I've heard that those workers are not afraid of anyone, and there are so many of them. What if there is an accident when you go?"

Ryan was not affected by me in the slightest, and he still ate slowly. He had almost eaten, and after he took a sip of water, he asked the servant to put away his plate.

"I didn't ask for your opinion." He wiped his mouth and looked at me with silver eyes without any emotion.

If I hadn't known that he was a workaholic, I would have suspected that he was provoking me on purpose.

I had no choice but to settle for the next best thing: "Then I'll go with you!"

He looked at me from top to bottom and sneered: "Are you going with me in a wheelchair?"

I pounded the table to show my determination: "I will go with you even if I have to crawl!"

In the end, he tied me up and threw me on the bed, no matter how much I struggled, he would not let me go, and he even gagged my mouth.

"Stay at home obediently, I'll be back soon." He said before leaving.

After he left and confirmed that I was completely out of reach, the housekeeper untied me.

I am extremely angry at his efforts to stop me and his indifference to his own safety!

I waited for his news in agony, not missing a single bit of news about the general strike in Turin in the newspapers.Every time there is news, I pray that it must be good news and not bad news.

In such painful waiting, he came back.With unhealed wounds.

I couldn't help trembling, seeing the piece of gauze on his browbone, my eyes would burst into flames.

The fact that someone hurt him was so unbearable to me.

"Have you caught the attacker?"

Ryan didn't speak, and his secretary shook his head: "The rioting workers didn't listen to Mr. Congressman at all. We just started to persuade the crowd when someone threw stones at us, and one of them hit Mr. Congressman, bleeding on the spot. Fortunately, it didn't hit the eye, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

After his secretary left, I stepped back the servants and butler, and carefully touched his wound.

I was so distressed that I complained: "You should listen to me, they are all crazy people who want to die."

He grabbed my hand and stared at me, not particularly lost: "I failed."

He was more like stating the facts, maybe he already knew that he would not succeed, but I still comforted him: "Anyone would fail, it's not your fault, brother."

He let me go, fell back, leaned on the sofa, and sighed: "I'm afraid this is just the beginning."

I didn't quite understand what he meant, but the buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his collarbone, and I couldn't bear to see it.

Like a hyena smelling the scent, I jumped on him and kissed his neck.

"It just started tonight."

Ryan put a finger on my forehead and pushed me away from him: "Is that all you have on your mind?"

I took his hand and gnawed it up, and the back of his hand was covered with saliva: "I only want you."

He pressed my lips with his thumb and even teased my tongue erotically by prying his teeth open.But I let him do what he did, curling my tongue around his fingers, biting my teeth to play with him.

He had had enough of playing with my tongue, he took a few silver fingers and lingered on my lips for a while, then began to go all the way down, turning his target to the two spots on my chest.

Through the thin shirt, he gently rubbed it with his fingertips, and my breathing gradually became rapid. There was a fire burning from my chest to my lower abdomen, and the gas I exhaled was scorching hot.

He played with it for a while, but felt that it was not enough, and suddenly leaned forward and took it in one mouthful.

"Ah..." I couldn't help crying out in a low voice, trembling with excitement.

He sucked on my nipple, biting it and pulling it with his teeth. There was a tinge of pain in his mouth, but it was a surge of pleasure.

Our posture unconsciously became me up and down, I sat on his lap, and my buttocks could just feel the hard and surging desire under my body.

I moved my butt and suggested, "Shall we go to bed?"

He snorted, as if he was dissatisfied with my messing around on him, and lightly slapped my butt twice, I immediately felt extremely awkward, and my breathing was stagnant.

"Go to the bed and get your butt up and lie down." He said hoarsely in my ear.

This kind of tone and elegant articulation would have made me feel extremely sexy in the past, but at this moment, I can't help but feel that the hairs all over my body are exploding.

Wait, did he mean that I... get fucked by him?

he wants to fuck me? !

My head was buzzing, as if there were countless bees flying around in it, and they all said "you idiot" in unison.

It's not what I thought, my ass doesn't want to be fucked, not at all!

Ryan seemed to see my hesitation, and was about to push me away as soon as his face collapsed.

"Get out if you don't want to."

His moodiness made it difficult for me to adapt, and his suddenly cold expression made my teeth chatter.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't want to be fucked!

But I definitely can't say it directly, otherwise he will definitely turn his face, and maybe he will sneer and drive me out of Kemersia Manor with a whip.

Now that I think about it, I was really naive. Ryan is not the kind of person who is willing to let me penetrate him and lie down and moan. He has only slept with women before.

"Brother, have you ever been with a man? Otherwise, it's me..."

My voice was gradually silenced by Ryan's increasingly cold face, and finally I could only get up from him in discouragement, and then walked towards the bed with heavy steps.

"Take off your clothes and expand yourself." Ryan's voice came from behind, revealing a leisurely look at the show.

He actually knows how to expand!While unbuttoning my clothes, I cursed in my heart, and after taking off my clothes, I obediently lay down on the bed.

"Do you have any liquid to dilate me? It's a bit difficult for me alone." I touched my nose with some embarrassment, and didn't dare to look up at him.

After a while, I almost suspected that he was asleep, so he said slowly, "The second drawer on your left."

I opened it as I said, and found a bottle of glycerin for hand protection, which was still new.

I took a deep breath, squeezed out some of the oil and poured it on my hands. The moment the cold and sticky transparent liquid touched my skin, I couldn't help but flinch. Some excess liquid dripped onto the bed sheet, leaching a piece Blocks of different shades of spots.

I swallowed secretly, and stretched my fingers towards the pussy behind me.

The sphincter was sensitively and tightly closed the moment it was touched, and I circled around it twice absent-mindedly, until I heard Ryan's impatient "continue" before I forced a finger in.

It felt amazing, swollen and painful, with some foreign body sensation, which was uncomfortable anyway.

I gasped for breath, trying to ignore the aggressive gaze from the side, and focused on the fingers behind me.

When I felt that it was almost done, I added another finger.To be honest, it's one thing to watch other people do things, and another thing to do it yourself. I never knew it was such a grueling thing. Obviously, those boys used to enjoy themselves doing it.

The fingers rotated and expanded inside the body, making an annoying sound of water, and my face was so hot that it was dripping with blood.

Suddenly, my fingertips touched somewhere, and my breathing was suddenly messed up. The pleasure like being hit by a thin electric current made me want to open my mouth and take a big breath.

My other hand clutched the sheet beneath me, and the buried one added another finger.

I kept twitching those three fingers, and gradually began to let go of my shame and reserve.

If he wants to watch me masturbate, why don't I let him know with my voice?

"Ah... um... so comfortable..."

I recalled how the people next to the pillow in my memory called the bed, but after thinking about it, it was painful howling or painful whimpering, and I was always impatient with them.

"Lian...Brother." I will only be gentle with one person, and I will only let one person enter my body, revealing the most vulnerable side to him.

I lowered my body and let my erection rub against the sheets, triggering new pleasures.

The twitching speed of my fingers was getting faster and faster, I kept pressing the newly found sensitive point, and kept saying lewd words in my mouth.I closed my eyes, emptied my consciousness, and turned into a beast that only knew lust, moaning and screaming all the time, just to get more pleasure.

Just when I was about to climax, the fingers inserted between the buttocks were completely pulled out.

"Ah!" I cried out in surprise, my back hole contracted emptyly, and the burning penis in front of me stood out, a few drops of turbid liquid pitifully dripped out, but it was still some distance away from ejaculation.

I turned my head and looked behind me. Ryan was standing there neatly dressed, as if holding something in his hand.

He stroked my buttocks: "You look very happy, did you often play before?"

My eyes were already red with desire, I shook my waist slightly, raised my butt higher, and tempted Ryan.

"Fuck me!"

I buried my face in my arms, lowered my waist completely, and was so flexible that I was surprised.

There was no movement behind me for a long time, and just as I was about to see it, I was turned over by a strong force grabbing my ankles, and then my hands were closed together, and I was handcuffed with a "click".

I was stunned, because of the sudden appearance, and also because the fun handcuffs that held me were familiar. It seemed to be a birthday present I gave Ryan the year before last.

Ryan was naked at the moment, exposing his toned and slender limbs, and was pouring lubricant on his genitals.

I struggled with my hand and asked him anxiously, "Where did this... come from?"

Ryan pulled my thighs apart, raised my waist, looked at me amusedly, and slowly moved forward under my shocked gaze.

As he entered, he said, "Isn't it from you? Do you think you can fill me up? I've said it... I know everything about you."

I gasped in pain, adapting to the thick and long body.Ryan waited for me to get used to it, kissing my face to relax me.

It turned out that he knew all along that I was obscenely and obscenely lusting after him behind my back, and I gave him all kinds of obscene utensils, and he saw it all.He wasn't angry, and he didn't mention it to me, it was because he was too lazy to care about me at that time, and now he finally found a chance to "thank" me well.

I was suddenly worried, he wouldn't want to return all those things to me, would he?

I was a little terrified thinking about what gifts I had given him, and I was pushed down suddenly. The blow was so fierce that I almost couldn't breathe.

Ryan bit my cheek lightly and said punitively, "Pay attention."

I really wanted to ask him what he had left for me, but as soon as Ryan started to move, I started to get confused and couldn't find a chance to ask.

He moved slowly, with forbearance and restraint, I looked at his face obsessively, raised my handcuffed hands, and pressed my fingers against the side of his face.

He moved his head slightly along my fingers and kissed the back of my hand.

He is my most powerful aphrodisiac, every movement and every kiss makes me feel hot all over and I want to scream and moan loudly.

"But, it's okay..." I was a little bit hard to be contradicted by him, the sensitive spots in the intestinal wall were always brushed over and over again, and the lukewarm pleasure made people go crazy.

I urged Ryan, and took the initiative to wrap my legs around his thin waist and twist them tightly.

His eyes became dangerous, his eye sockets were red, and the hands embedded in my waist were so strong that they seemed to cut me off.

He dressed roughly: "Hold it."

When I first heard this word, I was a little stunned, but then Ryan's fierce attack made me fully understand what he meant.He was like a wolf that was very hungry, when he saw the delicious fat, he would pounce on it and never let go.

This piece of "fat meat" of mine was bumped against him and swayed like a fallen leaf in the wind. The too intense thrusting made my sphincter hurt, but he could touch my sensitivity every time. At one point, the sharp pleasure completely overwhelmed the pain, making me just want to scream out loud.

"Hmm...slow, slow down...too fast...ahah..." Both he and I were sweating profusely, and my hair was steaming from the roots.

The twitching thighs began to feel sore and weak, and I was so weak that I couldn't continue to hook Ryan's waist. After he found out, he eased the attack, but still hit me forcefully.

"Can't you do it?" The corners of his eyes and brows exuded the smell of lust, and his chest gleaming with sweat was so sexy that people wanted to lick his whole body.

It's not a pleasant experience for a man to be judged like that, but I can't argue with that at all.

"Ah... Take it easy..." I couldn't keep up with his rhythm, so I had to give in: "Please..."

He just wants me to beg him, and he will be satisfied with my pitiful appearance. The more I am addicted to it, the more sexual he will be.

"Slowly and lightly, you are really picky." He said slowly with his unique arrogant tone, the tip of his red tongue licked his upper lip erotically, as if reminiscing about something.

"You..." As soon as I said a word, I was kissed by him, and my tongue was entwined, as if to devour each other.

He kissed me passionately, and his lower body movements really slowed down, but it was too slow, like grinding, pulling out and inserting tepidly, the unaccumulated pleasure made me unable to climax at all, I realized this It was he who was teasing me on purpose.

I just hesitated for a second, then put my imprisoned hands around his back, scratched him gently with my nails, my legs were wide open, and I couldn’t help shrinking my posterior acupoints, and I made more lewd noises from my mouth .

"Ah...fuck me...brother...I want you..."

This trick is a killer for men. I knew it was useful, and it worked. He immediately let go of the entanglement with my tongue, and raised his head in an unsteady tone: "Isn't it too fast? It's always brother and brother, only acting like a baby."

Because you always answer me!

"Brother..." I was blindfolded and couldn't help calling him again.

He clicked softly, and suddenly pulled his penis out of me. I screamed, twisted my buttocks, and looked at him uneasily.

"Youni Lombardi..." He took my hands off his back and clasped them on the top of his head by the wrists, his eyes were fierce, even a bit fierce: "You win, I'm yours!"

Before I could digest the meaning of his words, he lifted one of my legs and thrust himself into an incredible depth.

"Ah!" The intense pleasure made my eyes turn white, I bounced up, the genitals in front of me trembled, and a cloud of white turbidity spewed out.

Ryan didn't have the slightest intention to stop and wait for me to relax, and started to move crazily.

I was fucked out of breath by him, whimpering, my hands were clasped, and I could only hook my fingertips around Ryan's fingers.

The violent orgasm has not subsided, and the next wave will push me to the top again.

I curled my toes, my eyes blurred with physical tears, and I could only see the blurred figure of Ryan.

"Brother...Brother..." I kept calling him, blinked, tears finally flowed down from the corners of his eyes, he leaned over to lick away the saltiness, and the rebuttal under his body became harder and harder Quick, I know he's going to cum.

Ryan accurately hit the point that made me crazy, and I trembled and twitched helplessly: "Brother, I want to... ah..."

A little bit of white mucus spit out from my half-erect cock, and I convulsed as I felt Ryan's hard thrusting thrusts and streams of essence inside me.

My mind was muddled, my body was comfortable and limp, and my heart was so happy that even if I died the next moment, I would die with a smile on my face.

I finally got him, I finally got the man I've been longing for.

"Lane Kemercia..." I called him by his full name, which surprised Ryan a bit, because I usually just call him "brother."

I kissed the corner of his lips full of admiration and told him: "I love you, I love you very much."

He froze for a moment, sliding his palm back and forth between my hip and waist, kissed me back silently, and only after a long time did he softly say "um".