DUDA IMPOTENT DESIRE

I love you

Pov Roses

"Bao.. I'm gonna die.. I can't breathe anymore. Don'tdon't..... Stop...!" my yelling.

Aware of my strong voice and will surely be heard to the neighbors. My brother Akram stopped criticizing me.

The Hua... Haa...

I took a deep breath. This chest was pounding very strongly, because of the tired one who was laughing. I really didn't expect Abang Akram to criticize me like this. I also actually feel funny with my acting that pretended to faint from being surprised to see his very large and upright, meaning all this time he lied to me. He says he's impotent in fact he's a normal guy.

I also made more dag dig dug. Both of his eyes Abang Akram looked at me shadu and deep. Right now, I'm still laughing. And my laughter stopped, when the direction of his eyes now fell on my chest.

I followed the direction of his eyes too. Suddenly I was surprised to find my kebaya buttons the top two. It made my cleavage clear.

I'm obviously embarrassed. I quickly closed with both hands by pulling my kebaya back to cover my chest.

Kulirik Abang Akram, He was still faithful to look at me with eyes that long and very deep, paying attention near his face that is now flushed up to his neck. His throat looks up and down like the difficulty of saliva with heavy until his jaw goes up and down so obvious.

Glug

Glug

Why does Abang Akram look at me like that his gaze is so deep and unblinking. Was he stunned to see me

No. gabe..

No. gabe...

She doesn't like me, where she might be stunned to see me. But, his shahdu gaze was already tracing the corners of my face that was hit by the ball of his throw. I can't stand to see him anymore. I cut off my eye contact with Abang Akram, refocused on saying my kebaya button.

But, uh,

Dooorr...

My chest is breaking at the moment.

I was really surprised when his hand stuck out holding my hand, which I was trying to hook my button again. Now my hands are even kept away from the kebaya I want to button. I'm getting made more and more unsettled. I even have trouble breathing now. Because Abang Akram, even unbutton the remaining.

Cleaved..

Button to three loose.

Nyess...

I'm getting made a hanger. Will we do it tonight? If Abang Akram asks for his right tonight, I will not refuse. Because honestly, I want to. Somehow since getting caught in one bed with brother Akram yesterday. My brain is traveling. Is it because last night, I took war medicine - the one? Aaahhhkkk.

"You scared?" her question was soft, after successfully opening all my kebaya buttons. His gaze was still as serene and profound as before.

I was silent, not knowing what to answer. If we were lovers. The first night is the one that will wait. But we are not lovers. Brother Akram just doesn't love me.

"Well, if you're afraid? we don't have to do it tonight. But, we'll learn." He said softly and smiled.

Studying? what doing it must learn. Idiots know this time.

"Will test, study first." I said nervously. These two eyes narrowed, for fear of mispronunciation. I koq seprti hope to touch Abang Akram.

Obviously I wish, I used to like him. Our first meeting, at Alda's house. At that time, I didn't know that there was Akram's brother in his car. Eeh.. I confidently, justified my saggy BRa.

"Emmm.... All right, we'll try tonight." He said softly. His hand grabbed my hand and held it tightly. I was made nervous, it feels like I'm dead stiffening at this moment.

I've never dated, embraced guys never. Because I don't really like being close to a guy who's going to date. I take care of my pride. And I've never kissed a man.

I who had just looked down because I could not look at the brown netra, tried to glance at it. It turned out that Abang Akram was still staring at me, precisely my lips. What is this at first, should you kiss your lips first?

Ouch...

I could die in this place, koq feels this stiff. This chest thumped rhythmically, my blood flow seemed to stop flowing because Abang Akram was staring in and the shahdu of my lips. Where now his face is close to my face like looking for my lips.

I lifted my face, closing both eyes. I have this lip. My friend said that kiss closed her eyes.

1

2

3

Her wet lips Abang Akram I never felt on my lips. With eyes, I saw him. It turns out that Abang Akram, just look at me.

"Your hands are cold deck. I know, you're not okay." He said softly, stroking my cheek which I believe is already flushed like a boiled crab, out of shame. I thought we were going to kiss, I've resigned earlier. Eehh.

"iihi... Aye." Yeah." I quickly kept his burly hands. And I lay down, turning my back to Abang Akram. I'm so ashamed, he must have thought I wanted to.

I think it's his body movement. Who is lying down. While I began to button my kebaya back that he had released one by one.

And

grapple..

At that moment, I thought it was a heavy hand wrapped around my waist, with his head resting at the intersection of my neck.

Huufft

His breath sounded amused in my ears. Circumstances like this make me even more dependent.

"If we marry chest like this. I take this marriage seriously. I once failed in building a housewife. And I don't want that to happen with our marriage."

My eyeballs move, in order to think about the meaning of Akram's brother's speech. He seems to expect a lot from me.

When he stopped his words. He held my hand trying to button my kebaya. And then he led my body to turn around and finally we faced each other. I'm still embarrassed, but I dare to look at him right now. I'd like to see more clearly the two neutrals. Whether he speaks seriously and sincerely or not.

"When urged to marry. Honestly, I haven't felt love for you. But, after the Kabul ijab. Instantly, I felt in love with you. There is a great desire to make you happy born and inner.

Now her scented burly hands, buying my cheeks. Soft and makes me feel washed away. Even I moved my shoulders, because it permeated his touch.

" I know, I'm afraid to touch, because I thought, This brother is not serious, right?" she said with a loving look, which washed away. Ouch.. I wanted to be kissed quickly by him

"I, yes." Sahutku shame.

Brother Akram smiled sweetly.

Cup

One kiss landed also on my forehead, with a long duration.

Ouch..

I was made a hanger because of it.

TB