Jatang Kak Lift

Part 2

As quiet as shrouding this luxurious house, even the sigh of Irene sounded very clear so lonely.

This mansion is only inhabited by Irene and Alvaro. While the servants stayed in the pavilion that was behind the house building. This house is usually quiet, even though his adoptive mother is here still he is rarely at home. While Alvaro and father came home after he fell asleep in a dream.

Irene lay on her stomach on the floor of the room with a rug carpet. I'm looking for a laptop in front of him. He was working on a lecture assignment that would be handed over to the Instructor in two days. He's already collected some material just copy and compose it into a file.

Ding....!

Ding....!

Two notifications went to Irene's phone. Irene pulled her body into a recumbent position. His lips smiled faintly as he opened the incoming message. It turned out that the message came from Rey, her college friend.

(Night Iren.)

(What's sleeping)

The message of Reytama. Irene smiled reading the message of the silent man she admired besides Alvaro. If Alvaro is cold and indifferent. Rey is the opposite, she is friendly and warm. Being around him makes his day crowded. Not as lonely as being next to Alvaro.

(Not yet Rey, I'm doing a job with Mr. Nugi.) Irene replied.

(Ooo. I thought I was asleep. It was late, though) Rey's next message read. Irene looked at the clock on her phone. Right, it's almost midnight. It's been almost twelve o'clock.

(Didn't realize that it's almost twelve.) reply Irene added emote smile.

(Yes, bobok first. So, tomorrow again. Not that there's still a day left, right.)

(Okay boss. You are also bobok . It's malem.)

Rey, replying to Irene's last message with a thumb emote. Irene smiled, staring at the line of their conversation just now. There were unusual shakes when they interacted like this. That field-breasted man had already stolen his attention. Since we first met. Maybe it wasn't just Irene who was immediately impressed when she first met Rey. His figure is indeed inviting admiration of the opposite sex.

After scraping through the laptop and the paper strewn on the floor, Irene went to the bathroom to clean herself up. After Irene finished, she went to the kitchen. The kitchen, which is only in bright dim light, makes some objects look like human shadows. Irene stepped with a heart, afraid that her feet would hit the legs of a table or chair.

His footsteps came to a halt in front of the large two-door refrigerator.

Irene opened the fridge and pulled out a cold drink from there. He was just about to open the bottle cap in his hand, when a heavy voice surprised him.

"Tonight you're drinking a cold drink. Replace it with a warm one." a familiar voice rebuked Irene.

Quickly his body turned towards the direction the sound came from. "Sister." jolted Irene. Her net is researching the figure of Alvaro in the dark.

"It's late why haven't you slept?" ask Alvaro. Then there was the sound of the chair shifting, a few seconds later Alvaro's body was already standing right in front of Irene.

"I'm doing my job." said Irene, looking up at Alvaro in front of him.

Netra Alvaro locked onto Irene's face. Irene could not read her eyes at all. Irene quickly turned her gaze elsewhere, then pulled her body away from Alvaro.

"I went up first sister." said Irene then rushed to her room. It doesn't sound good to Alvaro, but Irene doesn't care. He couldn't stand it for long next to the cold-tempered man, or else he would freeze.

As soon as Irene entered the room immediately closed the door and did not forget to lock it. His dream of Alvaro made Irene a little wary. It sounds crazy, but he thought Alvaro really got into his bed. He admires everything Alvaro has, but imagining Alvaro touching him is so sensitive. There was a strange feeling in his heart.

Thinking about this for long enough. Now Irene's eyes seemed closed, her breathing seemed regular. A sign of the beautiful girl like a violin is already asleep.

I don't know how long he's been asleep. Suddenly the calmness of his sleep was disturbed. In the middle of his sleep. Irene felt a touch on her body. His body was like he was in the face of something very heavy. Until his breath feels tight. As powerful as Irene tried to reach her consciousness, but in vain. He seemed to float, his life as if snapped from his body.

Irene moaned softly, as her lips and chest were touched together. Halfway through her consciousness Irene smelled Alvaro's body. Irene's hair bristled, all her might trying to make herself wake up. If this is a dream, he wants to wake up. If it were real he wanted to open his eyes, see clearly. Who is the person above it.

Irene's back is heard. Not because of the touch on his body. But because he was trying to make himself fully aware.

Irene's jaw hardened, her lips tightly clenched. As powerful as he was trying to resist every touch on his body. A touch that caused a sensation he had never felt before.

Irene's efforts were not in vain, she managed to open her eyes slowly. With breath cut off and sweat pouring out. Irene tried to scan the figure above her. Her netted priesthood saw the figure of Alvaro. The burly man was pushing him bare-chested.

'Brother!!!' Irene shouted in her heart. Because his voice can not come out, stuck in the windpipe. With the look of his eyes he tried to wriggle. He said he didn't like this kind of treatment.

It was as if I realized Irene could open her eyes. Alvaro stopped, his movement. His sharp eyes looked at Irene's fixed eyes. With her heart beating fast Irene begged in her heart for Alvaro to get off her body.

Irene stared at the densely-haired man expectantly. 'Leave me.' she asked in her heart. But unfortunately, the grin shown by Alvaro makes Irene's hair bristle.

Now Alvaro's gaze dropped down, staring at the two twin Irene hills that were puffing up. His severed breath made the two objects go up and down irregularly. Unfortunately the movement made Alvaro's eyes sparkle.

Now Alvaro pulled half of his body into a half-sitting position. Then with a slow movement he unbuttoned Irene's nightgown with one hand, while the other hand supported her body weight so as not to overlap Irene completely. One by one Irene's shirt buttons came off. While her net was staring at Irene's eyeballs which seemed to tremble in fear.

But Alvaro did not stop, he seemed to enjoy the fear of Irene. The more Irene was frightened the more her eyes sparkled.

Irene closed her eyes as Alvaro managed to strip all the buttons of her shirt. The handsome but cold-faced man stopped his movements for a moment. Scanning every inch of Irene's face. From the eyes of the nose and then the lips. His gaze was glued to his lips, then with a very slow movement he approached. Clenching her body at such a close distance, even Irene could feel her warm breaths.

'Please! Stop sis!' please Irene inwardly before Alvaro anchors her warm lips.

Her eyes were struggling, begging her brother to let her go. But Alvaro doesn't care. It made Irene cry. Tears began to wet the corners of his eyes, then overflowed into the cheeks.

Alvaro gasped in shock, as he accidentally touched Irene's tears. The cold-faced man was like rediscovering his consciousness. The cold look he had just shown, turned into confusion. Then he quickly pulled his burly body away from Irene. Clearly he looked very nervous then rushed down from Iren's bed. Afterwards, I heard a step away from Irene's room.

Irene was mute in tears. Fear and relief filled his chest cavity. But strangely his body was unable to move at all. Until finally he fell asleep again, because of fatigue crying.

Seriate