“Hurry up ________!” Gilbert yelled at you.
“I’m trying!” You trailed behind him.
You both were running from Elizaveta, who was here at the Beilschmidt house visiting Ludwig. Right now, you both were running down the halls of the house. It was bad enough that you accidently ran into her tits, but Gilbert just had to say, “Damn, look at those watermelons! They’re all over the place! It’s a shame that you only allow that dickless music lover to fondle with them, Elizaveta.”
“Why are you running, guys? Don’t you have any more business with my boobs?!” A furious Elizaveta trailed behind you with a frying pan. You both could feel the dark aura from her.
“She’s getting closer, Gil!” you tried to increase your speed as much as you could.
Gilbert surveyed his surroundings, switching his glances from left to right. “Here!” he grabbed your arm, opened a door, and pulled you inside.
You landed on Gilbert’s lap, clinging tightly to him as he did the same to you. You stared at each other quietly in fear, not even letting a single breath escape. The footsteps of the angry Elizaveta raced pass the room and slowly quieted as they went farther into the distance.
“That was close.” You smiled in relief.
Laughing his usual laugh, Gilbert stood up, pulling you up with him. As you pushed aside any concern for Elizaveta, you began to wonder where you were. You scanned the room, finding the neatest and most organized room that you have ever seen.
“Where are we?” you turned your attention to Gilbert. No one could own such a neat room unless…
“Ludwig’s room.” You heard a chuckle from Gilbert.
You should have guessed. A room this neat could only belong to that uptight brother of his. He was always training all day or busy with paperwork to do anything fun.
As you continued to scan the room, you noticed some drawers. It could only mean one thing to you: undergarments! You raced towards the drawers as fast as you could and pulled them out. There, you found briefs (folded neatly of course) with Calvin Klien written on the rim. You unfolded the briefs and threw them around, just so you could disorganize something in his room. As you mixed everything up, you came across a porn dvd.
So he’s secretly horny behind his paperwork and training? Of course.
You opened the case and grabbed the dvd, putting it in your panties. You could probably blackmail him later with this. Then you grabbed a pair or briefs and held them high in the air.
“I got your sexy brother’s briefs! And I’m getting turned on!” You sang, smirking at the last part.
Gilbert pretended to sound hurt. “So my underwear doesn’t turn you on?”
You walked over to him and put your arms around his neck, your face inches away from his. “Aww Gil, you always turn me on.”
Gil pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes in contentment, enjoying the sensation as his tongue gently swept over your lips. You parted your lips, inviting him into your mouth. He ran his tongue over the bottom of your lips before entering. Your tongues met in open air, intertwining, gasping, moaning, and deepening as your lips neared. His arms were wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You could feel the compassion in his kiss with a slight feeling of mischief. One of his hands slid down to caress your ass, and you moaned in pleasure.
The door sprang open. You pulled your lips away from Gil, a string of saliva connecting your lips, and stared at the door, freezing in place. It was Ludwig.
“Why the hell are you in my room?!” He glared at both of you.
His eyes wandered to your ass, which had Gil’s hand on it. “Du machst wohl Witze! Go make out in another room!”
Your faces were now bright red. You both immediately got out of your position and started to walk out of his room.
“Wait Gilbert,” Ludwig’s arms were folded.
Gilbert stopped right next to Ludwig, “Yeah?”
A loud smack could be heard through the room. Gilbert’s cheek became a bright red as his hands immediately clung to his cheek.
“Shit! What was that for?” You started cracking up.
“For going into my room without permission!”
Ludwig stopped you. “I want my briefs back, _________.”
Gilbert had already left the room, probably to avoid another slap from Ludwig. You stared at him, trying to figure out what to say.
A smirk formed on your face. You put your hands into your underwear and grabbed the porn dvd.
“Hey Ludwig? Remember this?” you held the dvd between your middle and pointer fingers.
Ludwig’s eyes grew wide and he ran towards his drawer. He grabbed the dvd case and opened it. No dvd.
“I’ll give this back, but I get to keep your briefs and you have to promise me that you won’t kick Gil’s ass later.” You said sweetly.
Ludwig’s face reddened. “Ok,” he let out a barely audible reply as he snatched the dvd from your hands.
“GIIIIILBERRRRT I FOUND YOUUUUUU!” You heard a bittersweet voice outside the room, followed by a loud Whack!
“Shit! Elizaveta, no need to be mad! I was just telling the tru-”
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
When the whacking stopped, you shoved the briefs into your bra and ran out of the room towards Gilbert’s battered body.
“Thanks for coming to rescue me,” he rolled his eyes.
“Bitch please, saving you from Elizaveta is a suicide mission,” you chuckled.
Gilbert let out a laugh. You bent down and kissed him on the lips, smiling.