Ch. 9

9. The morning after

around 10 o'clock we were woken up by a key in the lock. Monika's brother Ralf came home.

"Well, you sleepyheads," he greeted us standing in the door. "I brought 20 rolls with me. There is breakfast."

"I don't have a dear, annoying brother," muttered Monika.

She got up without paying attention that she was still naked. Ralf's eyes soon fell out of his head.

"Don't look away from me, brother. Do I look anywhere else than the girls from your porno magazines?"

"Nei-a," he stammered and quickly disappeared towards the kitchen.

Everyone laughed.

"Who has to go to the bathroom first?" Asked Monika. Everyone was screaming here.

"Ok, the boys first, but always in pairs, it goes faster, then the girls in alphabetical order. And make-up will be done later! Hurry up." Our hostess really thought of everything.

Naked as we were, we obeyed her instructions. Why should we get dressed too? Just because of Rolf? It was old enough. And the rest of us had no more secrets from each other after that night. Freshly brewed coffee beckoned from the kitchen. Ralf had set the table. He had brought another armchair from the living room, otherwise there were only 4 chairs.

"I'm sorry, we don't have more, we have to have breakfast in shifts," he apologized.

"Not an option," replied Monika and sat down on Gerd's lap.

The rest of us immediately followed suit and Ralf kept the armchair. He looked furtively under the boobs of the girls, so to speak.

"Hey Ralf, don't you want to take off your clothes too? I think it's unfair if you stare at my tits here and you don't show me anything." It was Maria who challenged him.

"Yes, move out, move out," chanted the others.

Ralf turned purple but he wasn't a spoilsport. He pulled the clothes off and threw them on the pile in the corner that we had already put on last night. In a flash he sat down and clamped his tail between his legs.

"Well, not like that young man. Now you get up first, show us what you have to offer, and then you can still sit down." Maria did not give up.

Ralf looked desperately at his sister.

"Well, come on. You don't need to be ashamed. Your little dick can already be seen," teased Monika. "You hold up to the size comparison with the others here. And there are still some virgins like you in there," she added.

Did she have to tell him about that?

Ralf was now totally mad. What just happened here last night? He got up slowly, but held both hands in front of his genitals.

"Come on, give Auntie paws," said Maria, holding out her hand to him as if in greeting.

Ralf promptly fell for it and gave her his paw for a handshake.

"Well, you can. And Monika is right. You have more than enough to offer the girls."

Ralf's tail was not like a one but more like a two. It was bent upwards and was therefore ideally suited as a G-spot locator. He was then informed about this connection by Renate, who had only known this for a few hours from our educational film and Ralf also wanted to fool something.

A first clear drop of pleasure appeared on Ralf's tail tip.

"Hey, stop teasing him. The poor guy is about to splash in the butter", Monika took her brother in protection.

"Sit down again. By the way, it worked yesterday. Your sister is no longer a virgin," she announced proudly.

"Congratulations! You seem to have been fucking around for a long time this morning."

"How do you mean?"

“When I got home, I met little Petra from upstairs in the stairwell. 'That was a long night.' she beamed at me. At first I didn't even know what to say. "I heard your porn movie until after midnight. I couldn't sleep half the night. How often did you watch it?" she wanted to know. "

However, no film was shown for a long time. What she had heard was all live and in color, we let Ralf know.

"I thought so, but I couldn't tell her that. So I invited her to watch the film with me. It was really good."

Silence. The small! Sly old ears.

"And?" Asked his sister.

"She looked at me from top to bottom, literally eyed me, and then said 'yes'. She'll be here at one. By then you must have cleared the field."

We were flabbergasted. Helga was the first to find her language again. "Did you at least think of condoms?"

"No, how, I just came from the bakery. Haven't you left any?"

We had to laugh. We didn't need a single condom and we wouldn't have had one with us.

"It works without it at the beginning," he was told by Helga, "you don't have to put one away with her right away. The film also has a lot of other suggestions for you."

This started a lively discussion about what we had seen in the film, what we had organized ourselves and what we would never do because we found it too perverse. Ralf had, so to speak, a crash course in education at the breakfast table. We said goodbye in good time before one o'clock after we had a lot of fun getting dressed, because one or the other pair of underpants was mixed up.