Neymar's Shorts (short stories)

Master

Song: Crazy in Love by Beyoncé (From the ''Fifty Shades of Grey'')

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I don't know what I was doing anymore. Whenever I had spent the night with him, I chastised myself for being so weak. I felt disgusted with myself, but I could not stop. These wanton needs were overwhelming. And every time I was determined to make an end to it, he would weaken my resolve.

He had made it clear from the start what type of relationship he wanted, and yet I had agreed because I had been in love with him ever since my brother had introduced me to Neymar.

I rubbed the bruise on my wrist, shivering in delight as I remembered last night. My panties moistened instantly, making me clench my thighs together to numb the ache, the ache to get fücked by him.

"Baby Gab?" Rafinha's voice on the other side of my bedroom door disrupted my vile thoughts.

"Yeah?" My voice came out raspy. I hoped my brother would not notice anything.

I got up off the bed and pulled my sleeves down to hide the bruises.

"Are you busy?" he asked, entering my room.

"Oh no," I mumbled.

"I came home early last night, but you weren't home. Where were you? I wanted to celebrate with my baby sis and take you out for winning last night's game," he said with a pout.

Yeah, she had celebrated winning last night's game alright by being tied up and fucked thoroughly by Neymar. I gulped and chased those thoughts away.

"I was at a friend's house. I didn't know you would come home early."

"Ney canceled our plans last minute and rushed off to God knows where," Rafa groaned.

If my brother only knew where Neymar had been.

"I think he has a girlfriend. I have suspected it for a while now, but yesterday my suspicions got confirmed. He used the changing room stalls to change his clothes. He never did that before, and now I know why," Rafa smirked.

"Why?"

"His back looked like it was scratched up by a wildcat and there were hickeys on his abs."

I stared at him. I was responsible for those bruises.

"Sorry, too much information," Rafa chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.

We were really close, and he always told me everything. But lately, I had been lying so much to my brother. I was a horrible sister, but I could never tell him about my involvement with Neymar. Especially not about the type of relationship we had.

"Anyways, FCB is throwing an official party tomorrow, and I want you to come."

"You want me to come?"

"Why? Is there a problem?"

I shook my head quickly.

The truth was that there was a problem. Neymar would be there, and I avoided being in the same room with my brother and him. It was too awkward.

"Good, the party starts at 8 pm, and I got you a dress."

"You what?" I gasped. Rafinha would always buy me gorgeous designer dresses. He loved to show me off to the world.

"It's waiting for you downstairs on the coffee table baby sis," he chuckled and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

Though I felt excited to wear the new dress and attend the party, I was also scared of facing Neymar in public.