Right-oh, chapter 7 is here! This is where it all gets a bit saucy, but I
mad it a PG-13 affair and goddammit I stand by my convictions on that
count! But use your discretion. Please don't flame me for this chapter, I
wasn't PALNNING on a scene like this, it just kinda happened. Hoopla to
Darkwolf for all the faith and elbowsex!
***** Our servant room wasn't much to look at, but it was our space away from the rest of the house. The one place we had total privacy and could truly be ourselves. As soon as the door was closed behind us, my brother threw me onto the bed and lowered himself on top of me, kissing my neck and chest as far as my clothing would allow. I could already feel through his trousers how ready he was for me and this just turned me on even more. Wordlessly, he pulled off my black negligee with his teeth and began to kiss my breasts. His hands slid behind my back, unfastening my bra with ease as he had so often done to me before. I couldn't disguise my arousal any longer. I managed to rip his shirt open before giving in to my instincts to unfasten his trousers, revealing the Riffraff that only I truly knew and cherished. I tried teasing him with my tongue, licking him up and down, gently nibbling, but the yearning was too much for me to ignore any longer. I let him remove my underwear and I stood, next to the bed, him sitting on the edge of it, shivering from head to toe. I slid his shirt off over his arms and bit his left shoulder. He screamed in combined pain and ecstasy. Neither one of us needed to say a word, we hurt each other because we loved it. As I pulled away from him, he slapped me hard around my right cheek. I didn't even recoil from the pain, I straddled him and slowly eased myself onto him. He slid into me easily and for a second we stayed there, already panting for breath. Then suddenly, in one lithe movement, he had flipped me over, onto the bed, pinning my arms above my head with one of this hands and he began to slowly pull out of me. I was almost overcome. Choked with tears, I whispered "please, don't stop. I need you." He placed a finger to his lips
"Shh!" as he smoothly moved his hips forward. He went so slowly, I knew that he was only doing it to torture me. It was working. I moaned softly with impatience and wrapped my legs around his back, forcing him to thrust deep inside me. We had always been perfectly in tune with one another, and now was no exception. We moved in unison, pulling apart then coming together again and again, until I felt my brother begin to shiver on top of me. I wasn't quite as close as he was, so I wrenched my arms from his grip and forced his head back down to my breasts. The hot sensation of his tongue against my skin pushed me almost to the edge and one final thrust from him finally sent me over. Our rushes came simultaneously. I tightened around him as he exploded. We were one being, one creature at the height of emotion, no longer possessing a concept of the outside world, we simply were. It ended. He fell, exhausted, on top of me. Still shivering, I kissed his cheek and gently rolled him over so that we lay, side by side, entwined in each other's arms. Apart from our breathing, all was silent.
***** Our servant room wasn't much to look at, but it was our space away from the rest of the house. The one place we had total privacy and could truly be ourselves. As soon as the door was closed behind us, my brother threw me onto the bed and lowered himself on top of me, kissing my neck and chest as far as my clothing would allow. I could already feel through his trousers how ready he was for me and this just turned me on even more. Wordlessly, he pulled off my black negligee with his teeth and began to kiss my breasts. His hands slid behind my back, unfastening my bra with ease as he had so often done to me before. I couldn't disguise my arousal any longer. I managed to rip his shirt open before giving in to my instincts to unfasten his trousers, revealing the Riffraff that only I truly knew and cherished. I tried teasing him with my tongue, licking him up and down, gently nibbling, but the yearning was too much for me to ignore any longer. I let him remove my underwear and I stood, next to the bed, him sitting on the edge of it, shivering from head to toe. I slid his shirt off over his arms and bit his left shoulder. He screamed in combined pain and ecstasy. Neither one of us needed to say a word, we hurt each other because we loved it. As I pulled away from him, he slapped me hard around my right cheek. I didn't even recoil from the pain, I straddled him and slowly eased myself onto him. He slid into me easily and for a second we stayed there, already panting for breath. Then suddenly, in one lithe movement, he had flipped me over, onto the bed, pinning my arms above my head with one of this hands and he began to slowly pull out of me. I was almost overcome. Choked with tears, I whispered "please, don't stop. I need you." He placed a finger to his lips
"Shh!" as he smoothly moved his hips forward. He went so slowly, I knew that he was only doing it to torture me. It was working. I moaned softly with impatience and wrapped my legs around his back, forcing him to thrust deep inside me. We had always been perfectly in tune with one another, and now was no exception. We moved in unison, pulling apart then coming together again and again, until I felt my brother begin to shiver on top of me. I wasn't quite as close as he was, so I wrenched my arms from his grip and forced his head back down to my breasts. The hot sensation of his tongue against my skin pushed me almost to the edge and one final thrust from him finally sent me over. Our rushes came simultaneously. I tightened around him as he exploded. We were one being, one creature at the height of emotion, no longer possessing a concept of the outside world, we simply were. It ended. He fell, exhausted, on top of me. Still shivering, I kissed his cheek and gently rolled him over so that we lay, side by side, entwined in each other's arms. Apart from our breathing, all was silent.