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Morals Or Sin [Hahvy x Scotty Rage]

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Mason seemed to be having the same problem as her, and all her confidence from earlier was starting to evade her. Taking the shot from him, she downed it quickly, not even grimacing at this point. She sat up as well, gasping a moment at the soreness between her legs that had already started to settle from the position she'd been in. She took a breath and looked up at Mason as he asked if she could make it up the stairs. She could do that. She was a soldier. She nodded a moment, but trusting her voice until she downed the second shot.

"A bed sounds nice....and maybe a massage?"

She sounded a little hopeful, even though she didn't even look at him. She wanted that clarity in her mind to go away so she could be around him without wanting to run away or scream. This wasn't right, her mind kept saying. It was already starting to feel like Mason was a stranger and she couldn't stand it. She couldn't lose him right now, not because of her own decisions and her pushing. She needed his comfort. He was keeping her grounded even though their actions were leaving her weightless. She took the third shot and felt the burn return, that wonder sense of getting fogged up. She had never wanted to be drunk or buzzed so much in her life and it made her feel like a bitch, but she and Mason were both in the same both. They couldn't handle the information their bodies so clearly were relaying right now.

Standing up on wobbly legs, she managed to keep standing even with a light wince. Huffing out a breath she took Mason's hand and traced his palm, trying to get back to some familiar ground. Her body still hummed with want of him even as her head told her what she was doing and had done was wrong. Her heart, on the other hand, kept beating and pumping blood. It kept saying she needed him to heal and sate her desires and just live. They didn't have a forever. They had right now. And that was what she needed. She needed a fuckbuddy, not a person to share her life with. A lover who could deliver but never ask for her heart. And Mason was the rock she needed. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist the allure of his body and sexuality, but she didn't have to worry about falling in love with him. She was too broken. Besides, she needed fun. She couldn't handle serious anymore. Making up her mind, she whispered.

"Take me to bed, Mason..."
 
Grabbing the bottle with one hand, and managing to get the only unopened bottle as well with the same hand, holding them by the necks between his fingers, Mason wrapped his free arm around Ashlin to help keep her steady as he nodded at her request and began to lead her to the stairs, and up. It was a slow process, both of them on uncertain footing, but they managed to make it to the top and toward his bedroom. This was the first time in two years that he would be sharing the room with anyone, but he found that he couldn't complain about his choice. Ashlin was perfect for his current needs, except the fact that she was his half-sister. Perhaps that was exactly what made her perfect though. They were obviously sexually compatible, and there would be no complicated emotional attachments. It wasn't like they could marry or anything.

As they made it to the bed, he set the bottles on the nightstand and practically fell onto the mattress with her. It was somewhat comical, but the atmosphere was definitely something sensual once more. The moonlight poured in through the windows enough that they could at least see where they were. Once the two of them managed to get better situated on the bed, he sat up and smiled, taking the opened bottle and raising it for a drink before offering it to her. "Now, about that massage. Be glad to help."

Grabbing the remote, he turned on the TV before setting it aside once more, just wanting a little background noise. The current show was one of those late night softcore movies that most premium channels played after midnight, which of course only served to add to the atmosphere. "Where do you want me to start?"
 
The trek upstairs got the alcohol to move through her system faster and since her stomach had been empty, it just swished through her blood that much quicker. She would only need a few more straight shots to get back to nicely drunk. Being pleasantly buzzed and bordering tipsy was a good medium for the moment. His arms around her body made her feel pleasant little tingles, like her body knew what her mind couldn't fathom: that Mason was good for her sexual appetite. Could she really keep loving Mason as her brother and keep the lust from overpowering her? Or would her love for him fracture into self-hatred and loathing? She'd always been attached to Mason, but that was only from being family and him being her rock. But now, with their sexual attraction, she wondered if they would ever be even close to the same as they were before. She knew it wasn't possible. Now that she knew Mason's body and that he knew hers, their sibling relationship was going to suffer. But they were perfect compliments to each other on the sexual level. Why did everything have to get so complicated?

The fall on the mattress jogged her brain into tumbling her thoughts into the back of her mind. She curled into the soft blankets and mattress, smelling Mason in the sheets. It just made that soft ache bloom between her legs. She was sore, but she wanted Mason still. It stabbed her heart that she might not be able to rely on Mason anymore. Home for one day and her world was fracturing. She needed to stop thinking. She took the bottle from him and took two hearty gulps before giving it back to him, smiling a little as he said something about that massage. The alcohol and Mason's hands would stop her thinking. It had to. The TV clicked on and drew her attention for a mere moment until she turned her eyes back to Mason. The light from the windows played across his features and her body ached with remembrance already. The way he had kissed her and moved inside her was imprinted and her body craved more even as her heart and head wanted to explode from the knowledge. The alcohol began to corrupt those thoughts and feelings back into lust and teasing desire. She was safe now from herself. Stretching on her stomach and exposing her backside, she cradled her head on her arms as she responded.

"Shoulders and work your way down.."
 
"You got it," Mason responded with a smirk as he moved to straddle Ashlin's body, though keeping his weight off of her and on his knees. He leaned forward, his hands resting on her shoulders and beginning to squeeze, not to hard, but not to gently. He began to work the muscles slowly, letting her feel his fingers digging in and kneading at her shoulder muscles as he concentrated on them for a while. He made a point of rubbing her neck firmly as well before moving up her arms a bit, pausing from time to time to take a drink of whiskey and offering her some before continuing, his hands working her as if there weren't even any scars there to be seen.

Soon his hands were working down her back, fingertips kneading the muscles along her spine and to the sides, working slowly down her body. After a while he had to slide himself down a bit as his hands cupped her shapely ass and began to work it as he had everything else he'd touched, half-grinning at the fact. He was sure she didn't mind, though, as he glanced up toward the TV only briefly before looking back down to appreciate her body a bit more, making sure she knew just how much he did. "Feeling a little better? Anything else you need massaged while I'm at it?"
 
Was it a bit much to say his hands were like magic? Maybe, but then again, she was back to being drunk and his hands felt good on her skin. Her shoulders were constantly sore, never totally unpleasant, but the tension in them eased as he worked them. Her eyes shut as she focused on the feel of his hands working, sighing in content and moaning softly in delight. It just felt so good that she didn't bother to try to hide her reactions. It had been a good long while since her last massage. She took a sip of that poison when it was offered and felt her buzz rank up another notch the more she drank. Overall, a good thing for her psyche since she really didn't want to think about what was really happening. The further down he went, the more she relaxed, yet she wasn't just relaxed. She could feel that ache blooming again. She wanted to ignore it. She didn't want to ignore it. This confusion was gonna kill her if she really thought about it and soon her thoughts steered clear of the red zone as Mason massaged her ass, making her laugh.

"That tickles!"

She squeaked, before shivering at feeling cold without Mason's body heat. Ashlin turned her head a bit to look back at him and smirked, blushing faintly in the darkness. She knew what else he could touch, but did she have the nerve to say it out loud? She tried it out in her head a few times, found herself too giggly to make sense of it in her mind before she answered him.

"Well, I could use another deep tissue massage..."

She teased before biting her lip and glancing away, acting coy. She knew he would take her up on that offer and possibly tease her to death, but she'd love it. She loved the way Mason brought her pleasure and touched her like a woman - as if he was starved for pleasure.
 
As Ashlin giggled and squirmed a bit, his actions tickling her somewhat, Mason just grinned as his hands continued to work her muscles with their magic touch. "Not my fault you're overly ticklish," he replied, fingertips kneading the soft flesh of her shapely bottom before moving further down to start working her legs. As she answered his question by requesting another 'deep tissue massage', he could only grin even more. The late night softcore movie still played on the TV, though he hardly even noticed it at this point. All he could focus on was his lovely half-sister beneath him, the feeling of her body as his hands caressed, traced, and worked her muscles.

"I think that...deep tissue massage...can be arranged," he told her with a smirk, working one leg first from thigh to foot, then the other. Looking her over, it almost seemed to dawn on him that even though they were both physically scarred, the beauty of her form had made him realize that neither of them were as deformed as they had convinced themselves. The truth was he had hardly even noticed her scarring, or his own, during all of this. All he saw was a quite beautiful and shapely woman before him, and the sight was already causing his body to tingle with excitement as certain areas began stirring to life once more.

After finishing with her legs, his hands moved to the insides and began to push them apart as he lowered himself and began to kiss his way up the back of her calves, then her thighs, before finally letting his fingertips move further up, just brushing the soft petals of her womanhood briefly. They then became much less subtle as they pressed into her, parting her lips and rubbing along her slit, finding her clit as he pinched it lightly with his thumb and forefinger before dipping one, then another digit inside her and pushing them to the knuckles, letting the tips explore her insides a bit. "That deep enough? If not I'm sure I can find something to go...deeper," he teased as he kissed on the small of her back where the curve to that beautiful, round ass began to form.
 
She had been enjoying the massage, the white noise in the background allowing her to drift off a little as she simply let herself feel. Mason's hands on her skin made her feel more like a woman and less like a broken soldier. Ashlin couldn't help but find herself needing more than just a massage and as he spoke, she felt that tingle flow across her skin as his hands moved down her legs. Feeling him push her legs apart, she bit her lip, eyes opening in the darkness as a blush stained her skin. She didn't need the visual stimulation to get her revved up, just the thought and anticipation made her wet and achy. It wasn't long before that need to feel him where she ached was met, his fingers touching her sensitive skin, making her gasp.

"Mason..."

She whispered, as if talking louder would break the spell they seemed to be under. As if talking louder would suddenly make them sober and regretful. The pinch to her clit made her jump and gasp louder before moaning as he pushed his fingers inside of her. She felt them move around, finding sensitive spots that made her gasp, shiver, and moan before she heard his words, her body already craving more from his teasings. His little kiss made her blush, especially the feel of his whisper-soft breath against her heated skin. Looking over her shoulder at him, hair partially covering her face, she gave him a smirk and replied.

"Something to go deeper? How about bigger and deeper?"
 
Mason couldn't help but smile at Ashlin's words, his fingers continuing to press against her inner walls, massaging her inner workings deftly as he placed his lips at the small of her back once more to lay another kiss on her skin. "I do think we can arrange that," he told her, that seductive tone returning to his voice as the desire began to set in even deeper. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe not so much, but he was starting to become fairly certain that now he had experienced her, he wasn't going to want to stop. Pushing the thoughts aside, his focus shifted to then and there once more. Grabbing her hips, he began to lift that beautifully round ass up slowly, letting her keep her head down as he helped her plant her knees in the mattress beneath her to keep her bottom in the air.

He was then behind her only seconds later, his knees planted on the outside of her calves, letting her feel that something 'bigger and deeper' she had mentioned pressing into her, parting her lips slowly as it began to sink into her moist core. Soon enough, his hips could be felt against her round bottom, his hands resting on each shapely cheek as he began to rock and grind his body against her, letting her feel every inch of what she'd caused stirring within. "Mmm...Ashlin," he moaned softly. "That deep enough for you?"

He then pulled back a bit before his hips rammed into her, then again, his rhythm starting to build as he began to pick up his momentum. His hands remained on her ass, pulling her back into each thrust as he collided with her, giving a light grunt now and then as the two of them came together. He was sure of it. Whatever had happened here tonight, he didn't think he would want this to be the end of it.
 
As his fingers worked her inner walls, she gasped, biting her lip at the feeling as he played with her. Feeling his lips and hearing his words, she shivered in anticipation. Feeling him remove his fingers, she suppressed a whimper at the loss before her hips were being lifted, making that anticipation go up as she kept her head pressed against the mattress. Her hands fisted the material beneath her as she felt the arch in her spine, knowing that he would go so deep with this angle as he situated her knees under her body to keep herself upright. She gasped as Mason entered her, her slick walls allowing him to slide right in and she moaned as went all the way to the hilt. As he ground his hips and pressed into her backside, she gripped the material more, gasping out his name.

"Mmm....M-Mason~"

As he pulled back and then pushed back in, she moaned louder, arching her back a little bit more- as much as her past injuries allowed her to do. She felt him go so deep and fill her up so deliciously that she panted for air, that desire blanketing her skin. His hands gripping her ass pulled her into every thrust he made, driving him in harder and deeper, making her feel every inch of his cock as he filled and stretched her over and over. She moaned at the pleasure, eyes shut at the wonderful feeling.

"Don't stop..!"
 
Ashlin didn't have to tell him not to stop, because Mason had no plans on doing so. As the momentum continued to build behind his every thrust, sinking his cock deep into her each time his hips pounded her ass. "Mmm...trust me...I'm not...stopping anytime...soon," he managed to moan as he got into a heavier rhythm, now starting to fuck her somewhat roughly from behind, the angle indeed allowing him to hit some very nice spots. He had her body rocking with his motion by this point, the sound of skin meeting skin consistently echoing through the room as he clenched his jaws and let out a few grunts and growls to go with the ambiance of his half-sister's moans of pleasure.

Her tight cunt just seemed to fit around him so perfectly, gripping his shaft as his length plunged deep into her core time and time again, and he just couldn't help but feel almost as if their bodies were made to fit together in this way. Again, it might have been the alcohol, but there seemed to be something much deeper than that working here, though he couldn't hold such thoughts for long as the feelings of pleasure that her body offered to him always overrode his mind. "Oh...fuck...Ashlin," he moaned, now pounding her fairly hard and steady. "You feel...so...good! So...right!"
 
As he got rougher, the alcohol in her system shut down some of her pain receptors, making her enjoy more of his rough treatment to her cunt and body. She moaned louder, feeling him fuck her just like she wanted and craved. As he moved into her and pulled her into him, she found her mind blanking out with the pleasure and the sounds he made. She didn't want to think and he was doing a damn good job of making sure of that. But she was starting to want more. His pounding thrusts weren't enough, as much as they were incredible, she wanted more.

"Mason~ Take me! Ah...fuck!"

She wanted him to pin her down and take whatever he wanted to give her, to fight back against him as he fucked her into giving in. Her body was on fire from the thoughts that managed to filter through the pleasure and alcohol haze. She wanted to be marked up. She didn't know where these thoughts came from, but she wanted it more than anything. Maybe, just maybe, she wanted to remember all of it in the morning. Maybe, she wanted to have more of her older brother than just this one night. Moaning with every thrust, she gripped the sheets, craving and needing more.
 
Mason couldn't deny what his sister's tone was implying. Her words, so tantalizing, demanding and begging at the same time. He understood exactly what she wanted, raising his hand to give her shapely ass a smack, the impact causing a sharp crack to sound out around them. He then gave her a few more as he began to fuck her even harder, now holding nothing back. She wanted to be taken, and she would be taken, dominated completely.

Pulling free of her, he rolled her onto her back as he positioned his body between her legs, pulling them around his waist after guiding his long, thick cock into her once more, feeling her tight sex as it stretched to accommodate his size. He then placed his hands on hers, pinning them to the bed as his fingers began to lace with hers. His hips began to move again after he drew his legs up to place his knee on the mattress, causing her hips to raise with his as he started pounding her once more, hard and heavy. Leaning over, he kissed her lips roughly before pulling away to bite at her neck, and not gently, but quite hard, leaving redness in the wake of his teeth and placing several similar marks around her neck and ears, the only areas he could reach at the moment.

After a few minutes in this position, and a lot of hard fucking and biting, he paused, though only long enough to grab her legs and pull them over his shoulders, folding her body under him to get an angle that nearly had him pounding straight down into her. His hands clasped hers again, pinning them down once more as he began to move, hammering her shapely ass and thighs with his hips relentlessly, turning now and then to bite at one of her calves resting on his shoulders, leaving similar marks to those he had give her neck. She would have no doubts she was being taken for real now, and it was likely she definitely wouldn't be forgetting it in the morning.
 
The first slap of his hand on her ass had her gasping in shock before she felt the throbbing take up residence, making her bite her lip at the pain. Soon, several more followed suit, making the blood rush to the surface of her skin, causing a redness there. She knew she would be sore in the morning, especially as he fucked her harder, making her moan louder, the pain adding to the pleasure. It was good! So fucking good. She let out a squeak as he pulled out and flipped her over onto her back. She felt the dizziness briefly before he was inside her again, fucking her and pinning her down to the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust into her, filling her aching cunt with his thick, stiff cock. Him moving into a kneeling position had her arching her back at the change in angle, biting her lip as he fucked her and kissed her roughly.

"Fuck, Mason!"

She cried, as he bit her neck, his teeth leaving an imprint in her skin. She felt the nips to her ears that had her shaking and the bites to her neck that had her moaning and gasping, the pleasure/pain overwhelming her senses. She could feel the bruises forming as he kept it up, making her feel owned in a way. It was an odd feeling, but his cock inside her and his teeth in her skin made her forget about everything but the pleasure and pain he provided. His domination of her couldn't be denied. When her legs were pulled over his shoulders, she bit her lip, knowing the angle change was going to be very different and it was, making her feel him in a different way. She gasped out, head tossed back as he fucked her now, biting at her calves hard enough to leave marks. Her skin felt like it was buzzing with energy and the pain, that sweet beautiful pain had her reeling. It wouldn't take much more to make her cum, she knew, even as she worked to make the feeling last longer.
 
As he continued to drive his length deep into his beautiful half-sister beneath him, Mason had started to give off a series of growls and grunts from the effort and the pleasure, her every reaction inspiring him to keep going hard and heavy. He had never been this rough before, so it was new to him as well, strange, but so erotic, so arousing, that he couldn't deny the allure of it all. "Say my name...again," he demanded, loving the way she moaned it to him. "Tell big brother how you like it." Maybe he crossed a line with the last statement, and would pull her out of her euphoric state with the reality of it, but it was also possible those words would drive her even closer to a mind shattering orgasm, the sheer forbidden quality to them, the taboo boundaries they had completely destroyed because of the pure need for each other being enough to set her off.

He wasn't going to let her just have it that easily, though. Whenever he felt like she was close to cumming, he slowed down. He had gotten off just a short while before, and unlike women, it took a man some time to build up to a second orgasm. He wanted to draw hers out, keep her on the edge until he felt he was getting close, and so he slowed when he thought she might be about to topple over into ecstasy. He wanted her riding the line, but not quite crossing it yet, held right there at the edge of pure bliss for as long as he could keep her there. Whenever it seemed like she might be backing off, he would start to fuck her harder once more, hammering her mercilessly beneath him as his hips slammed into her repeatedly. "Tell me...everything," he panted, wanting to hear in her words what she was feeling in that moment.
 
With the alcohol in her system, some of the pain from his heavy thrusting was dulled, but she knew that sober she wouldn't be able to handle this amount of roughness, but still. This was pure delight and sin. Her fingernails pressed into her palms so hard she could feel them leaving marks as he took her over and over. When he growled out his demand, she felt her body heat up another degree and as much as his next demand should have calmed her fire, she felt herself grow hotter. Her big brother. Her big brother fucking her, his little sister. It made her so hot she felt like she was gonna cum right then. She managed to hold back even as he slowed down. She felt the torture of it and couldn't help but give into his demand.

"Mason! Big brother...fuck me, more! Please, more!"

She moaned, demanding and pleading at the same time. She bit her lip, her body backing away from that intense orgasm and as soon as it started to, he was back to fucking her hard and heavy, making her moan out in pleasure, head pushing back into the pillows and mattress. He was going to drive her crazy. She was needy, achy, on edge, and he kept withholding her orgasm, making her crave more of his sweet torture. She'd never been fucked like this and it was an experience she wouldn't ever forget. As he growled out another demand, she panted for air, trying to find her voice. It was scratchy from use as she replied.

"I...I...mmm, M-mason~ I love the way you fuck me~ Ahhh, I want your cock in me all the time, whenever I want. I....ooh, Big Brother-! ..Let me cum!"
 
Ashlin had said the magic words, demanding and begging for him to let her cum. Even if he had a little more gas left in the tank, Mason couldn't deny her what she clearly wanted so badly, nor could he deny he wanted to give it to her just as badly. He didn't relent in his heavy, steady thrusts, finding that hard rhythm once more and keeping it constant. Looking down into his sister's face, he could see the pure mask of pleasure she wore, which only drove him even deeper into his own sexual frenzy, his hands clenching hers tighter as he began pushing her closer to the edge.

"That's right," he cooed, almost taunting her with the words. "Cum for me...cum for your big brother." He had realized just how much that knowledge, that her brother was about to give her perhaps the most intense orgasm of her life, had turned her on, and he was now happy to use it to his advantage. He even pounded her harder as he spoke, just to add the emphasis to his words, wanting nothing more than to drive her so crazy that she just couldn't stop cumming. He wanted her to acknowledge him as the best, and he wouldn't stop until she was screaming it to the world.
 
She had never thought she'd be in this situation, but she wouldn't have traded it for anything. She felt every thrust pushing her towards that delicious edge, needing to cum and wanting it more and more. His hands gripping hers, the feeling of his skin against her own made it into a necessity. She'd never wanted to orgasm so badly in her entire life. Ashlin felt her body tensing up, on that precipice of pleasure so good it almost hurt as he gripped her hands harder and demanded that she come for him, her big brother. The thought should have scared her into running, but it made her moan with desperation to climax. His harder thrusts kept pushing her and soon, she toppled over that cliff into a screaming release.

"MASON!"

She screamed his name, her body writhing beneath his as she climaxed, tightening around his cock over and over again, the pleasure so intense her spine was arching her hips into every thrust, dragging it out, intensifying it. She felt like she could black out from it as it overwhelmed her senses, her nails leaving marks so deep they almost cut into his skin. She practically screamed her throat raw as it crashed over her.
 
That scream was what he wanted, the clear indication of what she was feeling, her quivering pussy clenching around his cock tightly as if trying to halt its progress, but Mason was having none of it. He kept pounding Ashlin beneath him without mercy, jaws clenched in concentration and determination. She had another one in her, and he knew it. He wasn't stopping until he forced it out of her. He also wanted to make sure this one was drawn out as long as possible, almost to the point of being agonizing in its ecstasy, and so he gripped her hands and kept driving those hips into her so hard as he sank deep into his lovely little sister.

"Again," he practically growled, demanding another orgasm from her. "I want you...to cum for me again," he told her, his words heavy as the breaths behind them became more labored. He was letting her know he was going to fuck another one out of her before he finally gave in himself, or at least he was damn well going to try to. This position had been getting to be a bit of an effort to maintain, however, so he backed off just a bit to change it up. Pushing one of her legs from his shoulder after pulling out of her, he straddled that leg, then grabbed the other to trap beneath his arm so he could use it to swing her hips into him, the new position leaving her body twisted so she was half on her back.

Guiding his length into her once more, while she was still extremely sensitive and not even finished coming down from her orgasm, he was soon in motion once more, pounding forward as he used the leg he trapped under his arm to swing her body into each thrust. The result was his cock being driven deep and hard into her repeatedly again, her leg essentially being used as a lever to add momentum to the movement. Clenching his jaw, he growled out more demands. "Mmmm...fuck Ashlin! More...give me...more," he told her, wanting to hear more of her praises while he fucked her hard and heavy.
 
She still felt him pounding into her, drawing out the pleasure almost enough to make her whimper from it, but the moans were ceaseless as he kept it up, driving her insane with the pleasure. She thought she might choke on it as it ravaged her system. But it wasn't enough for him, even though her high was heavy, she did eventually start coming down from it, yet he demanded more and she didn't think she could accommodate him. She could hear him growling out the words and she wanted to fulfill them, but she didn't think she had it in her. She wasn't a quitter, but fuck if she could even think! When he backed off and pulled out, for an instant, she wondered what he was up to until he had her in a half twist, making her grunt at the pain of it until he slipped inside of her body again. Her arms supported her to ease the pain in her back, making it uncomfortable but not unpleasant as he pulled her into every thrust.

Her sensitive and abused tissues throbbed as he thrust back into her, his words making her tingle all over as he tried to drag out another orgasm from her and she could feel it building up again, knowing that this one would wipe her out for the night. She dug her nails into her palms as she tossed her head back with a moan, gasping and panting for air as he overwhelmed her senses all over again. Soon, that build up was more apparent, her body tired, used, but pleasure filled as he fucked her into submitting another orgasm to him. She found herself losing her voice as her moans became more and more scratchy and weak sounding, but it didn't stop her as that pleasure started to slide through her veins, taking over again.

"M-mason..."

She pleaded, knowing that it wouldn't take much more to push her over that edge and this time, she couldn't even think of trying to hold back from him.
 
The desperation in Ashlin's voice let Mason know he was close to achieving his goal, which was somewhat of a relief to him since he knew he wasn't holding out much longer for damn sure. He continued to use her leg like a lever, swinging her lower body into him each time his hips drove forward and his thick, throbbing cock sank deep into her. They would both be wiped out after this one, and he knew it. But since they had already crossed so many lines, he was going to make it completely worth it for both of them. He was going to make certain it was the best, most memorable fuck either of them had ever had, and possibly ever would have. He was going to make sure she got wet whenever she thought of him after tonight.

Relentless in his pursuit, he knew she was almost there. Only a few more thrust...just a bit more and he could let go. "Ashlin," he panted, the effort obviously taking its toll on him as well, but he still didn't relent, fucking her as hard and rough as ever. "Cum...for big...brother...one more time," he managed to moan, completing his demand as he drove deep, and held her impaled on the entirety of his length, rocking and grinding his hips to let it push and stir against her walls, trying to milk her into that last orgasm and attempting to try and hold his back until she came.
 
She wouldn't forget tonight. It was clear even with her pleasure and alcohol haze clouding her mind. She wondered briefly if she was ruined for anyone else, but she didn't want to think about that. As Mason pounded into her worn out body, she felt the pleasure grow and grow, making her muscles tense up. She wanted him to feel branded by her just as she felt branded by him. She wanted him to never forget how it felt to be balls deep inside of her. Even more twisted, she wanted him hard as a diamond whenever she crossed his mind or path. She wanted to be the woman and fuck he could never get out of his system. She felt deep down that this wouldn't remain just a one night stand. She didn't know if she wanted that or not.

His voice broke through her thoughts, her body flushed and sensitive, his words adding that last bit of fuel as he fucked her. She could feel the edge lingering close, threatening to swallow her whole as he kept up his pace, relentless. It was practically a trigger for her orgasm. She found herself closing her eyes, her back hurting from the strain of bending in pleasure as her head pushed back farther, body writhing as the pleasure suddenly crashed over her. It robbed her of breath before a moment before she screamed his name again, clamping around him so tight she felt like her body wouldn't let go of him.

"MASON! OH, MASON!"

She cried, fingernails cutting into her palms as tears blurred her vision. She felt blood on her palms but it didn't matter as the sexual pleasure and high took her awareness away.
 
That was it for Mason. Ashlin screaming his name, the feeling of her clenching around him so tightly, simply holding him in place, her muscles contracting, milking him, demanding he give her everything, and so he did. "Oh...fuck...Ashlin," he moaned as his thick member began to throb desperately inside of her, and started to erupt moments later, flooding her inner workings with his thick, hot release. His body quivered with delight, and what lasted only about twenty seconds seemed like twenty minutes to him, the feelings that coursed through him as he entered that sweet state of euphoria that came with an intense climax.

Their session on the couch was hot, but the one in the bedroom was absolutely steaming and life-changing. There was no way he could forget this, nor would he be able to stop himself from getting aroused each time he thought of his sister after tonight. There was no way he would be able to stop wanting her. In that moment, though, he could only focus on the intense orgasm that coursed through them both. As he emptied the last of his seed into her, he finally let her leg slip from beneath his arm, pulling free to collapse beside her.

Reaching up to stroke her hair, he managed to open his eyes to look into hers, seeing the marks he'd left on her body, the look of bliss on her face, everything. And he smiled. He couldn't help but smile. He was fairly certain he was nearly sober now, having probably sweated most of the alcohol from his system, but there wasn't a sign of regret on his face. Only deep satisfaction and bliss from what they'd just shared.
 
When he moaned and filled her with his seed, she felt her inner muscles quiver in pleasure and delight, making her gasp as he throbbed inside her. It was a light but still intense feeling because of her sensitivity level being through the roof. Her eyes shut as she bit her lip, breathing hard and fast as she finally started to come down from her orgasm, even if it was slow and almost lazy in leaving her system. She was satisfied. It was a feeling she hadn't had very often, if ever, before this moment and she felt herself at peace in a different way. When he let her leg go, she adjusted her position to ease the pain on her spine and let out a heavy breath. As he collapsed next to her, she already felt empty without him. It was odd but the pleasure haze wasn't leaving any time soon. She didn't want it to.

She could feel the marks he had left forming on her skin and she shivered at the thought of how big and beautiful they would be in the morning. She felt slick all over, but not dirty. She felt hot and tired, but pleasantly so. Blissfully tired was the best way to describe how she felt. Her eyes looked into his and she couldn't help but smile back even as she moved her arm to wipe away any remnants of tears. Soon, she was snuggling into his body, resting her head against his chest and closing her eyes.
 
Wrapping an arm around her to pull her close, Mason just held her for the longest, his chest starting to rise and fall steadily now as his breathing returned to normal. He said nothing. There was really nothing that needed to be said, honestly. They both knew what had just happened, and they were fully aware that it was probably the most amazing experience either of them had ever known. How could any words do that justice? So instead, he remained quiet, smiling as she snuggled into him, stroking her hair thoughtfully as they lay there together.

Soon he could feel the sheer exhaustion setting in, sleep pulling him quickly down toward its dark embrace. He didn't fight it, but welcomed it. He would wake up beside her, and they would work out whatever this was then. For now, though, he could only think of rest, and the pleasures he had experienced. Nobody had ever brought that side of him out. He had always known it was there, but had never found anyone who could take it. Now that he had discovered that girl had been in his life all along, he wasn't sure he could just let that go. It would all be better in the morning, though. This was his last thought before everything just went black...
 
Ashlin never slept more than a few hours every night, but it was the first night in a long time where she hadn't dreamed at all. It had been a pleasant sleep, something she hadn't had in quite awhile and as she layed there in the semi-darkness, she found herself just breathing. She really didn't want to think about last night just yet, even though her body had an assortment of aches to remind her. She had a bit of a headache though not quite a hangover. She cataloged everything involving her physical state before she moved out from under Mason's arms and legs to stand up. She almost fell over when she put weight onto her legs but the dresser by the bed stopped her from crashing. Fuck, she was sore. Taking a breath, she got her bearings and went to the window. She looked outside, seeing that the sun was heading steadily over the horizon. It was a beautiful display, but it was bittersweet right now. Rubbing her arm, she looked back at Mason sleeping and found her body tingle from the pleasure he had given her, instantly becoming wet, but it felt so tainted. She didn't know what to do about it right now. Hell, she didn't even know what to do with herself.

Soon, however, she exited the room and wobbled down the stairs, careful to be silent. She saw the remnants of the mess they had made and rubbed her temples when she made it to the bottom of the stairs. What a fucked up night. She shook her head before she made it to the bathroom, used the toilet, and then turned on the shower. She looked into the mirror and saw her reflection. She looked like a well-fucked woman. Her cheeks flushed red before she muttered something inaudible. She couldn't really talk when she first woke up so whatever she said come out garble anyways. Once the shower was hot, she stepped into it, careful to wash up and not aggravate any of her sore muscles. She rubbed her shoulders, legs, and wrists, seeing the bit of bruising from his hands holding hers so tightly. Man, she was gonna need a fuck load of make up. Just standing under the spray, she let the warm water wash over her as her brain kicked into analyzing overdrive.
 
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