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Unbreakable Ties (Ookami & Sumi)

Trent didn’t find her humor to be funny at all, and while he should have been delighted at hearing that she was regretting not giving into him, the tone of her voice and the way her eyes remain downcast nulled any joy he could feel at having Chloe back, he didn’t want Chloe to be ironic and depressed, the way she spoke about nearly being raped seemed distant, as if she herself wasn’t the actual victim of the ordeal Chloe had undergone, Trent had no idea what the specific details were, but he could take a guess from the state of her clothes, and the thought that someone had dared approach ‘his’ Chloe in such a manner caused his blood to boil with loathing. What annoyed him nearly just as much was how casually Chloe was treating this. Trent could understand that she’d want to get cleaned off, but she was treating it as if she’d stepped in a pile of mud.

Trent was about to give her a piece of his mind when he noticed the way she shuddered, her hands trembling as she dug through her belongings, Trent nearly kicked himself for thinking Chloe wasn’t taking thing seriously. It was just a tough front she’d put up for either herself or for him, so as to not worry him. Closing his eyes to calm himself down, Chloe had just gotten up to go take a bath when Trent moved towards her, wrapping his arms around her, just above her breasts. This time embracing her just tight enough for her to have a bit of difficulty slipping out. “You do stink, and you’ve probably got things worse than dirt on you” he stated quietly, not wanting to let Chloe brood too much on the facts he continued on. “But that doesn’t mean anything to me, you’re still Chloe, you’re still the girl I love right?” he whispered seriously. His usual flirty self nowhere to be seen.

“You can use the bath…. But I’m joining you today” he stated matter of factly, it wasn’t up for dispute, and if Chloe refused, he was willing to drag her into the tub and wash her himself. “I won’t do anything, promise” he assured her, “If it’d make you feel any better I’ll even put on a blindfold” he offered, looking at the tattered ruined scarf he’d given her earlier. The loss of the scarf didn’t bother him as it’d have been thrown out had Chloe never come to his place. What worried him the most right now was leaving Chloe alone. It was clear from the way she acted that she considered herself dirty, but that was certainly not something Trent wanted her to think, and leaving her alone to collect her thoughts could only end negatively. Trent quickly removed his own shirt, indicating that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He undid his belt, but kept his jeans on, figuring that getting completely naked would only cause Chloe discomfort, it wasn’t like getting his jeans soaked would cost him anything anyway.
 
Startled with any movement, she clutched the clothes in her hands tighter as he wrapped his arms around her. She was about to struggle to move away from him as to not stain his clothes too, until she heard him speak. Well, of course he would find her to be dirty and smelly. Anyone would. Thus, she couldn't really be mad at him, because it was the truth after all. However, the next words made her expression soften, and the slight frown which seemed to be stuck to ber face inadvertently was now fading away, almost as if she was under a spell. She then relaxed a little, suddenly a little calmer and at pace. Being reassured that he didn't hate her was enough to take away some of the pain.

She turned around as he suggested that he would join her into taking a bath, somewhat blushing, yet not really that reluctant as she usually was in such circumstances. Instead she just fiddled with the clean clothes in her hands as she watched him take off his shirt. After what she went through, Chloe was suddenly much more grateful with what she had. And having Trent by her side was now something similar to a blessing. "I-It's alright. You don't have to wear a blindfold. Besides... it's not like you haven't seen me mostly naked already." she spoke, though the last part was in a lower voice. This could be easily misunderstood. But, it would be better if he misunderstood it anyway. She had actually referred to their childhood, but now too, she was mostly naked because of her tattered clothes.

Once the bathtub was filled with water, Chloe placed aside her clean clothes and shifted to take off what was left of her clothes, revealing the parts where that man managed to get his hands on, soiling her. While she felt disgusted whenever she would recall those gross hands touching her, she was glad that at least she didn't lose her virginity to such a slimy and rotten person. Blue eyes glanced at him and then quickly averted her eyes to get in the warm water. Even if Chloe didn't end up to be that womanly after ten years, even the tomboy brunette had a feminine allure, with a pair of somewhere under the average sized breasts, but with pale pink nipples and a nicely shaped rear to make up for the upper lack. Her legs were now longer and the little Chloe could only be recognized in present only because of her eyes and her face which didn't change that much in time.
 
While he should have been glad that Chloe didn’t try and resist him, Trent’s concern for her was only heightened when she gave him permission to join her, not only that but to actually see her naked. An unbelievable offer considering how she’d scolded him for taking his shirt off infront of her only last night. He almost felt a bit guilty as it was starting to feel like he was taking advantage of her mentally shocked state. But she was right. Considering the condition of her clothes it would have mattered little, in fact it was probably more indecent of her to be wearing what used to be a nice dress.

Despite having forcefully declared that he’d join her, he actually wasn’t entirely sure what to do, having been too preoccupied trying to think up a way to validate him joining her, when Chloe started filling the tub he simply stood to the side, trying his best not to stare at the flesh that peeked at him through her tattered clothes. He actually blushed a bright red when she started undressing, his eyes quickly looking at the far wall, it was actually rather comical how he actually was trying his best to not stare now that he had what he wanted. Perhaps this had been how Chloe had felt last night? He knew he had permission to look, but what he should look at was something he couldn’t decide. Fortunately for him, Chloe’s lower half quickly disappeared under the waters surface, and after a slightly disappointed sigh, he made his way over to the side of the tub. Reaching out for a washing sponge. Which he quickly soaped up, gently pressing it against her back as a warning to what he was going to do.

As children they’d often bathed together. At least when they were really small. Trent had been bathed by his mother, but most of Chloe’s infancy had been spent without a mother, and with their father too incompetent, it had been Trent’s job to keep his sister clean. It was actually nostalgic for Trent as he lightly began to scrub her back, his large warm hands gliding over her shoulderblades. She’d definitely gotten bigger, and certainly more attractive. Having positioned himself behind her he couldn’t quite see her front, but the slight mounds kept tempting him to reach out. Judging from what he could see they were the perfect size to fit into his hands. Her smooth silken skin was a bit pale from the lack of outdoor activity, but it highlighted her features well, and the familiar sensation of her skin brought back memories he thought he’d long forgotten, her skin just as soft as it had been all those years ago, if he closed his eyes he could nearly picture her as an infant. Though he kept his eyes wide open, preferring the matured feminine body much more.

“You’re beautiful” he whispered simply, trailing a finger down her spine, stopping midway as he didn’t know if she’d be comfortable with him reaching into the water where her more private parts were, it didn’t take long for him to scrub the grime off her shoulder and back, his hands rough, but gentle at the same time he was being careful with her body, but applying just enough force to get her clean. The scrubbing leaving her body tinted a bit red. He considered handing the sponge to Chloe, but decided asking her couldn’t hurt. “Chloe? C-can you turn around?” he asked cursing himself for stuttering, he had to act confident else it’d make it easier for her to refuse him. “I know you can wash yourself just fine, but I sort of…. Want to finish what I started” he mumbled,, holding the sponge out to her, but keeping a firm hold on it. Giving her the option to clean herself, but making it clear how badly he wanted to do it for her.
 
((Internet died on me for the rest of the night. Thankfully, now it's back. uwu))

It was sort of amusing how he averted his eyes once she had discarded the rest of her clothes, and it didn't take a genius to figure that the blush meant he was after all a little embarrassed to simply stare at her. And it was even funnier if she was to recall the previous night's events. One night ago he threatened to rape her, and now he was too shy to even see her in the nude. Well, at least she could still hope that Trent didn't completely change in these ten years they were apart from each other. Maybe he still felt some kind of guilt for trying to force himself on her. Or maybe not. What was sure, though, was that he did care about her feelings too, after all, and that was pretty nice to know.

Nevertheless, it was still a little embarrassing for her too, as he offered to wash her. Doing that when they were kids was alright, but doing this now, when they were both older, was different. However, it did make her recall their childhood. She kind of felt sorry for him for having to take care of her most of the time because their mother died when she was too small to take care of herself. In other words, it was no surprise she was this attached to the red head. He was like a parent, a brother and her closest friend and when their father kicked him out, she was pretty much devastated. She suddenly found herself struggling to do things she never did by herself, and most importantly, she felt lonely. The first couple of years after he left, her father didn't even exist for her, especially since he didn't even seem to talk with her. It was only after she had started asking him questions with obviously no answer that he started to back to his angry self. Whenever she would ask of Trent, he would suddenly get mad and yell and before she knew it, she had completely stopped thinking about Trent, or at least tried to, just to avoid making the old man going nuts.

Leaving that aside, the times they'd bath together were probably the funniest, seeing how she was more energetic when she was a kid. She practically moved around in the bathtub and would even splash around with water until she would eventually wet his clothes too, if he wasn't taking a bath at the same time. It was only when she got a little older that she started to be a calmer child, staying put and only whining when the shampoo would get in her eyes or something. All in all, these were things she would never forget. And for some reason, recalling these brought a slight smile to her face, forgetting about the unfortunate event from earlier.

But, it didn't take long to come back to reality as she heard his whisper and felt his finger running down her spine, causing her to shiver slightly under his touch. Right. Leaving the childhood memories aside, their current relationship was more of an unusual one, what the society would call a taboo relationship. She wasn't completely alright with the idea, but slowly, she was less and less likely to be against it, because, who else would she be mocked by, who else would love her even after she was about to be raped by a gross and smelly man, who else would tell her the words she craved to hear and who else would still welcome her home even after all she said to him? It surely seemed wrong in the eyes of the society, but was it that bad to start liking him more than a brother just because they were related by blood? She bit her lip and frowned slightly at the thought. Maybe she was giving up on her morals too quickly, but... it was quite worth it in her mind.

As he spoke again, she turned her head just to see him from the corners of her eyes, easily noticing he stuttered. He wasn't sure of what he wanted? She chuckled to herself and was about to take the sponge from his hand, only to see that he was holding it firmly. He was serious, after all. She could almost feel her cheeks burning as she reluctantly turned around, covering her breasts with her arms. Maybe she was fine when she discarded her clothes, but it was much easier because he wasn't staring at her. Now that he was so close and he could see her clearly, she was self-conscious again. "I... um... alright." she mumbled, slowly moving her hands from her chest to rest them on the edge of the bathtub.
 
(Haha, saw the post time and was like "What? o_O a post at this time what the hell" xD)

Trent too could remember the same memories running through Chloe’s head, and strangely enough it was her younger days that he remembered best. He could even remember a time when he had to chase her around and negotiate with her to take a bath, as rude as it was, he could remember comparing her to a stray cat at times, then came the days when she was like a fish in an ocean, splashing around and somehow managing to empty half the tub, it hadn’t taken him long to join her in the tub after that seeing as how Trent always ended up just as drenched as her, He could remember even now how embarrassed he’d been when he’d first entered the tub with her, the innocent girl getting way too close for comfort, it’d been hard at first, but over the years he’d gotten accustomed to it to the point he actually remembered sulking when Chloe finally told him she could bathe herself just fine without him.

Bringing himself back to the present, he waited patiently as Chloe too seemed to be lost in thought, he knew his request was unreasonable, and part of him was worried she was comparing his touches to whatever horrors she’d experienced prior to arriving back home. The thought once again stirring a steaming hot jealous gush of air to overwhelm him, his hand trembled a bit as he heard a familiar voice whispering in his head, telling him that if Trent didn’t claim Chloe now, there was no telling who’d snatch the privilege of being Chloe’s first away from him. He had to stop flirting with her and start actually making proper moves on her. To make her give into him not mentally but sexually. The timer ticking against him wasn’t only invisible but unpredictable, for all he knew Chloe could lose her body to someone else while he slept tonight. An unlikely scenario, but Trent hadn’t even dreamed of Chloe coming back to him tonight looking the way she had. Actually now that he thought about it, was there any way for him to be sure that the timer hadn’t expired already? He’d automatically assumed she’d been able to protect herself since she’d come home to him, and managed to keep a straight face, but what if that was all just an act to fool him? What if someone had already…..Gulping he tried to force the thoughts out of his mind.

Fortunately forcing the negative thoughts away ended up being much easier than he had anticipated as Chloe turned around and exposed her body to him. The way she tried to cover herself up somehow making her more sexy than if she’d just turned around, her embarrassment certainly added to her appeal, and Trent had to seriously calm himself down telling himself he’d promised Chloe that he wouldn’t do anything inappropriate to her, lying about such things now probably wasn’t the best idea, but still….

Seeing Chloe lower her arms and expose herself fully to him, he coughed as air caught in his throat, his cheeks now extremely red, it had been easier last night as he’d basically forced himself on her, seeing her as a sexual object of desire, it was different now. He’d been reacquainted with the sister he loved, and the trust she was showing her made her much more of a person to be cherished. Taking a deep breath he raised the sponge to her neck scrubbing gently at first, careful to not ruin the moment, he actually flinched when his finger accidentally made contact with her skin. “Sorry” he muttered quickly, pulling his hand away briefly to gauge her reaction before returning to the task at hand. He had no idea how hard it was for Chloe to stay still, but he certainly knew how hard it was to wash her body without knowing that there’d be some sort of relief for himself at the end. He manhood had long become fully erect, blood coursing through his cock as it twitched beneath his jeans, begging to be released. It was taking every little bit of self control he had, and more to control himself as his hand slid down her body rubbing the sponge against her breasts. Finding this specific part of her harder to clean than the rest of her. He knew he was supposed to turn away and not stare so much, but his eyes remained firmly fixed on her body, sliding the sponge between the two mouth, only to grunt and wince in pain as the hardness he was trying to contain tried to force itself out by pushing against its denim prison. “Chloe? Do you think it’d…. you know, be okay if I joined you in the tub?” he asked carefully, knowing he was pushing her boundaries, but he had to at least ask. The tub was only big enough for one, and for Trent to join her, one of them would have to literally be on top of the other.
 
((Different time zones, forgot? XD))

If his cheeks were extremely red as he coughed when she exposed her chest, Chloe got completely red, her whole face and her ears giving her a hard time. It was difficult to not be embarrassed when she was naked in front of him and knew that he was about to wash her. To make things worse, he wasn't making it any easier with his obvious reactions. She couldn't really understand why was he doing this, despite the fact that he was definitely embarrassed too. At first, she didn't mind it, seeing how he was rubbing the sponge against her neck and she didn't quite mind it when his finger touched her skin by mistake. Then again, he just had to point it out with an excuse and make her even more aware of every little thing. This was mental torture for Chloe, but she kept still and only glanced up at him as he pulled his hand away for a moment. When the sponge reached her breasts, however, it took her a lot more effort to be ignorant. She hated to mentally admit it, but the way he kept his eyes on her body and the feeling of having him supposedly clean her mounds were enough to make her feel uncomfortable. Uncomfortable as in, strangely aroused. She could barely keep in a moan and instead bit her lip when he slided the sponge between her breasts. If the sponge wouldn't be there she would probably let out some real moans of pleasure, already feeling her nipples hardening. Something which she would have struggled to hide if it wouldn't make it more obvious. But, hey, she could blame it on the cold temperature inside the room, leaving aside the fact that the water she was in was hot enough to let out some steam and make the air seem much warmer. But, she doubted he would still think logical with how he was acting.

Besides, she couldn't unhear his grunt, and for some reason, she figured this might have something to do with her nudeness. After all, what guy in the right mind wouldn't feel aroused seeing a naked... well, more of a girl than a real woman. Even she, herself felt a little bit weird staring at him and his bare chest, his frame, the redness of his face and hearing the sounds coming out from his mouth in such a way that it made her feel like she had a fever. Once he spoke and inquired something which she didn't predict, she was quite taken aback. She had to be completely dumb to think he wouldn't do anything if he joined her. But, recalling the things she would have gone through if she didn't escape from the clutches of that man, she was simply just a little reluctant instead of purely against it. If he wasn't the one to take her first time, what if something like earlier would happen again? She frowned at the thought, worried.

Averting her eyes from her hands, up to his face, she nodded shyly, surprisingly ignoring her morals and her beliefs. She didn't really want to push him into taking her first time just because of her worries. Instead, she figured she would just go with the flow and whether he would take things farther or not, she would still be thankful. Now, the question was, wouldn't it be weird? She was against it yesterday, yet today she was suddenly much more docile. After a couple of moments, she glanced at him again with a worried expression. "Do you think I'm weird?... For... you know... suddenly having a change of mind..." she mumbled, quite troubled.
 
It had really only been a ditch effort in hopes that she would say ‘yes.’ He knew how absurd the request was, but going from what he’d asked of her so far, the only real time she’d rejected him had been when she’d bitten his tongue and rejected his kiss, and even that, she claimed had been purely accidental. Waiting for her response, he tried to busy himself with washing her body, his fingers now intentionally brushing against her skin every now and then to enjoy their silken smoothness. He’d do anything for her right now if she’d permit him to touch her without having to use the farce of cleaning her. He did think that was an important task as well, but compared to the building sexual attraction that he was feeling it was starting to seem a bit trivial, if not completely unimportant. Trent wasn’t even sure if he was surprised or not when he saw the reluctance flickering in her eyes. Of course it was a ridiculous request, but the fact that she was thinking it over instead of outright denying him gave him some hope, silence filling the cold room as he waited, he could feel a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face, his mind and eyes focused on Chloe’s. He wasn’t just trying to be the usual perverted flirt he’d been portraying himself as. He genuinely wanted this, and wasn’t saying this to tease her or make her feel uncomfortable. Seconds felt like hours as he waited patiently, watching her every reaction, and trying to read her mind through her eyes, he didn’t want to force the idea on her if she really didn’t want it. While he did want his sister sexually, if he had the option he’d prefer it if Chloe gave it to him willingly, not out of fear of being kicked out, or feeling obligated for whatever reasons.

Seeing her nod her head shyly he could feel his heart swelling with happiness, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he had to clear his mind else he actually start crying with happiness. It wasn’t like she was giving her body to him, but this by far was the closest thing to it. And instead of the lewd perverted thoughts he thought he’d get his mind was filled with adoration and affection for his own sister. Placing the sponge to the side, he lifted his hand and brushed her cheek with his fingers, wanting to express his gratitude, but not wanting to say anything unless she changed her mind because his smart mouth. Instead he just mouthed a silent “Thank you” before getting off his knee’s and turning around. Unbuttoning his jeans and let it fall to his ankles before he turned nervously to face her. It wasn’t like he was completely naked, he was still wearing a pair of silken azure blue boxers, but he all of a sudden felt a lot more conscious of his body than when he was posing for a photo that would be seen by hundreds, if not thousands. What if Chloe wasn’t into his type of body? What if she was one of those girls that liked more feminine slender types? As children he remembered asking Chloe the exact question, and the response he’d gotten had been a shy mumble that he couldn’t ever get her to repeat.

Biting his lip, he placed one foot into the water, feeling the cold chill in body slowly being melted away, his request had been out of desire for Chloe, and only know did he realize just how stupid it was for him to be sitting beside a tub shirtless in such a cold room. He didn’t have time to worry about something so small though as his attention now was focused completely on Chloe, slipping into the tub, and pushing his legs beneath Chloe, he gently pulled her ontop of his lap, her rear resting just above his hard erection which he actually wished would go away. His hands travelled over her shoulders, and pulled her back towards him, his chest pressing lightly against her back as he sighed happily. “Far from it, I think it’s cute and sexy. And I couldn’t be happier that you changed you mind for me Chloe” he whispered hugging her body closer to his, making an effort not to feel her breasts.


(Haha, I didn’t forget, I just didn’t expect a post a 2PM my time xD Also in regards to the question, “What guy in the right mind wouldn’t feel aroused seeing a naked woman/girl?
“A gay guy xD”
 
((LOL. Indeed. Funny how that slipped my mind. XD))

If Trent wouldn't have stopped with the brushing of his fingers against her skin, Chloe would have soon started whimpering at the torture of having to refrain from being aroused. And the more it was worse, the more she felt like leaving aside the morals. Then again, there is always some kind of thrill when you do something which is strictly forbidden, even if sooner or later you will regret it. And at this point, Chloe was really considering the forbidden things in this relationship with her own sibling. She knew he was probably feeling awkward waiting for an answer for her, but it was better to observe his reactions first. To see if he was only eager just to use her for her body, or if he actually considered her feelings too. And she was thankful to see that he wasn't rushing her for an answer. It just meant he wasn't lying about his feelings in the past two days. Though, it was probably already obvious he had loved her truly, since all of his ex-girlfriends shared almost the same appearance as her as if to have a substitute for his younger sister. As weird as it might have been, she was somehow happy to know that he had such strong feelings for her all this time. Instead of forgetting about her, he seemed to have harbored even more intense feelings in time.

She slightly smiled at him as he silently thanked her, brushing her cheek against the palm of his hand like a little kid appreciating his show of affection. Chloe averted her eyes just for a brief moment, until he turned around and unbuttoned his jeans. Despite her shyness, she couldn't keep her eyes off him as he slipped out of the pants. Maybe she really was a pervert after all. Swallowing hardly, she looked down, already having noticed that he was pretty much aroused down there too. In other words, she wasn't the only one who had a hard time with the washing up. Literally. And now, she couldn't just stare at it in such an obvious way, could she? He probably felt embarrassed as he was. There was no need for her to make him even more nervous. On the other hand, he took some time to answer her question which made her nervous too in turn. Maybe he really thought she was weird and he simply didn't want to answer because it would make her feel awkward? Could be a possibility.

As he finally joined her and felt herself being helped on his lap, she got redder once again. Sleeping at his chest was something, but being completely naked and sitting so close to him was enough to make her mind go blank because of her shyness. On top of it, she could clearly feel the bulge in his underwear just against her rear. How in the world would she be able to keep still and avoid being turned on, even she herself, didn't know. Leaning against his chest, she finally noticed how stiff she was, mostly because she wasn't used to such a thing like taking a bath with someone. He still had his boxers on, but honestly, it made little difference. When he finally answered her question and hugged her, she definitely lost her mind. Suddenly, she felt like a brainwashed person, because all she could think of was how he was so close to her, feeling almost every inch of his skin against hers. But leaving that aside, she didn't quite expressed herself clearly. Shaking her head, she blushed even harder, bringing her knees together and raising them up as she consciously tried to hide her body some way or another. "I didn't... Actually... what I meant with changing my mind is... What happened earlier... I managed to run before..." she mumbled once again, incoherently, trying to find a way to explain herself. She couldn't find a way to explain her worry that if he wasn't the one to take her first time she feared someone else would. She shook her head again. "N-no... nevermind." she stuttered, figuring it was too much to admit something like this.
 
Trent just remained silent as Chloe began mumbling something he couldn’t quite understand, the only thing he could pick up was something about her running, and at first he thought she was trying to make idle talk to lessen the tension. Unfortunately, that possibility was brushed away pretty quickly as Trent noticed a slight bruise on her shoulder, barely noticeable, but enough to blemish her perfect skin. He frowned a bit at the sight, not at all pleased that someone had marked his woman, it was probably a good thing that the man who assaulted Chloe wasn’t anywhere around else the man would be getting something much worse than a kick between the legs. What the man did manage to do beside anger Trent though was make Trent feel a strong sense of guilt and responsibility towards what had happened. If he hadn’t lost his temper, if he’d accepted her apology, if he’d chased after her when he had the chance, none of this would have happened. An endless circle of ‘what if’s’ began spiraling in his head, and the more he tried to take his mind off the fact the more he became lost in self-loathing.

“Running? You mean when you ran out of the café?” he asked not knowing that that too wasn’t what Chloe was referring too. She’d told him to not mind it, but how could he not? His own foolish stubbornness had nearly lost him what he cherished most. He’d decided earlier that he wouldn’t be bowing his head and apologizing every time Chloe got upset, but when looking at the bigger picture, his pride meant nothing if it was to come at the cost of Chloe coming to harm. “Sorry, I should have chased after you, none of this would have happened if I wasn’t such a stubborn prick” he mumbled, lowering his head and brushing his lips against her bruised shoulder, kissing it softly before lapping at it with his tongue. His other hand trailed down her back, cupping her side before slithering around her waist, holding her in place as if to prevent her from escaping, he had no intentions of letting her go, though that said, he wasn’t really holding her tight enough to prevent her pushing him away and running off. It was more a gentle embrace, he was licking her shoulder, not biting her neck, but he couldn’t help but think of vampires for a moment as he felt Chloe’s body tensing.

He gently nudged her closer to him, his hard defined chest pressing up against her soft back, his legs shifted, coming up around the sides of the tub and trapping Chloe inbetween them, the shuffling causing his manhood to brush against her skin, causing him to moan softly, craning his neck and nuzzling Chloe’s hair with his cheek. “It’s my fault, but I promise I won’t let this happen again, the only person I’ll ever allow you to be with is me Chloe, at least until you tell me outright that you hate me.”
 
He surely didn't understand a thing from what she said. And now that he kept talking she felt the need to explain what she really wanted to say. Though, that was still a hard task. On an another hand, she was somehow satisfied to hear that he actually felt sorry for letting her leave in the end, because back there, she almost thought he was going to give up on her if she never returned by his side on her own. However those thoughts faded away as his lips touched her shoulder, letting out a soft sigh at the feeling of his warm and wet tongue brushing against her skin. There was really no need to hold her in place, because at this point this felt too good and comfortable, but it did feel better as he brought her closer to his body. Little by little, she started to understand what it really felt like to be tortured. There she was, in his arms, both mostly naked, his crotch teasing her rear and her mind screaming at her that she shouldn't get any more perverted thoughts about her sibling. Still, the more she mentally told herself to leave aside her own arousal, the more she felt the urge to let her instincts guide her.

How could she ever tell him that she hated him, when she was already questioning her own feelings which had stepped over the line of decency? Resting her small hands on his arms, she shook her head again. "It's not your fault... I shouldn't have said those things to you. In fact, I was going to apologize once I had returned, but kind of forgot about it because of that... ordeal." she spoke, this time a little bit clearer, shifting a little. "I'm not interested in other guys, and I don't need your money. If I wanted all those, I wouldn't be here now. Let's just say... that I want to be by your side because... you remind me of my older brother, whom I always looked up to, admired and adored. Well, you do have some things which aren't similar to my brother's personality, and sometimes I feel like kicking you for teasing me, but... I kind of... l-like you. Much more than I would like a stranger. Maybe... even more than I would like a brother." she admitted, wondering if by any chance he would get mad for saying that. After all, he wasn't aware that she already knew he was her brother. He could take it as good news, or bad news.

Slowly turning her head, struggling to see his face and look for any tint of anger or irritation on his face, she started speaking again, before he would probably yell at her or something. "B-but, that wasn't the main point of what I wanted to tell you.... truth is... I managed to kick the man and run away before he would... um... well, you get it. And... I kind of wondered... if you found me weird for having a change of mind because of something else. About my first..." she explained, before she realized she probably made no sense. "M-maybe I should wash myself before the water gets cold." she finally changed the subject, feeling awkward enough as she did.
 
Surprised at her apology, he didn’t really think it was Chloe’s fault, and the apology was unexpected, for the most part it had just been him misinterpreting her rather sexual actions as acceptance, and then blowing up in her face when he realized that she was just messing around with him. It was true that Trent was a repeat offender when it came to flirting and mocking Chloe in a similar manner, but Trent was confident and certain he’d be taking Chloe up the instant she nodded her head in the affirmative, it wasn’t just flirting, no matter how laid-back and casual his advances might of seemed, he’d been serious about her even before they’d met eachother again. His mind had been made up long ago, and ten years of living in solitude hadn’t changed his feelings for her one bit. If anything they’d gotten stronger, tormented by the fact that he knew she was out there, but having no real idea where in the world she’d be, the small apartment they used to live in had been occupied by a different family by the time Trent had managed to muster up the courage to revisit his sister. And since then, a part of him had given up, deciding to settle for a substitute that he could at least pretend was his beloved sister.

The next few words sent his emotions on a rollercoaster, at first he felt a bit guilty for suspecting she was using him to get by, he couldn’t believe he’d actually thought that in retrospect, even if it was a heat of the moment thing, he should have at least realized Chloe wasn’t the type of person to use someone and leave heartlessly after taking advantage of them. His feelings were then conflicted, frowning slightly as she once again compared him to her brother, but also admitting how much she adored her brother, Trent was nearly tempted to admit right then and there that he was infact the brother she was talking about, but doing so would ruin what trust he’d already built up with her, and he’d only just started making his first steps into seducing her. Admitting their blood relation would only cause unwanted tension between them, or at least that’s what he thought. Then finally she concluded her confession by saying that she might possibly like him more than a brother. The frown immediately disappearing and being replaced with a uneasy look. Part of him was overjoyed that he might have surpassed his past self in Chloe’s heart, but at the same time, the possibility of being discovered seemed all the more inevitable as she repeatedly repeated his resemblance to her brother.

He’d held himself back so far, but when Chloe tried to shift the topic to washing up, Trent’s hand quickly slid down her shoulder and over her breasts, cupping the soft mounds with his large hands, and nipping the hard bud between his fingers. His other hand which had been rubbing against her smooth stomach dropped a little, just above her womanhood, hovering in the water for a moment before slowly touching her sexual lips. His fingers curling over them and covering it from view.He leaned in further, craning his neck over her shoulder and looking at her from the side. “Let me be your first then Chloe” he whispered seriously. “Regardless of who I am, I promise I’ll love you more than any other woman forever, I’ll be there for you for as long as you want me, I…. I might not be able to be your husband, but… but there’s no way my love for you can be beaten by the love of some other stranger.” He was rambling, but he didn’t care. “Argh, what I’m trying to say…. What I mean is…. I want you Chloe, not just your body, I want your heart. And in exchange…… I’ll give you my life.”
 
A small gust of air escaped her lips as his hands moved to her intimate parts, for a moment there, forgetting about everything, due to the pleasure. It didn't take much to turn her on at this point. His wet hand against her breast and her very sensitive nipple, his other hand teasing her womanhood, it drove her crazy, unlike the time that disgusting man touched her. Instead of fear, disgust and anger, Chloe felt more like giving in to the red head, feeling that it was the best decision to let him take her first time. He was the only one person she could trust and the only one person who probably deserved to deflower her for truly caring about her.

He was probably a little too drunk with feelings, because his words kind of gave him away. She would have easily figured it out they were related if he said that he couldn't be her husband. Then again, he was pretty careless lately anyway. Maybe he actually wanted for her to realize he was her older brother? Maybe. But she wouldn't risk it. This situation slowly started to make its way into her heart, thus, she found it quite hard to give up on him so easily. Hell, could feel herself falling deeper and deeper into the hole of damnation. But who cared about that at the moment? Not her, that's for sure. In fact, she was too caught up in his sensual touches and his seductive and alluring words. This was probably any girl's dream. To be loved forever by the one she cherishes just as much.

"Then... you better keep your promise and love me more than any other woman just like you said. " she warned, trying to calm down her flushed and burning cheeks. "B-but... please.... don't tease me again i-in such a c-cruel way. " she stuttered, referring to his hands which now simply rested on her breast and her nether lips, while she pushed herself backwards even more onto his crotch. She hated to feel so damn aroused but this was her limit She needed him after so much skin teasing. She just mentally blamed it on his fingers which brushed so insistently again her skin earlier, for her own arousal. Somehow she kind of understood now why Trent found it so hard to refrain from having his way with her. If her somewhat lewd night clothes from the previous day turned him on, it was no doubt he would feel the urge to do something about it. Just like she was tempted to do something now. Placing her own hands over his, she pushed them even more against her skin. "Feel me..." she whispered, face flushed from both embarrassment and need.

(( Because 'feel' does sound like a similar word. XD This sounds so perverted either way.))
 
Trent nodded his head fondly before smiling at her acceptance of him. “Don’t really need to worry about that, it’s not exactly a hard promise to keep, in fact I probably couldn’t break it even if I tried” he smirked, trying to regain his confidence by putting on his usual expression. “I’ve waited a long time for this, don’t rush me” he teased, slipping his fingers inside her slit, parting her sexually for the first time, his fingers felt around inside her carefully, looking for the vaginal entrance, and nearly letting out a sigh of relief when he found her hymen still intact. Even when Chloe suggested she managed to protect her virginity Trent had been a bit worried. Running his fingers over her entrance, he slowly trailed upward, running his hand over her pussy before reaching her clit. Pausing for a moment to let Chloe catch her breath before placing one gentle finger on the bump, his index finger tracing a circular pattern over it, his other three fingers, slipping between her sex and drumming gently on her insides to stimulate her body.

“You don’t need to tell me twice” he whispered, sliding his hand up her breasts and hooking them around her chin, gently pushing her head to face him as he pecked her lightly on the lips. “Mind if I taste you as well?” he asked pressing his lips against her soft ones, waiting for her to part her lips and grant him entry before sliding his tongue inside her, his own tongue rubbing sensually against hers as the saliva coated invader tried to curl itself around hers. His lips sucking gently on hers and trying to drag her back into his own mouth. Moaning quietly into the kiss, Trent couldn’t believe how good she felt, his own arousal getting so hard that it was getting uncomfortable even in his boxers. He could nearly imagine it crying for stimulation, but Trent wanted to take things slow. He didn’t want this to be over until it had to end. After all, he’d waited 10 years for this, and he was convinced this would be the happiest moment of his life.
 
Chloe was about to say something in return to his attempt to tease her, before she felt his fingers slipping inside her slit, causing her to shiver with delight and let out a deep breath, getting a funny feeling from how his fingers moved around her nether region, unable to predict where he would touch next and making it all the more arousing. For a moment there, she thought she forgot how to breath due to the pleasure which overcame her and when he reached her clit, she was already unable to hide how amazingly good it felt, head thrown backwards, eyes fluttering closed and lips parted to let out another moan, and another, and another... until she was forced to face him. Unlike the others time, his perverted comments were actually appreciated this time, and without farther hesitation, she was already eagerly kissing him, not taking too long to part her lips again and let him enter her mouth. It would be a lie to say that she cared about morals at the moment. In fact, her head was a total haze, too focused on him, his body, his words, his scent and his movements to actually care that they were siblings. She was too hot and bothered to even say a thing. Especially as their tongues joined, saliva mixing and coating their lips. This kind of hot and wet kiss was just enough to make her crave for more. Not to mention his hand which worked on her clit made it all the more harder to refrain from arching her back.

She simply found it hard even to stay in place, given that this feeling of pleasure was overwhelming. It took her breath away, and that could be seen from the way she tried to take short breaths between the kisses which seemed to never end. Even so, not even the kisses and their tongues colliding wouldn't stop her from moaning. Chloe never thought she would crave somebody's body so much, to the point where it almost ached. "A-ah! Trent..." she slipped out, taking another short break to catch her breath, saliva dripping down from the corner of her mouth, to her chin. "Mhm... I... this f-feels... ah... weird... but-haah... very... good." she she barely managed to mumbled between the moans, flinching as she felt her lower body starting to become tense, the pleasure building up.
 
(lol, the timing >_< Checked at 12:28 and didn't see anything, went away for a bit and found you posted a minute after xD)

Trent wasn’t sure which was better, the way she accepted his body, or the way her body reacted to each and every touch. Shifting his hips and moaning as he needy cock brushed against her bare thighs, he could feel the desire to ravage her spreading throughout his mind, contaminating the affectionate desire to be close to her with something much more sexual. Like Chloe he was finding it hard to breathe, his heart thumping rampantly in his chest, he was sure Chloe could feel his heart through her back, but she too seemed too preoccupied to care. Her lustful excited moans turning him on more and more, he pulled away from the kiss, looking at her moist lips hungrily before leaning closer and lapping the saliva off her chin, not wanting to waste a single drop he could taste the sweetness of her mouth even now. At first he thought it was just the chocolate cake she’d eaten last, but there was definitely something more to the kiss, an aphrodisiac that made him want more of her.

“Weird? I’m insulted” he teased licking her neck and coating it with his own oral juices, “I was stupid to think I could substitute you for someone else” he whispered, he’d never been too good at hiding his identity anyway, but in the heat of arousal, his tongue was even more lax than it usually was. Though Chloe’s mind was probably equally just as far gone to notice small little details.

His other hand soon joined the want pleasuring Chloe’s womanhood, sliding along her stomach and downward over her hips before his other hand joined the first, his fingers slipping in between her sex and spreading her open, all his finger working meticulously to massage her vagina, while his thumbs flicked her clit between them, pinching them at time and playing with them, moving them up, left, a full circular motion and then in the opposite direction. He couldn’t help but wonder how many times Chloe had played with herself, by her age it was normal for her to have experienced her first crush, and despite her words earlier, he was certain that there was some ‘boy’ in her school that she at least fancied. His eyes flickered with jealousy at the thought, not really liking the idea of Chloe directing her attention to anyone besides him for even a moment. It was sort of unfair of him seeing as he’d actually slept with other women, but his possessive nature couldn’t be explained away with logic. “Better or worse than when you do it yourself?” he asked mockingly, unintentionally sounding a bit mean as he tried to quell the flames of envy that were caused by a boy he wasn’t even sure existed.
 
((I know! It happens all the time unfortunately. XD))

Chloe didn't make even the slightest effort to go against him as he licked her chin as if to wipe the saliva off her face. Everything he was doing to her felt surreal and even her heart raced faster than ever. The pleasure she felt couldn't be described in words, but it could still be noticed how intense it was from her moans, her flushed face and the expression which could be easily mistaken for a pained one, when in fact the only 'pain' would be the fact that she couldn't bear to stay put too much longer. She could hardly breath, feeling almost suffocated, but not the bad kind she suffered earlier that day, rather, another type of suffocation, the ecstasy overcoming her. She was a complete mess.

The brunette shifted her head, allowing him more access to her neck inadvertently as she did so, taking her a minute to actually understand what he really said, only to realize he was just teasing her again. Well, she didn't really expect a serious answer anyway. Besides, who could actually think straightly in these 'dire' circumstances? On another thought, maybe he was just a little bit more careless than her, seeing how he once again gave away his identity. But, he was always doing that even when he was in his right mind anyway, so she was used to it by now. Her only worry would be if he actually realized there was no way she could actually still believe he is not her brother. Given how dense he was at times, however, there was probably no chance to catch her pretending so soon. Still, to know that she was better than any substitute made her giggle with delight. At least mentally, anyway, because she couldn't find the strength to anything else but focus on his touches and let out lewd moans.

Leaving the useless thoughts aside, Chloe whimpered as his hand joined the one which was already down on her slit, this time unable to lift her eyes open even if she struggled. All his fingers touching every sensitive spot and causing her to shudder and move her body against his chest, stomach and crotch, head hanging down at this point. If they weren't already in the water, the brunette was sure she would be already wet enough from her own juices. Once she heard him speak again, she struggled to pay attention despite the distracting factor, and mumbled a response. "I never d-did... those kind... of things... pervert." she slipped out of her mouth, again, trying to mock him back with her usual insults. "...maybe... just once... or twice... but...mhm... that was only... b-because I was curious... how it would feel." she admitted somehow ashamed, even going as far as to turn her head the other way to hide her face. "L-like you never... tried that... yourself..." she mumbled again, trying to get back at him.
 
Her moans of ecstasy only served to heighten the experience for Trent, the moans nearly sounding melodic to his ears, if he could listen to her moans all day, he’d do so in a heartbeat, and judging from how his heart was racing, that wouldn’t even be a fraction of a second. Burying his nose in her hair, he inhaled heavily, enjoying her own personal scent, the stench from earlier had pretty much completely washed away now, and the wet (pun) girl squirming around within his embrace seemed ready for the next step. Or rather, if Trent’s manhood didn’t get some attention soon he’d probably go insane. As if on cue, Chloe suddenly squirmed around again, brushing his cock with her body and causing him to moan out loudly, Trent had always been told he took forever to finish. Some girls liked it, other said it was uncomfortable, but truth was, even during sex Trent hadn’t ever been this aroused. His blue eyes wouldn’t….. couldn’t leave the sweet girl before him, and the more he inhaled her scent, felt her skin, listened to her moans, the more he wanted to mark her as his own. To claim his sister as his lover for life.

“Masturbation?” he asked bluntly, kissing her ear lightly, humming a bit as if in thought before responding. “Plenty of times, was never short on partners but sometimes imagining a certain girl felt better than anything they could possibly offer.” He admitted, frowning a bit at his own remark. “Must sound like a loser right? Preferring someone I could only have in my imagination over a real woman.” Despite his words he didn’t seem too embarrassed, he was too happy to have that specific girl now moaning and squirming in his arms. The only thing that could possibly set him off now was if Chloe denied him.

Suddenly stopping his massage, he pulled his hands away from Chloe, slipping his hand around her waist and cupping her rear before lifting her up a bit, indicating for her to stand up. “We should dry off, as much as I’d love to take you in the bathtub, I want your first time to be as comfortable for you as possible.” He stated, getting up himself and reaching for a towel. The water was starting to go lukewarm now anyway and within the small confines of the tub, he wouldn’t be able to look at her at his leisure. Trent wanted to not only feel the moment Chloe became his, but also witness the expression on her face, the way her body moved to his touches, the way his cock would penetrate her virgin pussy and give him the title he yearned for so badly. The title of being her first.
“Might be a bit typical, but it’ll be easier on you in bed, and…. Lets just say it’s more convenient” he mumbled the last part. He didn’t want to scare her with the thought of the aftermath of their sexual experiment. Trent was one of those guys that simply wanted to lie in bed and cuddle after the hot passionate sex, and half the time he’d end up drifting off to sleep, so it was simply easier for them to already be in bed. Plus, at the rate they were going the water would be freezing by the time they finished.
 
Since she was mostly the one to moan continuously, she was finally satisfied to hear his own loud moan in the end, feeling even better knowing that she was the cause of it. All of a sudden, being taken by him seemed like the best decision she ever took. Or at least the most pleasurable decision she ever took. Maybe she would regret it, but certainly not now. If anything, she would probably realize what she just did only after the sun would rise again on the sky. Until then, she was sure she would not be able to think of anything else but him and all the things he can do to her. Never had she been so lewd and perverted, but she knew for certain that this was tempting enough to try it more often. If she would actually give in completely or not, only the time would decide.

The thought of Trent masturbating was surprisingly tantalizing for her already hazy and lust filled mind. And to even think that she was the one he desired and thought of whenever he would please himself, made her even more flustered and turned her on more than he would ever imagine. And speaking of imagining, for a couple of seconds, she almost imagined just what kind of face would he make while performing such acts. Would he close his eyes and fantasize about her and moan her name, or would he be too aroused to be able to let out even a word? This was getting lewder and lewder in her mind. She shook her head at his question. "Mhm... not really...." she admitted, obviously too excited to deny that he was a loser. How could he be a loser when she knew very well that she was the one he desired all this time? It flattered her, and even more, it made her feel all hotter knowing such facts. Her only disappointment was that despite the fact that all the women before her were just substitutes for her, he still slept with other women. On the other hand, she probably had to understand that he might have been much more frustrated because he was by himself for the last ten years.

Chloe seemed more than disappointed when he pulled his hands away from her, almost to the point where she wanted to frown and pout at him for stopping at such a time, but she found herself only trying to catch her breath after such intense stimulation. Then again, it was nice of him to consider that this was after all, her first time. Reluctantly getting up, she watched him as he reached for the towel and placed her hands on the edge of the bathtub, wondering if she should simply raise from her seat like that. It was funny how she seemed so ignorant to the embarrassment when they were stuck to each other, naked, and now as she simply had to get out of the water, she felt self-conscious once again. Maybe the lust did do some wanders, given that once she wouldn't be under the effect of his touches, she would suddenly feel all sober-like. Or maybe it was the fact that the water apparently somewhat covered her body. Not much, but enough to make her more comfortable. In the end, she decided on asking for a towel, extending her arm to motion that she needed something to put on.
 
Trent quickly wiped his body with the dry towel, which… wasn’t exactly all that dry considering his hair was dripping and beads of water could still be seen clinging to his body. Being a bit wet didn’t bother him though as his hands moved to offer Chloe the towel. Last night he’d prepared a towel separately for Chloe, but it wasn’t like he kept an abundant supply of towels in the bathroom, and the one he’d used had been…. Well, he’d taken it off outside the bathroom and hadn’t bothered to replace it. Just as Chloe reached to accept the towel though, Trent’s hand flinched, swiftly withdrawing it from her and seemingly acting mean for only a second as he dropped the towel over her head, gently massaging her dark hair with the towel and his fingers as he tried to dry her much more thoroughly than he’d done for himself.

It didn’t take long though, and the moment he was done with her hair the towel brushed around her neck drying it as best as it could in the short span of time before the towel was wrapped around Chloe’s body tucking the tip in between her breasts, before Trents arm bumped against her thigh from behind, his other hand catching her shoulder and lifting her up in bridal fashion with an uncanny amount of skill. He’d had plenty of practice, though who he’d practiced it on was something he didn’t want to think about right now.

Carrying Chloe in his arms, he made his way to the bedroom, holding Chloe close to protect her from the chilly air that clawed at his exposed muscles. He carefully laid her on the bed, looking her over with a loving smile before tucking her beneath the sheets much like a parent. He knew he was being overly forceful now, but he wanted to make their first time as close to his fantasies as he could. Not only for himself, but for Chloe as well so that it’d be something she could remember fondly, opposed to something she’d regret or quite possibly even worse, forget.

Hooking his hand over his soaked boxers, he looked at Chloe nervously, not really sure what to do for a moment. Asking for permission to strip now seemed like a stupid idea, but she had requested he undress somewhere other than infront of her. Taking a few more moments and indicating his intentions clearly, he slowly slid his boxers off, his hard pulsating cock slapping against his firm defined abs, not only was he much larger than the average male, but he was significantly thicker too. And the heat it emanated was scorching, having been teased consistently over the past two days, it twitched madly, seeking release from the slightest of stimulation. Trent looked nervously at Chloe, not entirely sure what her reaction would be if she chose to watch. Experienced girls took delight in larger, thicker cocks, but for girls who were going through their first time, it was more than a little intimidating.

Pulling the bedsheets up and sliding under himself, the sheets were considerably warmer than the air around them, and he could faintly smell Chloe’s scent with the warmth. He reminded himself not to rush things. He needed to think with his head…. Not that head, the other one. And the first thing he had to make sure of was whether Chloe was absolutely sure about this. There was no going back after the deed had been done, and quite frankly, Trent didn’t think he’d be able to stop once he got started…. But then again he wasn’t too confident in his ability to stop as things were already. “Chloe, are…. Are you sure you’re willing to do this with me?” he asked sounding concerned. Trent had dreamt of this moment for far too long, but Chloe had had only a day or two to prepare, and he wanted her to enjoy what was to come just as much, if not more than he would.
 
((Slow post. Mainly because I'm a little sleepy. I knew I should have taken a nap at lunch time. xD))

Chloe's mouth almost hung open as she looked at her brother, the sight before her sexy enough to leave her speechless. With his red hair still wet and the droplets rolling down his muscular chest, she felt like biting her lip. No wonder he was a model, because he looked like he came out of a picture and her honestly made her mind go blank. Nevertheless, she quickly closed her mouth as she noticed he was looking her way. Just when she was about to take the towel from his hand, however, she scowled at him seeing how he pulled his hand back, figuring he was teasing her once again. But, before she knew it, the towel was over her head, with her recalling the times Trent would do this after every bath they would take as kids. Still, she was old enough now to dry herself, and she was sure he would only mess up her hair in a funny way. Thus, as soon he was done with her head, she quickly tried to fix her hair some way or another, having some difficulty with it given that she couldn't see herself.

This only led to her being taken aback as he lifted her up in his arms like a bride. She was seriously getting annoyed with her cheeks as they blushed at this mere action. Well 'mere' she would say, but she actually liked it more than he would think. She especially liked it how he had the strength to carry her in his arms like that as if she was as light as a feather. It made her feel all tingly inside, having such strong arms wrapped around her and keeping her tight to his broad chest. With how focused she was on him, she could ignore even the cold temperature of the room as long as she would feel his body close to hers.

She shivered as her skin came in contact with the cold sheets, however, and hoped he would join her as soon as possible. But, as he revealed his intentions, she averted her eyes awkwardly, still sober enough to be embarrassed at the sight of Trent being completely nude before her. She wasn't sure how would she react to that anyway. Thus, the best option seemed to be averting her glance and look anywhere else but not at his shaft. Besides, if his member was proportional with the rest of his body, or better said, as 'muscular' as him, she figured it would only make her too nervous after seeing it. She was a virgin in the end, and that was already something to make her nervous as it was. Knowing that he would be big would only make her hesitant and probably ruin everything before it would even start.

Once he did get under the covers, she slowly shifted her glance to him, feeling surprisingly much warmer now. Seeing his serious expression, she could almost predict his question. Blushing and rolling her eyes, she clicked her tongue. "Like you'd actually want to stop if I told you to." she mumbled and then looked him in the eyes, her lips curving into a smile as her hands cupped his cheeks. "I'm not running, am I?" she answered his question with her own, before she swallowed. "Just... try to be... um... gentle. At least until the pain is over." she requested in a lower voice, clearly embarrassed talking about things related to sex itself.
 
The smile on Trent’s face flickered a bit when she responded to his question. Somewhat annoyed that she’d respond to such a serious question with a snide remark. What probably got to him the most though was the fact that she was right. He didn’t want to stop, but if he had to, if he really had no other alternative he was willing to relieve himself instead. As embarrassing as it would be, he was sure that having Chloe so close and watching him would result in the most powerful orgasm he’d ever felt, it’d be nothing compared to if she gave him the real deal, but it should be enough to calm his raging manhood….. maybe. “Chloe I’m serious” he stated looking at her with a concerned expression. He wanted this badly, but having Chloe ‘endure’ it for his sake was something he’d rather avoid. If they were going to do this, he wanted her to want him just as much as he wanted her.

Reaching out to her and pulling her head against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her lovingly, giving a few moments grace for Chloe to think about it, and also to keep warm as the bed wasn’t quite warm yet. The feeling of another body against his was simply amazing, and the fact that it was Chloe’s only made it a hundred times better. Her request however seemed to make Trent a bit nervous, his body tensing as he looked down at her warily. “I-I’ll try” he murmured, not looking too sure of himself. “I’ve never actually done this with a…well you know, virgin before” he continued, looking a bit ashamed that he lacked experience where it counted. Truth was that he’d intentionally been avoiding inexperienced girls as he somehow felt a girls first time was that important. He was a complete douche when it came to how he treated his past girlfriends, but at the same time, he didn’t want to be the guy that had deflowered them and left a irreparable scar in them, knowing their first time had been with a guy who didn’t even love them for who they were. But what they reminded him of.

Not wanting to stall the experience any longer, and wanting to hear those cute little moans again his hand trailed down her body, gliding over her breast, stomach and waist before once again reaching her sex. His fingers slipping inside her once again, her pussy still a bit wet from earlier, it felt completely different when it wasn’t submerged in water. Penetrating her once more, he kept he only pushed the tip of his finger in, not wanting to risk breaking anything with his finger, it might have been rather lame of him, but he was bent on breaking Chloe’s hymen with something much harder and thicker than his fingers. The though caused his cock to swell with excitement, as it seemed to acknowledge it would be the one for the job, He’d tried to keep his manhood away from her thus far, noting how she’d avoided looking at it earlier, but the desire overcame him and he pressed his hips forward grinding himself against the soft smooth flesh between her thigh and vagina, while she had missed her opportunity to see it earlier, she could definitely feel it now, the massive length pulsing with heat, seemingly generating it’s own heat and rhythmic beat began rubbing himself against Chloe, moaning her name and hugging her tightly. Trying to bring her in closer to him the intensify the friction.
 
((Yep. Was stuck on my cellphone again.))

Well, maybe answering with another question wasn't such a good idea. But, she really was serious about it, else she would have protested about this much earlier, just like she did the previous night, anyway. She really wanted to have her first time with him, and nobody else. It was the earlier event that made her realize how much he meant for her. When she was about to be violated, the first person to come into her mind was Trent, and awkwardly enough, for a couple of moments, her biggest concern was whether he would still love her if that filthy man would have taken her virginity, instead of being worried about her safety. She was sure somewhere along the way she lost her reasoning, or better yet her mind, but she didn't bother to be worried about this matter at the moment. It was too late to go back on her decision, because once she had a taste of what he could make her feel like, the temptation was too big to actually not go farther. "I'm more serious than you might think." she finally whispered, reassuring him as he wrapped his arms around her.

Unfortunately for Trent, the brunette did notice he was suddenly a bit nervous after hearing her request. The look on his face surely didn't feel that confident into managing such a 'task'. At his first answer, she frowned slightly. "What do you me-" she mumbled before he continued with his explanation. She wasn't sure whether to be glad that he didn't take another girl's first time before, or be worried at the thought that this could actually hurt even more than she expected. Still, what could she say now? She would just have to bear with it then, at least until the pain would fade away. Besides, she figured it couldn't be that bad. Complaining about this had no use and it would just ruin the mood most likely. Moreover, he wasn't at fault here. No one was in fact. Now her only hopes were that he would not be too big. She did hear about some guys being more... endowed than others, but seeing how they were related, and she didn't have much of a developed body, maybe... or maybe not. After all, even though they were siblings their only similarities were the color of their eyes and hair, his hair was dyed, but naturally, it was black just like hers. Aside from those, their bodies were probably the opposites.

Chloe didn't ponder on that too much longer, tough, as his hand trailed down her body. It was a good thing she did discard the towel somewhere under the sheets seeing how it would just stop her from feeling such a nice sensation from his fingers tickling her soft skin. The lower it went, the more excited she was, eyes fluttering closed again, slipping her hands under his arms to reach his back and rest them on it. "Mnn..." The moan slipped past her lips once she felt his fingers inside her. This felt much more embarrassing, but arousing too, being able to see each other's face and expression. It was so much easier to be turned on simply by being watched by him and being able to see him too. However, soon enough, she felt something against her lower area. Something which pulsed with warmth and was quite... big, for what she actually anticipated. Nevertheless, his moans and his hips grinding against her, feeling his shaft against her lower lips sent shivers up her spine. As good as it felt, she could almost ignore the fact that it would be painful if his length was so think and long. In fact, the heat, the pleasurable sensation and the excitement made her juices slip past her sex lips, slightly coating his cock with the warm liquid. Legs slowly spreading just enough to make herself more comfortable, she arched her back upward, forcing her mounds to meet his chest and brush against it. Hands moving again to his cheeks, she dragged his face closer to hers, this time she being the one to initiate a lustful kiss.
 
He was sort of relieved to hear that Chloe wasn’t just mocking him when she’d responded with a question earlier. Despite it being a hushed whisper the look in her eyes were just as serious as Trent’s and the way her arms wrapped around his back and pulled him in closer was more than enough to assure him that she wasn’t just going along with this because it was what Trent wanted. He immediately regretted admitting his inexperience with virgin’s, seeing the concerned look on her face was enough to make his reconsider whether this would actually worth it, as much as he wanted her, he didn’t want to see her crying and in pain, and now that he thought about it, perhaps there was an easier, less painful way for her to lose her virginity to him?... Though where he’d even start looking for such information was beyond him. Furthermore there was no time for research now since he wasn’t sure there’d be a next time if he stopped now and gave Chloe time to reconsider if this was what she really wanted. Part of him told him it was wrong to take advantage of Chloe after what she’d gone through, but his mind was convinced this was bound to happen sooner or later, and the sooner he took it, the easier it would be on both of them.

Completely taken off guard, Trent gasped into the kiss, recoiling for only a moment, before he responded back to the kiss with renewed passion. This would be the second time Chloe had kissed him, but this time there’d been no prompts, she’d simply taken it upon herself and made the first move. The simple act causing his heart to burn with passion, he could feel his cheeks once again heating up, unused to receiving so much affection, He slipped his hand under her back, keep her arched back pressed against him by holding her in midair with one hand. The same hand caressing her smooth back and memorizing the shape of her body, the way it felt and tensed at his touch. This was much better than any fantasy, and his previous encounters with women couldn’t even compare, and they hadn’t even actually gotten to the actual sex yet.

A second finger joined the first, fingering her even deeper, and teasing her insides with his long fingers. Seeking out the hymen and rubbing it gently, careful not to press into it too much as he began thrusting against it, pushing ever so gently against it to get her used to the feeling of having something pressing against it, he wasn’t sure how much discomfort it’d create, but judging from the way her sexual juices splashed onto his cock it couldn’t have been too bad. Furthermore her moans were continuing, the hypnotizing sounds edging him closer and closer to release. He grunted quietly as he rubbed his cock against her body harder and harder, precum dribbling out of the tip and smearing her stomach with a mixture of both his and her pre-sex juices before his hips grazed against them, smearing them into her skin as if to mark her as his own.

He’d never thought of the juices as anything more than natural lubricant, but for the first time ever his mind had been intrigued by it. Wanting to know how she tasted, it would be the last chance he ever got to taste a virgin’s fluids, and it wasn’t like being shy would accomplish anything anyway. Pulling his fingers away, he broke the kiss, curling his fingers infront of his mouth before lewly lapping at the juices, his face still close enough that had the juices been scented, Chloe would have gotten a clear whiff of her own scent. “You won’t mind if I taste you?” he asked more a statement that a question. He was already attacking her neck with vicious kisses, his lips travelling lower and lower with each kiss, his tongue lapping eagerly at her breasts, he made a mental not to come back to them later, but at the moment he wanted a taste of something much sweeter.
 
Needless to say that Chloe was a little worried when she saw he was surprised at her kiss. However, she soon realized why he really was that taken aback, because this was the first time she was kissing him by her own will. Maybe the second time actually, but for this one she didn't need to be told to kiss him. Despite her inability to keep her eyes open for long due to the pleasure which made her mind go blank, she took a peek to see him just as red as she was. Then again, she could easily feel his cheeks warmer in the palms of her slightly colder hands. Kisses like this one were the best, that was already decided. Sharing the same passion, warmth, their fluids mixing in a lustful way, it caused her to feel like her head was spinning. She shortly came to love being in his arms and giving in to whatever he planned to do with her. Feeling his lips on hers, his body against her, one hand teasing her sex while the other felt her back, all these aroused her and built up some tension in her lower region, almost to the point where it bothered her, just like an itch begging to be scratched.

Her eyes opened in surprise as another finger joined the first, both of them going deeper, forcing her to moan into his mouth. With this, the so called itch wasn't so intense anymore, but it was still there. She lightly squirmed, unable to stay put as his long fingers teased her insides to no end. Or rather, her body twitched with every movement inside her pussy and her breath became once again coarse, heart threatening to come out of her chest any minute. And from the feels of it, he wasn't any farther from her, given that her stomach now felt wet wet from what she figured it would be both of their juices. She only wondered if he could hold it any longer than this. He was pretty eager to have his way with her the other day, so why wouldn't he be even eager now as their bodies ground against each other in a lewd sort of dance.

When she felt him pulling his fingers away, just like earlier, she was disappointed, but that was soon going to change as she noticed his hand moving up between their faces. Not even in her wildest fantasies, if she ever had some, would she have thought seeing him tasting her juices would be so stimulating. Despite her embarrassment to have him do such a lewd thing, she surely couldn't say something bad about it. In fact, she would have rewarded him if she could. But, before she could think about a reward, she slipped out a moan as her neck was smothered with kisses, lips going lower and lower until they met her breasts. A slightly different loud moan came out of her mouth, already feeling too hot and bothered. If this continued any longer, it would seem like torture. She needed him very soon or else she would probably have an orgasm before the sex itself. Entangling her fingers into his red hair, she tried to catch her breath despite her moans. "I... want it... inside me..." she managed to mumble.
 
Trent blinked in disbelief at hearing what he thought was a request for him to take her. Despite everything they’d done so far, he took a few seconds before he realized her needy request wasn’t a figment of his imagination, but an actual request from the girl he wanted to claim as his own. His cock swelled at the sound of her voice, trying to make its presence known so that it would finally get the attention it had been deprived of for far too long. He looked up at Chloe still a bit surprised, but that could hardly be recognized on his face seeing as how most of his emotions were suppressed by a lustful hungry look that labeled Chloe as already his. And although he desperately wanted to feel his length pounding away inside her, even he knew that without a decent of amount of lubricant he’d be unable to prevent unnecessary pain. As much as he wanted to, he’d have to reject her request this time, an apologetic look in his eyes as he halted his assault and moved up to brush his lips softly against her lips. “I want to be inside you too Chloe” he whispered, his voice laced with so much passion and desire that it sounded as if it were a life or death situation for the man. “But you’re not ready yet, I’m not ready yet, just a bit longer okay?” he asked asking her sweetly as if talking to a child, though a child wouldn’t be getting groped so lewdly as things were explained to her.

“You look so delicious, so sweet and beautiful it’d be a waste to rush straight to the sex” placing a hand on her lower stomach he caressed it carefully like a mother would do to her unborn child. “I’ll be in here soon enough, just let me quench my thirst first.” He whispered, wasting no time, as his head quickly disappeared beneath the covers, his large body looking nearly comical shuffling under the sheets. Trent couldn’t have cared less about how silly he looked right now as his sense of smell was immediately rewarded with the thick scent of Chloe’s arousal. The scent of her body ten times, no a hundred times more potent having been bottled up beneath the sheets, he continued his descent, unable to stay true to his word as he lightly kissed her stomach, the taste of their mixed juices sending tingling waves of delight though his mouth, it wasn’t as bitter as he thought it’d be, infact it was nearly as sweet as he imagined it would be. His mouth already watering in anticipation as he finally reached his goal, his breathing becoming short and rugged like that of a dog in heat as his nostrils were filled with the delightful scent of her sex. His heated breath flowing over her pussy.

“Looks like you’re a bit wetter than I thought you’d be, you really want me that bad huh?” he teased, his voice a bit muffled under the sheets. He’d never been so aroused in his entire life, and a part of him was regretting denying her earlier request. Wanting nothing more than plunge himself into those warm inviting folds, his lips were quickly moistened as he licked them hungrily. Using his forefinger and middle finger to part her pussy open as he leaned in, blowing softly on her insides before bringing his lips down on her. He slick wet tongue immediately darting out and collecting up the sweet nectar with a long lustful brush of her vagina, his tongue travelling awfully slowly as if to soak up the juices which were already there, he finished with a light flick of his tongue over her clit, before his tongue returned to its original position, swirling around inside her slit.Occassionally returning inside Trent’s mouth to quickly deposit whatever treasures it had accumulated.
 
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