Keeping it in the Family (Alvis & Sweetest.Sin)

[Alvis Alendran]

The house loomed back into view as the car rounded the last bend in the winding lane that led to it. James breathed a sigh as he pulled into the garage. It wasn't that he hated living here. It really wasn't. A smaller house in an upper class neighbourhood still gave them a lot of space, and a lot of provacy, which was a great thing to have while still living in the city. Granted, it was pain that you had to take the car just to get the mail, but it saved him a half hour of walking. He got out of the car, and stretched. James was not a huge person, just over five and a half feet tal. he was lean, but trim, he'd kept in good shape thanks to the pool in the backyard, and the school swim team. His black hair looked eternally musses up slightly, no matter what he did to it, short of using a half bottle of gel, and that just seemed like way too much effort. His eyes were a vivd green, something of a family trait in a lot of members. He slapped the button that shut the garage as he went inside.

His parents weren't home. Again. Nothing to be surprised about. They were exploring new frontiers in the business that they'd worked so hard to establish. Things had slowed down for a number of year, making sure they could keep close for their children, but now they were both older. Which to them meant that they were able to take care of themselves, and no longer needed to be looked after. That meant business trips. Lots of them. Leaving James with his younger sister. The thought was in James mind that he was old enough, he could just move out. But the he'd be living in a broom closet of an apartment, instead of here, and that just seemed like a terrible idea all around.

At the very least, his parents hadn't forgotten where they'd come from, which was lower middle class, and trhe house still looked lived in, and not like some kind of museum. He paced through the kitchen, pausing to grab a coke out of the fridge, before moving to the living room. Only to find it already occupied. His sister was there already, but hadn't quite noticed him yet. His gaze lingered on her as he stayed quiet. She was...all grown up now. To say the least.

 

[sweetest.sin]

The computer screen was growing increasingly dull as Samantha worked on her thesis statement for one of her many lecture classes. Sighing, she shut her laptop lightly, and set it aside so she could stretch. She probably wouldn't even bother working so hard, if it weren't the fact that her spot on the soccer team demanded excellence in the academic department. Leaning back, she let her slender frame stretch outward, unaware of her brother's presence at the time. Her bright green eyes stared up at the ceiling for a few moments, wondering if anyone was home yet, though she doubted it. No one ever seemed to be home.

Samantha was a very well proportioned girl; full thighs, a round ass, large breasts and fair skin. It wasn't uncommon for men to take notice, but lately she had been catching her brother, James, looking at her as other men did... And it just didn't quite sit right with her. Standing up, she pulled her long, black locks back into a hair tie and sighed as she peered down at her laptop in annoyance. Pulling her leg up, she help it by her head for a moment, before switching to the other. These stretches were harder for some of the other girls, but she had always been more flexible and it didn't even faze her to do such things to loosen up.

Turning around, she jumped as she realized her brother had been standing behind her. "Damn it James! How long have you been standing there? You scared the shit out of me..." She yelled, crossing her arms as she peered at her brother disapprovingly. He was staring at her the way he had been recently... It was like he was undressing her with his eyes almost, though she tried to push such thoughts from her mind. He was her brother, and they had always been close until recently, it was beyond wrong of her to assume he had such dark thoughts running through his head.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

James paused, looking at his sister going through some paces to loosen up. It was...quite a show, he had to admit. He kept quiet, just drinking out of his coke can, and taking in the view. She was...bendy in all the right ways. He wondered if his sister had ever taken advantage of that with a boyfriend. But he also wasn't really up to date on his sister's love life. Or even if she had one. School seemed to be keeping her hellishly busy. He remembered the days or early college, and that it hadn't exactly been a lot of fun. But the hardest years of college were over with for him. These days he spent more time being a Teaching assistant and tutor at teh university. The money wasn't bad, and gave him unlimited access to the facilities. They did have a very impressive pool after all, and he loved to be able to really challenge himself with swimming.

The show ended when she looked over her shoulder at him. He inwardly sighed. Such a shame. He admit to himself that whenever she yelled at him these days it grated on his nerves more and more. A part of him really wanted to give her something to yell about. The way she might be screaming if he bent her over the couch, and...he let his mind trail off. He'd taken about a second longer than a fast reply to her words than he should have, but not so long as to make it utterly awkward.
"Not too long. Ma and dad fucked off to Germany or some damned thing. So it's just us for a while. " he said idly, half turning to go before looking at her. "And Sam?" He waited a beat before speaking again. "Don't. Fucking yell at me again, okay?" He didn't really leave much room for an argument, it was just a bald faced statement, packed in with the threat of unpleasantness.

 

[sweetest.sin]

Frowning, Samantha just stood there, dumbfounded by her brother's words as he left. She hadn't meant to upset him, now she felt terrible, not only had she assumed he was a dirty perv, but she had made him upset as well. Looking down for a moment, she wondered if she should stop him and apologize, but took to long to decide as he left. She then ran into the kitchen and peered into the fridge hopefully, looking at the almost bare ingredients that laid inside. Pursing her lips, she sighed, it had been a while since they went grocery shopping... Thankfully though, there was everything she needed to make her brothers's favorite soup. Without a thought more she grabbed the apron and started to cook, hoping the smell would get him to come out so she could apologize to him properly. It seemed like it had been ages since they last had a conversations like they used to, and Sam wanted to fix that somehow. Perhaps her brother had been staring at her, trying to find the words to fix things...

As the soup was near completion, Samantha grabbed two bowls from one of the cupboards and two spoons from the drawer, and then placed some rolls in the oven. Looking back towards her brother's room, she bit her lip, and decided to go get him instead of waiting. She slowly walked down the hall to his room, and stood at the door for a moment, nervous. Finally, she worked up the nerve and knocked on the door lightly. "James? I'm sorry for yelling... I didn't mean to make you mad..." she paused for a moment, hoping for a response, "my classes just have me stressed and I took it out on you... But I made dinner. So will you forgive me and come out? Pretty please?" she pleaded, her hand rested lightly on the door knob for a moment, before she took a step back, hoping he'd come out.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

James was lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling, sighing. Gods, he knew there was something wrong with his head these days. There were a few women at the university that had caught his eye, and he'd spent time with them, but as time wore on he was getting increasingly more fixated on how those women just weren't as good as his own sister. He put his arm over his eyes with a sigh. Damn it all to hell. This was a not at all what he'd been hoping for. He needed to eat. And then maybe hit the pool. Twenty laps of the pool always helped clear his head. This was all sounding like a good idea. He could eat some of the precious few leftovers in the fridge, avoid his sister. This all sounded like a better and better idea. He was about to get up when he realized something.

Through his closed door, he could smell...something with bread baking. And soup. A rich, heavy soup that made him faintly groan. Of course. His sister was probably feeling guilty about getting him to snap. And so she was doing something to try and make amends. Shit. Well this was complicated. He was about to go out and see what was about when he heard her talking. Apologizing. Of course she was. His sister, no matter that she sometimes drove him a little batty, was always a good person. He'd admired that in her. Of course that hadn't helped to divert his new fixations. He heard the knob rattle just slightly, as though she had thought of coming in, but decided against it. That could seen as intrusive. Breathing a sigh, he knew that she'd unknowingly backed him into a corner. Nothing for it now. He had to go out there, and deal with things.

He opened the door quietly, not at all surprised to see her standing there. And in an apron. He paused just a second, a bare second, taking in the way the apron really did help accentuate her form, and he couldn't help but appreciate that. He pulled his gaze to her face with an effort, and sighed.
"I've...got some crap at teh university that's got me on edge Sam. So...I took that out on you. So...how about we call it even, and have dinner?" He asked, putting some of the old ease that they used to have with one another into his words. He put a hand on her shoulder, and squeezed, a small gesture like he'd done a million times in the past. He used that contact to lead them both towards teh kitchen to eat something. It also let him notice that his sister's arm was pretty soft, yet he could still feel the strength that she got from her soccer games in it. Not up to his own level, but he outweighed her by better than forty pounds, so that was hardly surprising. Quite a young woman, was his little sister.

 

[sweetest.sin]

As he spoke, she smiled happily, relieved he wasn't upset with her any longer. He always seemed to have something bothering him lately, and Samantha couldn't figure out what it was... He always looked at her differently and it was so odd, it almost scared her, how he would just stand their, letting his eyes wander over her every curve... Thinking about it gave her goosebumps, so she pushed the thoughts out of her mind as he led her back to the kitchen. She slowly walked over to the oven and pulled out the rolls she had prepared. "There weren't any frozen ones in the fridge so I had to make these by hand... I don't know if they will e any good... But the soup will for sure!" She said, trying to remain optimistic. She always doubted her cooking skills, even though she had never prepared anything less than delicious. Moving the pot of soup off the eye, she turned it off and removed the lid so it could cool, looking down into the soup, she seemed to get lst in her thoughts for a moment, what she was thinking was unclear, but she she quickly snapped out of it and smiled at her brother. The way she moved was so graceful, and every curve seemed to flow perfectly as she did things, it was hard to believe that she was such a rough player on the field by looking at her do daily tasks.

She looked back at him curiously. "If you want, I can put your soup in your canister so you can take it to the pool with you." She paused as they reached the kitchen, "I know you like to swim when you have something on your mind." She finished, hoping to ease whatever was weighing on him. Back when they were young, he would tell her everything, and when it scared her, he always promised to protect her from it. She smiled, remembering his words, and the determined look he'd always get.. She had forgotten how much she used to depend on him when they were young. Suddenly, she turned and hugged him, pressing herself close to him for a moment before pulling back and looking up at him. "Please, never be afraid to talk to me if you need to." She said, before turning back to the stove. She grabbed the bowls and quickly poured the soul into each of them, also grabbing her brother's canister from the cabinet from above, in case he wanted it. She put a roll in his bowl and then turned back to him, holding out his bowl and canister, smiling slightly.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

James had to bite his tongue, and lean on the table. It was safer than speaking as he watched Sam move through the kitchen. She was always so...alluring really with how she moved. And it was a very fine view from behind, he had to admit. For the last little while, it had been a force of effort not to slap her ass every time she walked close by him. He had no idea the potential backlash and consequences of that, unless he could somehow dress it up in a way that made it look perfectly innocent, in the way of teasing her, not getting a certain satisfaction out of the action. He watched as she pulled the rolls out. And they did smell incredibly good. Damn it, his sister sure as hell knew how to cook. Her own hangups on it had made him smile and shake his head over the years.

It was one of the reasons he'd been more reluctant to move out. He'd lose easy access to her cooking skills. He heard her as she made the offer about the canister for him hitting the pool. It sounded like a good idea. But he did also want to actually make something of an effort to make sure that she felt more a part of things, and not that he was trying to put distace between them. Before his mind caught up with his mouth, words were coming.
"That sounds like a good idea Sam. If you're feeling stressed out, why don't you join me in the pool? We can both do a few laps, relax in the water. Kind of...hang out. like we used to." He said easily. He inwardly winced. Oh Gods, what was he saying? This was likely not going to end well for him, but then again, it was a nice gesture to her he supposed. And besides, last time he'd seen his sister swimming it had been years ago, when she'd been nervous about wearing her one piece because of how form fitting it had become. He knew she'd been to the beach with friends a few times, so he didn't know if her fashions had changed. But anyway, it had been said. Too late to take it back now.

 

[sweetest.sin]

Looking at him, a bit surprised by his offer, she smiled wide "I'd love to!" she said happily, setting the soup on the counter, kissing his cheek and disappearing down the hall as she ran to her room. She was so excited she didn't even shut her bedroom door all the way, and just stripped off her cloths on her way to her dresser. She stopped a moment to look herself over n her mirror, wondering if she should maybe tone up a little more. Her ass was firm enough, she had a small, fairly define stomach... Her breasts were large and perky... The thing that bothered her most was her thighs, they had filled out quite a bit, not in a bad way, but enough to bug her. Shaking it off she turns back to her dresser and starts to rummage through her swim suits, her best friend had trashed anything modest and replaced them with sexy bikinis last time they had gone to the beach. Samantha sighed and grabbed the most simple one she could find, a black spaghetti strap. She slowly stepped into the bottoms, pulling them over her ass and then checking it out in the mirror to make sure it looked somewhat decent. Shaking her head, she put on the top, and grabbed her towel, and returned to the kitchen only to notice her brother had already grabbed his soup and went out to the pool. Reaching into the cabinet, she grabbed her canister and poured the soup into it, then went to the back door.

Walking out, she sat her towel and soup on one of the chairs, and made sure her hair tie was in tight enough. She walked over to the pool and sat down at the edge, letting her legs sit in the water for a moment. the lights from the pool reflected off her body, making it seem to glow slightly as she fought herself on jumping in or getting in slowly. She pursed her soft, full lips together for a moment as she thought, hoping her brother wouldn't think her swimsuit was too inappropriate. Her breasts seemed to have gotten a bit bigger, because they didn't seem to fit into the top very well... she hadn't noticed that before leaving her room, and thought about going to change.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

The kiss on the cheek set off a small firestorm in James mind, and he had to fight the urge to grab her, and give her a more...satisfying kiss. One with some tongue, and maybe some hand action up under her shirt and... he shook his head, and poured out soup into a canister. He had to go. Now. Before he gave into the urge to do something...creepy. He moved quietly. It was always how he wlked, adn it had earned him a few playful cuffs from family members when he seemingly just appeared around them, never giving away his position with steps. He had to go past Sam's room to his own, and he made it past the without an incident. He got into his swim short easily, settling them on his waist. They weren't his competition shorts, the tight fitting uncomfortable things. Just loose, baggy, and suitable for being in the pool for enjoyment. He threw a towel over his shoulder, taking just a half second to look at himself. There was a full elngth mirror in every bedroom in the house, his parents letting the kids pick whichever room they wanted. It never mattered. He was still in excellent trim, very little fat anywhere on him, lean, toned muscle mass that gave him the right profile to cut through the water quickly. He'd been given an invite to try out for the olympics one year, but had declined, not wanting to give up everything else in his life to train. He left his room.

He was going passed her room, adn he hesitated, noticing that the door was open slightly. He got a flash of her bare back, and how she was sliding her pants down. He turned away instantly, padding along the hall to the kitchen, feeling himself growing hard at the thought of what he'd seen. Damn it all, why did his sister have to be hot? And that hot? He head out the back door, setting his towel and canister on one of the small poolside tables. He didn't hesitate farther, just diving in. The water was warm, his parents sparing no expense on the heated pool. It was still cool enough to refresh him, and bring his mind into perfect clarity. Of course, his mind had been on his sister's very fine ass, so there was a downside. He pushed himself to swim though, doing a full three laps around the large pool before his senses noted that Sam had arrived. He arrested his momentum, and looked up at her.

"Heeeyyyy Sam." His first word drew out as he had to do a double take. Well holy shit, Sam had grown up nicely. And her fashion had changed a lot. And it showed a lot of rather desirable traits. His logical side told him he might want to point out that she looked like she might risk falling out of her top a little, but his mouth was ahead of his brain again. "It's a good look for you. You coming in, or just watching?" He asked her, a smile on his face, just like it had been all the times they'd teased each other when they were younger. The fading light of the sky let the lights around the pool light her in the most flattering way possible to him. He was glad he was neck deep in the water to hide how turned on he was seeing her like this.

 

[sweetest.sin]

Blushing at her brother's teasing, she stuck her tongue out at him "James... Don't tease me! I'm coming, I promise!" She exclaimed happily, jumping in, careful not to get her hair wet. It was definitely a change, when they were younger, she never cared about getting her hair wet. She swam up to him, smiling devilishly now, which was now more sexy then sisterly, as it had been when they were children. She then proceeded to splash him lightly, smiling more, not noticing how her breasts bounced as she moved. She was just enjoying being near her brother again. It had been too long, and even though she hadn't said anything, she was very lonely lately. Her friends had all transferred to a sorority house and were too busy to pay her any mind, and she didn't ever say yes to any of the guys that asked her out on campus. Her social life was nearly dead at that point, so the interaction was more than welcomed.

She slowly pulled the hair tie from her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders, and dipping her head under the water for a moment. As she came up, it was clear why she had been getting modeling offers left and right for the past few months. Her complexion seemed flawless, and her hair seemed to fall around her like some crazy sexy mermaid flick. She licked her lips for a moment, as she concentrated to tighten her bikini top, which had already come loose. After fixing it, she looked at her brother curiously, wondering what it was that he was thinking about. Things had been so tense lately, and she was determined to figure out what was wrong with him and somehow fix it if she could... But the looming fear she had developed of him kept creeping into her mind. Something was wrong, she could feel it, and something in her midn told her to get away, but she kept ignoring it.

"So what's been bugging you James?" She asked, "Is it girl problems or something? You know, I have a pretty dangerous kick, I could always mess up some nose jobs!" She said smiling as she bragged about her skills with a soccer ball. She got closer to him, looking up into his eyes seriously now, the concern in her eyes was clear. She bit her bottom lip nervously as she peered up at her brother, she hadn't realized he'd grown so much... It was kind of scary how tall and fit he was, though she tried to push the thoughts aside and give him the benefit of the doubt as her big brother. She tried to take a step back, give him some space, but her clumsiness decided to take hold of her and she went forward instead of back. Her body pressed into his and she looked up at him, her face turning bright red now, "S-sorry.... J-james...." she mumbled out, moving away from him as quickly as she could.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

There were times when the years didn't matter, and they still goofed around like they were children. The way she stuck her tongue out, that was a habit that stretched back as long as James could remember. Though it did make him smile, he had the image of that tongue in his mouth. He had to shake it off as she slid into the water. The smile on her face elicited a whole new host of reactions in him, giving her a more predatory look, like she was vamping out on him. The erection that he'd managed to suppress with his laps was back, and at full attention. Gods, he was glad that he was underwater, and that it was getting dark enough to not show easily.

She was killing him. Either accidentally, or she was deliberately leading him towards the thought of doing unspeakable things to her. The way she wet her hair, let it loose, then adjusted her top. His experience with swimming told him that the top she'd chosen was more for show that practicality. She'd be adjusting it all night, assuming she didn't just lose it completely. The thought of her losing it caused him to twitch under the water, and he had to take a moment to suppress himself. Damn it damn it damn it, why had he done this? Nothing good was going to come of this, he knew it.

Her words of concern were actually touching, reminding him that this was his sister, and they'd always been there for one another over the years. He'd knocked out a few jerks that had been looking for an easy conquest in her, and she'd always been there to let him know which scheming bitches were making plots for him. They'd always had each other's back. That thought helped center him, and he smiled as she pointed out she had an impressive kick. Looking up at him was almost inevitable, his sister was not he tallest person he knew, and she'd never win contests for height. But the way she bit her lip, it was in a very nervous way, as though thinking about asking him something that she shouldn't. Then it was either her master stroke, or a complete screw over from fate. She slipped on the pool, and went forward into him. He caught her, not letting her head go under the water, but she still made full contact with him, and he felt her large, well formed breasts pillow against his chest, that material of her top leaving nothing to the imagination. She was apologizing, moving to pull away from him.

Something in James snapped, some level of control that he'd been trying so hard to keep under wraps. But now, there had just been too much stimulus to him. He was running far more on instinct than logic, and that had only one goal. His hands landed on her arms, keeping her fairly close to him, not letting her pull away.
"Don't be Sam. It's okay." He told her, one of his hands going up to brush a finger along her cheek. His mind screamed at him to let her go, challenge her to a lap around the pool, dunk her under the water, do something normal! But before he knew it, he had leaned in close and kissed her, full on the lips. He'd crossed the line now, burned his bridge, and was well and truly going over the Rubicon. No turning back now.

 

[sweetest.sin]

Samantha's eyes widened in shock as James leaned in and kissed her, she could feel his warmth against her and she quickly pulled away from him with what little strength she could manage. Her green eyes seemed to pierce into him, they were full of confusion, fear and something else that couldn't quite be read. She tried to pull away from him, but he still had a hold of her arms, which caused her to panic immediately. "James....? Why....?" was all she could manage as she looked up at him in complete shock. She struggled a bit more causing her top to finally give, but this distracted him enough for her to break away, and she covered herself and quickly turned away and rushed to get out of the pool. Not even bothering to grab her towel, she ran inside and went straight the the bathroom near the kitchen. She slammed the door, and just stared at the mirror blankly, trying to replay what had happened in her head. She was so distracted, she had forgotten to lock the door.

Her thoughts swirled around in her head as if they were a train about to derail and crash. How could he? What was he thinking? Was it a mistake? She couldn't quite understand what was happening with him, and it scared her even more. She hadn't kissed anyone since high school it seemed, and she never thought her next kiss would be her own brother! She finally calmed down and walked out, tying her top back, and looking at the ground, her body was dripping wet, and the cold air of the house caused her to begin to shiver. All she did was stand there though, lost in some blank trance it seemed, until finally she stormed up to him, frowning.

"What the hell happened? What was that?" She said, somewhat loudly, it was a habit for her to get loud and angry when she couldn't understand something. And there was nothing about what had happened that made any sense to her. She frowned more, backing away from him a bit, but still visibly angry with him, though a slight hint of fear was apparent in her eyes. "You can't do things like that James! Not to me!" she yelled, trying her hardest to calm down, but unable to, she turned and stormed back into the house, stopping in the living room. She stared up at the ceiling, her whole body shaking now, but every curve seemed to shake in just the right way, every shout seemed to make her breasts puff out and bounce around, her hips swayed perfectly as she stormed around... She didn't seemed to notice or care about any of this, all she could do was yell at him, storm around, and just stare.

Turning back to him, she glared "Why the hell did you have to do something like that James!?" She yelled, her anger was purely induced by her fear and confusion, but it was there none the less, it was odd to see her so upset, usually she never gets this far. She has always been fairly level headed and calm, and her anger now was enough to take hold of anyone and sweep them away. She crossed her arms, causing her breasts to press together, which looked way more inviting than she had realized.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

He was keeping her close, ready to keep going, but then her top was loose, and Gods that was a sight he'd not been expecting to see anytime soon. But there it was, and the moment caused him to loosen his grip enough that she was loose. And she bolted. She was on the move, heading away from him. And who could blame her? Fuck, what had he just done. He weas struck more than a little dumb for a moment, trying to process what he could do about this. Logically, he could try and make up an excuse. If it wasn't too far fetched, she'd likely believe him. He was her brother after all. But one way or another, staying in the water wasn't going to solve anything. He got out of the pool, doing a brief job of towelling his hair dry. He head back towards the house, ready to try and find some kind of way to smooth things over between them.

And then she was loud and there, her body shivering int he cooler air of the house. His eyes were drawn to the way she was moving from the anger she was feeling. But something else was going on in him. The shouting was triggering a fairly deep seated round of irritation that was fast coming to the fore of his mind. He hated being yelled at. Period. And the way she was moving was doing nothing to restrain the raging hard on he'd acquired from watching her. He still tasted her on his lips, and he liked that taste. He wanted more of it. And it was clear to him that what had happened was going to end up with her telling someone else about the incident. And he couldn't let that happen. And so...in for a penny...

He advanced on her quickly, glad she folded her arms. That made it harder for her to get them loose to react. He came at her in a blind rush, a hand shooting out to catch her around the neck, and push, putting her back hard to the wall. His hand was tight to her neck, and his teeth were visible in a snarling grin.
"What did I fucking say about yelling at me? I hate repeating myself." He snarled at her, his free hand opened and closing as though trying to decide on his course of action.

 

[sweetest.sin]

Samantha gasped as she hit the wall, then her brother's grip grew tight around her throat, and she went silent faster than anything. The fear of him grew as she looked up at him, this was indeed her older brother, the very person who always promised to protect her... But he was also the same person who was holding her by the throat now. She just stood there quietly, in shock for a moment, watching him, unable to fulling process what was happening, and the fear of not know only made her panic even more. She slowly moved her hands up to his and tried to get him to release her, her struggling seemed to do nothing though, which only scared her more. "James... Let me... go... it hurts...." she muttered, shaking from the fear more so than the cold now. Her struggling only made her body brush against his more so then it needed to, and it seemed he wasn't going to release her anytime soon.

Slowly placing her hands on his chest, she tried to push him back, but he wan't budging, and she began to panic even more. Then she realized, she could escape! She quickly kneed him near the balls, not directly but close enough to make him flinch. That was all she needed, she ran from him, holding onto her neck lightly as she turned to look at him. "What's wrong with you James...? Why are you acting like this?" She pleaded, pursing her lips together for a moment, the shaking was bad, her whole body seemed to moved unwillingly, and she just kept backing away from him, until she backed into the couch and fell onto it. She let out a cry in surprise and attempted to get back up, only to slip on a puddle on the floor and fall back into the cushion, also causing her top to untie again, though she stayed still now so it would fall of. She now just laid there, looking at him in fear and confusion. Her bare stomach looked smooth and inviting, her breasts were barely hidden beneath her loose top, her full thighs pressed together, hiding what seemed to be a rare gem in between them. Every part of her looked so invting, even her lips, full and pink, shivering lightly as she stared at him.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

The brushing contact, the struggles, it was...exciting in a lot of ways. The scent of the forbidden was certainly on his mind, and James was certainly looking forward to exploring this. He had half a mind to drag the top off of her, when her knees landed on him. It was a good blow, she had a good amount of strength in her legs after all. He did stagger back, adn that did give her the chance to back away from him. Her fall over the couch was comical to watch, but her second fall made it all seem like it was fated. He advanced on her, not speaking at this point. He'd gone too far. There was no more point in talking. Only time to act. He was passing near a window, and quickly pulled a silky rope from the curtain. It wasn't too long, but he knew from experience it was strong. He'd hung off of things like this as a child, much to his mothers annoyance.

He knew his target. The most dangerous point. He rushed forward, noting every inch of her body that screamed for him to do terrible things, but he had to keep her under control first. His arm went around her legs, pinning htem together, while he swept the rope around her ankles, pulling it tightly, and knotting it firly. It wasn't coming off without some serious time and effort. And now he had her unable to run from him. His hand shot out and pulled the loose top off of her body, exposing so much of her skin, the pair of large, gorgeous breasts to his eyes. He actually grinned, his hands reaching out, pushing past her grasping hands, trying to keep him off of her, one of his hands grabbing onto a breast, squeezing it, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

 

[sweetest.sin]

Watching him, she could barely react before he was on top of her, tying her ankles together. She pleaded to him to stop, but he remained silent, and just smiled down at her as he pulled the top away from her, she tried to cover herself, but her reached for her breasts and she tried to fight his grasp to no avail. She struggled beneath him, trying with all her might to escape, but all her strength was in her legs, and he had made sure to keep them restrained. She pleaded more, as took hold of hr breast and squeezed, crying out as he played with her nipple. They were so sensitive from growing, she couldn't help but moan, which caused her face to redden.

Pleading more, she cried, trying her hardest to free her legs, but he had tied the know too hard for her to escape it. She moaned more as he continued to tease her nipples, making her grow moist in between her legs, her terror did't seem to stop her body from reacting to the stimulation. She continued to plead with him to stop, and to let her go.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

James just shook his head, the pleading that she was doing having no more effect on him than someone pleading him to slow down in a swim race. Her body was feeling great to his hands, and it was making him almost painfully hard. A hand went to her waist, gathering up the bottom of her suit, adn pulled on it. The thin strapping snapped under his efforts, laying her out, completely naked now. He had to admit that he liked everything he saw here. It was so utterly wrong. It was his sister. Sam. They'd been friends as well as siblings. But he'd come this far. No sense in holding back now.

He swung his legs over her, straddling her body. He reached back, and slid his finger over her sex, rubbing along her. It was not an easy fit, not with her legs pressed so tightly together. But he was damned sure he was going to manage it. And so very much more. And soon. He leaned forward, his other hand going back around her neck, squeezing, making it hard to breathe for her, and pressed his lips to her again, kissing her hard this time, raw lust in the gesture, promising far more to come, and soon.

 

[sweetest.sin]

Samantha turned bright red as her brother looked over her now naked body, but before she could react further, he had his hand at her throat again and was kissing her, hard. She loosened her thighs, putting all her attention and strength in getting him to release her throat. She pulled at his hand desperately, not realizing she had just made it easier for him by loosening her legs. She could do nothing as he kissed her, she couldn't believe this was happening, she loved her brother, looked up to him, always depended on him... And here he was taking advantage of her and hurting her in the worst possible ways.

She mumbled and gasped, trying to catch her breath every time she got the chance, she could feel herself getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen, which only made her strength weaken even more. Her hands slid down his arms lightly as she peekedup at him, still wiggling ,ightly beneath him, attempting to break loose somehow.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

He felt her legs start to relax, likely from how he was choking her. But what that let him do was get his hand in place. With a sigh, he sank a finger inside of her, his palm landing on her clit, and rubbing along it. He eased his hand on her neck slightly, letting her get some air in. He didn't want her passing out, or dying on him. His finger was working on her steadily, seeing how she reacted to being outright penetrated like this. And he was glad to feel that she was damp, adn getting more so. He didn't want to wait much longer. He wasn't sure he could.

He took his hand off of her neck completely, And pushed his shorts down somewhat, but enough to free his member from the confines. It was as errect as it could be, and it swung free. Eleven inches long, and three and a half thick, it was a massive implement, and he'd never had any complaints from any of his girlfriends over the years. He grinned down at her, and got his hand back on her neck, pinning her down a moment. He grinned at her, and spoke for the first time since this had really gotten out of hand.
"It'll go easier the less you fight." He warned her.

 

[sweetest.sin]

She gasped as she felt him reach down, her walls tightening around his finger as he penetrated her with it. She could barely believe this was happening, she'd never allowed her past relationships to progress this far. She had no idea what to do, her eyes filled with tears but she was quickly distracted as her brother felt around at her wetness, causing her to cry out slightly, she bite her lip down to avoid making such a noise again. Samantha watched as he released his member from beneath his shorts, and she gaped for a moment, looking even more terrified now. Looking into her brothers eyes, she was about to plead, but he pinned her back down once more, silencing her before she could speak.

Finally he spoke to her, he sounded just like her big brother, so why was he doing this to her? "please... I've never..." she gasped, it was harder to speak with his hand on her throat, "done.. this..." she admitted, she then concentrated on getting the little amount of breaths she could. She looked up at her brother, hoping he would stop, hoping he'd return to normal again, but it didn't seem like he was going to let up.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

It wasn't even a question for him anymore. James honestly doubted he could stop at this point, even if he wanted to. Though if he was honest, there wasn't much in him that did. Her words actually made himpause a moment. She'd never...? He was in a state of almost disbelief. At her age? Looking like she did? It was almost more than he could believe. But she always had been really into her studies and sports, so maybe it did make sense. Still, he had plans. He'd thought to throw her over the couch, take her from behind, but the way she'd relaxed her leags gave him another idea.

He lifted a leg and fed it back through her thighs, then the other ,forcing her legs apart, and around him. It just seemed so intimate like this. He took his finger out of her, surprised at how tight a fit it had been, and shifted. He rubbed the head of his member against the entrance to her, his breathing getting ragged in anticipation.
"Don't worry Sam. I'll be gentle as I can." He said in a soothing voice, that might have actually worked if he wasn't poised to violate his sister irrevocably. With a deep breath, he started to push into her. Tight and hot and wet, he managed to get the head of his cock in her, and he groaned at the feel of it. Oh, it was everything he could have hoped for, and began to press himself farther in. It was a slow going process, a slow inch at a time, until he felt contact with that barrier that proved that she'd never been with a man. With a faint grunt, he pushed past it.

 

[sweetest.sin]

Panic filled her face as he positioned her legs around him, she couldn't escape with her ankles tied together like they were. His words made a pang of pain shoot into her heart, this was indeed her brother, and it seemed as if he needed this more than she realized. Terrified, she gripped his arms as he pushed his head into her, whimpering out softly at first, until he began to push deeper in... Then her cries got louder, turning into moans. When he finally broke her seal, she bit down on her lip hard, still moaning a bit loudly, once his waist met hers she let out a gasp, peeking up at him, through teary eyes. She could feel her walls squeezing tightly against him, pulsing with her heartbeat, which was racing. Her brother was taking her virginity and there was nothing she could do to stop him now.

She held onto his forearms tightly, trying to catch her breath now that he was completely inside her. Her whole body shivered under his warmth, and she could feel every inch of him twitching inside her, it burned and even felt slightly good... The thought made her cringe, and she closed her eyes tightly, wishing it would end.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

James held himself inside of her, feeling her walls pulsing along his shaft, loving every moment of it. He'd been with other women, but not ones that were as tight as this, not ones that felt this good wrapped around him. He took his hand off of her neck, not really seeing the need for it at this point. Besides, he wanted to hear her. He slid his hips back slowly, staying true to his words, being exceptionally gentle with her, before pushing back into her. She'd moaned as he made it into her, so he knew that there was certainly a part of her that was enjoying how this was feeling. And it was his job now to make sure that she found that enjoyment.

His now free hands came up to her breasts, one in each hand, massaging them, and he lowered his mouth to a nipple, running his tongue along it, his teeth lightly nipping at it, all the while maintaining his slow, steady pace of thrusts, nursing her along. There was no thought to what he was going to do after this, he was completely lost in the moment.

 

[sweetest.sin]

As he pulled back, she felt pain shoot up through her body, making her cringe, but her he began to move in and out of her at a slow pace, the pain slowly turned to pleasure. Her thoughts began to go blank, as if he logic had shut down from the over load of emotions. She moaned with his every thrust now, and feeling his hands on her breasts she arched her back slightly, moaning more as he teased her nipples. She could barely stand how something so painful was becoming so overwhelmingly pleasurable. Letting her arms rest by either side of her head, she gripped the couch, biting her bottom lip lightly before releasing it to let out another moan. The fact that this was her brother and this was wrong, began to disappear from her mind for the moment, as this new pleasure took over her.

She was beginning to feel as if she was more comfortable with his size now, slowly licking her lips as she looked up at him, no longer trying to escape for the time being. It was clear in her eyes that she was now fully distracted by the pleasure as she locked eyes with him, the look on her face was different from any face she ever made, seductive.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

James pressed his hips into hers, grinding them together, writhing inside of her a moment, before he looked at her face, seeing the change coming over her face. Her hands stopped trying to fight him, and he smiled at her. She was giving him a look that seemed to be pure invitation, something that he was willing and ready to take advantage of. He pushed forward, glad he was tall enough to do this and keep working her, and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers again, this time risking touching her lips with his tongue as an invitation to more.

His hands slid down her body, letting his rest his torso on her, feeling her breasts pillow against his chest, while he took in the smooth, toned skin that ran all along her sides. He was having sex with what he believed was the best looking woman he had met, and that was all that mattered. His pace began to pick up a little now, his hips going faster, wanting to get them both to their peak.