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

The thin layer of sweat that began to film their bodies made it clear that their body temperatures were increasing, and Samantha couldn't help but moan as her brother pushed forward, placing his lips against hers yet again. Only, this time she didn't fight, parting her soft lips lightly, allowing his tongue to enter. She could feel him pulsing inside of her as they kissed, it was more than wrong, but Samantha had shut her mind down and let instinct take over to cushion the shock and fear that had taken hold of her.

Her body tingled as his hands glided down her skin, and she felt completely surrounded as he pressed against her. His chest pressed into her sensitive nipples, causing her to moan a little more. Then, his pace began to quicken, pulling himself in and out of her tight wetness. There was just enough friction in all the right places, and she cried out every time he thrust back into her. An overwhelming feel began to creep over her, she felt her walls tighten, and she arched her back a bit as the pleasure intensified. Little did she know, she was close to her climax. Placing her hands on his back, she dug her nails into his skin lightly as she panted out more moans of pleasure.
 
The taste of her as they kissed deeply was enough to send a whole new wave of euphoria through his mind. James was finding this to truly be one of the best times he'd ever been with a woman. Maybe the old saying about forbidden fruit being the sweetest was true. It was tender between them, really it was the way a first time should be. James hadn't had the honour very often of deflowering a lady, but he was always careful, making sure that she'd enjoy the experience. From the deep throated moans from Sam, it was clear his record was intact on that count.

He gently broke away from the kiss for a moment, feeling her body arch into his, sweat slicked skin fairly singing with sensation. He leaned down, putting a kiss on the side of her neck, then down to above ehr collarbone. He moved to teh other side of her neck, teeth dragging across her skin. He felt her contracting all along his shaft, he could hear the unrestrained way she was moaning with each thrust, his own experience told him she was almost there. And he was right behind her. One of hands came to cup the side of her face, the other sliding lower, figer brushing along her clit to put direct stimulation on it.
"Sam...I'm...almost..." He breathed out, feeling himself swelling inside of her, coming up close to his finish.
 
Looking up at her brother as he cupped her face lightly, she but her lip as he played with her clit. The sensation was building up until she finally couldn't stand it any longer. His words made her whole body shiver, pushing her forward to her climax, her walls clenching tightly around him as her juices squirted out, all over him. She cried out, her eyes rolling back slightly as she arched upward more, her nails digging into his back as she was taken over by a whole new sensation of pleasure. Her heart was racing, and her breaths were choppy and fast, moans slipping out with every exhale.

Samantha had always imagined her first time, but she never imagined it would feel so good, nor that her very own brother would be the one to take it from her. This was wrong, what was happening, shouldn't be happening... But the pleasure was so good, she couldn't even think to protest... All her senses had gone primal for the time being. Her hands slowly slid down his chest as her climax took over her, the sweet smell of their bodies mixing together, it seemed like the rest of the world vanished.
 
Being able to see her face, see her reaction, it was so much better than it he'd bent her over the couch. It was an experience that he was glad to be sharing with her. And the sight of the beautiful young woman lost in the throes of passion under him was enough to finish him off. He leaned down to her again, capturing her mouth, kissing her deeply with all the passion and lust he was feeling pouring into the gesture. He pumped his hips a few more times, quickly, harder, before holding them tight together. Lost in the moment, it hadn't dawned on him that if his sister was a virgin still, there was a high likelyhood that she wasn't on anything.

He felt his body shudder over her. His cock jerked inside of her, and began to shoot his seed far into her. He made a few more elong stroke inside of her, easing them both down from the height of the climax. He broke away from the kiss, and let out a long breath, still riding the afterglow of the moment. He carefully extricated himself from her, sliding his cock out of her, and sitting on the arm of the couch near her head. He was starting to calm own, his passion fading out, which left him in the realization that things were going to have to change between them. Permanently. And this was going to be the moment that he found out what exactly she was going to do about this.
 
As he kissed her, she felt more passion in that, than in any romantic gesture she'd ever received from a man. It scared her, as her climax began to go down, but her fears were quickly silenced. Feeling him push harder and faster, it brought the euphoria back up, his warm seed filling her and causing an amazing tingling sensation shoot through her whole being. She cried out one last time, then his pace began to slow, until she felt him pull out of her and she watched as he moved to the arm of the chair. Panting, she looked up at the ceiling, letting all the logic return to her mind. Placing her hands over her face, she began to cry, the emotions took hold of her like a wave in a strong storm.

Her brother, the one she looked up to, depended on... He had taken her virginity, he didn't wear protection, she wasn't on anything, he didn't pull out and they were siblings. School, soccer, their parents... The thoughts began to pack on in her mind and she began to shake, it was clear that this was too much for her to process at once. She looked up at her brother, feeling nothing but love for him, no anger, no hate, and she covered her face once more, sobbing now. How could she still love him after what he'd done? Her body began to shake even more now, and her breaths were on the verge of hyperventilating. Samantha had no idea what to do or feel now, and her mind couldn't process; it was clear that she'd need to calm down soon, or a visit to the E.R. would be necessary.
 
Well, the tears were not something that he was surrpised at. After all, she'd had a trying day to say the least. And if he was being honest with himself, he doubted it was going to get much better in the near future. It had been...an electrifying experience to say the least. The way his sister had felt underneath him....it was like a drug. he wasnted more. He wanted her again and again, as often as he could get her. But there was no screaming, no declarations of hate, nothing showing that she was going completely off the deep end. And that gave him hope. Was it possible that they might actually be able to forge and utterly forbidden, and yet loving relationship? It was a long shot, but it seemed like a good goal to aim for. And with that in mind, his sister was in tears. And that needed to be seen to.

He shifted off of the couch arm, and onto the couch proper, lifting her off of the couch slightly, and onto his now covered lap. Last thing she neede was to keep bumping aginst his cock now. He put his arms around her the same way he'd done when they were younger, adn it had seemed like the world was against her, and she'd needed someone to lean on. It had been him more often than not.
"Shhh. Easy Sam. Easy. It'll be okay. Trust me. I'll make sure you're safe. I promise. I promise." He said quietly, his voice low and soothing, doing what he could to calm her down before she worked herself into a fit.
 
The familiar warmth made her shaking stop almost instantly, and she quickly buried her face into his chest. There were so many thoughts in her head, but none seemed to be able to form into audible words for the time being. His words brought her so much comfort, though he should be the one she feared, the one she was angry with, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to do so. Samantha cried into his chest for a while, trying not to move her ankles due to how sore they were in the binds. She had nearly forgotten that she was bound until then, and finally lifted herself up and peeked down at her ankles to see the damage. They were slightly bruised, enough to tell with the rope still around them at least. She left out a long sigh, wiping her eyes and resting her head back onto her brother's chest.

"I should hate you... I should tell someone... But I can't..." She mumbled, her voice was raspy and dry, it was very clear that she had been through quite a bit, just from that. Her long locks were damp and tangled, her eyes were red and puffy from crying and her brother's semen was dripping out of her slowly. Samantha was truly exhausted from everything that had happened and the thought of what was to come next. "I don't know what to say to you or what to do now..." She finished, her voice was quite now, as she looked up into her brother's matching green gaze. The fact that she was so uncertain of what was to come, terrified her more than anything... And the fact that she wasn't as upset about what her brother had just done to her, completely deflowered her against her will, terrified her even more.
 
It was such a familiar feeling for James, holding his sister like this, as though they hadn't just done something that would see him jailed for the rest of his life, adn her likely given more than a few sidelong looks. After all, what kind of sister would have the kind of reaction that she did to the whole thing? And if he was going to be jailed, it was a fairly certain bet that he'd tell more than a little about what happened when questioned. He'd have no reason not to at that point. As she lifted her feet, he reached down, adn poosened the ropes. It wasn't untied, but it was loose enough that he could slip it off of her. He didn't see too much point in keeping her tied when they were like this.

When she spoke, it was...actually a relief to hear from her. She actually didn't hate him. She said she didn't plan on telling anyone about this. That was a good thing! Better than he could have hoped really. And then she spoke of her own uncertainty. He cleared his throat.
"Sam...I love you. That...isn't different. I know thigns can't be the same after this, but maybe...they don't have to be. They can be different, and...maybe better between us." He said quietly. Maybe we...sleep on it? Talk about it when we get up?" He suggested. He got his arms under her and lifted, carrying her into the air. "You've...had a lot happen. So let me help you out."

He carried her down the hall to her bedroom, and opened the door with his hip, carrying her inside of the room, and setting her on the bed.
"If you want to be alone right now, I understand. If you don't, I can...stay." he left the statement open. he didn't actually want to make her cry again, not like this.
 
Nodding at his words, she felt the exhaustion begin to pull over her as he slowly lifted her up. As he carried her to her room, she replayed his words in her mind, they could be something better? It was so wrong, how could they even think to be something more than siblings... Her head began to throb as she tried to think about it, and she just decided to wait until morning as James has suggested. Being laid in her bed, it was a welcoming comfort, and she slowly pulled the covers over her body. The crisp warmth that slowly set in as the sheets warmed her skin was very relaxing, and she could feel the sleep creeping up on her. Looking up at him, she gently took hold of his hand, motiong for him to stay with her and hold her as he did when they were little. Samantha remembered all the nights when she would get scared and sneak into his bed with him while there parents were away, she wanted that same warmth again.

Scooting over to make room for him, she lifted the covers up slightly and motioned for him to lay down with her. She knew that it was wrong, and she knew that things would have to be addressed, but for now... She just wanted him to hold her...
 
James was ready to go when she started to get under her sheets. It seemed as though that was the direction that she was moving in, until she grasped his hand, and made the motion to stay. He wasn't going to need a second invitation. He slid himself under the sheets with her, moving close. When the sheets were let down on him, he drew her close to him, his arms around her, holding her close. The feel of her skin on his was...intoxicating. He felt himself stirring, despite the fact that they were supposed to be getting some sleep. He had the thought of rolling her on top of him, and watching her ride him, but pushed the thought as far down as he could. She needed her brother right now, not a lover. She might have both in the same person, but he was going to do his best for her. Just like he always did.

He looked at her, that same sweet, vulnerable young lady that he'd known for so very long, that he knew better than anyone else, that knew him better than anyone else. Really, he couldn't think of a better choice than her. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, a gesture meant to put her more at ease. And ease was something he was having to force himself to maintain. After all, here they were, in her beed, with him only wearing shorts, adn her still stark naked, and pulled close to him. It was...a confusing scene to say the least.
"I'll be here for you Sam." He promised her.
 
Feeling her brother wrap his arms around her, she immediately shut her eyes, letting the familiar warmth and safety envelope her. She could feel his heart beating against her own, and it nearly was enough to lull her asleep alone. "Thank you James..." She replied sleepily, dozing off almost as soon as she got her words out. Her breaths became soft and even, it was clear she had already went into a deep sleep, in only moments.

She didn't dream that night, just rested, soundly. By the time morning came, she felt the sunshine coming in through the window and onto her bed, but she didn't want to open her eyes just yet. Yawning, she stretched out slightly, feeling her brother next to her. All the thoughts slowly crept back into her mind, but she took them in slowly, instead of panicking and trying to think it out all at once. Opening her eyes, she squinted as they adjusted to the light, staring up at the ceiling as she yawned again. Mornings were never her favorite things, and this one in particular, she wished she could sleep through to the next century. Samantha wanted to look at her brother to see if he was awake, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to do so. Something in her feared what she would see, would she see her brother or would she see someone else entirely? This thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she tried not to let it take such a hold on her, but it was indeed a profound notion.. Would he still be the James she has always known, perhaps the horrifying James who hurt her so, or someone she loved dearly?
 
James could feel her drifting off to sleep, and knew that she tended to sleep pretty deeply. He spent just a little time staring at her after she was out, his mind once again going back to just how beautiful of a woman she was. The fact that she was his sister was...somehow less important now that they'd done what they had. I mean really, if he'd already done it once, he was already basically bound for hell. Why not enjoy the time. At the same time, there was a certain level to him that honestly would prefer that they get teh chance to do things willingly, not just with him tying her down and forcing her into it. With that thought, he knew that he would do it again if he had to. He wasn't really sure he could resist the urge now. After all, they had so much time together now. His parents gone for at lesat a week. But that was a line of thinking for another day. He settled onto the bed, and let himself drift away.

His sleep was filled with dreams, dreams of warmth and passion, and without fail it was Sam that was under him, over him, or just around him, her voice filled with moans and cries of passion. It was a pleasant way to rest. When he felt her stirring in his arms, he slowly came to, feeling the sunlight on him. His eyes took in the sight before him, could still feel the warmth of Sam in front of him. He did find that his mind no longer instantly thought of her as his sister. She was different in his mind now. He felt a kind of claim over her after yesterday. He shifted himself slightly, pulling her just a little closer to him, knowing that she was slow to wake usually. He leaned down to kiss her neck gently.
"Morning." He murmured to her. He did notice that a side effect of his dreams was that he was waking up with a rather pronounced hard on.
 
Samantha blushed as she felt her brothers warm lips graze her neck, feeling him pull her in closer. Feeling his boner rub against her, she blushed even more, looking at him now. He was still her brother, she was relieved that she still saw him the same, though he probably wouldn't be too thrilled about it. "Morning..." she replied, her voice was soft, and the sleepiness in it was still audible. The room was lit up with a warm, almost dream-like glow, cast in from the window. This made it seem as if this was all only a dream,though they both knew better than that. The light made her fair skin almost seem to glow, as she sat up, pulling away from him, she pulled the sheet up with her to cover her bare body. "James... about last night... What came over you...?" she asked, looking down at him curiously, "Things like that... just can't happen... I love you, but we can't be like that..." she finished, hoping he'd feel the same, though she knew there was something more to what he had done last night than she understood.

Samantha had class, but she knew she didn't have it in her to go... It would be best to stay home and figure out things with James before doing anything else. She watched him carefully, seeing the boy she grew up with, but for some reason along the line, his feelings changed... She tried to play back their lives, trying to find some hints of when it started, or if there had been something she had done... But she couldn't recall anything that really helped her ease her mind, and she knew she couldn't be what her brother was wanting her to be for him. How could she? They wouldn't be able to continue their lives there and be the way he wanted to, people would notice, their reputations and lives would be ruined... How could she make him see that though?
 
James listened to her, really listening to her. He did owe her that much at least. And he'd always owed her that, and promised to listen to her. It was one of the reasons they'd gotten along so well for so long. And it seemed that such a bond wasn't easily sundered. He was also certain that he couldn't...put back what he'd let out of himself. There was no way to undo it, no way to forget it. This wasn't like a one night stand, where you and the other person both agreed that it was going nowehere, and didn't see one another again. She was always around. And so was he. And he loved her. He always had. Once as nothing mroe than a sibling, now as something more than that. And that wasn't changing. He would...see if he could bring her around. And if not...there were other ways of changing her mind.

"Last night was...on my mind. It's been growing for a long time. I tried to keep it under control for so long Sam. I really did. I wanted to keep it under control. But I couldn't. There was just...too much. And I lost it. I..." He broke off, looking away from her, gathering his thoughts. There was the thought of letting it go for now, the thought of grabbing onto her, pinning her down and doing her again right here and now in the bed, after all, he was already hard, and that would need seeing to sometime, somehow.

"Sam, I...I don't know if I can stop it. I'm...it was intense for me. It wasn't my first time doing that. Not by a fair margin. But it was the only one that felt...right in my mind. Only you." He turned away, sitting up and putting his face in his hands. His certainty was wavering slightly. Actually trying to explain this was leaving his nerves raw, his emotions closer to the surface than normal. "Fuck, you don't want to hear this. I...shit." He shook his his head, not looking up, trying to find something he could say that would make sense, even to him. Justification while he had been forcing himself on her had been easy, jstifying it to himself now that he was awake adn thinking clearly, and knowing that she was clearly not of the same mind was becoming harder. But the desire for her still burned in his heart and mind. What was he going to do?
 
Samantha watched as James turned away, listening to his words and feeling as if she had hit herself in the face as she watched him struggle. Though she couldn't be what he wanted, it still hurt her to see him in pain... Sighing, she tried to focus on his words, attempting to grasp what he was trying to explain to her, but she just couldn't understand. She loved him, there was no doubt about that, but she couldn't tell if it was different from before he had taken her, or if it had changed into something more. She shook her head, trying to focus on something, any one topic, but all the issues just kept pushing into her mind at once. "James.. I can't pretend to understand what you're feeling... Or why you did what you did..." she paused, trying to fins the correct way to word her thoughts, "But... We can not be what you are craving for us to be... It's wrong James..." she finished, watching him sit with his back to her, his head in his hands. He looked defeated from where she was sitting, and it nearly destroyed her to see him that way. He was her protector, her rock, how could she just sit and let him feel that way?

A few moments passed in silence, the two sitting with their backs to one another, lost in their own thoughts. Their views were conflicting, but their feelings were strong enough to work through it, hopefully. Finally, Samantha turned, hugging him from behind and pressing her bare chest to his back. What he said about it feeling right... It was true, even in her mind, she couldn't imagine being with anyone else... But her morals wouldn't allow her to admit it to herself. Holding him tight, she tried to provide some sort of comfort to him. "James... please don't look so defeated..." she whispered into his ear, trying to cheer him up, though her bare body against his probably wouldn't do anything to help the situation... But her mind was too full already, she couldn't think about what was appropriate and what wasn't, her brain would combust if she attempted to cram anymore into it.

"You are very important to me James... I don't want you to be in pain... Isn't there anyone else that has caught your attention? Anyone else that can give you that release?" She asked, still hugging herself to him tightly. Maybe if he could find a women who could distract him, they could forget things happened, and things could return to normal. With this thought in mind, Samantha got hopefully, trying so hard to deny her feelings for him had changed. Trying, so hard, to push down what was slowly building inside of her; she knew it was wrong, and that is all she could focus on. As long as they had their lives there, she couldn't allow herself to admit her feelings, even to herself.
 
James barely heard her words, thinking that maybe she was just telling ih to work through it. But one phrase did lodge in his mind. Wrong. It was wrong for them to be like this. He felt her holding him, an embrace, and the feel of her breasts on his back brought a whole new wave of feeling to mind. And not just feelings, memories. The way it had felt yesterday. The way she had felt under him. That was harder to push aside. And the mroe he thought about it, the more it became clear that he really didn't want to forget, or let go. It had felt right. And what was more, he was tired of what was wrong or right. What felt good should matter, and it had clearly felt good for them both.

She made teh suggestion of another woman, and then was up, likely to dress for the day. He half turned, his hand coming around to land on her wrist. It was not a hard grip, not one meant to be possessive, but one meant to be a quiet request for her to hold.
"Catching attention is easy. But doing more than that...you're the only on I can't get out of my head. The only one that I can't let go of Sam." He looked at her, keeping the contact. "You keep saying it's wrong. Whe is it wrong? Because someone else said so? It might be wrong for them, but it could be right for us." He sounded...honest, as though this was something that he was fast coming to truly believe.
 
Samantha looked down at him as he took her wrist, listening to his words and then shaking her head lightly. "James... We can't live the lives we have here and be what you want..." she said, sitting back down neck to him, pulling the sheets back over her bare body. She was fairly fit, but her thighs were the perfect size, thick and smooth.. Her breasts were perky and full, everything about her screamed take me, but she tried to repress such things, she wasn't sure if she could handle something like last night again. She knew she couldn't fight him off, and she really didn't want to in the first place... She just wished things were simple... But they had lives to live, they could just drop everything and get new lives..

Laying back, she starred up at the ceiling, trying to sort her thoughts yet again. She had hoped maybe another women could fix things, but he had shot the idea down almost as quickly as she had thought it. She squeezed the sheets to her chest lightly, closing her eyes, wishing she could just wake up and everything had been just a terrible dream... Though she knew it wasn't and she wouldn't wake up from it. "James... I don't know what to do...." She mumbled, sounded as if she had been defeated and beaten down. Letting out a sigh, she never realized how similar her sighs were to her moans before that moment, she thought about how it had felt... Being taken by force by James... She felt herself getting wet and tried to change her thoughts to something else. "Coffee?" She asked, hoping he wouldn't notice the hint of longing in her tone.
 
James was barely keeping himself from pouncing on her. And it seemed that she was having more than a little conflict about what to do from here. And he didn't blame her. She was right about the fact that their lives could not go on as they had. Not exactly anyway. But he was hellbent on the idea that they could make it work. somehow. Quietly. Maybe not openly much of the time, but maybe...secretly. She sat down, she protested faintly, and then she laid back down. This caused a stirring in him that he didn't dislike it. He saw her eyes close as she sighed, the sound being one that provoked him on. Sam had a gift for egging him on without knowing that she was. And that...was an interesting trait. James set his jaw, and nodded to himself. He carefully, quietly slid his shorts off, freeing himself from their confines.

He came closer to her, and listened as she asked after coffee. The hint in her vcoice was not lost on him, not in the least. And it spoke to him. Greatly. He was under the sheet, and his put an arm around her, putting his torso over hers.
"I had...something else in mind." He murmured, and leaned down to kiss her. It was gentle, passionate, but not forceful. Not yet. He didn't see a need for that yet. A hand trailed over her side, finger reaching her breasts, and trailing in a circle around a nipple. He trailed his hand down her body, finding a patch of damp as he neared her sex. Something about this morning had clearly turned her on. It was time to see how far this was going to go this morning.
 
Not noticing him take his shorts off, she was surprised when he got close. Feeling his lips against hers, his fingers trailing over her body, and it felt like fire lighting her up as it engulfed her slowly. Samantha kissed him back, the passion matching his, getting lost in it for a moment before placing a hand on his chest and lightly pushing him away. She looked up at him longingly and shook her head lightly. She wanted it so badly, but she couldn't bring herself to believe it was okay to give into it, she felt she would be forever wrong if she did. The thought scared her slightly, but looking up into his eyes calmed her, and her hands slowly slip down a bit, just a little, showing the moment of weakness she was experiencing.

"James... We can't..." She said in light protest, though her voice carried a sexiness it hadn't ever had before. She pressed her thighs together lightly, blocking his hand from access to her, as if to taunt him almost, though she felt she was tormenting herself now, also. This terrified her, she had finally realized that her feelings had changed... She hadn't once thought of him as her brother for the past few moments, just as the one she loved. This shook her to the very core, and she could feel herself getting even more damp in between her closed thighs. Samantha wanted so badly to give in and let him take her... But she just couldn't bring herself to let go yet, though she could feel herself weining.
 
James actually only smiled at her words, hearing more of the tone than the words themselves. She hadn't quite come around yet, but when her hands slid down a little, he knew that he likely wouldn't have to try that much harder. And hewas willing to put in that effort. Sam was worth it. She'd always been worth it.
"Can't we? We already have." He murmured. He didn't push hard at her, moving slowly, figuring on giving her some time to properly adjust. "How many secrets have we kept from the world over the years Sam? Hundreds? This...this could be just one more." He said quietly, leaning down to kiss her collarbone gently, then a little lower to kiss a nipple, his tongue on her skin with teh gesture. He felt her closing her thighs off, and decided to give her that for the moment.

His hand came back up, cupping the side of her face.
"I love you Sam. more than ever. I fought it for so long, and it gave me nothing but stress and grief. I don't want to see you suffering the same. Let me help you through that. I know you'll love it." He whispered the last, putting his mouth close to her ear, before kissing her cheek, moving back to her lips, firmer this time, less hesitation in the move. He didn't simply want to repeaat last night. He wanted more with her. And he was going to see what he could get from her today.
 
Samantha felt his words reach her deeper than ever before, his touch making it harder for her to resist. Her thighs eased apart slightly as he reached her lips again, distracting her once more from fighting it. She pressed herself to him lightly, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him back. "I love you too... But we can't..." She whispered against his lips, the empty protest did little, but she did pull away, her hands slowly moving over his shoulders and back to his chest. She wanted him so bad, she could barely keep her mind together, it was such a consuming desire... The thought of being his made her heart race, she knew it couldn't be... But she wanted it more and more as she looked up at him, not as her brother, but as the one she loved more than anyone.

Parting her legs, she bent them upward on either side of him in an attempt to get some leverage to get up. All this did was move him closer, his member rubbing against her wetness slightly as she shifted. Samantha bite her lip, trying hard not to let it effect her so greatly, but all she wanted was to be his... It was like a disease... And he had given it to her, it slowly ate away at her morals, tempting her to just give into it and accept her fate for hell. "Please James... No..." She begged, meaning for him to stop, though it sounded more like an invitation. Her words and thoughts weren't matching her tone and body language at all. She was saying no, yet her body was begging him to take her... Then and everyday after...
 
James heard her faintly, but mroe than what he heard was what he felt. Her hands along him, and then her thighs parting, shifting, moving. WHile he first thought she might be really trying to throw him from her, he felt his member touch her, felt the wetness of her, and knew that maybe he should be reading mroe into her actions that her words. It might be a better move for them both. He heard her moaned words, adn then nodded to her faintly.
"You're right. No. No more. No more waiting Sam." He whispered to her, sliding forward a little more, feeling himself touch her sex again, and this time feeling just how much better lubricated she was to start, he slid the head into her. He was taking his time this time, a very slow, patient glide to get into her, wanting to savour the moment of the two of them coming together once again, this time in a way that they both seemed to be wanting, not just his own lust pushing him onto her.

Their hips met, sheathed in her completely, and it was a moment that made him groan in pleasure, and ran a hand through her hair in affection. He was with her once more. He ground into her, not yet ready to start really going to town on her, but wanting to spread more stimulation. He smiled down on her.
"You and me Sam. Together. Will you be with me?" he asked her quietly, leaning in to kiss her passionately, his hips sliding around, working on her before he broke it off to let her answer him.
 
Samantha didn't expect him to turn her protests around on her, she didn't know what else to say and her body was making it hard for her to continue to think logically. Perhaps they could keep things going... Privately... Though it was so wrong... But what could it hurt, if she only gave in just once? She felt the tip slowly make its way to her, and start to make it's way in; her walls slowly pushed against him as he made his way deeper into her. Biting down on her bottom lip lightly, she looked up at him with pleasure filled eyes, his groans sent goosebumps across her soft skin. Listening to his words as he moved his hips around, she tried not to moan, until he ceased for her reply. She thought deeply about it for a moment, weighing all the options out in her mind. If she gave in, she would forever be tainted, forever branded for incest... This thought was more than enough to make her heart stop, but the pleasure she felt with him made it seem so wrong to resist him. She was torn, how could she chose between her morals and her feelings?

"I don't know.." she breathed out, almost a moan, but not quite. She could feel herself pulsing tightly around him, and it felt so right... Yet so very wrong. Her hands slid up to the back of his neck, where they rested as she looked up into his matching green gaze. Things would never get less complicated in this situation, and she couldn't think straight with him inside of her, so close... making her feel the way he was.
 
She felt...just so right. Even better than she had yesterday. It was exactly what he'd been looking for in his lovers in the past, this feeling of...completion. Like he'd been made to fit her specifically. She breathed out her noncommital response, which to him was progress, as she wasn't saying no after all. But then her hands were behind his head, and their eyes met. And James had an answer. In his mind at least. She was going to be his. And they'd be together. Quietly, privately, perhaps, but they'd be together. He leaned down to her, kissing her softly, but with affection and passion in the gesture, as he drew his hips back slowly, and then slid back into her.

Her body underneath of his was a sight to see for him, and it was a fulfillment of his desires in a way that forcing her yesterday just hadn't met for him. He'd wanted her like this really. More willing. As a lover. Not a victim. No matter how much she'd been into it yesterday, adn by the end, she certainly had been, nothing would change the fact that he'd forced her into it. He kept himself in a constant, gentle motion, taking his time, not a wild fucking like he normally gave a girlfriend, but making a sweet, slow love to her. It was clear by now that the fact that she was his sister was the furthest thing from his mind.
 
Feeling him move in and out of her slowly, she let out soft moans with his thrusts. She felt a build up of pleasure begin to form, itching at her for more. The feeling would probably drive her mad if prolonged, it felt so right, so good. The friction between them was amazing to say the least. Samantha arched her back, pressing her chest to his, her hands traveling down his back as she slowing began to kiss up his neck to his ear. She knew it was wrong, she knew she'd be damned, but at that moment she just didn't give a shit.

"More..." She whispered out the moan-like request into his ear. "I want more..." She added, nibbling back down his neck, feeling her desires to be with him just increasing. No one had ever made her feel so completely surrounded and whole before. She couldn't imagine being anyone else's, or ever having gone so long without him. It was scary and exciting all in one, but for the moment... Samantha would give in a revel in it.
 
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