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We Shouldn't (LikeClockwork and CelebStars)

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Jul 30, 2014
The car hummed softly as he drove the car slowly up the winding road that led to his house. It was nothing more than a small tributary of cracked asphalt and overgrown shrubs. Despite its somewhat ramshackle initial appearance the road was actually quite well maintained, and the light displayed a peculiar and splotchy quality that seemed unique to his childhood home.

The old house where his parents lived, a boring affair with brown vinyl paneling and simple construction, sat nestled at the base of a large yard that sloped downward from the street to the house. It was a beautiful day. The air was crisp and warm, not too muggy and damp like the weather from his current home. The air also smelled somewhat cleaner here, with just a tinge of saltiness from the sea that was just a mile away from them.

He pulled into the driveway. Mark's simple, maroon car purring softly and rattling to a gentle stop. He hadn't been home in months. His job at the base had kept him distracted and too busy to take any sizable portion of leave for several months now. It was the longest that he had been away from his family for some time. It was good to be back.

He stepped out of the car, unfolding as he shifted and stood to his full height. He was well over six feet, with his hair cut neatly and his angular jaw powdered with a fine amount of coarse black scruff. He was broad-shouldered and his limbs were long, lean and muscular. He wasn't built like a brick house, neither was he a slender whip of a man. He grunted and made his way towards the front door, passing his sisters car on the way in.

It was one of many of their small family gatherings. His cousins, aunts, uncles, parents, grandparents, his sister and her fiance, they would all be there.

He felt a slight stirring in his jeans at the thought of his sister. It had been a long time. The thought of her brought back intense flashes of memory, sweating bodies writhing together, teeth scraping, hair pulling. He grunted as he shouldered his backpack and walked inside his childhood home for the first time in months.
 
Hannah was already inside the family home where she grew up. Sitting on the lap of her fiancé who was seated in an arm chair, she leant back and rested on his chest. Her light blonde hair was freshly cut just below the shoulder and it looked radiant in the sunshine which broke through the window glass towards her. Laughing and smiling with the rest of the family, Hannah felt happy and comfortable in her surroundings, she had partly forgotten about her brother who was also arriving.

Sliding a hand across her stomach towards her fiancé, she held his hand and linked her fingers with his. Hannah was wearing a lovely summer dress which clung tightly to her shapely body. It was yellow in colour, silk and had pink flowers on it scattered across. The silver zip drawn up her back held everything in place including that firm ass.

The 26 year old, who was one year younger than her brother, suddenly sat up and got off her fiancé Richard's lap. "Won't be long" she muttered, walking away in her white heels towards the doorway. Pulling some blonde hair behind her ear and revealing studded diamond earrings, she went upstairs to use the bathroom.

Meanwhile she had no idea her brother had turned up.
 
Jeff scratched the back of his head idly as he stepped through the door into his home. Almost immediately he was met with the cacophony of welcoming noise from the rest of his family. He grinned almost sheepishly as the horde of his family strode towards him and surrounded him, asking him the usual questions. Their words washed over him like a storm of white noise, indiscernible and overwhelming to him. He found that he could scarcely listen to them. He scanned the sea of familiar faces for one that he had been hoping to see.

Nothing, at least not yet. He was polite and made his rounds quickly, making sure to shake everyone's hand and give everyone the proper hug, etc. "It's been to long" etc. He shook his future brother-in-law's hand with a broad, almost animal grin that made him slightly uncomfortable and turned away. "I need to head upstairs and drop off my things." He motioned to his slung pack with a quick rocking of his shoulder.

He somehow managed to push past the throng of excitable family members and make his way up the steps. As he mounted the steps into the silent second story he began to finally walk into the silence that he had longed for from the moment he entered the house. He moved inside to his room and dropped his bag. With a sigh he turned around and was about to head downstairs when he heard the water running from the upstairs bathroom.

His stomach clenched slightly. He could not remember one more absent party member. He felt himself come alive and tighten inwardly as he approached the closed and locked door. With only a moment's hesitation he rapped sharply on the bathroom door. "Hannah?"

Once more, brutal memories of entwined bodies and rough, clashing sex rang through his mind. Their grunting, heaving forms and desperate violence. He grunted and waited, his eyes scanning the stairway to the right of them, waiting for an intruder from downstairs.
 
Hannah was just about finished as she washed her hands after turning on the tap. The water ran down in to the sink bowl down the drain as the soap which was collected on her hands was rinsed clean. Suddenly, the voice of the man she had nearly forgotten about made her stomach turn. Her body started to shake and feel frightened yet also she couldn't help but feel a thrill of joy. "One minute" she said, answering through the door and blowing deep breaths out of her mouth.

Looking in the mirror, she pulled at her dress, making it look more lovely than it already was. It showed off her curves and the silk had a little shine to it as well. Looking up at her hair, she combed her fingers through it, the black painted nails standing out in contrast to the light coloured golden blonde hair. Her red lipstick, lightly applied but still delicious looking made men's mind's wonder about what they could do.

Going to the door, her heels spoke loudly against the floor as she unlocked the object and turned the knob. Opening up the doorway she saw her brother standing there. "Hey, long time no see" she smiled leaning in to hug him with her arms around his neck.
 
The door opened and there she was standing in front of him, her smooth curves elegantly displayed beneath the light material of the dress as it fell against her. He had forgotten the immediate effect that she had on him, and he felt himself stirring slightly and becoming more and more aware of his own body reacting to her closeness. He slightly flared hips, the soft skin of her legs so wonderfully displayed underneath her dress, the curve of her thighs leading up underneath. Almost immediately she was pressed against him, holding him close in a firm hug.

He felt a familiar dark hunger welling up in him the moment he felt her pressed up against him. Her breasts pushed against his broad chest, the smell from her neck. He could almost feel her warm blood pumping underneath him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, pressing her even more tightly to him. The action was possessive and jealous.

"Hey, sis. It's been too long." He breathed slightly in a deep baritone. His hands wrapped around her waist, feeling the warmth underneath him. His hands trailed downwards, so that his hands were lingering just over her buttocks, not quite in an inappropriate spot but just flirting with the boundaries. He held her firmly to him and pulled his face away somewhat, not letting her go.

"How have you been? How are you and Richard doing?" He asked in a friendly tone that underscored his thoughts. His eyes glinted in a friendly, but slightly malevolent way as he asked the question. He felt his member stir slightly underneath his jeans.
 
Pulling her arms away from his neck, she kept her hands palm down on his shoulders as he spoke to her. Hannah's heart was racing, she knew how unpredictable her brother could be at any given moment. Smiling at him and looking down to the floor in a sign of submissiveness she started to speak to him. Making eye contact, her lips opened and said, "I have been well, Richard is doing good to, he got a promotion at work so life is good, we have a holiday planned at the end of the year." Nodding her head, she sighed and took her hands away from his shoulders.

Slapping each palm against her thighs before fiddling with her fingers near her stomach, Hannah wanted to know about Jeff. "What about you? Have you been up to much? Any girlfriend? Any new businesses?" Scratching her head she pulled some hair behind her ear and waited for an answer.

Downstairs, the rest of the family were still laughing and joking, not even missing the company of Hannah and Jeff.
 
Jeff watched her squirm underneath his hands in an almost shy way. He noted how her eyes were downcast towards the ground when she first started talking to him. He still didn't let her go. Rather, he enjoyed the feeling of her moving against him. He let his hands slide further down her back so that they were resting directly on her firm buttocks, there was no denying where his hands were at this point. He smiled warmly at her, his face becoming more and more hungry. More predatory.

"Oh, I'm fine. I've been dating a girl pretty steadily at this point. Her names Liz, you'd like her." He said in a friendly, nonchalant tone as his powerful hands slipped back around to her waist and started pushing her back into the bathroom. He let his fingers trail down to the bottom of her dress, letting them touch the bare skin of her thigh and lifting, ever so slightly so that the bottom of the dress was lifted slightly, exposing more of her creamy thigh.

"That's great to hear about Richard, I'm really happy for you two." He said as he pushed her further back into the bathroom so that her back was up against the wall. Downstairs, the sounds of the part continued unabated. Jeff had his sister pinned to the bathroom wall in a grip that was bordering on rough, like he were a creature about to pounce. His right hand drifted up, pressed against her stomach h slid the hand up to just underneath her breast, running his hand over it. He didn't ask for permission.

"I've missed you though, sis." He said, letting his hand reach up and grab her breast roughly.
 
Feeling his hands go to her firm buttocks, Hannah looked down once more, she knew what he wanted and she didn't have the strength or power to say no to him. It wasn't because she wasn't brave enough, it was because she now wanted him to, her mind growing up had altered from the very first time he took her in her mid teens. That was a horrible experience but as time went on, she grew to love him more than a brother and more as a master.

"Liz? Pretty name, I'm sure she is a pretty girl" Hannah said, still being shy and reluctant. His pushes on her waist back her step back in to the bathroom, her heels echoing in the tiled room before she was pressed up against a wall. Her dress was lifted up slightly, showing more of her pale white meaty thighs and dangerously close to showing her black panties.

"I've missed you to" she answered in a deaf tone, looking at the wall behind him as he grabbed her breast roughly over her dress. Wrapping an arm around his back to bring him in closer, she realised she didn't want him, but she had to let him.
 
Memories flooded back to him in a torrid rush, the first time that he had finally snapped and forced himself on her. He remembered her desperate cries of "No" and how she had struggled against him those first few times. She had fought against him and pushed back, until finally her efforts had been reduced as he had raped her over and over again. She had moved slowly from horror to accepting her fate, and eventually went along with him. She had succumbed to him mentally before, and had let herself be taken.

His hand moved from her breast, his powerful form pushing against her firmly so that she could feel his hardness. Downstairs the party continued unabated as his rough hands slithered up to her neck, choking her and planting a firm, possessive kiss on her mouth. He kicked her legs apart, becoming more aggressive and earnest with every passing moment. Her heels clacked loudly on the tile floor as he did so. His other hand moved up, pulling the dress with him until her panties were exposed to his gaze. He let his fingers slide up the warm meat of her thigh, ever closer to her mound. In his own warped mind she was his, would always be his.

His fingers ran up, slowly and purposefully towards her until he felt the soft material of her panties and the heat from her sex. He rubbed it slowly, but firmly. His other hand moved to hers, pulling it to the growing bulge of his jeans. He clenched her hand lightly, guiding her fingers over his zipper, pulling it down and freeing his large hard member. It jutted out angrily as soon as it was freed, the tip pressing against her thigh and leaving a wet trail of precum on her skin.

"Get on your knees, Hannah." He said slowly. His eyes glinted dangerously as his hand continued its ministrations on her mound.
 
Staring at the wall over his shoulder, she moved her glance to the left and saw the open bathroom door in to the corridor. Anyone could walk up and see what was happening. The brother pushing his sister against a wall and groping her breasts. Part of Hannah wanted to be caught, that way everything would be told from the beginning and this situation would stop.

When his firm grip was brought on to her neck, both hands squeezed her airway shut, making her unable to breathe as he planted a kiss on her red lips. Closing her eyes, she responded, playing her tongue in to his mouth before the short make out session ended. Lowering her stance by a few inches because her legs were kicked apart, the noise of the heels echoed in the room and a groan left her mouth despite her airways being blocked.

Thankfully the grip didn't last long because he was interested in her body. The dress lifted up and sat on the waist showing off her panties which he came desperately close to touching whilst a hand ran and trickled up her thigh.

"Mmmm" she gasped, now having the pleasure of his hand touching her warmth. She was wet, she knew better than not to be. Now holding hands with him, Hannah felt him make her unzip his pants before his cock fell out in to the open.

His instruction was simple and she followed it well, lowering herself on to her knees. The cold floor touching her skin as her face was in line with his penis. Looking up at him with those beautiful blue eyes, she smiled weakly.
 
He watched her sink slowly to her knees, and she stared up at him with those big blue eyes. Her expression was meek and playful, almost coy. He felt his blood start to boil somewhat, and felt his temper surging slightly. Without any more pretense of kindness or interest he hunched down. He slid his hand down around her head and inched the head of his cock forward until it brushed against her lips, then kept pushing until he felt himself slipping warmly, wetly into her mouth.

"It's been too long. I miss you, you slut." He grunted hoarsely as he surged his cock forward into her mouth, pushing deeper and deeper inside so that he could feel her soft lips enveloping his cock head. "Take it all in." He ordered, his voice coming in a ragged growl. He reached down to her yellow sundress, his lust completely motivating his actions at this point, and violently pushed her dress downwards so that her left breast spilled out of the dress.

He cast a sidelong glance at the staircase, he could hear the yammering from downstairs and even thought that he heard a "Where's Hannah?" coming from downstairs. It sounded like Richard. He grinned savagely. If only he could see what his beloved fiance was getting up to.
 
Whilst on her knees, her heels were pushed back against the wall and her back was a few inches from it as she looked up to him. Now gazing at his hard cock, it came towards her, pushing towards her lips until it brushed against them. Her red lipstick smudged ever so slightly, a layer appearing thinner than the rest now.

Raising each hand up to his legs to keep herself balanced and steady, the tip of his cock then pushed her lips open before entering her mouth past her white pearly teeth. He was getting worked up, she knew he was by the fact he called her a slut. This was never a certain kind of love for him, it was pure lust and about power over her. Keeping one hand on his clothed thigh, she used the over to pull some hair behind her diamond studded ear before resting it back on his leg.

The dress was on her tightly, but when he tried taking it off her chest, the zip came apart naturally, preventing the dress from ripping and making it loose enough that her left breast popped out over the top.

His cock reached the dark depths of her throat, making her choke and gag and her eyes water. Her blue sea eyes shimmered up at him now, unaware her fiancé asked where she was downstairs.
 
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