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Chapter 9 by goodson goodson

Does Connor fuck her? Or does he eat her?

He takes her hard

"Please, Connor," Sophie gasped, arching her back slightly, lifting her hips up off the sofa as if offering herself to him as her brother leaned over her, his eyes fixed on her sex, his gaze studying her wet and eager pussy. "Please fuck me," she almost whines, her cheeks coloring with shame as she hears herself begging her brother.

Sophie's words break Connor out of his reverie, his eyes snapping up to his sister's cute face, seeing the lust and eagerness there in her eyes, mixed with the shameful blush on her cheeks as she knows that they shouldn't do this, that this is forbidden... but neither of them caring anymore. Seeing her like this, this mixture of desire and vulnerability pushed Connor on. He had to have her. Now.

Connor's hands flew to his pants, fingers scrambling with his fly, pushing them down, freeing his still hard cock.

Sophie shivered as she watched him push his pants down, exposing his wonderful cock once more, her tongue licking her lips as she remembered how he'd felt in her mouth, how he'd tasted. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she eagerly watched him, wanting... no... needing to feel him inside her. She wantonly spread her legs wider, opening herself to him, offering her body to him. It was an offer her roughly accepted.

Connor let out a low growl of need as he pressed the swollen tip of his erection against Sophie's wet slit, feeling the heat, the need of her sex as he looked into her eyes, holding her gaze as he slammed his hips forward, thrusting completely into her in one quick savage stroke.

Sophie's eyes went wide, her mouth dropping open, a loud cry of delight and shock escaping her as Connor stabbed into her, filling her completely with his magnificent cock. He was big. Bigger than her husband. And harder... more savage, Sophie thought with delight as her older brother started fucking her roughly.

Connor's hands gripped her narrow hips, pulling her to him, slamming her small form hard against him with every thrust. It wasn't a cruel roughness that he was fucking her with, but more of a release, the tension between them finally breaking into a wild abandon.

Sophie let out a soft cry with each hard thrust of Connor's hips, her legs wrapping around his waist, her back arching higher, trying to prolong the deliciously full feeling of his cock slamming deep into her. He... feels... so... damned... gooood, Sophie thought to herself, her thoughts interrupted by Connor's hard thrusts, the delightful feeling causing her mind to go blank for a split second with each thrust.

Connor released her hips, leaning over her, his face close to hers as his hips humped back and forth, pile-driving his cock deep into his sister's wet and eager sex. So good, Connor moaned to himself. So much better than Louise, he added, thinking about his wife, about how boring, how safe, their sex life had become since the children.

Sophie looked up at her brother's face, so close to her's, feeling his hot breath against her cheeks, seeing the delight, the desire, in his eyes as his powerful thrusts slowly pushed her closer and closer to her climax. She was crying, small yips of pleasure escaping her throat with each thrust, her thighs now tight around his waist, trying to pull him deeper, harder, into her.

Connor looked down into Sophie's eyes, watching her as the pleasure began to be too much for her, her eyes glazing over as her orgasm built to a crescendo within her. He watched her carefully, studying her face as a low moan escaped her, her body tensing beneath him, around him, holding him tight within her. He stayed there, buried deep in her convulsing sex as his sister rode out the waves of her climax, her body trembling, shivering in pleasure before relaxing, slumping back down to the sofa.

"We... we should have done that years ago," Connor panted, smiling down into the blissful face of his sister as his hard cock slipped from her wet sex as she snuggled down onto the soft leather couch.

"Ye...yes, yes we should have," Sophie agreed, her hand moving down between their bodies, her fingers cupping her sex, feeling the last tremors of her orgasm, knowing she'd be sore from her brother's rough treatment and not caring. "Why'd we wait so long?" She murmured contentedly.

"I don't know," Connor chuckled, "but we'll make up for lost time today. We've got all afternoon to ourselves," he assured her, bending down to kiss her full lips lovingly.

What happens next?

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