Good for the first time

There was no hesitation in Eliorah’s body as it relaxed against Stan’s muscles. The worries about the way he looked were somewhat quickly taken away as she feels her ass jiggle against this enormous rod, exploring a depth to her depravity she didn’t even know there was. Before he held her in his arms, there had been some semblance of a brain. At least, she had thought about what to say. Most importantly about the kiss they had shared and how they could talk about it like grown ups. Because deep in her heart she had truly missed her brother. For a week she had felt like he wouldn’t ever send her a message again. As they had crossed a line she knew they shouldn’t have crossed. But it had felt better than any book ever described a kiss to be. It made her long for his touch. His soft mouth against hers as she felt his strong body bend her to his.

It is why she was wearing makeup and a mini dress. Because she wanted to apologize…but if it could happen again and she had a moment to seduce it out of her stepbrother…she most definitely would try. Which feeling is only heightened by her body being slightly raised and falling down as Stan walks. Making her cunt grind itself over the length of his shaft. Opening her mind to the thoughts she has lately been having. More and more.

A nice feeling erupts down between her legs as pleasure seems to course through her body. She knows it is from her owners view as she looks down. Seeing the blonde curls bounce up and down as the sound of a mouth slurping on a cock fills the room.

When she had seen these images in her thoughts, as lively as they are, she had been very dismissive about them. Not really trying to think back to those thrilling thoughts that somehow didn’t even look like thoughts she would have. Eliorah was quite puzzled by the oral fixation and the focus on her brother in these dreamlike scenario’s. But since they felt so good. Making Eliorah feel as if it was truly happening. Her skin feeling so soft and sensitive after it. While at the same time it started to occur rather frequently. Her dismissive attitude has made room for enjoyment. Letting it roll out over her body.

“I’m quite tired”

She hears her stepbrother tell her as she feels how her head is heavy on her body. It feeling like her thoughts exist of some kind of syrup. Making it hard to think, especially since she could feel her brothers cock sliding in between her ass cheeks. The bulge being able to spread her legs even more.

“Tomorrow we can talk”

The words fall from her mind as Stan says it. Honestly, she tries to process them since they must be important. Though it feels like it is lost on her as he opens the door to his room. Placing her down on the ground now. Which feels a bit wobbly as her mind flashes thoughts in her head. Warm like caramel, swirling through her head.

The room is dark, a bit underlit. As streams of light only come from the outside. Landing on this woman dressed in red. She walks towards him. Her hair like the moon, shining back the light from the outside. Her pale face contrasted by the red lipgloss reflecting a semblance of light. He turns around, showing her his back. As her hand reaches out to go to the zipper starting under a muscle behind his neck. As he feels how her soft hand lightly touches his skin. Both sensitive from her as it was because of a distinct memory of burning wood. The smoke still there, hanging from his costume.

He hangs his head a bit, looking at how his attire opens up under him. His arms feeling the freedom in the air as he feels the woman’s hands work themselves up over his spine. Moving his sleeves over his arms. Her hands soft and cold. Driving goosebumps with them as he remembers the touch of the ice cold outside. Only to feel warmth embrace him from behind him. Feeling the fabric of warm cotton slide against his back.

His muscles gleam in the restricted amount of light as his chest gets visible. As he feels her hand gently go to his chest. Feeling the stiffness of his muscles. Her hot breath against his back hitches up for a moment. A trail of goosebumps immediately walking up from a point under his shoulder blades reaching his neckline. Only anticipation seems to swell under his skin. To then feel the woman distance herself from him. The warmth she momentarily dispersed only feeling like it happened a long while ago. His arms go to his costume, pulling it down. To feel how the muscles of his calves have almost stiffened from the day’s exercise. As he first hears a piece of clothing fall to the ground behind him, he pushes his costume off entirely. To move towards his bed and hear how Eliorah walked against his nightstand.

A pain goes from her upper thigh to the inner core of her leg. She can feel the pain pulse as she seems to wake up from the daydream she was having. Her eyes having to adjust to the darkness around her. Though they are not as able as Stan’s eyes, who are able to see much more due to the catlike creatures he had bitten. Eliorah was only able to see the contours of the nightstand she had walked herself into. It felt like her thoughts needed to restart for a moment. As slowly the memory of the daydream came flooding into her thoughts. Shards of them containing information about how she had walked up to her stepbrother. Undressing half of his costume as she later unceremoniously undressed behind him. To walk towards him with the idea to…

“Are you done standing there in the room like a ghost?”

Stan’s words were as teasing as they were tired. Though they did have an urgency to them. She knew that she couldn’t just stand there naked as she was in her stepbrother’s room. How had she even undressed during her daydream? The question came to her, only adding to the feeling she had gotten herself into one big mess. Though it somehow got to be dispelled by the memory of sliding her fingers over his muscled body. Her incapability to stop herself from touching him making herself feel like such a slut. As the caramel swirls returned to her head. This time happening faster than the previous time

His head was turned towards the curved woman. Her figure dancing in the absence of light. Unable to see the nudity as the dark seemed to obscure it all. Only if he had tried to look a bit better had he been able to see that the blonde had undressed herself. Though his body felt exhausted as it let itself relax fully against the bed. His eyes half open as the woman walked to the bed. The blanket being pulled up as the beauty slid herself against him. Her warmth surprising him as does the softness of her skin. His thoughts too tired to comprehend the full gravity of the situation as his mind faltered. Falling asleep against the naked form of his stepsister.