Actions speak louder than words

Sophie half slumped, scraping her back against the wall as she looked at Connor; she opened her mouth to speak but no words came. Her tiny chest heaved from the excitement and her face was sore where it had been rubbed against the rough brick wall. Between her legs she was sore. Sore and sticky. But she felt so alive in this moment as the exhilaration of what had just happened, what Connor had done to her, coursed through her veins.

Connor remained motionless and silent, too, as if paralysed by the realisations of his actions. Incongruously, his cock stuck out from his fly, glistening in the half light of the alleyway.

Sophie took the initiative and bent to kneel before him. The ground was dirty and rough, small stones or even shards of broken glass stuck in her knees and made her wince. She kicked her Bordelle black lace briefs, torn in his moment of passion, away from her with chagrin; they had cost a fortune and were so pretty. A brief glance up at him, still immobile, and she put one tiny hand around his softening cock as she slipped her mouth over the end. It was slimy and sticky, sour, and tasted of cunt. ‘My cunt’, she smiled as she started to suck him, using her tongue to lick him clean. She swirled her tongue around the head, using the tip to dart along the membrane and making Connor twitch. Then she took more of him in her mouth, gently sucking on the softening cock and smiling when she felt him start to stiffen again, she continue to urge a new erection from him, basking in the feeling of power she always felt when a man hardened in her mouth.

She felt Connor’s hand on the top of her head giving reassurance, or encouragement maybe, and she started to bob her head. Noisily sucking on him now, slobbering over his prick as she got into her role on the dirty alleyway floor.

She felt a tug and heard her zipper start to undo as Connor busied his hands on her dress while he moved in and out of her mouth. It soon parted and fell about her shoulders. She carried on, liking the way he moved against her now with small fucking movements in her mouth, as he pulled at her dress, feeling it slide up her body and away, leaving her totally exposed.

She felt the chill of the cool breeze on her body and goosebumps appeared. She was now knelt naked in the alleyway with her brother’s cock hard again in her mouth. Still her head moved up and down, as she cupped Connor’s ass with her hands, holding him to her, the willing supplicant worshipping while his cum ran down her thighs.

She took a breath and relaxed to allow her mouth to move all the way down to the base of his cock, a disgusting gagging sound as she let him into her throat. ‘I bet Louise doesn’t let you do this’, she smiled to herself, as she let Connor use her throat, and, as if hearing her thoughts, he responded by pushing rhythmically in and out.