Connor can't wait.

Sophie wiped at her face, mopping up the men's semen with the now soaked handkerchief, her breathing finally returning to normal, her heartbeat still racing as she thought about what she'd just done, what Connor had gotten her into. She felt ashamed, ashamed and excited by the knowledge that she'd allowed six men, six strangers to use her like that, to treat her like a whore, like an object for their pleasure. She was ashamed of her behavior, but wondered what it'd be like to go further. The most exciting aspect about the entire episode was the her brother had watched, he'd initiated it. And he obviously enjoyed it, Sophie thought to herself as she looks up at her older brother, seeing the lust, the excitement shining in his eyes as he helped her to stand on shaky legs.

Connor was staring at Sophie, his eyes fixed on her as she cleaned herself up, watching as her tongue licked her lips repeatedly, tasting the men's seed as she wiped her cheeks clean. Her hair was matted, thick globs of cum sticking it down to her forehead. She was disheveled, her cheeks flushed, her hair mussed, and it filled Connor with the overwhelming desire to take her again, to fuck her hard one more time here in this dirty alleyway. He debated this, knew that if he got her home, back to his flat, that they'd have all afternoon together to explore this new taboo relationship, but he was so aroused, so turned on... he just couldn't wait, he realized as he started to guide her further down the dark alleyway.

Sophie gave a little shriek of surprise as she felt Connor suddenly pushing her forward against a half-filled garbage skip, her hands reaching out, pushing against the dirty rusty metal to keep her from falling forward as her brother moved behind her. She felt his weight against her back, his hardness stabbing into her hip through their clothes. She was shocked, excited by feeling his desire, but a little frightened by this forceful side of him, a rough dominating aspect that she'd never seen in her brother before.

Connor gripped Sophie by her narrow hips, gyrating his crotch against her, grinding his cock into her perfect little bum, letting her feel how hard he was, how much he wanted her. Hearing her small cry of surprise had sparked something in him, had pushed him to be rougher, to take her, use her brutally. The fingers of his left hand dug into her hips, hard enough to bruise, as he hurriedly pulled his achingly hard cock out of his pants, a thick trail of pre-cum smearing across the skirt of her dress.

Sophie felt her dress pushed up, bunched up around her waist, Connor's large fingers yanking, pulling at her already torn panties, shredding them, reducing the expensive underwear to rags in his excitement, his eagerness to fuck her again. She was frightened, scared at his harsh actions, but also aroused, excited more than she could remember, thrilled that she could inflame any man's lust to this point especially when that man was her own brother. She was wet, her sex flooded at the thought of being used again, of being reduced to little more than a sex object for Connor, and she was ashamed by it.

Connor gripped her hips, slamming forward, his cock stabbing deep into her in one hard thrust.

Sophie gasped as he filled her again, the sheer **** of his thrust lifting her off her feet, pushing her harder against the dirty garbage skip. She was going to be sore from this, she'd have bruises that she'd not be able to explain to her husband, but she didn't care. She wanted Connor to take her, to fuck her like an animal, to use her here in this dirty dark alleyway.

Connor fucked her mercilessly, his desire for her increasing with each thrust, with hearing her gasp, small cries escaping her with each hard stab of his cock. He gripped her hair, pulling her head back, as he pounded into her, their bodies slamming hard against the skip, the alley echoing with the sound of their bodies slapping together. This was how he wanted her, how he needed to take her. Rough. Hard. Completely.

Sophie was crying, tears of pleasure and shame pouring down her cheeks as Connor fucked her mercilessly. Her body was sore, her sex surely bruised by his hard thrusts, but she'd never felt so good. This was what she needed, what she'd always wanted, what she'd craved in the deepest darkest corners of her mind. And now it was happening. Sophie's cries grew louder, her moans increasing as the pleasure built within her, the first smoky tendrils of a very powerful climax starting to snake through her body.

Connor was close, his forehead dripping with sweat, his arms and legs shaking from the exertion, the sheer ****, with which he was fucking her, the pressure beginning to build once more deep inside him. "Sophie!!!!" He growled into her ear, lifting her feet completely off the ground, slamming her down hard on his cock, as his body tensed, his hot seed flooding deep inside her again.

Sophie screamed out in pleasure as he filled her, her head thrown back, her eyesight dimming as the most powerful orgasm of her life pounded through her. It was so powerful she couldn't feel her toes, her fingers were going numb. She was blacking out, collapsing against the garbage skip as she lost consciousness.

Connor caught her as she passed out, his hands now gripping her gently, supporting her as his cock slipped from her flooded, dripping pussy. He watched in excited fascination as a thick bubble of his seed seeped out of her, trailing thickly down her thigh. He held her, holding her until she came back to herself. "Guess I got carried away, Sophie," he murmured apologetically as his sister glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes still glazed from her powerful climax, wide with shock, "sorry."

"Don't be," Sophie panted, giving her older brother a reassuring smile as she straightened up. Connor released her so that she could attempt to fix her dress, smoothing the now wrinkled skirt back down over her hips. "I just hope you always fuck me like that," she added with a teasing smile as she reached up under her dress, sliding her torn underwear down off her hips, letting them slide down her legs. Kicking the shreds of her ruined panties aside, Sophie laughed. "Guess these are no good to me now."

"I will," Connor her with a shy, satiated smile, glad that this would be an ongoing thing, that it wasn't just this one time as he put his arm around her waist, helping her walk out of the alleyway and back towards where she parked her Mini. "And I'll buy you new panties," he added, his hand dropping down to cup her ass through her dress as they walked.