Afternoon Delights

Connor glanced over at Sophie as he unlocked the door, a smile curling his lips as he looked at his sister. He still didn't believe what had just just happened in the lift, his still hard cock twitching eagerly at the memory of how she'd felt, how it'd been to finally have her. And now we've got all afternoon together, he assured himself, knowing that the apartment was empty, his wife at work and Hannah, the nanny, out on her day off.

Sophie paused, catching Connor glancing at her, seeing his smile, feeling a new rush of excitement run through her at the way he was looking at her. She could tell he wanted her again. Good, she thought as he pushed the door to his apartment open, holding it for her. Very good, She added, sneaking another glance at his cock. He was hard. She wanted him hard.

Connor watched Sophie as she breezed in, brushing casually against him. Connor headed off to the kitchen with a promise of some crisp Chardonnay, so Sophie headed to the lounge, sighing as she entered the large empty room, moving to stand in front of the wall length window that filled the room with light and also gave one of the best views across Regents Park. Sophie had fond memories of happy times in this flat with Uncle but Connor had transformed this into something quite exceptional.

Sprawling on one of the large leather sofas, Sophie basked in the heat from the sun, stretching out languidly. Her heart still beat fast, the memory of what they'd just done, the lingering sensation of him inside her. Speaking of which, she slipped a sneaky hand under her dress to explore her black lace knickers. No, it was not her imagination, she was hot and wet. Receptive. Like a bitch on heat.

She looked down at herself as she lay there. Her dress was short and had risen up again, leaving little to the imagination but she decided to **** the issue. She reached back for her zipper and started to undo her dress. .Time to give him a surprise, Sophie thought as she worked the zip down, letting her dress slide off her shoulders, leaving her standing there in just her Bordelle black lace briefs. She chewed on her lip for a few seconds, debating whether she should lose her panties also, if she should let Connor find her naked on his sofa or if the panties added to the moment by concealing something, hiding her sex. Her chest flushed red and her heart started beating faster as she made her decision, her thumbs hooking into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her slender hips and kicking them aside.

Connor was whistling silently as he carried the bottle of wine and two glasses back into the lounge, his eyes going wide as he saw Sophie sprawled out on the large leather sofa, her slender body completely naked as she lay there, waiting for him. He'd seen her naked before, years ago at the lake where Sophie liked to swim naked, but that was when she was a girl. It had been innocent back then... there was nothing innocent in the way his eyes traveled over his sister's petite body now, admiring her small breasts, her toned stomach, the small patch of brown curls between her thighs.

Sophie smiled nervously as Connor stared at her, her heart beating fast in her ears, as she lay there on display for him. This was the most blatant thing, the most forward she'd ever been with a man, she thought to herself, feeling a taboo thrill pulse through her at the fact that it was her own brother. She watched him carefully, judging his reaction, as she saw where he was looking, slowly spreading her legs for him, exposing herself completely to him.

As she slowly spread her legs, Connor's eyes drifted lower, examining her sex, running over the small tuft of curls, the swollen lips as they glistened with excitement. Despite having come only moments before in the lift, Connor felt a surge of lust, the need to have Sophie again, to take her hard and fast.

Sophie gulped as she saw the look in her brother's eyes, the raw desire flashing across his face as he looked at her, his eyes raking her naked body hungrily. My husband never looks at me like that, she thought with a brief bitter frown as she opens her legs wider for her brother. "Please, Connor," Sophie whispers softly, lifting her hips slightly off the couch, offering herself completely to him. "Please fuck me again," she gasps, her cheeks coloring in shame at how blatant she was being, how slutty she was acting.

Her words snapped Connor out of his reverie, his hands dropping the wine and glasses carelessly to the floor where one of the glasses shattered, his hands ripping at his jeans, tearing his fly open, freeing his hard cock once more as he rushes to Sophie.

Sophie let out a soft cry of surprise as her brother crashed into her, his hard body pressing her into the soft leather seat of the sofa, crushing her as his hands tore his clothes off, his mouth covering hers in a fierce, savage kiss. He was rough with her, careless with her in his urgent passion, his hands gripping her shoulders, her arms, her hips, hard enough to bruise as his tongue ravaged her mouth, his teeth nipping, biting, at her lips, her neck.

Connor bit Sophie's shoulder, his teeth gripping her hard as he pushed his hips forward, spearing his steel hard cock deep into her, stabbing deep into her wet eager sex. He fucked her hard, harder than in the lift, moving in her with a savage, almost cruel, need.

Sophie sobbed in pleasure and fear as Connor fucked her, used her, roughly. She was surprised, shocked, at his savagery but also completely aroused, excited by the primal lust with which he fucked her. This wasn't the gentle, bored, lovemaking she was used to with her husband, nor the reverential sex she'd had with boyfriends in the past, this was something different, something new, and Sophie found herself surrendering to it, submitting her body and mind to her brother's casual animalistic fucking. She felt each hard fast thrust, her eyes rolling back in her head, her mouth falling open as the familiar pressure of her climax started to build within her. She was going to come and come hard. Perhaps harder than ever before, she thought as she looked up at Connor above her, watching his body move with quick primal efficiency, his long slender cock pumping deep into her. She let out a long low gasp, her body going rigid as she felt the first tendrils of her orgasm wash through her, her moans changing to cries, to sobs of release as tears wet her cheeks, crying at the powerful climax ripping through her. The pleasure was too much, her mind shutting down, going blank as she came.

Connor felt her tense beneath him, watched her orgasm ripple across her face, seeing the pleasure in her wide eyes pushing him towards his own hard climax. As his sister cried out beneath him, her eyes rolling back in her head, Connor slammed himself hard into her, holding himself there as his body was raked by spasms. He grit his teeth as his cock bucked, jerked, exploded deep inside her. He pumped his hips once, twice more, before slumping down on top of Sophie, his chest heaving, his body exhausted from the powerful fucking he'd just given her.

The siblings lay there, both exhausted, slipping into a deep contented sleep, naked on the large leather couch, their bodies still entwined in a passionate embrace as the sun beamed down on them though the wide window.

Sophie awoke first, slipping out from beneath Connor, padding across the lounge naked, heading to the bathroom to clean herself, to deal with the hot wet mess now seeping out of her bruised sex.

Connor stirred as his sister climbed off the couch, his eyes fluttering open, following her as she walked naked across the lounge. His gaze ran down her slender back, admiring the shape of her, his eyes lingering on her small pleasingly round backside. She's got a great ass, he mused to himself, feeling a small tremor of lust run through him. I wonder if she'll let me fuck it?