Stairway to heaven

As Sophie slid through the door she took a backward glance, to make sure Connor was following and to throw him a cheeky smile. They’d raced up these stairs as children, a game they played when they came to stay with their Uncle, who had owned the penthouse before it had passed on to Connor on his untimely ****.

She grinned as she strode purposely up, letting her skirts swish. She wasn’t going to make the mistake she did as a little girl, scampering on ahead impetuously only to be overtaken, beaten at the last, by her faster, stronger older brother who always enjoyed leaving her breathless and defeated, crestfallen in a heap on the stairs.

Although, as she glanced back to check on their steady progress, she wouldn’t object to being a breathless heap on the stairs with him right now. Enjoying the thought but somewhat concerned with her obsession with sex, sex and her brother, and sex with her brother, on this hot afternoon, she carried on.

Swaying her slender hips as she did so now, hoping Connor enjoyed the view. She knew her dress was short. She knew it wouldn’t take much to be able to look up her dress as he walked behind. She knew she had a tight little bottom that she was proud of. She knew the skimpy black lace, which he had so nearly broached in the car, probably framed her bottom nicely, and that made her sway just a little bit more provocatively.

She stumbled slightly, nearly losing her balance, but recovered, and it just added to the heady thoughts that swirled. Imagined a thoughtful hand reaching out to steady her as she fell, maybe to her knees. His hand resting on her hip, or maybe unfortunately landing on her bum as she sprawled.

ImagIned maybe Connor's fingers bunched up her dress, hiking the light skirt up over her legs, pushing it up over her hips to expose more of her lacy black panties. Catching her unawares, his left hand held her skirt in a knotted bunch, while his impetuous right darted down between her tanned thighs, his fingers cupping her sex, feeling the hot wetness of her desire through the thin black lace.

As she knelt, defenceless, he was suddenly upon her, his mouth on the nape of her neck, his teeth nipping teasingly at her soft skin as his fingers stroked along the cleft of her sex, his thumb circling over the front of her panties, hitting the soft sensitive nub of her clit with every movement as she parted her legs and opened herself up to him willingly.

The sound of a zipper before the black lace was torn and his cock, her brother’s cock, was shoved roughly inside her as he took her forcefully, on her knees, on the dirty stairs. Possessed her, cumming quickly, impatiently, deeply inside her, making her bite her lip as he **** himself upon her.

Or wrenching her standing to her feet, her skirts up, pushing her against the metal mesh that encircled the lift shaft that the stairs enclosed. Her face pressed to the mesh (Sophie twirled her fingers in the mesh as she walked and fantasised) as the black lace was tugged aside and he mauled her with rough fingers before (and she nearly slipped again at the thought) he lifted her forcibly, legs parted, so he could push his cock inside her and fuck her from behind against the rough metal, her fingers gripping through the mesh that left an imprint on her face as she watched the lift go up and down. As he went up and down.

She slowed as she realised she had reached the top of the stairs and Connor caught up with her. Seeing her slightly red faced and slightly out of breath, he asked if she were ok. She smiled back, dismissing her thoughts but glancing down at his crotch.

“I’m fine. More than fine”, as she approached the front door to the apartment.