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Samantha felt bad, depraved, and so incredibly relieved that she had a hard time resisting the urge to ask her brother for another orgasm. It had been the first time. After being nearly raped by her father, she had always avoided feeling like a sexual being and touching herself.

And to be honest, she hadn't expected that to ever change. And now she lay here beneath Killian. He slid onto her slim body, covering one of her breasts again with firm, wet kisses and forcing her hand to touch his torso. Her fingers slowly ran over the clearly defined muscles of his stomach while Killian sat up and watched her with veiled eyes.

She was afraid Sam couldn't deny that and only when this fear left her face and her eyes just couldn't take her eyes off her own fingers did he end the tour. He wanted, no, he demanded that she touch him and she was only too happy to comply with his clear request after initial hesitation. She placed her second hand on his broad chest, tracing the strong tendons to his shoulders with her fingers, stroking his biceps and just couldn't stop touching those seductive muscles, which contracted and grew harder under her touch.

He was such an incredibly handsome man and following an instinct she lifted her own torso and kissed the spot between his neck and shoulder lightly as a feather. a bitter, salty taste exploded on her tongue and Killian tilted his head back and groaned with his eyes closed. Having that power melted her last shyness.

Her fingernails scraped across his chest, leaving a faint red line that made him gasp deeply and caused Killian to grab her ass with both hands and lift her until she was sitting, legs apart, on his lap. Her firm breast tips rubbed against his upper body and she still distributed almost shy kisses on his neck. Suddenly unsure of what to do next, she looked at her and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "May I kiss you again?"

Instantly, one of his large hands cupped her face and his mouth pressed against hers while his tongue pushed in unrestrainedly poked her mouth. His hips picked up the rhythm and his hard sex pressed against hers until she thought she could come off it alone again. She let him kiss her for a long time, enjoyed the intimacy and was still at a loss as to what to do now, how exactly she should return the favor.

She already understood what he wanted. She was supposed to make him come as well, but a mixture of insecurity and shame prevented her from finally sliding her fingers to the waistband of his open pants and grasping that hard something that was pressing so eagerly against her . It wasn't that she didn't want it, just...

Killian seemed to sense her hesitation, took control of one of her hands again and slid it to his crotch. He moaned loudly into her mouth as her fingers wrapped around his hardness, touched him through his underpants.

"Fuck!" he cursed, shoving her hand down his pants and growling impatiently as Samantha finally grasped the soft yet rock hard erection and willingly let him show her how to touch it. The firm tip was wet and relieved the sliding of her fingers, how her own wetness had aided his penetration before.

He kissed her, panting as he did so, and Sam felt the sound of his voice arousing her further too. Was that right? She should get wet too, if she hit him pleasure that way?

"Hard!" he demanded and Sam increased the pressure on her hand. The thick vein on his shaft twitched and then, while Killian bit her lower lip passionately, he exploded. Samantha felt something warm and wet splash against the bottom of her stomach but couldn't think harder because Killian bit her as he came and pulled her hair tightly as if losing control of himself. As he stopped in pulsing in her hand and the last gush of his orgasm had unloaded on her body, she looked fascinated into her brother's incredibly beautiful eyes and didn't dare to think about what had just happened.

What they had done - what they had done together. She could feel her inner muscles clawing desperately at the emptiness between her legs, as if wishing that long, rock-hard body part was right there in her hand, and she felt herself getting even wetter. Killian took her face in both hands, smiled breathlessly, ran her thumb over her swollen lips and just looked at her for a long time while both their bodies began to calm down.

"Next time you're going to put it in your mouth, sweetie," he announced, slipping a thumb in her mouth and dreamily watching it slide in and out slowly.

"And then I'm going to lick you until you cum. Over and over again." Sam blushed and felt his normally limp cock begin to twitch again in her fingers.

"Would you like that?" Killian asked wickedly and Sam knew she didn't have to nod for him to hear her answer. Her pupils dilated in delight. He kissed her cheek and suddenly seemed to be as tender as he was it could only be a big brother.

" But first we'll clean you up. I came on you." At these words, Sam blushed again and looked down at her body. She was still holding his shaft in her hand and was fascinated by the wide, wet tip that stretched out to her invitingly - it became hard again. Then she saw the milky white liquid on her naked torso and gasped, which seemed to amuse Killian.

"Don't panic, if I'm in your mouth I won't soil you," he whispered very softly. Samantha understood the imperative behind those words: she would suck on him until he came, he would cum in her mouth. wet tip that stretched out invitingly towards her - he became hard again. Then she saw the milky white liquid on her naked torso and gasped, which seemed to amuse Killian.