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When Sam returned from the bathroom and surreptitiously looked for her brother, she wasn't surprised to see him piling takeaway food onto two plates and placing them on the dining table.

"How could I believe that you would actually 'make' food?" She smiled, taking big strides towards him and taking the glass of water he had just filled. Killian grinned widely.

"How could I ever think you'd stop wearing my clothes?" he replied in the same tone, scanning her outfit with more than satisfaction. Sam had tied her hair in a messy bun at the back of her head, however, a few strands had managed to escape her attention and gotten wet in the shower, now lying like dark golden threads on her shoulders and slowly soaking through the white shirt she had borrowed from Killian.

"Is that a problem for you?" Samantha asked seriously, sitting across from him on the other set table. Killian pushed his plate right next to hers, preventing anything from standing between them during the meal. He leaned towards her and kissed her ear.

"No, Sam. Like any other man, I'm very glad that you can't wait to have me around. Or in you," he whispered promisingly and Sam felt her erect nipples press against the light fabric while she waited for this hot rush of desire to subside in her body.

It wouldn't hurt next time, she suddenly realized, and wondered how long it would be before she didn't feel sore anymore. No matter how much Killian had held back, her body had clearly had trouble absorbing him. She blushed again. Damn. How long has she been blushing? And why was Killian just giggling in amusement before turning to his food.

"You're annoying me," Sam threw at him with little amusement. Killian nodded in absolute agreement.

"Naturally. I'm your brother, I have the duty and the privilege to annoy you, Sammi," he just grinned broadly and then pointed to the food with his fork. She took the hint and began to eat as well.

He hadn't lied. It hadn't changed anything between them. He was still the loving, sometimes annoying brother he was before. They hadn't diminished. They were more. Nothing was lost. Sam was relieved and a few minutes later she decided to tease him in the same way.

She went back to the fridge on the pretext of refilling the glass, but put the glass down in the small sink in the single kitchen and took a new one from the shelf. From the top.

As she reached out for another glass, the hem of Killian's shirt rose enough to reveal her buttocks and he could glimpse her virgin white panty made of sheer white lace - the only underwear she wore . And as expected, Killian's gaze literally burned onto her butt.

"You'll have to reach out a little more if you want to get a hold of it," he teased, his voice more hoarse than humorous. It was clear that he would turn around her attempt to tease him. But she wasn't done yet.

"You could also just help me," she suggested innocently and the sentence was hardly spoken when she heard the scraping of the chair legs on the floor and after less than a second Killian was standing behind her. The hand pressed on her stomach, his hard Erection pressing against her buttocks and his hot breath beating against her neck.

He grabbed his outstretched hand and placed it on the counter, then ran his fingers up her arm. His hand wrapped around her throat and pushed her head back. He kissed her cheeks, bit her earlobe, undid the buttons of her shirt with his hand on her stomach. She moaned as she slipped in and touched her bare chest, his fingers knowing exactly how to touch her, making her breath quicken and Sam closing her eyes in pleasure.

"Are you wearing nothing but these provocative panties and my shirt? What a naughty girl you are,” he crooned. Sam took a deep breath as his thumb trailed over the top of her chest.

"My little sister, she shouldn't be walking around like that. Do you know what men would do to you then?"

"Touch me?" Sam asked hoarsely, clenching his thighs and wanting nothing more than to touch himself. Now that she could, she wanted to explore every inch of his gorgeous body, and not with her hands.

"If only it was that, sweetie. They would want to delve into you, elicit those sweet sounds you make. I can't let that happen," he said, pinching her nipple and then turning her around so abruptly that Sam squealed briefly.

"Are you well enough for that?" Killian asked caringly. His hand was already uninhibitedly kneading her bottom and the throbbing of his erection against her stomach made it very clear what he meant by "for that".

"I'm just a little sore, it's okay if you..."

"No," he cut her off. His other hand landed on her bum as well, then he picked her up and walked her across the apartment, dumping Sam on the couch facing the big screen TV.

"I won't hurt you, it will have to be done differently," he decided resolutely, kneeling in front of her, opening her legs and placing his head between them. When Sam realized what he was going to do, her breath became ragged and she was more than curious how it would feel if he...

Her head snapped back and she tangled her fingers in his blond hair as he dug his teeth into her inner thighs, pulled her hips forward for better access, and then licked the area with his tongue. which he had just massacred. He wasn't even close to her sex and yet she felt herself getting wet and something hot gathering in her stomach.

"Oh god, please please Killian. Do it!" she begged with a groan and got impatient when he only dealt with her thigh and didn't approach an inch of her demanding middle.

“Don't be so impatient, sweetie. All in good time."