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Killian cupped her waist, preventing her from being able to press against his mouth and making her feel even more helpless than she already was by simply stepping over her hot core and kissing her stomach. She cursed softly while he drew a hot trail with his tongue from her navel to between her breasts, which were only sparsely covered, but didn't touch anything with his mouth there either, which could have given her even the slightest satisfaction.

Impatiently, Sam pushed the shirt apart further, baring her torso and kneading her chest while slipping the other hand between her legs. If he didn't want to touch her then...

"Don't you dare, Sam!" Killian exclaimed sharply. He grabbed her hands and put them on the seat. "This is mine!" Sam froze briefly under the seriousness in his voice and when he took his hands away again, she didn't dare to touch herself again.

As a reward, he grabbed both of her breasts, pressed them together briefly and then grabbed the waistband of her panties and tore the fine lace. Samantha's eyes widened and she looked at him in horror.

"Hey! You can't just-"

She took a deep breath as Killian slipped his tongue between her pussy lips and began to lick her in an unyielding rhythm. She came immediately, bracing her hips into his mouth and moaning loudly as he just kept going.

Her fingernails scratched helplessly over the fabric of the couch, her whole body arched and her hips swayed, driven by a rhythm so ingrained in her genes that she didn't have to think about it. Kilian tightened his grip to keep her still, but remained merciless in his actions. Again and again his tongue hit against a particularly sensitive point and made her see asterisks and then his teeth sank into her. It hurt, just briefly, before the feeling of another orgasm washed away.

Still, tears welled up in her eyes and something wet ran down her temples before disappearing into her hair.

Killian pushed himself up her body, forcing her legs wide enough for him to squat comfortably between them, and then sucked on the hard peaks of her breasts. First one then the other. Sam still didn't dare to touch him, feeling like he was going insane. She felt so empty.

Her inner muscles spasmed painfully around the emptiness in her body and she wanted him inside her so badly that she almost lost all control. So much so that she begged in tears.

"Please Killian. please be in me It hurts," she sniffed, and then he rammed two fingers inside her without warning. She gasped loudly, but it wasn't enough. She wanted more, she wanted to cum as hard and violently as he had just when he bit her down to do it.

She was still begging, even as he curled a finger inside her and she almost managed to climax, but only almost Killian pushed himself further up her, his head landing on her throat and he moaned in satisfaction as she let go pressed against him.

"Turn around, sweetie," he moaned just as desperately as she did, and she nodded in a hurry before she could really process what he was saying.

She didn't have time for it either, because Killian pulled her out over the seat, turned her around until only her upper body was lying on the couch and positioned himself behind her. Unlike her, who was basically just in the open shirt, her brother was fully dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, and he didn't even bother to undress as he undid his pants, rubbed his hard cock against her entrance, and then thrust into her.

This time it was no slow groping, no reluctance. He was in her in his entire length from one second to the next and tears welled up in Sam's eyes. It burned. But her muscles yielded willingly to let him in, and while she felt he was just a tad too big for her, she didn't want him to pull away.

As he lingered, he ripped at the shirt fabric, ripping it off her shoulders and off her arms, and tossing the fabric aside. He ran his hands down her back, his fingers curled around her neck, and then Killian began thrusting.

Sam didn't have a chance to support himself, his hands pressed her to the seat of the couch while he mercilessly and loudly pulled out of her again and again to enter again with full force. The rubbing of his erection deep inside her pushed her step by step towards her own climax. Though she should feel used in this position, she trusted Killian so much that it felt good to be taken by him.

She could barely think straight as he speeded up and then slowed down again. As he began to fuck her uninhibitedly, whispering the whole time about how he should have done it years ago. Sam got lost in the idea that they could do this for years to come and then unexpectedly came out with an extremely hard thrust that turned her muscles to jelly.

Killian continued to thrust into her, then erupted into her with all his might, collapsing on top of her. Sam just lay there, trying to catch his breath while Killian kissed her neck, apologizing for the violence of his actions and just didn't seem to want to get out of her.

Sam snuggled up to him, enjoying his tenderness after the intense sex and was totally unprepared for what he whispered to her.

"I'm a pervert, Sam. It turns me on incredibly to know that you are my sister. That I can have you whenever I want. Any way I want," he murmured and his cock inside her actually hardened again and Sam briefly wondered if that made her a pervert too - and if such a thing even existed: perversity.