Thread: Dinner for Two! (Jack Stalker and ShadyPrincess)

Emily had taken the job with her brother because it was a large pay increase and for no other reason - she had no idea that her brother Idris had any other intentions. Sure, her half brother had a rugged handsomeness about him, but she was not attracted to him much farther than that. Emily had, however, noticed a few side-long glanced from him in her direction that made her slightly uncomfortable, but she had always chalked them up to her own insecurities and that she was really just making things up. After she had gotten engaged to Brent she took notice that Idris had seemed to sort of distance himself from her for just a little while, but by the time the wedding came around, he did too. That had been just a few months ago. This dinner was the first time that the two immediate families had really gotten together since the wedding. Although Emily loved Brent, she was not a huge fan of Brent's mother. She had tolerated her all the way through dinner, but at the beginning of desert, she had excused herself for a few moment in order to get some 'air'. Since they were hosting it in her home, she had gone upstairs and into the bedroom she shared with Brent. She had her back turned towards the door, near the foot of the bed as she removed the dangling earrings that were beginning to irritate her earlobes. Throughout the meal she had seen more of his glances, but had attributed them to the awkward tempo of the conversation, everyone apparently walking on eggshells. Particularly every time that Brent's mother brought up them having children, even though she had made it clear it would be a few years down the road - they had just gotten married a few months ago, after all. She had passed him a few smirks across the tables as well as eye rolls, thinking they were just having a silent conversation between the 'courses' of the meal. But what she hadn't been able to catch was the glances he gave when she got up from the table to get more drinks, her maroon dress clinging tightly to her curves. The fabric was a bit stretchy and each time she got up, she tugged it down slightly to hide more of her lightly tanned thighs. It exposed just a bit of cleavage under her well-defined collar bones as her hair covered up one of the shoulder straps. Her gold-colored, strappy heels clicked against the hardwood floors and tile as she went into the kitchen and out of view. Emily was clearly unaware of the effect she had on her brother, as she hadn't noticed it tonight or at work. Emily hadn't even heard anyone come into the bedroom, probably because she was mumbling to herself and otherwise absorbed in her own thoughts. Just as she was about to turn to set her earrings down, she felt hands on her shoulders which caused her to stop. She smiled slightly, thinking it was Brent coming to comfort her after the frustrating conversations with his mother. But before she really got to realize what was happening she felt her body being pushed harshly against he King sized bed, bent over at the waist with a heavy weight on top of her. Hands went up her legs and tugged her tight dress up over the swell of her ass and then she heard the ripping of her black lace panties. Shelooked up to see them land on the bed in front of her, nearly shredded, but certainly unwearable at this point. She grunted and tried to get up, but the weight - which she assumed was that of Brent - was too much for her to overtake. Couldn't wait, could you, baby? she said, still not realizing who it was that was on top of her, but feeling turned on by his roughness it was out of character for Brent, but she figured perhaps something had come over him. Suddenly, though, she had the harsh realization that whoever it was that was behind her was not her husband as they shoved their long, hot rod deep into her without much warning. Her crystal blue eyes looked back to see her brother Idris and her eyes widened, even as a shudder wracked her body causing her to moan out, though she attempted to stifle it knowing there were people downstairs. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head before she closed them, her mouth hanging open as he continued to violate her and to her surprise, she liked it. She couldn't get herself to resist him as each inch of his hot shaft drove through her and the sound of his voice made her thighs quiver in a feeling she wasn't even sure Brent had been able to make her have before. Emily was confused, but she found herself speaking back to him all the same as the primal growl of his voice drove into her brain the same way that his cock was drilling into her pussy. Mnghh...Y-Yes... You're right, fuck... God, it feels so good, so fucking good... Your black cock feels so great... she stuttered, looking back at him again through some of her hair before her eyes closed tightly and she let out another muffled moan into her and Brent's bed. Her fingers gripped tightly as he pounded into her, forcing her body back and forth with each of his powerful thrusts.