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Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

Susan thought she heard a door close outside in the hall. She shushed Josh immediately, starting to push him up off her and prying his hand out from up under Roger's tshirt. What if it was the entryway? What if it was Roger? Oh shit, what time is it? Josh, what time is it? How long have... ohhhh this might not be good. She slid herself out from under Josh's lean body and ran her fingers through her hair, looking around like a caged rabbit. Ok, get your shirt on... are your pants unzipped! Josh! She gave him a pretend swat, but it was an annoyed pretend swat. He might be coming, I think he's coming. Go out the window! She was whisper yelling, just couldn't help it. Josh laughed easily. Hey babe, ease up, come back here, I'm not finished with you. Your big bro sounds cool, he'll be down with us, no worries. He wasn't zipping up his pants. No no, you don't understand. He's cool but... Ohh, just trust me, if he doesn't let me stay here, I might have to go back to my mom who'd NEVER let us see each other. Or it could even be worse, like she could send me to an Uncle in Idaho or Iowa or whatever. Will you just listen to me? The sound of a key in the lock. It had to be. Susan's heart was pounding and she immediately smoothed her hair again with her fingers and straightened her tshirt again without quite noticing or fixing how it had gotten hitched on the hem of her panties in back. She just hissed at Josh. Hide, do something! Josh rolled from the couch with a thump and made a hiding motion under the glass coffee table, smirking up at her like he just thought the whole thing was funny. Susan took matters in her own hands and ran to the door to greet Roger before he could enter and go to the living room. Get him down the other hallway for some excuse so Josh could sneak out. What else was she going to do? Why was she so stupid. But of course, she could still feel her nipples swollen against the inside of the tshirt, still feel her lips tingling where they'd kissed, still felt all squishy and breathless.
Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

The drive home for Roger was more uneventful then the ride over. By then most people had arrived at their destinations and there weren't all that many cars on the road. It made him breath a little easier as he gripped the steering wheel, able to navigate with little to no stress this time around, Susan's clothes occupying the back seat. it gave him time to think as he navigated the streets about the situation. What kind of ground rules should he set? What kind of limits should he tolerate? What was he supposed to except from her, or how was she going to act? These thoughts occupied his mind the whole way home, so that he barely even noticed when he pulled into his own driveway. He left Susan's clothing in the backseat, figuring she could help him carry it in and she could organize it on her own time. He fumbled with the keys as he made his way up the steps, and when he finally got them steady turned them in the lock to open the door. He was somewhat surprised to see Susan there to greet him, seeming to be out of breath. His eyes were sharp and at once noticed a few things out of place. Her T-Shirt caught on the hem of her underwear, showing more then she probably bargained for. Her skin seemed flushed, as if she was doing something exerting...and her nipples seemed to poke against the shirt when it went flat against her chest. He resisted the urge to smile, instead wearing a false look of surprise. That must have meant Josh was here. He didn't like that she'd already invited this boy into his house, and he planned to lecture her on it, but he'd play along for now. I have your stuff in the car Susan. Want to help me put it in your room?
Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

As Roger came in, Susan was still a little flushed in the face, but she hoped Roger was still the big old dolt kind of big brother who missed important details -- because she felt like she was nothing but details to be noticed as he came in. Details protruding against her tshirt, breathless, anxious details. Her eyes flitted about quickly, like she was trying to figure out the floor plan, to figure out if she could lead him to some room with an excuse that wasn't too lame so Josh could slip out -- hoping Josh would be sensible enough to avoid the risk of messing this up with Roger and leave, at least for now. But her fears were groundless. Sure, Roger's eyes seemed to trail over her shirt -- no, his shirt -- making Susan fold her arms in front of her, but after a quick look about Roger was focused on her and talking like absolutely nothing was wrong. Susan sighed with relief, her lovable big brother was as clueless and oblivious about this kind of stuff as ever. Uh, well, you know how much I'd love to help, but... She glanced down at herself, like she was all legs in the tshirt. He didn't really think she'd go out dressed like this. But then again, how else was she going to give Josh a chance to sneak out? Well, I guess I can carry some light stuff and you can carry my books and jewelry box and the makeup stand -- you did get everything right? Mom didn't make you... whatever, don't worry about it. You can always go back if you have to, when she's not there. I know where she keeps the spare key. Whatever you brought is fine. Let me help. She took her big brother's big hand and hurried him out the door before he had a chance to look around anymore, and more importantly before Josh would have time to do anything stupid and cavalier, in that lovable but annoying way of his. Her hand that wasn't tugging Roger along behind her was pulling down on her shirt, trying to somehow stretch it enough to cover herself a little more. For all that her mom called her a tramp for how she dressed, Susan didn't really feel like one. It was for Josh, that's all. But the thought of walking out into the hall where that miserable old man might peer at her through his peep hole and jerk his withered old dick off staring at her in the tshirt made her blush and walk quickly, bare feet padding on the sparse hallway carpeting. She really hoped Roger's building had a parking garage and she wouldn't have to go out in the street like this. But most important was to give Josh a chance to sneak out, so Susan pressed on, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world for her to go out in just a tshirt like this, not giving Roger a chance to do anything but follow along, at least until he needed to show her where the car was.
Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

Richard nodded and turned around to go to the car. His mother thankfully had had the mind to tell him about her other things, like the jewelry box, make up stand, and books. Those he had put very carefully in the trunk of the car, which he unlocked now with his key. He grunted a bit as he lifted the most fragile object from the bottom, starting with the mirror. He took this item alone, careful to make sure he did not trip over anything on the driveway when he made his way back. The last thing he wanted was broken glass all over his driveway, as well as a very upset sister, who would not only be angry he had broken her mirror, but that she was most likely barefoot and would injure herself on the glass. I'll take this in and put it down. Show me where you want it when you get inside. When he went sidewise through the door, Richard opted to carry the mirror through a different hallway that passed close the the living room. The angle would not allow for either him or Josh to see each other, but the delinquent would surely here his footsteps down the hall. If his unwelcome guest was present, he would let him know he was hear that subtly, and if he didn't leave after hearing that...well, he'd have to use a more direct method of intimidation, one he would prefer not to use. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, as he really didn't want to hurt the boy Susan seemed to have such a vested interest in. Finally, he made his way to Susan's room, and put the mirror in the corner. He politely waited for his sister, who was most likely not for behind. When she did enter the room, however, it would be greeted by crossed arms and a stern look, along with a few surprising words for her. The next time you want to have company, let me know instead of just letting them in, OK Susan?
Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

Roger listened intently to what Susan had to say, although inwardly he was concerned and a little annoyed by it. What concerned him was her way of thinking, of trying to justify having this boy in his house without his given permission. She didn't seem to regret it that much, but he could tell she was afraid of getting kicked out of the house. All he had to do was listen to her tone of voice and he could tell that much. When she was finished, he didn't hide his frustration as he gave an exasperated sigh, sitting down on the bed and looking up at her. It was a stern look, but not one that was made for scolding. He would save that for another time, and he could only be fair. He hadn't officially laid down the ground rules, which he thought were fairly reasonable. He could only hope she could abide by them and keep peace in the household. I'm not saying you can't have company, Susan. Mom is overprotective, and I'm protective to. That said, I've never met Josh. I can't make a personal impression of him until I've seen him. But there ARE some rules I want to set because this house is like my sanctuary, and I just don't want the peace disturbed, OK? Roger took a deep breath to see how she'd react, as well as start off the rules of his list. He wasn't sure of Susan would abide by all of them, but if she tried, in his eyes, that was what mattered. If she did not, he would have to institute his own punishments, and while he wasn't sure what they would be, he could make them up as he went along, depending on the severity of the violation of the peace in his household. Number one would be just to let me know when you'll have company. It's not a major deal so long as I know that someone is here, just so that I can be careful. I understand you have a social life, but I like to know who is in my house.. Number two is curfew. I'm going to give you some leeway and say midnight, but no later then that. This gives you some time to party or do whatever, but as your brother and now caretaker, I'm responsible for your safety. If this means you have to call me for a ride, I'll do just that if you need to get home. This leads me to number three. Always keep your cell phone on and answer when I call. The last thing I need is to worry about where you are and not being able to get through. If we can live be these three simple rules together Susan, I think we'll be OK. And for the record, I AM glad you're staying with me.
Thread: FxF Smutty RP

Im interested in giving this a try with you. If you want just PM me and we can work some more details out.
Thread: Angel Corps [DonVoltonus and skittish_butterfly]

Princess was the one to take the call, so predictable really. Why did she always have to be the one going after him? Didn't anybody realize that maybe it might be nice if she could just be Samantha Appleton around him, at least for a little bit? Before the guns or knives or whatever came out? How would she know how he really felt about her? Despite the history, the violence, wasn't there a chance he could see past her figure and the fact of who she worked for? But once again that wasn't likely to be the case. Here she was again, creeping down a long carpeted hallway to a fancily appointed apartment door with gilded knockers. And once again she was doing it in her little green outfit, little strings basically tugging her here and there, keeping her privates from spilling out all over, wishing yet again she had the lithe figure of Strawberry or Bikini or... practically anybody. There it was though, the door slightly ajar. She didn't just storm right in though, how many times had that ever worked? No, she accessed the main alarm panel and patched in using a little wire and rerouting protocol. In a jiffy any watching eyes inside on the security comm were flying blind, and she had the signal patched to control who could at least give her a little guidance over audio, if anybody was even monitoring her mission. No backup for an hour? Skeleton crew with everybody else out doing who-knew what else? Of course. Hopefully her tech and stealth would get her the drop and she could bring him in this time. She went down to hands and knees and peered in through the bottom of the crack in the door. Nothing. No movement. Princess got up and took a deep breath and entered the room, eyes wide and alert for his presence, her whole body alert in ways she didn't like one bit. Slow steps, that would do it. Nothing to gain with a big frontal assault when she just knew with every fiber of her being he would win. Just the thought of grappling with his strength, their bodies struggling against each other, it was enough to make her weak, and she wasn't even fighting yet. One more corner to turn. Oh so quietly, pushing her glasses up her nose and running her fingers through her hair before she reached it just so... just so... well, it didn't hurt to look nice did it? Maybe it would give her an edge, was that so unreasonable?
Thread: Angel Corps [DonVoltonus and skittish_butterfly]

She walked around the corner coming face to face with the barrel of an assault shotgun. It was, as expected, and extension of Zach's arm. Well hello princess. He chuckled, bending his elbow to pull the gun back and rest it over his shoulder. He was utterly nude, except for a towel around his waist. Caught me coming out of the shower. He chuckled. Of course it doesn't seem you're wearing much yourself. He walked to the bed, sitting down with a grin. How about we skip the whole mission bit, and admit we both know why you really came. His eyes flicked over her body as he tossed the towel away, member already standing at attention.
Thread: Angel Corps [DonVoltonus and skittish_butterfly]

When the shotgun barrel suddenly appeared in her face like some great big threatening phallic symbol, Princess actually prided herself just the teeniest bit on the fact she didn't scream. Gasp yes, pout a little in frustration, sure. But at least she didn't scream. She tried to meet his cool chuckle and cold, in-charge teasing with an experienced air of indifference, tried to ignore the threat of the gun, and as his towel slipped aside, that other towering threat as well. It didn't work out, never did. She just wasn't that girl and she knew it. Princess found her eyes flitting back and forth in a really unseemly way between the gun and the cock, both seeming to point right at her, her expression a combination of hunger and fear if that was possible. She stepped away from the wall, keeping her hands where he could see them, knowing the routine. His eyes roamed over her body, so exposed in her little outfit. He must be disappointed in what he sees, maybe wishing I was one of the others instead. Still her eyes couldn't help fixating on his cock, so hard and thick and long. Was that the reaction of a disappointed man? Or was he just in the shower thinking about one of the others, one of the pretty ones. She pushed her glasses back up, wishing it was because of her. His words made her cheeks blaze hot, her eyes flitting to the floor a little embarrassed that he knew how she felt about him, wishing she could disappear, not just to avoid getting painfully shot to death, but more to avoid the heat of his knowing, smirking gaze. He sat there on the towel wearing nothing and staring at her, and yet she was the one who felt naked. Princess eyes returned to his, brief detours to his cock and gun as well, trying to make it seem like the glances of a professional threat assessment, but his returning gaze seemed to be having none of her charade. He could see everything plainly on her face, he must. She moaned with embarrassment, and other things. Ok, ok... so maybe... maybe yes, you know, yeah... How was she supposed to speak with that thing pointed at her? And the gun too! Look, yes, ok, I admit it, so yes let's skip the mission. For now. Could you put that thing away, please? The gun I mean. She stammered and blushed and tried to hold his knowing gaze with only partial success.
Thread: Angel Corps [DonVoltonus and skittish_butterfly]

He chuckled, tossing the gun aside. Only because I know you couldn't conceal anything with so much of your lovely body packed into that clothing. He stood, walking to her and planting a kiss on her lips and running his hands up her sides. You know, you're a bit more solid than the other girls. He smirked. I like that, you don't whine about it when I fuck you hard.
Thread: Angel Corps [DonVoltonus and skittish_butterfly]

Her head spun a little as he spun her around with his words, sending her spiraling down one way reminding her of her shortcomings, and then making it sound like the highest compliment, that his highest compliment would be she didn't whine from his hard fucking. Princess almost sputtered trying to understand whether she was feeling outrage at his words and tone, or if it really excited her as much as her fluttering insides were telling her. Most importantly though, despite the gun he'd pointed at her, his crude and somewhat insulting manner, Princess did not want to even come close to whining, not now after what he said, not if it would turn his lewd and brutish compliment into a lie. Princess had to bite her lip just to keep from a soft whimper at the way her insides were flip-flopping around as he stared at her, his cock still fully focused on her as well. But at least he'd thrown away the gun. She couldn't say it put them on even footing, not with her outfit that couldn't hide a thing, as he said -- not a weapon, nor her body's embarrassing reactions to embarrassing situations. And not with how much better he was at fighting than her, how much stronger he was, how much more determined. And sexy. Even unarmed. Was there anyway to escape this without getting shot? Without escaping too soon, before, things happened? She looked behind her, the door so far away. What if she ran for it? He was naked and sitting down. But he was fast, and she was dressed like this. She thought about him catching her, taking her down, his weight on top of her, and had to bite her lip again as she looked at him. But what if he just took the gun and shot her instead? Why did it always have to feel so hopeless? Why couldn't she have some abilities that let her escape, or have a fair shot like the other girls did sometimes? Or why couldn't she have the kind of body that blinded men with passion, gave her the edge. At best, her body would just get her a hard fucking, that she would have to be careful not to whine about. And then the thought of the hard fucking was all she could think about. Is there any chance you could just, let me go? I could promise to turn off the seek code I put on your electronic signature and all of your transactions. I wouldn't even tell anyone. She wouldn't really, not if he didn't make her double super secret swear.
Thread: Angel Corps [DonVoltonus and skittish_butterfly]

Maybe. But do you really want to leave without having a little fun with the man you know is the only one who enjoys your body? He chuckled, running his hands up her belly to rub her breasts. I love girls with a little bounce to them, the other angels are just so, normal. He planted another kiss on her neck. Besides, nobody else wanting you keeps you nice and tight for me. He trailed off, a hand sliding into her thong, rubbing over he lower lips.
Thread: Angel Corps [DonVoltonus and skittish_butterfly]

Princess shook her head without even thinking at his first question, her hair moving gently on her back as she answered almost out of instinct. Of course she stopped it immediately, especially as the hidden little barb that he was the only one sunk home, and as she reminded herself that as much as he enjoyed her body, he was also the enemy. She stared back at him with a hurt expression in her eyes, watching him apprehensively as he reached toward her with an entitled little chuckle that was almost insulting. That was when she should have run. Or used her palm to jam the bridge of his nose back into his brain pan, if she'd even really been one to follow all that training like the others. But his touch on her exposed skin, so slowly caressing her belly, then her breasts, it wouldn't let her. She vaguely decided this was his fault, not hers. He was playing with her breasts, little squeezes and jostles and tugs, and it felt too good to step away from, just having him gaze at her that way, as if she wasn't half as hideous as she thought she was. The kind words, that kiss on her neck -- why the neck, where she was so sensitive? -- it set her senses tingling and her insides twisting around with a damp heat. He ended the kiss, making her groan, and whispered more words of insult and desire, making her want him and wonder whether she deserved him at the same time. She hated him for making her want him so much. But she couldn't bring herself to act on that hate as his firm hand slipped where it pleased, teasing and stroking her and making her pant as she stood with her legs compliantly parted to let him grope her even more. She was too embarrassed by the weakness her feelings betrayed to him to answer him directly, with words. She could only answer by standing still, not running away, keeping her arms back where he wouldn't think she was resisting what he wanted and possibly stop, or worse kill her.
Thread: Angel Corps [DonVoltonus and skittish_butterfly]

He moved slowly, pulling his hand back up to remove the strap of her bra, letting her hefty breasts spill out. Now see, I think these are just lovely. He cupped them in his hands. Soft and bounce, with big perky nipples. He gave her nipples a pinch for emphasis. He sat down on the edge of the bed, patting his lap with a grin. Why don't you turn around, take off that poor straining thong, and sit on my lap? With your back too me it'll be much easier to play with those luscious breasts of yours.