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

Her excuse for her absence would be just about as easy - after all, it was her home. Emily would say something about maybe having a headache or not feeling well or something and likely no one would really question her. After all, pretending to be sick would get her out of sex in the unlikely event that Brent was even interested in having his way with her in the first place. Unlike her brother, apparently, he needed her to take the lead in the bedroom. Maybe that was why Emily was enjoying this so much - between the surprise of him fucking her and the intensity with which he was doing it and enjoying himself, this was a new experience in many ways for her. Although Brent was smart and kind, it was clear even to Idris apparently that he lacked the ability to give Emily what she really wanted. Though if she was being honest, her brother had just awakened this part of his sister just now. Never before had she thought she wanted to act like such a depraved slut before now. But he was literally drawing that tendency out of her every time he pulled his hips back and he was driving home that point every time he slammed them back down into her hips and caused her to moan. Her fingers were twisted harshly into the bedsheets, pulling them ever closer to her as she tried to hold herself up under the barrage of thrusts that threatened to make her fall back down into the bed. She was certainly going to have to remake the bed before Brent came back upstairs for the night. She had long ago lost track of the earrings she had been removing when Idris first came up behind her and forced her down into the bed. As he forced himself deeper into her, though she was completely unaware that was even possible, her mind was beginning to haze over. Each stroke that he forced into her made her groan for him, making her want more of something that she didn't even know was a possibility less than twenty minutes ago. As he told her how he was going to continue his bombardment of fucking in the future, her eyes fluttered closed and she stifled a moan into the bed sheets, nearly biting the cotton to keep herself quiet enough to not arouse suspicion from those family members who were downstairs. Any one of them could have walked up the stairs during this and would have walked in on Idris fucking his own sister from behind, causing her white skin to redden as his hips slapped against her and made lewd, sexual sounds. Of course, if any one of those people came up to see what was happening, they would probably pass out from shock. After all, there was Emily acting like a slut, enjoying every hot inch of her brother's cock as he buried it deep inside of her. Mm, y-yes... Yes, please... Please make me cum over and over... Telling me what a whore I am for my brother's cock... she groaned, looking back at him through some strands of hair. Her head was tilted back harshly once again as his slender fingers gripped tightly into her locks, forcing her to turn one way or the other based on his grip. Emily tried to listen as he spoke to her about what he wanted her in tomorrow at work, but her mind was fuzzy - between the hot, pleasurable sensation between her thighs and his fingers gripped into her dark brown hair, there was little room for her to be thinking much of anything. Even still, she nodded her head furiously to indicate she understood. Mm, y-yes... A-Anything, if you'll fuck me again... Mmngh... Fuck, yes... Fuck my tight little white cunt... she growled back at him as she felt his hips pick the pace back up to something that was really just senseless. He had awakened something inside of her in a matter of just a few minutes and she was clearly not fighting against it and hadn't for more than a splint second. Shit, I-I know exactly what I'll wear... Mmm, you can fuck me first thing in the morning and I'll just be right outside your office all fucking day, waiting for you to need my fucking pussy again... she spit out, her words betraying her usually sweet disposition. She was certain that no one had ever heard her speak like that before, not even Emily herself, really. Her body tightened around him instinctively when she felt the first wave of hot, sticky cum deep inside of her slit. She felt the first splash of pleasure from her own orgasm wash over her as he continued to cum inside of her tight, searing hot insides, filling her up just as he had promised to do. She could feel some of his spunk dribbling out of her cunt as he literally had overflowed her passage and as he pulled his long cock out, he pulled some more of the substance with him. Her muscles were still contracting around his cock as he pulled away, and she felt a pleasurable soreness from having to stretch to fit his girth as it was retracted from her folds. When he pulled all the way out, she nearly fell onto the bed, weak at the knees. She managed to push herself up to stand, though, feeling the warm, wet cream begin to slid down her leg. Her throat cleared as she turned to look at him. Knowing he was right and that she would need to get downstairs soon, she moved to pull her dress back down over her ass - she didn't bother with panties this time. Emily then moved to fix the sheets a little, toss her shredded underwear in a nearby waste bin and to run a brush quickly through her hair - his gripping had made her have serious sex-hair. She also took a towel from a hamper and wiped up her legs some so that the seed he had shot onto her porcelain skin was at least not visible on the outside of her dress. I'll see you downstairs... And at work tomorrow, she emphasized as she passed by him and moved out the door of the bedroom, a little unsteady on her own two feet still. After being such a lewd, wanton slut she was having a slightly difficult time clearing her mind enough to return to civil conversation with the rest of her family, especially when she was sitting across the table from her brother.