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

As Emily's back slammed against the hard wood of the closed door, she audibly grunted at the stinging feeling on her shoulder blades and elbows. The feeling of Idris' lips against her own was a bit of a shock - they had just had dirty, harsh, guilt-ridden incestuous and adulterous sex, after all. A kiss seemed so much more intimate for some reason - but while there was passion behind the lip lock, there was not really any love. The feelings were clear, though domination, passion, need, fulfillment, relief. He had unknowingly released a side of his sister that not even she knew about, but it was out now and as her lips connected with his she gladly tangled her tongue with his, tasting his saliva like it was the last drink she was ever going to have. The motions of his hands were animalistic and sharp, gripping and shoving at every possible part of her body that his hands could reach. She squirmed and squealed in delight into his lips as his hands made contact with the fabric of her dress over her crotch. When he finally let her go she stumbled a little, still weak at the knees from the good fuck he had just given her. Her hand explored his crotch a little and he would see her eyes light up, eager to feel his hard member in her hand, mouth, or hole once again. How had she missed all the signals for this long? How hand she not known that her brother had been so hot for her that his cock was begging for release right into her hot cunt? The idea of sending him pictures intrigued her, but she wasn't quite sure how she would pull it off. She made it back downstairs and sat awkwardly across the table from Brent who just smiled at her, having no idea what had happened. Once everyone had left, she had made some mention of not feeling well and the couple went to bed with but a peck on the lips and few sweet words. Emily waited to hear her husband snoring before she reached over to her nightstand and turned on the soft light of her bedside lamp. Her crystal blue eyes scanned over to the other side of the bed to make sure Brent was still asleep. When he made no movement, she grinned and pulled out her phone. She bit her lip and slipped her hand down to pull up the night gown she had worn to bed without any panties on. She pulled the covers back and turned the camera on, slipping her lithe fingers down between her thighs which she then spread open within view of the lens. Emily began to think about what had happened that evening and within minutes her fingers felt wet and sticky just imagining her brother's cock inside of her once again. Just as he had asked, she snapped a few photos - in a couple of them even Brent was barely visible in the background - and sent them away to his cellphone to give him something to look at in the morning before she got to the office. After she had another orgasm to the thought of her brother's black cock inside of her tight white slit, all while having to force herself to cover her mouth with a tight hand, she finally fell asleep with an early alarm to get up for work. The next day she was getting ready, rummaging through her closet for something to wear. She knew what he wanted her to wear - and Emily was certain she had something that would fit his description. It was not abnormal for her to dress up for work, either especially working at a modeling agency she was expected to look very pristine all day for prospective clients. Off of a rarely-moved hanger she pulled a red dress and slipped it over her body - the fabric was so stretchy, so thin, so skin-tight that there was no way for her to be able to wear any panties under it. Anything, including a thong, was likely to give her a visible panty line. Not that she figured Idris would mind much about that. It came down to the middle of her thighs, already restricting her ability to move her legs too quickly. The sides had circles cut out of the stretch fabric and replaced with sequins and red netting, allowing others to get a glimpse of her pale, flawless flesh underneath the garment. The back snapped at her neck, but otherwise was a large open oval shape that extended from the small of her back up to her shoulder blades, affording her no ability to don a bra, either. Luckily the inside of the dress had some built in cups to support her breasts, but aside from her heels and jewelry, there was nothing else on her body. Emily managed to get away from Brent without him questioning her that morning - about her attire or the idea that she was leaving for work an hour early today. Her heart was pounding and she could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Was it going to be this exciting every time? Even as she drifted to sleep the night before she had thought that maybe the excitement of what her and Idris had begun was going to fade, but as she found herself speeding toward the converted loft, it seemed as fresh as it had when he was pressing his brotherly lips directly to her own. As she parked her car in the covered garage, she cut the engine and grabbed her purse and keys before stepping out. Her heels were honestly a bit ridiculous for working in all day - but Idris had insisted on a pair of her highest heels and she had never really had the opportunity to wear this pair. She had won them at a silent auction at one of Idris' work events a year or so ago and while she loved them, they always seemed to extravagant to wear anywhere for her. But now she had somewhere to wear them to, and someone who she knew would appreciate them on her. The thin heels clicked on the floor as she walked from the elevator to the door and she fumbled with her keys for a moment before finally being able to open the door. She shut it behind herself but didn't lock it after all, no one was expected at the office for another couple of hours. She headed toward the office with a beautiful view and before she even put her purse down on her desk, she heard her brother talking to her. As she appeared in the frame of the door, she grinned at him, nearly feeling the heat from his gaze as his eyes scanned every inch of exposed flesh from her neck down to her toes. There was a feeling in the pit of her stomach that Emily just could not describe as she walked forward, heels click, click, clicking against the tiled floor as she advanced on him with determination. Oh, I know exactly what you want, brother dear... she said to him as she came around the side of his desk, allowing him a better and closer view of her choices. She spun a little on the heels before coming back around to face him, Did I choose properly? Her tongue glided over the bottom of her top teeth and she smirked before she leaned down and put her hands on either side of his arm rest so that her face came close to his. He wouldn't really be able to see her breasts, but he could smell the sweet indulgence of his sister's perfume and shampoo as her hair fell into her face a little. Without another word Emily leaned in and kissed him hard, groaning softly as their lips and tongues once again connected, having no fear now of someone hearing or catching them as they kissed or he drilled her holes with reckless abandon.