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Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

Chastity was beyond furious and when he went to dump her on the bed, she dug her nails into his back and hoped that he felt the sting before she dropped the bed with a slight squeak. The bed was surprisingly soft and she almost sank down into it before it reformed under her to bring her back up. She didn't bounce, thankfully, but her breasts jiggled at the movement. Completely disregarding her shirt, she crawled off of the bed and went after him to possibly beat the shit out of him or some sense into him, she couldn't decide which. At least that is what she wanted to do, but he was the one who trained her to fight in the first place and she had never surpassed him, unless she got dirty. However, she had a secret weapon now, that she knew he wouldn't know about. Stay here? STAY HERE?! Are you fucking kidding me you right bastard! You just kidnapped me in the middle of my show, smelling like a hooker. Fuck you, Keane. Go back to hell where you belong. She tried to stalk after him, but the six inch heels made it hard, so she stopped and slipped them off, then threw them at him as he disrobed. Honestly, she didn't know what she was more angry at the fact that the first time they saw each other in two years was either her half naked in front of him or him smelling like another woman. Her teeth grounded in jealousy. Walking into the bathroom after him, she growled low in her throat with annoyance and something else, something that was unidentified. How in the fuck was I supposed to know?! I haven't been here for two damn years and it wasn't like the person who HIRED me, mentioned that you also happened to work here. Lay that on them, not me, you arrogant jackass. I will just leave and go to another club. She turned around to look at the wall when she first walked in and noticed him undressing, but secretly, she watched him from the corner of her eye in the mirror. Still attracted to him like she always had been. Yet now... now she just wanted nothing more than to possibly rip him apart, not in a good way either. She had built him up to be the perfect man and he had disappointed her, even while he body hummed with a low thrum of excitement. When he stepped into the shower, she turned around and walked to the hamper, starting to pull his clothing out and dig threw them to find the key that would release her from his sleek and masculine prison. She finally found the key and made a small triumphant sound, then walked out of the bathroom, grabbing the towel that he had taken out to wrap around her for when she got back down to the club to grab her things. She bent down and grabbed her heels, then walked through the bedroom.
Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

Keane hadn't seen his sister watching him from the corner of her eye as he undressed, having never realized she felt that sort of attraction to him. When he had finally made it into the shower, he could see her through the smoked glass of the curved door, and so he watched her, finding it hard to tear his gaze away from those beautiful bare breasts accented by the way the open cupped bra pushed them up and forward. He actually felt himself stirring a bit between the legs as he soaped his groin and scrubbed thoroughly. Had he never noticed just how alluring she was before then? Of course, he'd never seen her like that before, so it was hard to say. He was in the process of rinsing when she found the card, then grabbed his towel and bolted. Pursing his lips, he pushed the door open and was out and after her in an instant, running much easier on bare feet than she did thanks to longer and stronger legs. The bathroom floor was smooth, though, and the wetness of his body made him slip a bit, but he managed to keep his footing and caught her in the bedroom, practically tackling her onto the bed in all of his wet, naked glory. Wrestling with her for a moment, he finally got her arms pinned as he held her wrists above her head, glaring down at her and not even considering the way his groin pressed between her legs. Don't fucking run away from me, he told her through clenched teeth. It was a strange transformation for him, usually being the most level-headed person in the room, but she had managed to actually anger him, which was no small accomplishment. It was also becoming fairly obvious that other things were far from small as well as he pulled his knees up a bit to get more leverage as he still held her down, the motion pressing his semi-hard member into the thin material of her thong, and of course, what was beneath it. I'm just trying to look out for you, like I always have. All I ever tried to do was take care of you, and I left because it was best for you.
Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

When she was tackled down to the bed, she screamed in frustration and tried to weasel her way out from under the wet nakedness of his body. It was all in vain though, she was made delicate, he was made strong and she was caught. The way he had her hands pinned above her head thrusted her breasts forward as if in offering and it annoyed her. The fact that they were both naked, or nearly so, in her case, had not escaped her notice and her body heated. She could feel the press of his groin against her clothed pussy, yet she blamed the dampness that soaked her white panties on him being wet and naked, and she honestly tried to disillusion herself to the truth. He was in fact her older brother, for Heaven's sake. It was wrong to want him as she did. Thanks to her many hours of stretching and practice to become the perfect ballerina, she stretched one of her legs upwards and wrapped it over his shoulder and around the front of his neck. This caused his semi-hard erection to press more firmly into her through the panties and she let out a little growl of frustration, anger, and hidden pleasure. Get the hell off of me, you barbarian! Her chest heaved with every word uttered and her face was molten red from trying to struggle free. Her eyes glowed, but between one blink and the next it was gone as if it had never been there. Don't give me that self righteous crap about trying to protect and take care of me. You fucking left me behind as if I was nothing, all so that you could screw whatever walked by without feeling guilty. I left so I could get the hell away from you and all of my memories and feelings. If I'd known that you would be working here, I never would have taken the job, so thank whomever the fuck hired me. The last thing I needed was to be around you again when I just regained my damn control. She bucked under him, trying to dislodge him, even while her leg was still wrapped around his neck. It only managed to force his body closer to hers and her lips pressed together hard so that she wouldn't form an expression.
Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

The more Chastity tried to struggle against him, and the more creative she seemed to become in her attempts, the more she seemed to tease herself as well as him. Keane growled a bit as she went off yet again about who he was sleeping with, having to wonder just why it seemed to bother her so much. Despite the strength of her leg as it wrapped up and over his shoulder to try and push him away, he was just too strong, and held her firmly, now trapped in an even more awkward position beneath him. Regained your control from what? He pressed even further, trapping her leg against her body, though the effort also caused other spots to get a bit more intimate in their contact. And why does it matter to you who I'm fucking? Isn't it my prerogative? So why are you so pissy about whether or not I have sex with whoever I choose? It was indeed curious that she seemed more upset about that than anything. I always looked out for you. You were always the center of my world, and still are, but honestly, you didn't need me anymore. I had my reasons for leaving, but if I truly thought you needed me then I would have stayed. I had all the confidence in the world in you, though, and you didn't need me doting over you and watching over your shoulder anymore, so I decided to go out and experience the world for myself! He continued to keep her firmly pinned until she at least calmed down a bit, his own eyes seeming to flash brightly for a moment before he blinked and they seemed normal once more. You'd almost think you were jealous or something, he growled, becoming quite frustrated with her attitude, and perhaps at the fact that he couldn't control the arousal he was feeling from their contact, though he tried to fight it off and ignore it. He'd never really seen her as a woman before tonight. He was the doting, overprotective brother, and she was his baby sister, and seeing her all grown up and flaunting it so willingly had perhaps awakened a realization that he didn't want to face. Chastity was a gorgeous and alluring woman. Why are you so angry about who I spend my time with? Why does it matter who I fuck?
Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

She kept on struggling in vain against him, It is none of your damn business from what. If you were half as attentive as you claim to be, you would have known, Keane. I left so it wouldn't ruin our family. And I gave up my damn life to keep it, not like I'm going to tell you and spill now. She kept on moving under him to try and get free. With one leg up and wrapped around him, she brought her other leg inwards. She forced her leg between their bodies and started to move it upwards, running it over his balls and cock, up his stomach, and end at his chest where she tried to push upwards and pull him by his neck at the same time. Her body almost doing a pretzel around and against him. The new position caused his cock to be dislodged and it partially slapped against the thin opening where the cloth turned into the string at the very end of her opening and she squeaked at the feel of it. However, the new position also compressed her diaphragm and she had a hard time breathing, even though she wouldn't let up. Arrogant. Ass. She pushed again with her bottom leg and it moved her lower body upwards against his. Dragging the dampness of her undies against his stomach. However, with her hands still pinned by him, she was stuck and unless she wanted to do a forced handstand, which could potentially break something on him or herself, she had to get free. It never mattered who you were fucking you, jerk. Only that you came around me with the damn smell on your body. Do you know how distasteful it is to come around your little sister smelling like sex, even when you gave me all of those damn sex talks. God, you fucking beat one of my exes to the ground after you found out he tried. Bloody. Damn. Hypocrite. When he spoke of her possibly being jealous, she stilled and her body dropped back down to the bed as if the fight had gone out of her. The leg around his throat was the first thing that dropped away and the one holding his body out stayed where it was. A pained expression crossed her face before she quickly hid it and moving her body, she dug her knees into one side of the bed and turned so that she would be face down so that he couldn't see her face. It burned her wrists to do so, but she kept on turning. Coming up to her knees under him, with her arms still pinned above her, she tugged and her hands went white. Her voice came out from the curtain of her hair. Get. Off. Of. Me. NOW. Without waiting for him to reply, she threw her lower body upwards, with a leg wrapped through his and for a second they were airborne with only their hands on the bed before he landed on his back and she landed on top of him. He may be strong, but no one should ever underestimate the strength of a ballerina. Again, she tugged at her wrists. Keane, let me go, damn it.
Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

Keane wasn't sure how it happened, but somewhere in the process of her ranting, Chastity had managed to flip them over so that he was on his back and she sat on top of him, her struggling to get her hands free causing her to grind against him. Realizing he had to put a stop to it before he was pushed a bit too far, he released her wrists, letting her have them back as his hands fell away, palms open as if to call for a truce. Okay, okay. Just...calm down and talk to me, he told her, moving his arms to the sides so he could work them behind him as he propped on his elbows. And by the way, I wouldn't be naked if someone hadn't snatched my towel when she had a shirt right here she could have grabbed, he joked as he looked up at her, hoping the attempt at humor would help to lighten her spirits a bit and calm her anger. I'm sorry I ruined your show. I guess the overprotective, doting brother came out in me when I saw you up there. I'd never seen you in that light before, and I didn't want to admit my little sister had grown into a beautiful woman that any man would die for a chance with. His words were calm and honest as he spoke them, figuring the truth would be best in helping to calm her down. I was right earlier, though. You don't need me now. You're a grown woman, and don't need your brother doting on you and growling at any man who looks at you.
Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

Chastity turned around so that she could face him, one leg on each side of him. The feel of his cock pressing against her butt made moisture gather between her legs and she ignored the sensation the best that she could. Hoping that he wouldn't pick up on it. When he raised himself up sightly, his face was leveled with her breasts and her nipples started to harden as thoughts popped into her head, she crossed her arms over them. She tried to ignore that too. Giving an indulgent sniff, she would not meet his eyes, but stayed looking at something else, anything else. Thank you. She looked over at the spot on his bed where her shirt lay and her lips pulled down into annoyance. Yes, well, if you weren't such an ass, I wouldn't have just ignored it. I highly doubt my own brother wants to see me naked. The last part of it was filled with such bitterness and self loathing that it almost choked her. She admitted to herself a long time ago, that there was no one as good as her brother in this world, and that he was the only man for her. The term 'Brother Worship' had nothing on her. That is why she got so damn angry whenever she could smell another woman on him. So angry that one day, she packed her shit and left, without saying goodbye to anyone and had been gone for two years. Well, those two years, she came back a changed person, in more ways than one. When he complimented her, her heart thudded hard in her chest and she took a moment before she could learn to breathe again. You still owe me for ruining my show. Thank you. It came out somewhat begrudgingly and a blush stained her cheeks, but she meant it. When he said that she didn't need him anymore, her head snapped back to look at him and fire burned in her eyes. She let her arms fall to the sides, then raised up one hand to trace it along his jaw before she leaned in and kissed him, her lips feather soft and light against his in a chaste kiss that should never be shared between siblings. Pulling back, a tear trailed down her cheek. No, my darling foolish brother, you're wrong. I will always need you. With that, she stood up and walked over him without stepping on him, swiping up the key as she hopped off of the bed and walked out of his room. This time, without stopping to grab her things.
Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

Keane had watched as Chastity covered herself, part of him feeling disappointment at being deprived of his view of her beautiful breasts. As she stated she doubted he wanted to see her naked, he furrowed his brow a bit at the realization that it was just the opposite, and he'd been enjoying the sight quite a bit. What really got him, though, was her tone. She had sounded so bitter about it, as if she wanted him to enjoy the sight of her naked. He had to wonder if it was simply wishful thinking on his part. Pursing his lips gently, he started to open his mouth to tell her she was wrong, and then she told him he owed her for ruining her how. I know, he replied, offering a somewhat sheepish grin. I'm sorry about that. And it was a great show too. I'm fairly certain there wasn't a limp dick in the room, he joked, though it was also true, since even his own had began to stir a bit at the sight of her. He was about to say something else when she lowered her arms, letting him see her magnificent breasts once more, his attention suddenly drawn to them as the words left his mind. And then she kissed him. It wasn't an innocent kiss either, but something that was a bit steamy. It was a kiss that a sister didn't give a brother, and as she pulled away, he pursed his lips gently in disappointment. When she got up and grabbed his card, turning and exiting the bedroom, he scrambled to his feet and was after her in a flash. Catching her easily enough, since she was walking this time, he turned her to face him, grabbed her, and hoisted her over his shoulder once more, as if they were about to go through the same routine all over again. This time, though, when he threw her onto the bed, he crawled over her immediately and lowered himself to her, pressing his lips to hers firmly, claiming them in a kiss that was even less appropriate than the one she had given him, and could have been considered downright steamy as his tongue teased at her lips, daring hers to come and play.
Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

When he came after her and hoisted her back over his shoulder again, she didn't know what to think. She knew that this time wasn't with anger, but with something else. Although, she could have done without the sack of potato's feeling. He could have just grabbed her hand and lead her there, it would have been more romantic that way. Of course, this wasn't about romance though, it was about fulfilling a dark need. There was a secret that she still had from him, but it would be a surprising if they actually had sex. She had no idea of how far he would be willing to take it. Since they were, after all, siblings. She was thrown onto the bed once more and was going to get back up when he crawled over her and lowered himself down. Her body quivered in delight at the feel of him over her and when his lips meet hers she groaned low in her throat with unbridled pleasure. Her arms came up to wrap around his neck and when he teased her lips, her tongue came out to meet his. Their tongues sparred and she pulled his into her mouth and sucked on it, mimicking the acts of what she could do to other parts of his body. One covered foot ran up the back of his leg from his ankle up to the back of his buttocks, her whole leg pressed against his body and she pushed his groin that much more closer to hers. As one hand ran down his back opposite of her leg, then other was tangled in his hair, making the kiss harder and deeper.
Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

As Chastity deepened the kiss, sucking on his tongue a bit, Keane knew she was presenting him with an example to get his mind racing. He wasn't even sure what had possessed him to act in this way, but there was no chance that he was backing out after getting such a response from her. As her leg moved around him, her foot gliding up to his buttocks and pressing into him to cause his groin to push against her more, he gladly went along with it, drawing his knees up a bit and pushing his hips even tighter to her, grinding a bit as his growing erection rubbed against her damp panties. Moaning against her lips, he pulled away from them and began to kiss along her jawline before moving to her neck, biting at her gently, teasing her soft skin with his teeth. He then sucked her earlobe between his lips and nibbled on it sensually before releasing it, turning his head a bit to whisper to her. I'll definitely make up for ruining your show, he promised seductively, his lips returning to her neck as he kissed and bit gently at her skin once more. He then began to move his arms beneath her, arching her body up so her beautiful breasts were pushed high for him to devour them. Kissing at the gentle, perfect swell at the top, he worked his lips down one breast until he captured her nipple with his mouth, his teeth grazing the rosy bud before his tongue swept in to swirl around it erotically, soothing any sting his teeth might have caused. After spending several minutes going back and forth with this process until he was certain the nipple was as hard as it could get, he pulled away and blew on it, letting his breath cool the moisture from his mouth to give it the final touch before moving to the other side and giving it the same affection.
Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

Lightening shot through her body when he pushed his hardening erection against her, wishing like hell that her panties either werent there or just pushed to the side. She like the idea of him just moving them over to the side and sliding his cock into her. God, for so many years she had wanted and craved this. Two years with not touching or feeling anyone nor even letting her touch herself. Whenever she had gotten the urges, she would feel an almost electric shock reminding her that she had to be pure. Yet, now, here in this room with the man, the brother, she had craved since she was a girl overrode all of her senses and both sides of her being could feel the pleasure and wanted to dive head long into the most taboo of sins. A moan passed from her lips, low and filled with feminine pleasure as he kissed down her jaw. When he bit her neck lightly, she purred. When he teased her earlobe, she couldnt help but to giggle at the sensation, she had always been ticklish there. As he whispered to her, a shiver ran down her spine and made her body twist and arch under his, goose bumps of excitement breaking out over her skin. I cant wait for you to show me how you will, Keane. A wicked part of her still wanted to call him big brother, to feel that thrill of it being taboo, but she didnt want him to stop what he was doing, in case he changed his mind. Yet, she wanted him to remember who he was touching, who he was making love to with his mouth. Not just any woman, but that she was his little sister and she was the reason his cock was getting hard. As he teased and tormented her breasts, her ass wiggled from side to side, and pressed down into the bed, causing the head of his cock to rub against her clit. She cry out at the pleasure and rolled her hips against him, the side of her thong becoming slightly dislodged and she could feel part of his cock rub against the wetness of her pussy lips. It was so slow and so good, but she didnt want to have to wait as he tortured her, she wanted to feel him lost control and force his way past her panties were the tightness of her cunt would sheath the perfection that was his sword. She knew that she was wet enough for him, but it would be a tight fit, since she never wanted anything else but him to penetrate her. Keane! It was a plea that came from her need for him, the need to be filled and stretched, and fucked. She scored her nails down his back as he tortured her breasts with his skillful mouth, being unable to take it anymore she pulled on his hair and brought his wet mouth back up to hers in a kiss so hot, she was surprised they didnt burn.