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

Keane was pulled back to Chastity as his attention was torn from her breasts, their lips meeting in a heated kiss that he was certain would blister them, their tongues dancing erotically as he moaned softly against her mouth. There was no telling how long that kiss lasted, but eventually he realized he wanted more, needed more. Breaking the kiss, he began working his way down her body once more, kissing and nipping at her beautiful breasts again, though only briefly, for this time he had another target in mind. His lips continued down her abdomen as his fingers pushed the lacy thong aside to tease her slick pussy and swollen clit. Raising his head for a moment, he met her gaze and licked his lips, telling her exactly what he wanted. Finally deciding those panties were in the way, he moved his hands to the sides of the thong and hooked his thumbs under the strings, then tugged them outward until they snapped. He then moved one hand to pull the remnants of the garment away, the other sliding under one of her thighs to lift it so he could pull her leg over his shoulder as he sat up on his knees. The hand that had removed the ruined thong then pulled the other leg up, his arms wrapping around her shapely thighs to hold her firmly, the new angle arching her lower body upward at an angle and pinning her shoulders to the mattress. Looking down at her, he licked his lips again before pulling her to him. His tongue wasted no time on separating her pussy lips, tracing her slit as the tip sought out her clit and he began lapping at her hungrily. He couldn't recall tasting anything sweeter in that moment, and began to lose himself in the act as his tongue swirled and tickled at her sensitive bundle of nerves eagerly. Now and then he sucked it into his mouth, and she could feel his teeth just grazing against it while the tip of his skilled appendage worked on her with expert precision, and then he would release her to resume the hungry lapping. All the while his eyes held her in their intense gaze, watching her every expression and savoring every bounce and jiggle of her breasts as he sought to make her squirm uncontrollably.
Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

He thought to make her squirm and squirm she did. His talented tongue played her like a violin with its strings strung to tight, she could feel as her juices poured out from her body to meet his hungry mouth. Her arms were spread out to regain even more balance as he worked her like magic. Teeth bit her bottom lip as she groaned, eyes half closed and dreamy as she watched him taste her, neck arched even at the odd position, and hands fisting into the bedding. Looking up at him and watching his tongue run over her made her eyes glow with an inner light that was something more than human. Her tongue dragged over her bottom lip, wanting it to be him that she was licking and not an aftertaste from their kiss. Just as that thought crossed her mind, she tightened one leg around his shoulder, and moved the other to wrap around his side. She flipped them once again, so that he was on his back with her over him, she hadn't moved his mouth from its spot while she did so, but now, she raised up and turned herself around so that she was on her hands and knees looking down at the glory of his body. With her back bowed, she lowered her head and spun her tongue around his nipple, before kissing and biting it. As she teased his chest with her mouth, lips, teeth, and tongue her hand ran down over his stomach in a deep caress, feeling all of his hard ridges. Bypassing his cock, her hand continued down his thigh, before she dragged her nails lightly back up it to cup his balls. Her mouth trailed after her hand and she nipped at his muscles and hip bones. Unlike her hand, however, she went straight to his cock and she made a long lick up the shaft before she twirled her tongue around the head. After the first taste, she knew she wanted more and her mouth enclosed of the top of him, stretching her lips to their fullest in order to take him in. Sucking him down to his base, her eyes watered, but she relaxed her throat muscles and enjoyed the feel of him growing in her mouth. She sucked upwards, her tongue teasing against his flesh as she did so.
Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

Keane had been caught pleasantly off guard by Chastity's maneuver, and before he could offer any sort of protest, he was on his back. She had then turned herself around, lowering her sweet sex to him once more, and then proved quite the contortionist as she arched herself enough to lick, bite, and kiss at his chest before working her way down. As he felt her hands gliding past his semi-hard length to his thighs, he felt the anticipation growing within his loins, wanting to feel her touch in that most delightful of spots as badly as he wanted to taste her more. His mouth immediately returned to pleasing her as his arms moved to capture her thighs once more, his tongue returning to her clit and resuming its prior task while she enjoyed his body a bit. He then felt her hand cup his balls while she made her way down his abdomen with her mouth, flattening her body against him as she went, until finally he felt that sweet tongue tracing his shaft and head before she simply couldn't resist the urge to take more. Feeling her lips surround his cock as she began to engulf him, his body arched a bit beneath her as she swallowed him whole, an impressive feat given his long, thick member. Growling softly with delight against her pussy, sending a vibration through her, his efforts to please her increased to match what she was doing to him. Bringing one arm around a bit more, he sank his forefinger into her pussy a bit, teasing her with the prospect of being filled by him soon enough, but the real goal was lubrication. Once he had coated the digit in her juices, he withdrew it, sinking his thumb into her next. The forefinger, however, began to trace her tight asshole, teasing it and pressing into it a bit before actually starting to sink in slowly, aided by the slippery juices that coated it. At the same time, his thumb remained planted in her wet cunt, pressing against her inner walls, finding all the sweet spots it could while his tongue and teeth assaulted her clit with increasing ferocity as he sought to pleasure and stimulate her in every way he could think of.
Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

At the feel of his growl vibrating throughout her body from her pussy, her own need hummed against his cock in her mouth. Her hips moved undiluted against him and as she fucked his mouth with her cunt, she fucked his cock with her own mouth. It seemed as if neither of them could keep their bodies still as they became enraptured in the pleasure of each other. When his finger teased the inside of her pussy, she moaned and sucked on him harder, when he pulled it away she whimpered, only to cry out in surprise as he sank another finger into her tight wet heat and then the other lubricated one into her ass. Oh God... Oh... Keane! Brother! She screamed out at the feel of him working both of his fingers and her creamy juices flowed out of her cunt. The pleasure was so much and that she couldn't help but rock back against his fingers and mouth. Her hips rolled in the pleasure and as he worked her, she worked him with her hand, kneeling up slightly so that she could use both hands. The one hand cupped his balls began to massage his heavy sac, alternating between soft caresses and semi-tight squeezes hard enough so that he could feel it, but not hard enough that it would hurt. The middle finger of the hand stroked against his scrotum, adding even more pressure and pleasure. As that hand worked its circular magic, her other hand worked his shaft up and down, she tightened it at certain points as she came upwards when she could feel the veins. Leaning back down and still using both hands, she took him into her mouth again and began to start her own magic. Soon it just wasn't enough and her body had already fallen apart once into a sweet release for him, but she needed him. Needed his thick hard cock working its way inside of her, pounding into her, filling her darkest desire and secret need. She wanted to have all of him in any and every way that they could possibly take each other. Wanted the feel of him breaking past her secret virginal barrier, to impale her on his cock. Needed him to take every hole and make it his, it was what she had been waiting years for, why she had never taken another. Always had she wanted her first to be her brother and any man that she had dated always fell short of him. Brother, Keane, I need you. I need you! Her voice was low and desperate, but came out on a cry of surrender.
Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

Keane had been enjoying Chasity's reactions to all he had done, as well as the ample amounts of affection she had given his now hard member, and was delighted when she quivered and moaned in the throes of ecstasy. His already great arousal was taken to even greater heights, though, when she spoke to him. Something about the taboo nature of it got to him, and each time the word 'brother' came from her lips, rather than recoil, he became more aggressive. Finally, though, she said the words that he most wanted to hear in that moment of pure desire. She told him she needed him, and he didn't hesitate to push her off of him, though not to get away from her. As he rolled her away, he sat up and helped her up as well, leading her into his lap so she was straddling his hips. Licking his lips to get the remnants of her juices from them, he pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, letting her taste herself on him as their tongues danced erotically. When he finally broke that kiss, he looked into her eyes, his own mirroring the very desires she had voiced minutes before. Then I'm yours, he told her, answering all of her questions about whether or not he felt the same. I've always been yours. He guided her hips, having her raise her body from his enough so he could take hold of his hard cock and hold it steady beneath her. He then looked up at her, the head pressing into the lips of her moist cunt, rubbing against them to get it lubricated enough for her to slide onto him. He had no idea that he was about to be the first to truly have her, that she'd saved that for him all these years. He only knew he needed her and wanted her as badly as she did him, and so he held himself at attention for her to lower herself when she was ready.
Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

Chastity's body quivered in delight, her breathes quickened, eyelids lowered with passion, teeth gripping her lip after she pulled away from his scorching kiss where she tasted them together. It was so much, her body was so excited, and to feel the head of his cock rub against her almost had her in the throes of another orgasm. She was wet and she was ready the only thing she worried about was pressing down on him and the fact that he may want to stop once her secret had been broken. Figuratively and literally. Guiding herself by pure instinct as he held himself for her, she lowered her body down his inch, by slow inch, her body having to adjust as her virginal sheath stretched to take him. It was an extremely tight fit and she could feel all of her nerve endings standing at attention as his head rolled over them. Her body was coming to life with ever inch of him inside of her and she could feel when he got to her hymen, before he could react, she impaled herself upon him. Her body tensing at the sudden pain and discomfort, she stayed still for several moments, her now glowing eyes stared into his. There was a hazy white glowing light that shot out from her back and opened, spreading into Angel wings. Starting to move her hips slowly as her body accommodated his great size, she rocked against him, For so long, brother, I've waited for this. For you. There has only been you. As she made love to him, she put into motion her fall from Grace. Always only you, Keane. I never wanted another. She started to move faster against him, feeling as if lightening were running through her veins.
Thread: Keane's Den of Delights (Sixth Floor)

Keane had moaned with delight when Chastity started lowering herself onto him, then he blinked a few times at the realization that the head of his length had been halted by a hymen. He started to say something, but his words were halted when she simply dropped herself the rest of the way onto him, breaking through the barrier as he sank into her completely. Something about her desperate need, the way she didn't even give him a chance to stop her because she had wanted him that badly was particularly arousing. Falling onto his back, his head had pushed back into the mattress as he closed his eyes and let out a deep moan at feeling her surround and squeeze his hard cock. She remained still, allowing herself to adjust, and his eyes met hers, glowing as well. He then saw the hazy outline that looked like Angelic wings forming behind her, though briefly, and it was then that he realized she had been a host, like him. Not only had he been the one to take her virginity, but he had helped to take her Angel's grace. Perhaps it was the Fallen celestial inside him, or even his own twisted desire that she had awakened within him, but he found himself more aroused than ever by the knowledge that she had saved herself for him all this time, and he had taken her innocence and grace. As she began to move her hips, his own rocked against her rhythmically as she spoke to him, telling him about how she had waited for him to be the one. His beloved sister had held out all this time to give herself to him, and wouldn't have another before him. Then give yourself to me, little sister, he moaned softly, sitting up once more to wrap his arms around her as their bodies began their erotic dance, rocking and grinding with each other. Show your brother what you've wanted for so long. Kissing her deeply, he broke away after a few moments to tilt her body backward as his lips trailed down to capture one of her nipples, sucking and nibbling on it sensually while his tongue swept over it to soothe the light pain.
Thread: Shooting Stars (Velvet Stars)

The bell rang, its sharp jangle in her ears a welcome sign of the day's end. Camille let out a sigh that was swallowed by the footsteps and chatter that echoed off the gymnasium walls with the rush of girls to the locker room. She trudged along toward the back of the crowd, too weary to pick up the pace today. Why, oh why, did she get so unlucky? She never liked required gym classes having it last period was the worst. There were much more fun things to spend time on after lunch, too - like science, or literature, or even math. There was nothing she could do about it, though, so she headed to the showers to clean up. By the time she reached the school's exit, a lot of the other students were outside those who weren't were in clubs or sports. Neither had applied to her in a little while...not since she stopped going to science club. Another breath left her as she walked along, on her own, in silence. It was silly, she knew, to leave an organization she liked just because someone that intimidated her had joined. Her eyes remained downcast behind the glasses that balanced on the bridge of her nose. The frames, her simple jean and sweater combination, the way she hugged a binder to her chest as she walked everyone who glanced at her would assume she was a nerd. Oh, the glasses were only reading glasses, and she wore the sweater to keep bugs from biting her arms, but she was still a far cry from a stylish or pretty cheerleader-type. Instead of being fashionable, she dressed in a practical and classic style - the sort of look that only reinforced her 'good girl' bearing. Most people never would have thought that Caitlyn was her sister from looking at the two of them, if not for how similar they looked. They were twins, after all... Come to think of it, where was her sister today? There was no sign of the girl, or her often-seen skateboard. I hope she's doing okay... She glanced toward the park, knowing that a lot of kids went there, especially the skaters. ...she'll be okay. I'd better get home and study. Oh, and take out the food for dinner, I forgot about it! At that, she broke into a run, backpack jolting awkwardly against her back as she trotted down the street. She clearly wasn't much of an athlete, but it was enough to help her get home a little faster. For a moment, she felt a little guilty for not going to the park...but some of the kids her sister hung around were a little, well, scary. Or perhaps she was just a little bit of a chicken, like those girls said...Camille shook her head, trying to dismiss the mocking words of the girls she had bumped into in gym today. So what if she was skinny, or plain, or a little clumsy? At home, that didn't matter, and she smiled in relief as she opened to door, stepping inside.
Thread: Shooting Stars (Velvet Stars)

As her steps tapped up the short flight of stairs leading to their home, Camille heard the quiet roar of an engine behind her. Surprised, she glanced backward, the single low ponytail of her hair flicking over one shoulder as she did. For a moment she was worried no one would have a reason to follow her home, would they? So why was a stranger pulling into the driveway...? Then she looked at the vehicle, recognition dawning as she released a held breath. The moment she saw the figure that stepped out, her mood changed completely. The tenseness flowed out of her in an instant, and a smile lighted her face for the first time in hours. Daddy! With the hand not holding her keys, she waved cheerfully. No matter what sort of day she had, no matter how bad she felt, she did her best to show a smile for her father. He worked so hard every day to take care of the two of them and had to do everything alone after... Well, with everything that had happened, she didn't want to be a burden or make him worry about her. So, with a spring in her step, she trotted down the steps to meet him. Welcome back. Did you have a good day at work? Like usual, her backpack was bulky, the sort that looked full and heavy every day. She didn't seem to be bothered by the weight, though, and hugged him warmly. School was good... She paused, expression turning noticeably sad then. But I meant to get home earlier, so I could take the beef out of the freezer for tonight. I'm sorry. One shoe scuffed against the ground as she shifted in place. I was hoping I could hurry in and get it ready before you got home. She hadn't been asked to do anything like that, but it was one of the things she tried to do to help around the house. Helping out with chores kept her busy, made it so there wouldn't be so much time to think about how things had changed. Not that change was bad now she and her sister had their own rooms, and she liked where they lived. School was close enough to walk to - a huge relief, because it meant she didn't have to take the bus. Just the thought of being crammed in there, with the noise and the bullies, cast a shadow across her features that was nearly visible. Then she shook it off, banishing the thought before anyone could worry. Oh, I'll open the door! She skipped a stair on her way up to unlock the front entrance. The heavy bag remained on her shoulders as she disappeared further inside, a few sounds signaling that she had headed for the kitchen after all.
Thread: Twins Tricking Twins (closed for poisonedxkisses and Josu_T)

Andrew and Kyle Morrison stepped off the bus and walked for a few minutes together until they reached the middle of campus, then they parted ways and each went off toward the buildings belonging to their respective departments. The two of them were identical twins, both going to the same university. While they looked the same and acted the same a lot of the time, they happened to be interested in completely different subjects. Andrew was majoring in English and took a lot of social science courses. Kyle spent his time in the science department. His focus was biology. They were each in their third year. While their future careers would likely be different, their appearance was truly identical, save a few very minor differences. They were both 6'1 with average builds. They exercised together and were nearly perfect matches in that aspect. They both had brown hair, but Andrew's was a bit lighter than Kyle's, but in different light conditions it could look the same. Both had blue eyes, the same shade, but with some differences if one looked closely. Kyle was just a little more tanned than Andrew. Yet these differences were only noticeable if one looked closely enough. They did have some differences with freckles and each had a birth mark on his right leg in the same spot, but they looked different. The one very noticable difference between them, but it could only be seen if they removed their pants. Andrew made his way toward the English department for his class on modern British literature. Kyle went in the opposite direction to his class on microbiology. They each had a full day of classes ahead of him. The two were good friends, but each had his own set of other friends from his department. That day just happened to be the one day they took the bus together. Once they were out of the apartment they shared they usually didn't see eachother until the evening when they got home. Every few days they would go for a long run together or go to the gym, but that was really the extent of their interaction.
Thread: Twins Tricking Twins (closed for poisonedxkisses and Josu_T)

Claudia Armstrong parked her forest green Mitsubishi Lancer in the student parking lot near the Parker Building on campus, and got out along with her twin sister Adrienne. The two girls walked the few yards to the building, gossiping and chatting nonchalantly before Adrienne broke away and headed towards Laurel Hall. The two girls were freshman, still getting used to the campus buildings and classes. While the two seemed the same there were plenty of differences between them. Adrienne's focus was more on concrete thinking, loving math and science while Claudia was focused on creative thinking, loving languages and human interaction. See ya 80. Claudia said,waving, before walking into the building heading to her British lit class, stopping in the restroom for a few minutes. She fixed her jet black hair, pulling it into a tight bun, her bangs curling around her almond shaped jade eyes. Adrienne, or 80, as her friend's called her had the same physical features but styled her hair differently. 80 usually wore her wavy hair down and wore minimal makeup. Claudia always had her eyes done with dark eyeliner, an eyeshadow, and mascara, and she was always applying lip gloss to her lips. They both had their lips pierced on the left side and their eyebrows pierced on the right side, and pale ivory skin. There were other slight differences between them. Claudia's breasts were a bit larger than 80's, but not so much that it was completely obvious, 80 had more pronounced dimples, and Claudia was left handed while 80 was right handed, and some other things you wouldn't notice unless you were actually looking for differences. Claudia finished fixing her appearance and walked quickly to the classroom, arriving right before class was scheduled to start. She slid into a seat next to another girl and smiled a bit. She crossed her legs and waited for class to start.