13 comments/ 301464 views/ 59 favorites Taken In The Shower Ch. 01 By: WarriorWoman (Obviously you can see this is not finished. If you have any ideas about it, let me know. The stuff in (parenthesis) are just notes. They're Italian, just so you know. I hope you aren't too shocked by the context. >.o She's thought of her brothers 'that' way too, for years, but always thought it wrong -which it is- so she really just needed someone to take the initiative. It's still forced, but... *shrug* Hope you enjoy.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dante Scablio was horny as a porcupine. His girlfriend Tracy had just dumped him because she claimed he was an insensitive jerk who cared more about his video games than he did her. What the hell did she know, he thought savagely, tugging off his Pizza Hut apron and throwing it into the closet. He talked to her on the phone all the time and went out to dinner with her at least once a week. He'd bought her things, taken her to places, fucked her until she was numb and begging him "no more!" And now, after six months, she had called up and out of the blue said, "Dante, I'm sorry, but this isn't working out. I just don't think you can provide me with what I need." He'd asked what the hell that was? At his annoyed tone, she'd gotten annoyed too -it had never taken much to set her off, and they'd often had some of their most intense sex while she was raging at him. But, in a bitchy little voice, she said, "You pay more attention to the little people in your video games than you do to me. And I want a man who is devoted to me, not his computer." He'd told her to go fuck herself, and hung up. And now he was horny and had no one to empty his frustrations into. Then he glanced out the livingroom window on his way to the bathroom, and caught site of his sister washing the van. She was wearing her new bathingsuit and was singing as she sprayed the hose all over the vehicle. He paused and watched. She tossed the hose down, bent and extracted the rag from a bucket of hot, soapy water, and heaved it at the van. It hit with a liquid slap and stuck. Then she did a booty-shake and grabbed the rag and began to rub the side of the van vigorously. He watched her stretch her body up to get as much of the top as she could. She stood on one foot and reached under the camping rack, stretching, stretching, all the while her hips wiggling to some inner music. Her long legs gleamed, thick with muscle and a little fat. The muscles in her arms bunched as she scrubbed and scrubbed. Then she tossed the rag back into the bucket and picked up the house again. When she bent and her ass thrust into the air, sweat sprang to his palms. She held her thumb over the mouth of the hose so the spray arched in a wide swath and washed off the soap and dirt loosened from her ministrations. Then she wet the rear of the vehicle and washed that too. He turned away as she pressed herself up against the back, again reaching as far onto the top of the van as she could, her breasts mashed into the metal. He'd always loved her tits. She'd gotten them pretty young, and pretty quickly too, and since she was 13 she'd been a full, perky D cup. By 14 her hips had widened and her ass had filled to a nice round shape that jiggled slightly when she moved. She'd always been lusty, but never sexual. It amazed him that a woman who looked like she did wasn't beating off the men with sticks. She wasn't beautiful, and not even conventionally pretty, but she was attractive in her own way. Her nose was a bit too wide, and she had gaps between her front teeth. But her eyes were such a clear shade of blue, and so wide, that when she cried they glistened and shone and turned mens knees to water. Her skin was porcelin, her hair deep red, and freckles covered her entire body. And her body... Oh god, her body was a wet dream, and her voice was arousingly husky. She also had a laugh that could turn a man's dick from limp to rock-hard in a nano second. But he knew she had no real idea how damn desirable she was. She lived with her nose in books and spent hours with her camera, wandering around town and into the woods and snapping hundreds of pictures. All her money went towards getting the film developed, and buying more film, and she said she was making a portfolio to show some people when she was ready to strike out on her own. He knew she never dated, though he knew she wasn't a virgin. There had been one guy friend, when she was a Junior in High School, who she had finally done the deed with. He'd known because her, his older brother, and himself had all gone to the same school, and an old buddy of his had said her guy friend had bragged about how tireless she was. He said once he got his dick in her tight hole -she'd cried like a wimp the first time- he'd fucked her all night long, and she had come back for more. They 'dated' until they graduated, and then he moved away to college. And as far as he knew, she hadn't dated since. That had been three years earlier, and Dante wondered if she ever missed the sex. He knew he would, now that his girlfriend had dumped him. Bitch. He held his dick languidly while he pissed, thinking of his sister pressed against the van, her pussy getting reamed by the water hose. He'd wanted to fuck his sister for years. She never pranced around in skimpy clothing, thank god, but her casual outfits were exotic nontheless. And they hid yet displayed her figure to the best of their ability. He flushed the toilet and gave his cock a few absent strokes before stuffing himself back in his pants and going into the kitchen. He dug in the fridge for a snack, then went to his room and turned on his computer. He'd play his MMORPG game until his brother Melchiorre came home from work, then Melchiorre would play the game and Dante would probably draw. A few hours later Melchiorre came home. He tossed his briefcase onto the bed and said, "I'm going to take a shower, then I'm getting on the game, so say your goodbyes and start heading for a save spot. I got something important to do tonight and I don't want to be late." He pulled off his shoes and shocks, his shirt, and grabbed his towel. Then he left the room and a couple of seconds later Dante heard the bathroom door shut. Then the water turned on. He shook his head. The house was so old, the walls were practically paper thin. The main bathroom was against one wall of their bedroom, so everytime someone took a shower, it sounded like a waterfall. Anybody in the boys room could hear whatever the person in the bathroom was doing if it was loud enough. And loud enough was a sneeze. Dante finished with the computer, logged off, and decided to take a leisurely shit. Lord knows he had plenty of time now that his brother would be playing the game until midnight and beyond. He was getting out of the bathroom when he heard the front door open and then slam shut. Next, the sound of heavy footsteps reverberating through the house, and finally the slam of his sister's bedroom door. He smiled and shook his head. The girl really, truly did not know how to do anything quietly. A quick flash of her, naked beneath a man, climaxing, screaming and flailing, popped into his head. His cock got rock-hard instantly. Damn Tracy! He looked at his drawing table, flipped open his sketchbook and turned a few pages. He had several projects in the works, and a couple more he wanted to begin before they faded from his mind. Then he heard the bathroom door slam shut, and the shower turn on five seconds later. His head lifted, and he stared at the wall that seperated bedroom and bathroom. He heard the squeek of the knobs as Rina adjusted the water temperature, and then she began humming. He glanced at Melchiorre, but the older brother was staring intently at the computer screen and typing rapidly on the keyboard. The sound of the water running changed, and Dante knew his sister had just dunked her head beneath the spray. She began to sing quietly, and Dante's dick twitched. The water would be running down her lush body, over her pale breasts, down her smooth belly, through her pubic hair, between her long thighs, over her pussy. A wave of heat rushed through him, and he wanted to groan aloud. God! He must be really horny to be lusting after his sister. He heard a thud and his sister curse, and knew she had dropped the soap or shampoo bottle and was now bending over to pick it back up. A picture of her round, naked ass thrust out, the ruffly lips of her pussy peeking out from between her thighs, popped into his head. His balls tingled. He made a decision, and quietly left the room without saying anything to Melchiorre. Once he stood outside the bathroom door, he had a moment of indecision. Maybe she'd object, fight him. If she made any kind of noise, Melchiorre might come in and beat the shit out of him. She might tell their parents afterwards even if he got away with it initially. But then he remembered a boy in High School who had bragged that his sister let him fuck her whenever he wanted. At first, he said, she hadn't liked it. But once she saw how good it was, she'd never denied him again. Any woman could be convinced, he'd said with a grin. If a guy like Lewis, with his small dick, could convince his sister to let him fuck her, then Dante, whose dick was not small, could convince his sister. He rubbed his hands together, took a deep breath to calm his racing heart, and then knocked on the door. "Yeah!" his sister replied. Her voice was muffled by water. "Hey Rina! Can I get the fingernail clippers out of the medicine cabinet, please? I got a hangnail, and the little ones are better for getting in small places." There was a pause, then, "Yeah ok, sure." He wanted to laugh with glee. Instead, he opened the door and slipped inside. He shut and locked it in the same motion, then quickly shucked out of his pants and tugged his shirt over his head. He dropped them to the floor, where his sisters bathingsuit lay in a wet heap, and pushed down his boxers. He opened the medicine cabinet, paused, shut it, and then took a deep breath. He faced the shower, flexed his hands, and then yanked open the curtain. His sister whirled, her eyes wide, her mouth dropping open in shock. The bar of soap she was holding squirted out of her hand and hit the wall over the toilet. Her gaze dropped to his waist. She gasped, and her eyes met his again. He stepped into the bathtub and gripped her by her arms. "Wha-?! Dante!" she gasped, and whatever her objections might have been, his lips sealed them in as they laid firmly over her mouth. He let go of her arms, but only to grip her hips. His hands ran down the outside of her smooth thighs, and she gasped against his mouth, ready with another denial. His tongue poked inside, and she mumbled against it. He bent his knees, so his penis was below the cleft of her thighs. Then he pulled her legs open and shoved his pelvis forward. He watched her as her eyes bugged out of her head, and her hands curled into claws and went for his face. He let go of her thighs, certain that his weight wouldn't let her close them again, and grabbed her hands, raising them above her head and manacling them with his large fingers. She wiggled frantically, but that only succeeded in rubbing his penis against her vaginal folds, and tears leaked out her eyes as she realized she would never escape his hold. He was so much bigger and stronger than she was, even though her height topped 5'10. She made another unintelligable noise against his mouth, and closed her eyes against the triumph in his eyes. He rotated his hips, seeking her entrance, and slipped right in. He was huge. She gasped, and her legs wrapped around his waist, tightening in an effort to stop his gradual slide. He simply shoved his hips forward, harder, and pushed in. He groaned as her tight walls stretched around his thick shaft. He could feel the tightness in her body. Taste the salt of her tears as his mouth ravaged hers. He pulled back and pushed forward again, and slipped in more. Rina made a frantic noise against his mouth and twisted her hands in his iron grasp. He undulated his hips at a fast pace, and only stopped when he could go no further. Then he wiggled his hips -which made his sister gasp and arch her back- in an effort to find a more comfortable position. Once he was settled, he began to fuck his sister leisurely. His mouth still ravaged hers, and her legs were still wrapped around his hips. He pulled out as he could, then pushed back in. After the seventh stroke his sister made a purring sound deep in her throat. Dante felt a thrill of excitement race up his spine. She was beginning to enjoy it. Oh man, his sister was a little slut after all! He sped up the pace, and his sister moaned louder. Pressed so firmly against him, he could feel her heartbeat thudding in her chest. Her breasts felt wonderful -so soft and large. Then her tongue attacked his, and she began kissing him back in earnest. In a few more seconds, he couldn't believe when he felt her hips push against him as he pushed into her. He stroked in and out a few more times, making sure she really was meeting his every thrust, then he opened his eyes and stared down into her face. Her eyes flickered open, a bit dazed, but they met his and didn't close again. Instead she watched him as he steadily thrust in and out of her body. She mumbled something against his lips. He pulled back just enough to ask, "Are you going to be quiet?" She nodded. He drew his mouth away from hers. She gasped, panting, and said breathlessly, "Oh my god Dante, how can you do this? I'm your sister." Dante released her hands and gripped her hips. He braced his legs wider, therefore opening her up more, and levered her above his cock. "Because I can," he said, his voice husky. He pulled out all the way, then rammed his huge cock back up inside her. She cried out, back arching, hands going to his shoulders. Her hips undulated against him. He smiled nastily and bent his head to take a breast into his mouth. "Oh Dante." She gasped. "I can't believe we're doing this. Why would you? What will Tricia think?" She moaned and licked her lips, her fingernails biting into his shoulders as he thrust faster and deeper. Dante lifted his head and looked into his sisters dazed, lustful eyes. "Tricia and I are history. And you are so fucking delicious I couldn't stand another day without tasting you." He bent his head and took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside. Her tongue immediately attacked his, and she dug her heels into his buttocks, squeezing him, pulling him deeper into her body. Her chest was heaving, and little whimpers vibrated in her throat. Dante slid his hands down beneath her bottom, gripping the round, smooth flesh, and he squeezed them, then lifted her even higher. He angled their bodies and thrust into her in a more direct way. This drove her crazy. She tore her mouth from his, let her head fall back to the bathroom wall, and moaned. "Dante. Oh Dante. Deeper. Oh deeper. Harder. Fuck me faster. Jam that huge cock inside my juicy cunt." Dante was surprised by her dirty talk, but it turned him on immensely. He obeyed her demand, and pounded her. His face set into hard, stern lines, and he watched her olive skin mottle and turn red, a blush rising up from her breasts. Her pussy was gripping his cock tightly, her hips shoving against his desperately. She moaned and mumbled mindlessly. "Oh god Dante. Oh god oh god oh god. Yes! Oh fuck yes! Faster. Faster Dante. Faster!" She was wild with lust. He knew their brother could hear everything that was going on, but he didn't give a damn. He wanted Melchiorre to hear what a little slut their sister was. The thought of Melchiorre sitting there, shocked, maybe even masturbating, was too much for Dante. He groaned his sisters name, and then ground his penis inside her. She climaxed suddenly, her vagina fisting around his huge cock. She screamed out, shouting blasphemies, crying his name in ecstacy. "YES! Oh YES! YES DANTE YES! FUCK ME! OH! OH! OH! OOHWHOAOHOHOHOH!" Her hips ground back against him, her head thrashing from side to side. The water ran over their heated bodies, slicking their skin. Then Dante came, jerking against her, shooting his cum deep inside her womb. His chest mashed her breasts, his mouth locked onto hers as he thrust into her, emptying his load; her tight, greedy pussy milked him dry. Finally, when their orgasms left them breathless and limp and replete, Dante pulled out of his sister, waited until her legs were firm enough to hold her weight, then winked at her flushed face, pressed a quick, casual kiss to her lips, and slipped from the shower. He quickly toweled off, put on his clothes, and left the bathoom, where he went to watch a show in the livingroom. He grinned as he plopped down on the couch. He would definitely have to do that again. ~ * ~ On the other side of the bathroom wall, Melchiorre shuddered as his orgasm slackened it's grip on him. His breath shuddered out and his big hand gave his long cock a few last leisurely strokes. His eyes opened and he looked down at himself. Cum covered and dripped off his hand, and it dribbled down his dark shaft and soaked into his boxer briefs. He pushed his chair back and rose and hobbled to the bathroom to wash himself off. While he did this, he contemplated his face in the mirror. His brother had just forced sex on their sister, more or less. Even if she had enjoyed it in the end, it had still been a devious manipulation on Dante's part. Melchiorre could hear every single word said; he could hear Rina's cries of ecstacy and Dante's grunts of release. Why that combination had gotten him off, Mel didn't know. But it was worth exploring. Taken In The Shower Ch. 02 Taken While Sleeping (This is the second part to the 'Taken' series. The first is "Taken in the shower". I recommend you read that as well, preferably before you read this, just so you get a good idea of what's going on. Let me add here, as I did in the first part, that this story is not about me and my brothers. Enjoy.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He couldn't really believe he was going to do this. Since he had listened to his brother Dante fuck their younger sister Rina earlier that day in the shower, Melchiorre Scablio had fantasized about fucking her too. He wasn't going to lie and say he'd never thought of her in a sexual context. Of course he had. He figured all siblings did, once or twice in their lifetimes. And if they didn't think about his sister in that way, then they were insane. She was gorgeous, tall and voluptuous, with beautiful skin, beautiful breasts, and a beautiful ass. Everything was exactly where it should be on a woman. She was graceful, feminine without being girlie, and both shy and bold by equal standards. In a completely non-lustful and brotherly manner, Melchiorre loved his sister very much. He was proud of her and his voice resonated with a great deal of affection whenever he spoke of her to other people. But in a completely animalistic, depraved manner, Melchiorre wanted to bang Rina into next week. Shutting his eyes tightly and taking a deep breath, Melchiorre carefully, quietly, and slowly turned the knob on his sister's bedroom door until it clicked open, and then tip-toed inside. He shut it immediately, wincing slightly when it made a barely audible 'snick' sound. Then he paused and listened, waiting to make sure Rina was asleep. She snored very softly, evenly, and Melchiorre knew she was out. He let his breath out in a slow sigh and glanced toward her bed. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he saw his sister's form as a lump beneath her lavender covers. The clock on her bedside shone faintly, and cast the side of her cheek in pale, watery blue. He moved closer, eyes locked on her face, shucking out of his boxers as he went. He'd come in only those, because it would have been stupid to get completely dressed in the middle of the night to seduce his sister in her sleep. Naked, Melchiorre stopped beside her bed and watched her dark lashes fanning a delicate shadow on her cheekbones. She really was a pretty little thing, all round and lush with soft skin. His cock twitched and came alive. His gaze traveled downward, and he reached out to take the top of the sheet between his index and thumb and draw it slowly downward as his eyes traveled the same path. The cotton settled on her feet, and he studied her, dressed only in panties and a sleep tank. The tank would be too difficult to remove without waking her, so he'd have to cut it off. He felt a slight twinge of regret at the thought, but it was quickly squashed by the blood flowing quickly to his cock causing it to grow and harden. He quietly took her scissors from her desk drawer and cut the garment off her, then gently, gently, gently drew the material from under her. He vowed to replace the top the next time he went into town. He drew in his breath soundlessly when her breasts were finally bare to his hungry gaze. He reached out to touch them, but drew his hand back quickly. Not yet. He didn't want to risk waking her yet. He settled his gaze on her panties, running it down each long, creamy leg, then back to the apex of her thighs. The scissors made quick work of these too. Finally, she lay completely naked before him, and he could not refrain from touching this time. His finger lightly touched the thatch of dark curls that shadowed her pubis, then twirled in them. He smiled a crooked smile, and glanced up at his sister. She was sound asleep. Melchiorre knew he would have to move quickly now, before she woke up, or he chickened out. He licked his finger, then pressed it against the hood that hid her clit, and pressed a little and began to rub. All the while his eyes stayed glued to his sister's face. He didn't have to see what he was doing, but he needed to see whether Rina responded or not. She slept on peacefully. He slid his finger down a little further, parting the clean petals of her labias –he was surprised to find that she shaved them. They were like silk. His cock pulsed with desire. He used his other hand to tease her nipples, which were not aroused, but soon began to peak under his teasing and feather-light ministrations. His index delved deeper into her labias, gliding down into the moistness and brushing over her opening. There was no reaction. Melchiorre thanked god that his sister had always been a heavy sleeper, and began to move that finger back and forth against it, rubbing and rubbing, trying to stimulate her body enough to naturally provide lubrication without arousing her too much that she woke up. Had he not done this successfully before with previous girlfriends, Melchiorre probably would have botched it. But he knew what he was doing. He leaned over her breast to slick one nipple with his saliva before refocusing his attention on her face once more. His one hand began to gently massage the mound. The index finger of his other hand continued to rub in slow circles over her sex, pressing a little at the opening in a sort of tease. For several minutes Melchiorre worked his sister while she slept. Her body responded as programmed to do, but her consciousness remained blissfully unaware. Finally, when Melchiorre decided his sister's pussy had readied itself enough for intercourse, he stood and began to gently, carefully pry her legs apart. He bent her knees and spread them, and he slowly, inch by excruciating inch, crawled onto the mattress between them. It was a good, firm mattress, otherwise his added weight no doubt would have jiggled the bed too much and woken Rina. Still, he paused once he was kneeling between her spread legs, watching her face first for awareness, then letting his gaze slide down her supple body to rest on the shadowed area of her crotch. Realizing he was breathing a little too hard in anticipation and lust, Melchiorre took a moment to calm himself, allowing his fingers to play idly in her dewy curls and brush the damp velvety petals of her sex. Finally, he carefully wrapped his hands around her calves and lifted them, slowly, inch by inch, dragging her down a smidgen so that her thighs were draped over his thighs. Then he took his cock in hand and guided it to her moist entrance. He shuddered when his skin touched hers, and he had to remind himself to go slow and be gentle. He wanted this to last, but more importantly, he didn't want to hurt his baby sister. Taking his time, he rubbed his cock head up and down her slick folds, parting them then pushing his head firmly at her entrance but not entering her. Every woman he had ever slept with loved when he teased her with his cock. It drove them absolutely wild. After only several minutes, they would be begging him to ram his cock in and fuck them hard and deep. He didn't figure his sister was any different. After about a minute of that teasing – the slow up and down rubbing of his flesh against hers, then a slight forward pressure against her hole, and repeating- Rina's breathing began to change. It was only a slight deepening in breaths, but Melchiorre recognized it for what it was. He grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dark. She was starting to get worked up without even knowing it. He was going to have so much fun fucking Rina. And at that thought, his patience wore out. He had to take her now, had to be inside her now. She was ready, hungry even in sleep, for his cock. Biting his lip to stifle any possible noises he might make as he entered her, Melchiorre rubbed up and down once more, then pushed steadily at the entrance to her pussy. He pushed a little, drew back a fraction, then pushed, then drew back, then pushed. Her breathing hitched a little more, and she wiggled her hips back and forth, as if she were trying to assuage the itch he had awoken inside her. Melchiorre took this as a very good sign and pushed a little more firmly, feeling her flesh give steadily the harder he pushed. Her heat beckoned him, but he leashed his lust and vowed to go slowly. Rina murmured something and tossed her head, one hand coming up to rest atop one of her aroused breasts. Then she settled and her breathing evened out again. Melchiorre rolled his eyes. She may have fallen back asleep, but she wouldn't be asleep for much longer. He pulled back out completely, shutting his eyes as the sensations of her tight, warm pussy disappeared, then went back to teasing her entrance with his cock. Only a few seconds passed before Rina's breathing again deepened and she wiggled her butt. This time Melchiorre would take her. He began his slow entrance, watching Rina's face. Her brows drew downward, crinkling, and she reached her hand down to where his cock head was half in her and tried to scratch. He caught her hand and placed it over his heart. He wanted her to feel how hard his heart was beating. Then he gave one good firm push and his whole head popped in. He groaned, he couldn't help it. She was tight and wet and hot and he wanted to slide home completely and just stay there like that. Soon, he promised himself, very soon. At his penetration Rina woke up with a startled hitching gasp of breath. Her eyelids fluttered and she mumbled sleepily in confusion. Her hand fisted then flattened out over his warm skin, and she curiously allowed her fingers to rub over his nipple. Melchiorre pulled out completely, then popped back in, and Rina came fully awake, eyes widening, mouth opening, hand pressing firmly against his chest. "Melchiorre, noooo." she murmured, staring into her oldest brother's eyes in shock. "Shhh baby, it's okay." He withdrew and slid back in, going deeper. Her brows tightened and she took a deep breath, as if bracing herself. He did it again, going even deeper, and she made a low rumbling noise in her throat and wiggled her hips. He loved the way her heat enveloped him, the way her tight sheath gave slickly and enticed him to go deeper. The third time Melchiorre withdrew and pushed back in, he knew he had gone as deep as he could go. Surprisingly, she took five of his eight inches easily. He imagined in other positions, like cowgirl and doggie, he could go even deeper. The thought made him shudder, and he groaned again. He pulled out and slid back in once more before pausing to allow his sister time to adjust to him. Her inner muscles had clamped deliciously around him and she'd moaned when he hit the soft spongy tissue deep inside her. But her neck arched in instinctive pleasure and after the moan a barely audible gasp of delight escaped her. "You're beautiful," he whispered. He slid his arms beneath her knees and lifted her legs, draping them over his forearms and gripping her hips. She gasped his name very softly, "Melchiorre," and moved her hands to grasp his arms. Their gazes held, and he waited, waited for her breathing to slow, waited for her vaginal muscles to unclamp. Her nipples were tight, hard little points placed perfectly atop the two beautiful mounds of her breasts. After what seemed an eternity to him, Melchiorre began to move, pulling out all the way and then sliding fully back in. He set a slow and steady rhythm, watching her face intently while he moved deeply inside her. She was biting her lip, her brows slightly furrowed, and her fingers dug into his skin. He could tell she was fighting it. He would have none of that. She had enjoyed what Dante had done, and she would enjoy what he did too. Melchiorre bent forward, which angled him tantalizingly inside her and caused her to swallow a groan, and nudged her ear with his nose, then blew gently into it and flicked his tongue over the lobe. She tried to jerk her head away, but there was really nowhere to turn. He simply trailed his lips lightly down her throat and nuzzled her jaw, kissing the milky skin lovingly. His hands trailed leisurely up her tight stomach and molded over her wonderfully full and soft breasts. He cupped his palms over the turgid peaks and pinched them gently with the calloused flesh. Her back arched before she could control herself. Melchiorre smiled against her skin and nibbled and licked his way back to her ear, poking his tongue into it teasingly, then deeper, swirling it around the whorls of the shell and biting lightly on the lobe. She swallowed hard and her hands moved up his forearms, then back down them in an unconscious caress. Melchiorre pressed his lips to her cheek, and to the cheekbone beneath her eyes, and then brushed his lips in a feather light kiss over them when they fluttered shut. Then he settled his mouth over hers, and held it there -not pushing, not demanding, not taking; just waiting. He forced her to breathe his breath, and greedily took in hers. It was an added intimacy. Her lips parted and he swept his tongue inside, still watching her. She didn't push her brother away. She made a distressed noise and tightened her hands around his arms, but remained still. Very very still, as if she were focusing on what he was doing to her, everywhere. Their skin sliding against each other, hers silky, his covered in crisp black hairs that would tantalize pleasurably. His hands massaged her breasts, pausing once in a while to tweak a nipple, then soothe it with the pad of his thumb and return to massaging. Then as his tongue rubbed over hers her body responded. It was one long roll of her deliciously curvaceous form, starting from her head and working its way down to her toes. Her mouth pushed more insistently against Melchiorres, and her tongue hesitantly brushed his. Her breasts seemed to swell with the deep breath she took and filled his hands more. Her butt wiggled and lifted to meet one of his thrusts, and her legs tightened, trying to draw him closer. He felt her toes flex. He took the kiss deeper, and she responded, still shy, but showing much more interest. Thank god she was beginning to enjoy it. Melchiorre couldn't wait to feel her come around his cock. For several minutes they kissed as he slowly fucked her with deep, long strokes. Then he left her mouth and closed his teeth gently over her jaw, which caused her to gasp, and trailed his lips down her throat again, kissing along her collarbone to one shoulder, then back to the other shoulder. She was fragrant. She smelled of the lavender body lotion she applied after every shower, and never before this moment had it gone to his head like wine. Melchiorre groaned and buried his face in her hair, squeezing her breasts a little harder, driving his thick shaft a little quicker into her tight sheathe. She obviously liked it, judging by the way her hips did that trying-to-find-a-comfortable-spot wiggle. He moved back to her throat, nibbling and nuzzling away. "Melchiorre," she breathed in a plaintive voice. Her feet curled into his sides and her vagina tightened marginally around him. She took a deep breath, and her vagina tightened again. Her throat vibrated beneath his lips and he knew she had choked down another moan. She was losing the battle with her will. Her body derived too much pleasure from his attentions, and she wouldn't be able to deny it for much longer. Smiling in triumph, Melchiorre took his hands away from her breasts and settled them once more on her hips, then looked down so he could watch their middles each time he disappeared into her. He watched his cock pumping into her for as long as he could, then he had to stop looking or he knew he would blow his load too soon the sight was so erotic. He glanced up and could just see her in the gloom. She was watching them too, her top teeth sunk into her bottom lip. Her hands gripped him almost painfully. She was beginning to pant. Her body kept tightening and tightening, and she couldn't stop the imminent orgasm. Melchiorre rolled his hips when he was fully imbedded inside her and she gurgled, closing her eyes and grimacing. Her hips jerked once, twice, lifting and holding, then pumping in quick, short spurts, and she came. Her vagina fluttered around his cock very delicately, and she looked so beautiful, her expression loose and blissful. She licked her lips and they curved in a delicious little cat in cream smile. Melchiorre felt like a god. His heart bumped beneath his ribs in a hard beat of euphoria. The only sounds in the room were Rina's breathless gasps and the juicy noise the siblings bodies made when their pelvises kissed. He had entered earlier swollen with lust, but it had calmed in the face of his seduction. He knew that she would come a second time before he came a first. When she came down from her orgasm, her eyes peeked open a little and Melchiorre knew she was looking at him. Her smile stayed in place as she watched her brother begin moving in her in a steady rhythm once more. She didn't say anything, didn't bother to deny she enjoyed what he was doing to her. Her hips pushed forward to meet each of his thrusts, and soon they were moving in tandem, slow and steady and deep. He was surprised when her hands released their grip on his arm and trailed lazily upward to his chest. She spread her palms and rubbed them over the crisp hair, then brushed her fingers across the flat male nipples. He hissed out a breath and narrowed his eyes at her. She smiled a little more and did it again. "You like that Melchiorre?" she whispered hoarsely. He nodded and began to pump faster. Her legs shifted restlessly, and she said, "Let my legs down Melchiorre." He did as she wanted, and was rewarded by her wrapping them around his waist and anchoring her ankles at the small of his back. The move had tightened her silken tunnel and angled her hips higher. "Oooh," she moaned, her head rolling from one side to the other. "Oh yes." Her nails scrapped tantalizingly down his hard chest to his washboard stomach. She played her fingers through the hair there, eyes shut in bliss. "Mmmm big brother, you're so marvelously built. So hard and..." she gasped as Melchiorre began to thrust even faster. It took her a couple of minutes to remember her train of thought. One hand trailed down to rub idly over her clit, and the other cupped and began to play with her own breast. Melchiorre slid his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her, rocking them as their bodies thrust and rolled. "Oh god." She murmured, and he felt her pussy begin to tighten once more. He knew she was going to orgasm any minute and he wanted to be there with her when she did. Melchiorre sped up his thrusting until he was pounding into her. The bed rocked, squeaking every few lunges. She lifted her hands and braced them on her headboard, rocking her hips just as quickly. He watched, transfixed, as her breasts jiggled freely. Her pussy tightened and tightened, her head rolling from side to side mindlessly, her heels digging into his buttocks as she tried to draw him deeper and deeper into her. He released her ass and braced himself on his arms behind her hips, then leaned over her body, which angled him deeper and threw her over the edge. The first shout escaped, but he captured the rest in his mouth as he sealed their lips and kissed her deeply, carnally, moaning his own groan of release into her delectable mouth. Their torsos jerked and their flesh spasmed and she milked every drop of semen from his overheated body. When the orgasms gave them back thought, she wrapped her arms around Melchiorre's back and kissed him back just as passionately. He remained locked inside her by her legs, which didn't loosen their hold. Not that he cared. Finally, she pulled her brother's face away an inch to whisper raggedly, "Don't go. Stay with me tonight." Then sealed their lips again and slid her hands down to grip his buttocks, squeezing and humming in delight. Taken In The Shower Ch. 02 Melchiorre tangled his hands in her hair and stayed where he was, inside her, consumed by her, not caring if their parents or Dante found them the next morning. He was going to fuck her again, and the way she was rubbing all that lush, sex-dampened flesh beneath him, he knew it wouldn't take long for his erection to resurrect itself. *** Shortly before dawn, Melchiorre woke up to find himself still inside his little sister. Only ten minutes after that first fuck, they had gone at it again, still missionary because Melchiorre hadn't moved from it yet. Then, fifteen minutes after the second round began, he had dismounted her and curled himself around her body from behind, so her ass was nestled quite nicely in his wet pubes. Neither of them had bothered to clean up, and so he knew how wet and juicy Rina's pussy had been after her third orgasm. Moaning sleepily, Melchiorre woke up to find his face pressed to her hair, the curls tickling his nose, one arm draped over her ribs and lightly cupping a breast, and their legs entwined. He smiled and pushed his morning erection against her behind. She stirred and murmured, then said, "Morning." Moving her hair aside, he levered himself up and kissed the side of her neck, then her collar bone and shoulder. "Morning sexy." He squeezed her breast and pushed his cock against her again. Amazingly, for Melchiorre had thought that Rina would be reluctant again now that they weren't in the heat of the moment, his sister wiggled her hips and rubbed her ass against his cock. He groaned and gently bit her shoulder. "I hope you don't mind a nice morning fuck sweetheart, because I have to have you again." And with that he wedged his knee between her legs, pushing it high up her thighs and opening her up. "I don't mind Mel," Rina whispered, and then amazed him further by arching her back and angling her ass a little higher than his groin, which would enable him to slip his cock between her thighs and enter her sex. "Oh baby," he murmured in wonder, then took her hips and pulled her back as he guided his cock smoothly into her even tighter and already wet pussy. She let out her breath in a long sigh and settled her head on her arm. Melchiorre moaned and pushed deep, deep, then gave a few short in and out thrusts to make sure he was all the way in again. "Rinaaaa," he whispered, sliding his left arm under her ribs to curl his hand around and cup a breast tightly, and then gripping her hip with his right hand so he could guide her with his thrusting. He wanted to come as soon as he entered her, but Melchiorre managed to hold back for five minutes. His fingers bit into the flesh of her breast and hips as he came, and he grimaced against her shoulder, holding himself still as he rode the orgasm. Rina said his name softly, an inquiry, and he panted out, "No, no, I can go again. I just..." he groaned as his body instinctively began to move within his sister again. "I just had to come. But I'll be good for a while now." He kissed her cheek, her ear, her jaw, her neck and shoulder, and moved his still hard cock in and out of her clinging sheath slowly and languidly. He planned to fuck her long and good, taking his time and drawing out their pleasure until the last possible moment. And so he did. Thirty-five minutes after his first orgasm, Melchiorre had given Rina three orgasms, but he couldn't tell whether her last one had been a full orgasm or if her pussy was just fluttering and spasming in continued ecstasy. Rina wasn't quiet this time either. She moaned continually, had been moaning continually since her third orgasm. She also couldn't stay still. She writhed against him and jerked beneath his tight grasp and tossed her head and said his name over and over in a gasping, disbelieving tone. He had his hand down her front and was playing with her clit, and she was just in total blissed-out heaven with what he was doing to her body. After he'd held her on the brink of orgasm for five minutes, ignoring her pleading and whimpering, Melchiorre decided it was time for them both to come one last time so they could start their days. Melchiorre lifted Rina's leg and draped it over his hip, opening her and angling him in a wonderful way. She cried out softly and said forcefully from between clenched teeth, "Yes! Oh Melchiorre please fuck me. I neeeed to come. Please finish me off. Oh, fuck me please. Oh fuck me fuck me fuck me." And how could he argue with her when he really wanted to fuck her and come in her. So, that's what he did. She shoved back against him every time he shoved into her, and before long they were both moaning aloud. "Oh Melchiorre," his sister whispered plaintively right before she peaked, then she bit into her pillow and came, long and hard and loudly. She squeezed him so tightly that Melchiorre came too, the orgasm so strong he cried out three times, not able to help himself, just able to clutch his sister to him as his semen erupted deep into her pussy. They undulated and jerked and moaned and panted each others names, and finally lay still, sweaty and replete. After about five minutes of catching their breaths, during which time their hands never stopped moving from stroking over every inch of flesh they could find, Rina finally said faintly, "You need to go. Mom and dad will be getting up soon." Melchiorre made a sound of consent, then pulled his finally flaccid cock the rest of the way out of her sopping pussy and climbed over her and started to dress. He turned around and looked at his sister, naked and all rumbled, eyes at half-mast, watching him, and he smiled. He went back to her, leaned down and kissed her lingeringly on the mouth. "Love you sis." "Love you too Mel." He let his palm linger a moment longer on her cheek, then quietly left the room. Rina rolled onto her back, trailed her fingers down her body and pressed two fingers up inside her, feeling how wet she was. She shuddered, shut her eyes, and thought, this is getting out of control. I shouldn't love what they do to me, but I do. And though I know I should say no, I know I won't if they come to me again. It's too good, what they do to me, and I crave it. Then with an airy little sigh, she fingered herself back to another orgasm thinking of her brothers fucking her again.