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I cursed under my breath when I saw her come out of their room in the middle of the night wearing those boy shorts underwear and a tshirt short enough to show just a hint of skin.

She looked a little embarrassed when she saw me, she must have forgotten I keep odd hours because of my job. But instead of stepping back into their room to put on more clothes she just smiled and waved sleepily.

“I’m just grabbing a glass of water,” she whispered, obviously trying to not wake Samual, my brother.

I didn’t even say anything. Of all the things running through my head, none of them could be said out loud.

Three weeks. It had been three long weeks of the two of them living in my house. They’d decided to move to the city and needed a place to stay while house hunting. Of course I said they could stay with me – he’s my brother after all.

But I hadn’t considered what it would be like having *her* stay with me.

There had all the time been a bit of tension between us. I know I wasn’t imagining it. Eye contact held a moment too long. Standing just a little too close when we talked. The slow trailing of fingers from a hand placed on my arm.

God, the woman was maddening. And having her live with me only made things worse. It’s like she was purposely trying to drive me to do something insane. All those sly glances and mischievous smiles. All those perfectly innocent comments that weren’t really innocent – only when my brother wasn’t around. The tight clothes showing off enticing curves. The long slow stretches when she knew I was only pretending not to look.

We held eye contact for a moment, neither of us saying a word. Then her lips curled into slow smile and she walked off toward the kitchen. God, the way those hips moved when she walked – and that little bounce with each step …

Maybe she did remember I was likely to be up. Maybe she had orchestrated this. Maybe …

I tried to paste my eyes to my computer. I tried to keep my impulsive ass in my seat. I made it maybe 30 seconds and then I followed her.

When I reached the kitchen she was reaching for a glass on the top shelf. What is it about a girl with a nice ass reaching for something up high that makes me want to bend her over so hard?

She must have heard me come in because she sure as hell took her time grabbing that glass. And I sure as hell didn’t mind.

She poured herself some water, never looking back at me. But when she turned around and leaned back against the counter she didn’t seem surprised at all to see me standing there. She took a long slow sip of her water, looking me square in the eyes over the glass. Without saying a word, she set the glass on the counter and started to move back toward the living room.

She could have taken a step or two to put some distance between us as she walked by, but she stayed in close, our arms brushing as she passed.

“What are you doing,” I fairly growled.

“I told you,” she said coley, glancing at me over her shoulder. “I was thirsty.”

I grabbed her arm and spun her around. The motion pulled her in close to me, our bodies touching – her face inches from mine. “No. What are you doing?”

She looked up at me, her eyes meeting mine. She stood there silent for a long moment. Gradually I released my grip on her arm and slid my hand up shoulder, her neck – letting my fingers brush against her cheek.

“I love him,” she said quietly. “I love your brother. “He’s the perfect husband. Thoughtful. Kind. Sweet.”

I brushed her cheek with the back of my fingers and slowly slid them over her chin down to her neck.

“He’s everything a woman would want in a husband,” she continued. “So loving. So gentle …”

Slowly I wrapped my fingers around her throat. “But that’s not what you need, is it?” I asked. I looked deep into her years and gradually applied a little pressure to her neck. Her breath caught in her throat – a quick intake a breath.

I pulled her into me by her neck, leaning down, and our lips met. Her mouth was open slightly – inviting me, ready for me. Our tongues met and suddenly it was like someone had fired a gun to start the race.

Our hands were all over each other. Touching. Grasping. Feeling. Our tongues danced in each others mouths. Our bodies’ pressed against each other.

I slid my hands around the back of her head and grasped her hair. I jerked her head back and to the side, exposing her neck. I clamped my mouth in her neck, kissing and sucking while she wrapped her arms around my head – pulling me down onto her. She was moving her hips, grinding herself into me. I slid my hands down her body, grabbing her ass, lifting her up into her tiptoes.

I kissed a line up her neck and jaw to her ear lobe. “Your skin tastes fucking amazing,” I growled.

Her hands went to my waist and under my shirt, her nails scratching at my sides. I broke off our kiss and ripped my shirt over my head, flinging it to the side.

I slipped my hands under her shirt, sliding them up her stomach. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started to pull it over her head. By the time she got her shirt off my mouth was already on her breasts.

She wrapped her fingers in my hair and threw her head back as I kissed and sucked at her breasts, kissing little lines back and forth, covering every square inch of her chest with my lips.

I kissed my way back up her neck to her mouth. As I straightened my body I slid my hands down to her waist. I lifted her up and sat her on the counter and she spread her legs, pulling me with a hand on either side of my face – pulling my mouth back to hers.

I took a half step back and let my eyes sweep over her. “Fucking magnificent,” I murmured.

I started tugging at her panties and she planted her hands on the counter, lifting her hips, letting the thin fabric slide right off her.

Then my mouth was back in her breasts, down her stomach, between her legs. Her pussy was warm and swollen with need – and fucking delicious. I buried my face into her, exploring her with my tongue. Her hands were on the back of my head, making quick little movements, pulling and pushing at my head. I quickly found her rhythm.

I slid my tongue to her clit and started gently sucking at it. She let out an approving gasp so I stayed with it, alternating between sucking and sliding my tongue over her clit.

I slid a finger inside her, curled slightly up. I worked my finger inside her, gently sliding up and down the top of her wall as I continued to lap at her pussy like a man desperate for water.

She pushed my head harder I too if her and started grinding her hips. She made the whitest squeaking noises as she tried to stifle her moan. Her body shook as she began to cum.

I didn’t stop. I continued working her body as she rode out the orgasm and only slowed down when her body relaxed – matching her rhythm. She cupped my face with both hands and pulled me up until our mouths, and our tongues, met again.

She slid her hand into the front of my pants, wrapping her fingers around my cock, and started stroking me.

She slid her cheek against mine, letting her lips brush my ear and whispered, “Fuck me. Now. I want you to fuck me hard.”

The sound that escaped me can only be described as a growl.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her off the counter. I flipped her around with one hand, and pulled down my pants with the other – kicking them out of the way.

I pulled her against me, our naked flesh pressing together and whispered into her ear, “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?”

I didn’t wait for her to answer. With a hand on her waist and another on her back, I bent her over the counter. I pushed into her slowly at first, enjoying the feel of her body. I held her by the back if her neck and and started to thrust inside of her. I started slow, letting her body adjust to having me inside her.

My hands slid down her back until I was holding onto her hips as I increased my rhythm. I pulled her into me with each thrust, our bodies meeting with a steady sharp slapping sound.

She didn’t try to stop me, or slow me down. She took it. Like she wanted and needed it as hard as I did. I slammed into her again and again, our bodies crashing into each other.

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back to me, wrapping one arm around her body and the other around her throat. She arched her back, her shoulders pressed against my chest, her hips titled back, taking me as I continued to thrust into her.

“Fuck, you’re a sexy thing,” I growled.

I pulled out of her and spun us both around. I pushed her back into the kitchen table and lifted her up onto it. I laid her down flat on her back and she wrapped her legs around me as I entered her again.

I slid my hands up her thighs, her hips, her stomach, and to her breasts. I grabbed hold of her breasts, pinning her down as I pounded into her again and again.

“Fuck you feel so fucking good,” I groaned.

“Harder,” she whimpered. “Fuck me harder.”

I slid a hand up to her throat, cutting off her air, holding her body still. I slammed into her like a madman, like she owed me money and I was taking it out on her flesh.

I couldn’t even curse any more. I was just grunting with each thrust. I was close. She knew it too.

I tried to pull out of her, cum on her stomach and tits. But she wrapped her legs hard around me, pulling me tight, pinning me inside her.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned as I exploded inside her. She arched her back and squeezed her eyes shut tight. She pushed her hips into the air, grinding herself against me, as he body convulsed and a low groan escaped her lips.

I collapsed on top of her, wrapped my arms around her head and planted my lips on hers. Our bodies continued to grind and gyrate against each others’ – almost of their own volition. Slowly we relaxed. I lifted her upper body and sat her up as I stood up straight.

I stayed inside her as we kissed, arms wrapped around each other. After a moment she broke off the kiss and looked me in the eye.

I knew what would come next. Awkwardness and guilt. “We shouldn’t have done this. I have to tell him” all that bullshit.

Instead I was completely surprised when she said, “Tomorrow night I’ll come to your room on the other side of the house … so we don’t have to be so quiet.”

NSFW: yes

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