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Instead of changing back, I simply put my skirt and shirt back on, balling my panties and tights up in a ball and sticking them in the lingerie box. I felt wickedly naughty with the feel of the sheer material against my skin instead of the cotton of my normal panties. Feeling my pulse race, I finished the rest of my mug, reached for the door, and stepped back out.

Chapter 5:

“So how do they fit?”

My pulse raced. It was the question I’d been waiting for. Biting at my bottom lip, I walked towards him, bringing myself closer to the firelight. Saying nothing, the brandy giving me courage, I reached down, grabbed at my skirt, and flipped it up.

He gasped, his eyes staring hard at the sheer dark of the panties against my creamy skin. I giggled and twirled, flashing him the soft globes of my ass split by the teeny thong, before dropping the skirt with a fit of nervous laughter and a blush of crimson across my face.

I looked at him expectantly,. “So...what do you think?”

I saw the dark, wolfish hunger in his eyes then, and a small shiver went up my back. His eyes slowly raised to mine, fire raging behind them. The room felt smaller, quieter. "I think you should throw some music on while I make us another drink.” His grin was darker than before this time; hungrier.
 

Still blushing at my shameless display, I turned giddily on my heel and moved towards his entertainment shelf, measuring my breath in slow, calming breaths.

"You know, the neighbors will talk, what with you giving me naughty underwear and me staying here like this." I said it cheerily, trying to lighten the mood. I turned to wink at him, but found his gaze even and unblinking as he watched me from across the room. The dark wolfish eyes had replaced the disarming smile again.
 

"Let them."

I swallowed heavily, feeling the heat creep back into my cheeks as I turned back to the stereo.

What the heck was in that drink?

With a startled shiver, breaking my thoughts, I felt him behind me then. I knew it him without turning or seeing, and my breath hitched in my throat as I felt his presence there. I straightened up, stiffening slightly, and began to turn.
 

"Jon, I-"

With a rush, he was on me then. Hands grabbed and held me tightly to him, smothering me against him. I gasped, and then moaned as his lips crashed hungrily against mine. His grip was strong, the smell of his aftershave captivating me as his tongue pushed at my lips.
 

I wrenched my mouth from his, gasping for air as I weakly pushed against his chest with my hands. "Wait!
Wait!
Jon, what are y-!" He cut me off again with his lips, hot and wet against my own as he held me tighter.

He had me pressed back hard against the bookshelves, my back against the paperback romances and leather-bound classics that I’d borrowed as a kid; the ones that I’d read while he and my father talked business.
 

 
I could feel his hand snaking down between us, moving lower. I gasped as he pressed at my pussy through my skirt and my new naughty underwear before dipping to my hemline. His hand gripped at my thigh and moved up, sliding over my skin to my sheer panty-covered crotch.
 

“We- we shouldn’t!” I gasped out, moaning as his lips moved to my ear, sending a tingle through my whole body.

"I've waited until now, and tonight, you're
mine
." He grunted the last word out harshly, making me shiver and whimper against him.
 

"But, my parents-”

His hand pushed against my pussy, fingers sliding determinedly over me as he rubbed my soaking wet slit through the flimsy material of his gift.

"No buts,” he growled. “Tonight, you’re
mine
. Tonight, I’m going to take you the way I’ve wanted to take you since you turned eighteen,” he grunted into my ear. He bunched my skirt around my waist, growling into my ear again. “Jesus, Rachel, this sexy little skirt to bring me cookies? I wanted to fuck you the second you walked in that door.”

His body held me firmly to the wall and I whimpered then, feeling both helpless and utterly turned on at the animal that had risen to the surface of this man I'd known my entire life. I never wanted him to stop what he was doing right then. His finger slid over the edge of my panties, and I shivered at his touch against my skin there.
 

"Anyone ever tell you your eyes look like starlight?"

My body betrayed me as I quivered against him. I moaned as I rocked my hips against him, feeling the flush course hotly through my body as his fingers slid over my pussy through my naughty new panties.
 

His breath was hot across my neck as his lips trailed wetly over the tender skin of my collarbone. With my skirt around my waist, it was just the thin strip of fabric between my most secret place and his prodding searching fingers. They pushed at my panties, pulling them roughly aside to seek out my delicate folds.
 

"Let's get a better feel" his voice was dark in my ear, like the cocoa spiked with brandy that sat silent witness on the table behind us.
 

His fingers slid through my folds then, determinedly seeking and then finding the wetness and heat there. My body ached for more of him; ached for him to keep going. The fingers found my center then and slipped inside. I gasped, my hands clenching to fists as he sank the digit to the knuckle deep inside me. His other hand was tearing at my skirt then, pulling roughly at the zipper and yanking the plaid garment from my body. The skirt I'd spent hours deciding on, that I’d chosen over four others to wear as I stopped by tonight, lay crumpled and discarded on the floor.
 

His lips mauled my neck, and I moaned, feeling the naked desire as I shuddered against him. With his strong finger sliding inside me, he used his knee to spread my legs, seeking deeper entrance. My panties were pushed wetly to the side, my little pussy exposed to the heat of the room.

"I really-" I gasped and moaned as his fingers crooked inside me, stroking that sensitive spot just inside. "I really need to go!"

"I told you, it's cold out there" he husked into my ear, teeth nipping my lobe.
 
He was pulling at the buckle and zipper of his pants then, yanking and pushing them down.
 

With a gasp and soft mewling sound from my lips, I could suddenly feel his cock - naked, pulsing, and
huge
- pressing hotly against my thigh. Oh
God
, he was going to do it! He was going to push it inside me! The thought drove me wild with excitement and desire, my blood pumping hotly in my ears.

"My...my sister will b-"

"
Fuck
your sister." His growling words sent a shock through me, making me clench on his fingers as he stroked my channel.
 

He pressed forward then, sliding the fat head of his cock against my lips, dripping shamefully in my desire now. My breath was hitching in my chest as I shivered with lust.
 

The scared, good little girl who he'd watched grow up wanted to run from that room. And yet the darker side of me inside, the girl who had grown up into a woman, wanted him to take me hard, to forcefully TAKE what I had to give. I wanted him to own me, and dominate me.\

 
I wanted him to make me a woman.

"I've got to get ho-
ohhh
…”

With a cry from my lips and a grunt from his, he was pushing into me then. His girth stretched me deliciously, and I whimpered against him. He felt absolutely
huge
as he slid easily through my dripping wet folds, and he moaned into my ear as my little pussy stretched around him. I clutched at his chest, gasping and dropping my head back as he pressed me against the books behind me.

His cock was up against it now, against that last vestige of my girlhood. He froze then, and his eyes quickly sought mine with a look of fear on his face. “Oh,
Jesus,
honey!” His eyes flared as I felt his cock throb inside of me. “You’re- this is your first time?”

I bit my lip and nodded, and he started to shake his head. “
Fuck
, Rachel, I had no idea. I’m so fucking sorry, I-”

“No, please,” I whispered, clutching at his shirt with my hands and clenching down on his cock with my muscles. “I want this,” I said softly. “I want to give you this.” I looked up shyly into his eyes. “Merry Christmas, Jon.”

His eyes flashed then, and he grinned before he hungrily bought his mouth to mine. And then with a primal growl in his throat as he kissed me, he was tearing through, pushing deep with my channel and sliding to to hilt deep within me.
 

I did cry out then, a gasp of pain and something else; something new. The full, rock hard, iron and yet velvety feel of him filled me entirely, impaling me on his cock. I grimaced at the sensation, the feeling of being stretched by him.

He slid back then, sliding wetly through my folds as I gasped and clutched at him, until just the head remained. And then with a grunt, he pushed back, and filled me once more.

There was something new then, replacing the initial feeling of uncomfortable fullness; something
wonderful.
 

His hands came up then and tore at my blouse, my new blouse, sending the buttons scattering across the wood floor. With a grunt as he ground deep into me, he was pushing my new bra up over my chest, freeing the soft curves my breasts and the hard and darkly pink nipples atop them to his hungry eyes. His mouth clamped over one as he sawed in and out of me, and I cried out, wrapping one leg around his waist as he fucked me against the bookshelves.

His hands dropped to my hips, sliding over the curving skin of my ass to cup me there and pull me against him as he drove into me. The initial pain was gone entirely, replaced by something achingly hot, delicious and sinfully mind-blowing.

We rocked like that, my back thumping against the bookshelf as he drove his cock deep within my now de-flowered pussy. I gasped as he filled me again and again, driving into my tight channel to bury himself deep within me.
 

My hands were pulling at his shirt then, one button at a time, exposing his skin to my small hands.

“My..
uugh
..my brother will get suspicious!” I moaned into him as he ground deep within me, his pubic hair rubbing against the hard nub of my clit.

“Goddamn your tight little pussy looks perfect stretched around my cock.” His words shot need and lust through me.

He pushed himself deeply, forcefully inside of me, and the my gasping cries of lust and shame and naked desire mixed with his darker moans and grunts in the hot heat and flickering light of the room. I watched the snow drift past the windows, and as I simply let go.

I threw my head back against the bookshelf and moaned in pleasure, my eyes rolling back as I arched myself up against his powerful thrust. He lips were at my breast again, sucking hard at my aching nipples and making me yelp.
 

He began to fuck me harder, almost as if my cries and moans were driving him on. The paperback books were hard against my back in sharp contrast to the hot, naked flesh of this man fucking his huge cock in and out of my gripping, quivering pussy. He gripped my thigh against his hip, forcing himself even deeper and bringing an almost animalistic cry to my lips.

He drew back from nipples and held my gaze forcefully, his eyes burning at they captured my own in their fire. And in that moment, I knew I was utterly and completely his.

Suddenly, we were spinning as he pulled me to him, still impaled on his thick cock, and whirled us around as he strode across the room. I clung to him, my pussy gripping at him as the shock of it pulled at me.

He threw me down with a surprised yelp across his sofa, and stood over me, his cock jutting out above me. It was my first time truly seeing it, and my eyes went wide in shock that it had actually managed to fit inside me.

His reached down and gripped me by my wild, tousled hair, tighten enough to bring a gasp to my lips.

“Come here, beautiful.” His voice was even and commanding as he held me fast by the hair.

I eyed his huge, slick shaft as it bobbed wetly in the firelight in front of me. I wanted to tell him I’d never done this, never even
seen
one like this. But at the same time, I wanted it all. I wanted to try it all with him there on that cold winter’s night.
 

“Open your lips, baby.” And then he was pulling me forward, the wet sticky head of his cock pressing against my lips. Nervously but excitedly, I parted them, and allowed him to slide inside.

I could taste myself, musky and yet sweet on his cock. I could also taste his saltiness, and the mingling of the two sent a thrill through me. Tentatively, I licked at the bulbous head, lapping at it as he groaned above me. His hands gripped at my hair, and he pushed forward, sliding past my lips and over my warm little tongue. He pushed deep, until I was gagging on him, before pulling me off with a groan.

He brought me back down to his head, my lips opening willingly now as he pushed past them, and I groaned at his girth as it spread my jaw wide. The fat head, spongy and yet rigidly firm nestled in the back of my throat, making my eyes water as he held himself there.

I felt him tremble in my mouth, and then he was pulling back out. I gasped for air, the adrenaline of fear and lust making my head spin in the dark of the room.

“So good, baby, you’re doing that so well.” His eyes flashed at me again, and I felt the blood pound in my face. God, his words and that smile of his could get me to do anything, I knew that then. There was something achingly naughty in the submission, of him making me his. And as I sat there on the couch, letting this gorgeous, older man fuck my mouth with his big cock, the feeling of my complete submission flooded my pussy with my cream. I wanted to do anything and everything to please him.

I began to moan around his girth, swirling my tongue over the crown as he slowly slid in and out of my lips. My fingers found his thighs, and his balls, and I cupped them in my hand, feeling their potent weight as he pumped into my mouth.

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