The Unknown

Ch. 14 - Spontaneity

Choso quickly saw your eyes dart away from his crotch as he realized he exposed just a bit too much of himself. Your face was beat red and your lips tightly flattened against one another. He took a bit too much pride in that.
Noticing your expression, he began to fully expose himself as he continued "cleaning" up his mess. You gasped and then choked on your own spit as he began stroking himself teasingly with the paper towel, clearly pretending to clean. It didn't help that he was fully erect at that point either.

"Choso..." you put a hand up toward your eye to shield your vision, pretending as if you didn't just see his veiny shaft spring to life from the waistband of his boxers.
You didn't see it, but he smirked. 

"What's the matter? You've seen me before," his tone was teasing. He had tossed the paper towel into the nearby waste bin and started coming closer to you.

"You're my brother, and we both agreed not to do anything else anymore," you closed your eyes and made an "X" with your arms before crossing them against your chest.

"What's one more time?" He was suddenly whispering into your ear, body incredibly close to yours. You could feel his heat radiating onto your skin. 

Remaining quiet and body stiffened, he moved himself closer to you - hiking you up onto the marble countertop and standing between your legs. You kept your eyes squeezed shut as he did this, mind racing between thoughts of desire and thoughts of doing what was right. 

"I..." you started whispering, "don't think I can perform the way you want me to in a bathroom." 

"Oh?" He leaned toward your neck and began planting tiny kisses along your flesh. "Who says you have to perform?" He asked, coming back up to your ear - taking a gentle suck upon the lobe and trailing his tongue up the cartilage. You shivered, hair standing on end to his intimate touch.

"I thought you preferred to be...submissive," you nervously asked, swallowing hard. He chuckled lowly in your ear as he ran his hands down your upper arms until he landed at your waist. His hands continued moving until they met your dress at your thighs. 

"I don't have to be," he pulled his head away from your ear and pressed his forehead against yours, eyes meeting. As he did so, his hands on your legs began pushing the fabric of your dress until your underwear was exposed. "I can fuck you...just like this."
Just as he finished the sentence, his nose glided past yours and connected your lips. His tongue was quick to join and your shocked expression as you took him on made it easy for him to slip past your teeth. 

It was as if a giant wave of relief swept over you as you tasted his saliva mingling with yours. His grip on your thighs moved to your waist again, slowly edging you closer to the ledge of the surface you sat on. 
You grew impatient with how long it was taking him, now fully decided upon fucking him right there in the restroom. Your legs came up and wrapped around his waist which forced his length against the dampened part of your panties. 

He took that as a clear signal and, while still attached to your lips, used one of his hands to position himself at your entrance.
When positioned correctly, he quickly pulled your panties to the side and forced himself into you. With no time for foreplay, he went in dry - a bit of pain tearing through your center. As he did so, his large hand clamped over your mouth to keep the scream from sneaking past your lips.
He reacted to your wince with a brief, sympathetic look. But he also couldn't help his attraction to the pained expression on your face. He slowly pulled himself from you and slammed in again at full force. Any noise you made was still being stifled behind his grasp. His grip on your waist with his other hand tightened as he repeated it once more - each time becoming easier as your body slowly adjusted. 
You gripped the edge of the counter harshly as he continued thrusting forward. Your head fell back against the glass of the mirror. He held his breath to keep in his own groans. Your abdomen raged with the feeling that he pounded into you, the fire building into something uncontrollable as your legs tightened around his waist.