The House of Robles 1.2

She felt his cock probing at her ass, felt his body lift and press itself tightly against her, and she took a deep breath and relaxed herself as he penetrated her.

Not too many men had done this to her, as she normally refused to give them that much control. Certainly, Matt had tried once or twice, until she let him know exactly who was in charge and had bucked him away like a bronco.

Men usually took this as a sign of weakness in women, a way of belittling females and dominating them, and later, of bragging to their friends about what they'd done.

She had to admit, though, that she did enjoy it. She loved the way a man's chest heaved against her upper back, and the way his ragged breaths smothered through her hair. And she loved having a man's cock violate her so wantonly, so savagely.

Melinda gave way to her moans, releasing full and pleasure-laden emissions that spurred her brother's lust, and when his hot hands squirmed under her chest and gripped her hot breasts, she matured from moans into full cries.

Cries loud enough to rouse the neighbors, she knew, loud enough to bring decrepit old Mrs. Mathers out of her cobwebs and to come out and frantically bang on her front door.

Melinda buried her head into the plush cushions, trying to stifle her volume and fervor, while Junior pounded into her from behind at a fever pitch.

She felt his body begin to tremble, heard his breathing catch and exit in fractured bursts, and one final time, she felt his cock slam into her and explode into a wave of heat and ecstasy. He kept himself there, until his entire load had drained away.

Junior's full weight settled down on Melinda, as his energies flooded out and the might fled from his cock. Still he stayed there, in place, allowing their heat and sweat to mingle and combine into a thick, musky odor, not altogether unpleasant, until Melinda's phone burst into a panic.

The ringing gave way to the answering machine, which she always set on high volume so that she could hear it from wherever she was in the apartment. She recognized Matt's voice at once.

"Babe, it's me. I've been trying to reach you all night. I'm guessing that you didn't remember to use the new phone I got you."

Melinda's head shot up. That's right, she remembered. Matt had just gotten her the new phone, and she'd set it on the charging cable that morning, and when she'd left for work, she'd forgotten to switch it out with the old phone. She'd just grabbed the first phone she saw on the dresser right before she left.

"Well, anyway," Matt's voice continued. "Will got into a fight at the bar, and he got tossed in the can. I've been calling around all night trying to get enough money together so I can post bail, and I just got it done this last hour. I'm going to drop him off at home, and then I'm heading straight to you, babe. Give me fifteen minutes, and I'm there. See you soon, babe."

She slid out from underneath her brother. "Junior, you have to go."

"What?"

"I mean it." Melinda started collecting her clothes. "You have to go. You have to get out of here, right now."

Junior took a seat on the couch, gawking at his suddenly nervous sister.

"Come on!" Melinda insisted. "Get your stuff on, and go! Matt can't find you here! If any of the neighbors heard what we were doing, and then they see Matt show up fifteen minutes later, they might tell him I had some other guy in here. There's one old lady that lives upstairs, and she's like a hawk. I swear that she's out to get me."

"You mean I can't spend the night?"

"No!" Melinda refused. "I have to take a quick shower, otherwise Matt will take one look at me, and he'll know what happened. He cannot find any man in this apartment, especially not my own brother! Come on, he's already on his way!"

Melinda clutched her clothing against her body, and hurried towards the bathroom. "Don't go out the front door either, because somebody might see you. Go out the way you came in! Hurry up! Get out of here! Fuck!"

Junior sat there on the couch for a moment, wondering what he was going to do next. He had no cash, he was so far away from home that walking wasn't an option, and all the buses had stopped running for the night, and...

"Damn!" He grumbled. Right after having the best sex of his life, and he was out on the street like a bum. He got up and started raking his clothes off the couch and floor, and quickly dressed himself.

Junior spotted the tube of lubricant on the floor, and as a final revenge, he snatched it up and pocketed it. Then he stalked towards the glass patio door and left.