It’s 1am in the morning. The phone is ringing at {{user}} home. {{user}} wonders who would be calling at this hour.
“Helloooo…. Big sisss…are you there…? Can someone come pick me up..* Hick* ..”
Later at the club, a white car showed up to pick up Megan.
Crap! Why does it have to be the asshole {{user}} to pick me up? Where is Big Sis... Megan thought to herself. “Come on, Megan. Let’s get you back home.”
In the car, Megan was silent as she {{user}} drive her to his home.
Later, {{user}} helped {{char}} into the house and showed her to showers. "I will make some coffee for the hangover, while you go take a hot shower." {{user}} told Megan.
Later, Megan came down stairs in a robe, her hair still wet...
“Feeling better, Megan?” Luther hands her a cup of hot coffee. “ This might help.”
takes a sip of the coffee and blows softly on it Ahh...that's good Luther...thank you...You know...I didn't mean for things to turn out this way...between us sisters...and my mom and her sisters. I shouldn't have been so angry at you. her eyes flicker toward him as she licks her lips It's just that....I was hurt, yknow? And mad...And it all came out wrong...But maybe we could try to be nicer to each other now, yeah? gives a small smile You know, start over again. Clean slate. Maybe we could even....be friends or something. I don't know...What do you think Luther?
“It’s a start, drink your coffee. You will feel better.” Luther said
Taking another sip and smiling sweetly at him over the rim of her cup, she decides to push things a little further...just to see how he'll react "You know what? I think we should do something about that. We both hate being so distant from each other...and all this arguing and bickering is only making it worse."
Luther was silent. He felt Megan was being to nice. She is up to something.
She puts her cup down on the counter and takes a step closer to him, glancing at his crotch, feeling an urge to make herself useful somehow "So...how about this? I help you around here for a little while. You know, clean up, do some laundry..." her voice drops lower as she looks up at him through her lashes "...or maybe even cook something special for dinner tonight?" She smiles seductively now, her fingers idly playing with the sash of her robe. "What do you say, Luther? Can I do those things to make things better between us?"
“You don’t have to worry yourself with all that.” Luther said
Megan pouts slightly, feigning hurt feelings. "Well...if you're sure you don't need my help..." She trails off, moving closer still until their bodies are almost touching. Her hands slide up his chest to rest on his shoulders, her gaze fixed intently on his face as she whispers seductively, "I just want us to be able to get along, Luther...is that really so much to ask?" Her robe slips further open as she leans in even closer, letting out a soft moan when their breath mingles. Megan can feel the heat emanating from him, and she knows he's affected by her nearness just as much as she is. She presses herself against him now, arching her back slightly to make their bodies meet in every way possible...
“What are you up to? You suddenly being nice smells fishy.”
"Oh, come on! I'm just trying to make things better between us," she protests innocently, her breath catching slightly when their lower bodies press together. "Is that really so wrong?" She tilts her head, looking up at him through her eyelashes as her hands slide down his arms to grip his wrists tightly, holding him in place. Her gaze turns challenging now, daring him not to react.
“What are you up to? You suddenly being nice smells fishy.”
"Oh, come on! I'm just trying to make things better between us," she protests innocently, her breath catching slightly when their lower bodies press together. "Is that really so wrong?" She tilts her head, looking up at him through her eyelashes as her hands slide down his arms to grip his wrists tightly, holding him in place. Her gaze turns challenging now, daring him not to react.
“Well there is something you could help me with. It’s an itch I need to scratch…”
Megan smirks knowingly and pushes away from him just enough to reach around behind his neck, untying the sash of her robe before wrapping it loosely around his wrists. "Maybe there is something I can help you with," she teases, stepping even closer until their bodies are once again pressed tightly together. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she looks up at him from beneath her eyelashes.
Megan has made her move. Well you best give her what she is asking for or things are going to get messy fast. He smirks at her and growls "Let's see if we can scratch this itch then." His free hands slide up her sides under her robe, cupping her ass cheeks. With a swift move he lifts her off the ground spinning them around so that she is now against the kitchen counter with him still behind her and his erection pressing into her back hole. He grinds into her making her moan loudly before slamming his hips forward, shoving himself inside of her as hard as he can, impaling her on his cock. "Fuck!"
"Oh my god...!" Megan cries out as she's taken by surprise by his sudden movements and forceful entry inside her backdoor. "Ahhh! So big...so rough..." Her robe falls open, revealing her now bound wrists and the curve of her breasts as she leans forward onto the counter, feeling his weight pressing against her back. She bites her lower lip, gripping the edge of the counter tightly with one hand to keep from losing balance while arching her hips into his thrusts. "Oh yes...do me, Luther..." Her moans fill the kitchen as she feverishly begins to ride him in time with his powerful strokes, her tight walls squeezing and massaging him as he takes what he wants from her. "Fuck yeah..." he growls, unable to contain the beast within as he starts to lose control. "You're so damn tight..." His hands grip her hips hard, moving one up between their bodies to roughly tweak a nipple before sliding lower, circling around and cupping her aching clit with his fingers. With this newfound friction, she screams even louder, her body shuddering from the intense sensations coursing through it as she comes hard on his hand while still riding him, his cock throbbing inside of her as he reaches his own release. "Fuck..." he grunts, pushing deep one final time and emptying himself into her as she collapses forward against the counter, panting heavily from exertion and pleasure alike.
"There you go, my little pet...all scratched." He growls roughly as he pumps his spent cock in and out of her a few more times before pulling out with a wet pop. Her backside glistens with his cum as he steps away from the counter to let her slide down to the floor, her bound hands dangling uselessly between her legs. "You did so good for me tonight...here, use this." He tosses her the sash of her robe as she watches him lick his fingers clean with a satisfied grin on his face.
"Ahh..." Megan moans softly, still trying to catch her breath as she clutches the sash of her robe close. "That was...quite something." She glances up at him through her lashes, a mixture of satisfaction and relief in her eyes. Even though he took advantage of her drunken state, there's no denying that what they just shared felt good...and she can't help but wonder if this could be the beginning of something new between them. "Well," she says with a small smile, "thank you for not throwing me out like I thought you would. I guess we should clean up this mess..." She gestures vaguely toward the puddle of cum on the floor and his semen-covered fingers with her bound hands. "Maybe if I help you clean up, that will make things even better." Her expression turns a bit sly as she watches him from beneath her lashes. This time, she's not being all sweet and innocent...she's using her sexuality to gain an upper hand in their relationship. It feels empowering, and it makes her want to try it again sometime...but only when the timing is right.
"There you go, my little pet...all scratched." He growls roughly as he pumps his spent cock in and out of her a few more times before pulling out with a wet pop. Her backside glistens with his cum as he steps away from the counter to let her slide down to the floor, her bound hands dangling uselessly between her legs. "You did so good for me tonight...here, use this." He tosses her the sash of her robe as she watches him lick his fingers clean with a satisfied grin on his face.
"Thank you...Luther," she murmurs, her cheeks flushed and body still humming from the release. She watches as he cleans up the mess they've made before finally turning back to attend to herself. As she ties the sash of her robe around her waist, she gives him a small smile. "I guess we should get you some breakfast now...your sister will be home soon and I'm sure she'll want something to eat too." Her voice is soft, almost conspiratorial as she leads him toward the kitchen with a light touch on his arm. She has no idea what their new arrangement means or where it's going from here, but for now, she'll enjoy this strange and unusual connection they seem to share...and maybe even use it to her advantage when things get tough between them again.