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She was creating quite a stir. She always did. Amongst the endless sea of blonde, half-naked college lovelies gyrating to
the pounding hip-hop with her, she simply stood out. It wasn’t that she was tall, with full breasts and slim hips. It wasn’t
even her long, wavy black hair, or the way her legs seemed to end somewhere in the vicinity of her throat. It was far less
tangible than that. Perhaps it was the way she danced; uninhibited, pornographic, alone. No matter how many bodies
were pressed against her, she always seemed to be dancing alone.

Men inevitably wanted to be a part of the erotic world she inhabited when she danced, and that was okay. It was nice to
feel strong hands wrap around her waist, firm pricks nestle into her ass; comforting, almost, in the hot, womb-like
atmosphere of the club, to have a sweaty male body pressed tight against her. To have slick lips travel up her throat while
fumbling hands traveled lower. Testing, always testing, the line between what she would allow, and what would ultimately
make her push them away.

Katrina loved the game. Loved the power she wielded while playing it.

So, when yet another bold fellow came behind her to grind his cock into the ass of her faded hip-huggers she didn’t
stiffen in shock or pull away. Granted, they usually presented themselves to her face first, but fuck it. This boy could move.
He had no problem keeping up with the wicked swings of her hips; following her effortlessly down to the floor and back
up in sexy, ultra-controlled movements. When his mouth settled on the curve of her shoulder she raised her arms to lift
her tangled mane of raven curls away, granting him better access. His tongue traced up the column of her throat and he
paused to bite at the pulse point. Kat moaned and rocked back harder against him. God, she so appreciated it when a
guy knew how to use his teeth. Hot air washed her ear - her mystery man’s breath quickening at the increased friction.
Hands slipped over her taut belly and then underneath the shimmering, stomach-baring tank top she was hardly
wearing. Thumbs caressed the curve of her full, braless breasts. He was close to being shut down - very close. This
was more than she usually allowed. But first…

Katrina dropped her head back against his shoulder and, with tightly shut eyes, offered her kewpie doll lips up for a kiss.
If he was a dog, she didn’t want to know it just yet.

It wasn’t an offer he about to refuse. His hands stopped teasing the underside of her tits to cup her jaw as his full lips
pressed against her own. Strong teeth nipped, and when she gasped at the small pain his tongue darted forward, filling
her mouth in one quick, hard plunge. Kat met his aggressiveness with equal vehemence. He was good, very good, but
then…so was she. One of her hands came to rest on the back of his head, twining through silky curls very much like her
own. Her other hand slipped behind her, between their melded bodies, to squeeze the impressive bulge he’d been
rubbing against her.

“Fuck, Kitty-Kat,” he groaned.

Katrina’s eyes snapped open. Kitty-Kat? Not many people knew her family nick-name. In the shifting light of the frenetic
spots, and being less than an inch apart, she couldn’t make out his face. When she tried to step away his hand
tightened on her neck and his tongue filled her mouth once more. She held herself stiff for a second, running through the
possibilities in her mind. Tall, dark hair, fabulous kisser…mmmm, really fabulous. Oh, hell with it, I don’t care who he is,
as long as he doesn’t stop doing that thing with his tongue...

His fingers were on her breasts again, over the shirt this time, and he was pinching her nipples. They stood up rigidly
swollen from the rough treatment. Not fucking allowed, she thought while, at the same time, arching into his hands. No,
definitely not allowed. But shit, it felt so great. She squeezed his prick again and then started to fumble with the tab-top of
his jeans. It was an almost impossible maneuver in the cramped space between her back and his front. He moved to
help, though, and in only moments her hand was tucked inside his pants, pressed tight against what felt like about eight
inches of thick, hard cock.

Kat slid her mouth away. “Baby, let’s get out of here.”

She tried again to gain enough distance to see his face. He was having none of it. “Soon, Kat…” he breathed, moving his
mouth to her ear and slithering his tongue inside.

“Who are you?”

“Someone who’s wanted you for a very long time.”

He stroked his way down her torso and cupped her pubic mound through the thin denim of her jeans, pressing his index
finger against the seam resting on her clit. Kat moaned and twitched her hips forward, rubbing wantonly against his
palm.

“Oh, God,” he groaned, turning her quickly in his arms and burying one hand in her hair to wrench her head back. He
trailed stinging bites down her neck to her tits. Once there, he took one of her sharp little nipples between his teeth,
rolling it against his canines while he expertly undid the button of her jeans. He pulled down the zip and slipped inside,
his ring finger delving between the folds of her cunt. She was very wet.

His chuckle was the epitome of masculine arrogance. “For me, Kitty-Kat?” he asked, swishing his finger through the
abundant lubricant before moving up a little to circle the sensitive knot of nerves he’d raised. One of her legs lifted, quite
of its own accord, to wrap around his slim waist.

It was the laugh that did it. That snarky, irritating laugh. ‘Kitty-Kat brat’ is what he’d used to call her. His fingers on her
pussy felt like magic. She was so goddamn close. Even knowing who he was she couldn’t make herself pull away at
this stage. She did, however, stop groping his cock.

“Trev? Trevor?” Her voice trembled, the reason two-fold. It trembled because she was hovering on the brink of a mindblowing climax, and because she knew she was right. It was him - impossible though it seemed. Christ, hadn’t he
moved to L.A. with his Mom three years ago? But, even after not having seen him for so long, the sound of that cocky
laughter was unmistakable.

Trevor let her head come forward until she was looking into his eyes; his dark, smoky-grey eyes. Eyes the exact same
shade as her own - the same shade as their Dad’s.

She stared at him, mouth agape. It was her baby brother - half-brother. He smirked back and thrust his hand further into
her pants, pushing two fingers deep inside her slick hole and mashing the heel of his palm against her clit.

“Come for me, sis.” He leaned in again to lick at her puffy, bow lips - strikingly similar to his own. “I’ve always wanted to
see you come.”

“Ahhh, fuck… Trev…” she cried, tossing her head back and rocking helplessly into his touch.

His breath hissed through his teeth as his older sister’s cunt spasmed, bathing him in her heavy juices. He was
dangerously close to creaming his own jeans. She was so fucking sexy, even hotter than he’d imagined she would be.
And he’d spent a lot of time imagining this.

When she stopped vibrating he pulled his hand out and deftly did her up while steadying her limp body against his. He
tucked himself back in next, but not before giving into temptation and stroking his prick once with the hand slick with
Kat’s come. Amistake. With strength of will he hadn’t realized he’d possessed he prevented himself from spurting.
Barely.

Reason was starting to return to Kat’s face. She looked horrified, glancing around wildly as if escape was the only thing
on her mind. That wouldn’t do. Without stopping to think about it, Trevor stooped and tossed his sister over his shoulder
in a fireman’s carry. The attention that their sexual exploration hadn’t managed to attract - such scenes were a dime a
dozen on any given Saturday night - his macho display did. People were pointing and laughing as they moved out of the
he-man’s path.

Katrina’s face flamed. She was appalled at the taboo she’d just broken, but she was even more appalled at the
exhibition her brother was putting on. This was just so typical of him - never a thought for anyone but himself. She knew
these people, damnit. This was her favorite club. Now she’d never be able to show her face here again. “For fuck’s sake,
Trevor,” she growled, trying to twist out of his grasp. “Put me down.”

He ignored her, threading his way to the door. When he finally gained the street he quickly flagged a cab and dumped her
inside it. “The Hilton on Ninety-Fifth and Kent,” he instructed the driver.

His sister was furious. “I can’t believe you just did that,” she hissed. “Are you fucking crazy?” I’m not going anywhere with
you!” She smacked the cabbie on the shoulder. “Forget the Hilton. Take me to One-Hundred-Seventh Ave. and ThirtySecond Street.”

Trevor dug his wallet out of his back pocket and tossed a hundred onto the front seat. “The Hilton.”

The cabbie nodded and kept driving.

Kat was momentarily rendered speechless with rage. Her teeth gnashed at him, but no words made it out. He relaxed against the cracked leather seat and admired her. Anger had made her large eyes positively glitter, and had brought a
hectic flush to her normally pale cheeks. But maybe not only anger, he thought smugly. Maybe she always looks like that
after a great orgasm.

Trevor brought his hand up to his nose and sniffed it. His cock jumped in the tight confines of his jeans at the musky,
sea-salt smell. With a groan he slid his finger into his mouth, greedily tonguing the residue of his sister’s come.

“St…stop that!” She slapped at his arm.

He smiled and scooted closer to her, curling his other hand around the back of her neck and placing his wet fingers
against her mouth. “Then do it for me,” he purred, stroking her bottom lip.

Katrina glared at him. “No! Cut it out. Why are you doing this? What are you doing here? And how did you get in the club
anyway? What are you now, eighteen?”

“Nineteen.”

She pushed at his chest, attempting to move him back. He didn’t budge.

Nineteen - all grown up now. Gone was the gangly, sullen c***d she remembered. In his place sat a beautiful, slimly
muscular young man. And he was beautiful. For the very first time Katrina got an inkling of what it was that made men act
like complete morons around her. Many of her own features graced his handsome face. The effect was devastating,
enough to make a girl forget all the rules. Fine black brows arched over large, thunder-cloud grey eyes. Trev’s
cheekbones were a little higher than hers and, in the sporadic sweep of the yellow streetlights, his cheeks looked
hollowed beneath them. His deliciously full lips were curved up in a self-satisfied smile. It was only when his hands
came up to capture hers that she realized why he was grinning like that. As she’d been studying him her palms had
stayed pressed into his pecs. But rather than pushing they were kneading; flexing sensuously against the firm, toned
slabs.

“I’m nineteen, Kat. Four years doesn’t seem like so much of an age difference now, does it?” Trevor held her hands
tighter when she automatically went to withdraw them. “I used fake I.D to get into the club,” he flashed another grin, “an
idea I picked up from you by the way, and I’m here because I wanted to see you.” He lifted her fingers up to his mouth
and tickled between the creases with his tongue. “I had to see you.”

Kat’s breath hitched in her throat. Damn he was sexy. “Why?” she asked in a hoarse voice. “Why did you? Why now?”

He sighed and pushed his head between her hands, stroking himself on them like a cat. Her fingers raked his thick
curls, searching for the warmth of his scalp beneath them. She couldn’t seem to stop herself. It would help if I was
sober, and he was less attractive, she thought.

“Because I wanted to. Because I could. Because I saw you…” He groaned and leaned towards her, burying his face in
the crook of her neck. “I saw you on that show during your spring break. Oh, man. I thought I was over you, sis. I thought it
was just a c***dhood crush…” He lifted his head to look at her with haunted eyes. “I was so wrong. My heart just about
stopped when I saw you on the screen.”

Katrina's smile was weak. “Trev, you’re my k*d brother and-”

He slid his hands down to her hips and tugged her into his lap, straddling his thighs. “Kitty-Kat, no one knows I’m here.
No one ever has to know.” He lifted one hand and ran his fingers over her cheek and around to her nape. “It’ll be our
secret,” Trevor whispered, angling his head to stab his tongue between her lips.

Oh, Jesus, don’t kiss me!

But he did, and it was just as good as the first time. Where had he learned to kiss like this?

She wriggled against the hardness caught between her legs. Trevor grunted in pleasure, shifting her a bit to rock more
fully against her crotch, mimicking the act he’d been dreaming about for almost six years.

“The Hilton,” came the cabbie’s dry voice from the front seat. “Not that I’m eager to end the show, mind.”

Trevor threw open the door and somehow managed to get out with his sister’s legs still firmly wrapped around him. The
doorman’s mouth fell open at the sight of them panting and grinding on his front step.

“Ahem,” the perturbed man coughed.

Trevor reluctantly let her slide down his body. Kat seemed to be more prone to negative thoughts when his lips weren’t
directly attached to hers.

Sure enough -

“Trev, we can’t...”

Fuck this. There’s no way you’re backing out now, Kitty-Kat.

With an unapologetic glare at the older, red-suited doorman, he swung Katrina up in his arms and put his mouth back
where it belonged, snuggly on top of hers. Trevor navigated the marble stairs using peripheral vision alone. Thank God
he was on the first floor. When they got to his room, after having garnered quite a few stares and remarks, he dropped
his arm out from under her legs and scrabbled in his back pocket for the key card.

“Trevor, please…” Katrina moaned, trying to gain an ounce of sanity and put a halt to this before things got completely out
of control.

He manhandled her inside and shut the door with her body. His hand slapped at the light switch beside her. Asingle
lamp turned on somewhere in the room behind them. “Kat,” he panted, grabbing the flimsy, silver satin of her top and
tearing it off. “God, Kat, want you…need you…” He dipped his head to suck one hard little nipple into his mouth. His
fingers worked frantically at the buttons of his shirt before, with a muffled curse, he just ripped it off, too.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve got to stop.” Kat’s hands seemed to deny her words as she pulled his head tighter against her.

“No way,” he growled, crouching slightly to grasp her ass and lift her legs around him once more.

He backed up the ten steps or so to the king sized bed, not really having any idea where he was in relation to it until his
knees hit the edge and he sat down... Hard. He avoided taking her nipple off but still managed to deliver a nasty bite.
Katrina yelped in pain. Her hands tangled in his hair and she bit his throat just as hard as he’d inadvertently bitten her.

“You like to bite, baby brother?”

Trevor shuddered, squeezing her ass and pumping up against the heat of her body. “Anything, Kat, anything you want to
do.”

“Hmmm,” she murmured, pushing him back to lay flat on the mattress. Her mouth moved lower to nibble on his collar
bone. “Our secret?”

He smelled so good. Musk, and sweat, and spicy after shave. When she reached one tiny brown nipple she sank her
teeth into the skin just to the right of it. Trevor whimpered and twisted his torso the little bit needed to put her mouth
where he wanted. She smiled against his skin and gave the pebbled nub one quick, unsatisfying lick before biting to the
left.

“Yesss! Our secret. Kat, please.”

With a chuckle she relented and took him into her mouth, holding the rubber-hard tip between her front teeth and rapidly
flicking her tongue. Her hands skimmed down his waist to work free the button of his jeans.

“Oh, fuck…wait,” he groaned, when his cock was bared to the cool, air-conditioned air. Katrina knelt up and looked at him
questioningly.

That didn’t help.

Trevor stared at her in worshipful lust. His sister was a goddess in the muted, golden glow of the bedside lamp. Her hair
was a black, tousled mess of curls, her eyes heavy lidded, her mouth swollen from his kisses. His gaze dropped lower
to the creamy expanse of her shoulders and the perfect full orbs of her breasts, tipped with unnaturally dark, reddish
brown nipples. He swallowed and made a grab at the crotch of his jeans, grasping and tugging his balls away from
where they were trying to tuck up inside his body. Asilky drop of pre-come oozed from the slit of his cockhead.

Katrina’s eyes tracked the droplet and she raised her gaze to smirk at him knowingly. “On a hair trigger, baby?”

Trevor squeezed his sac harder. “It’s just…I’ve wanted …so long,” he moaned,semi-coherently.

Katrina’s eyes softened and she climbed off him to stand and kick off her sandals. Then she shimmied out of the denim.
Her white lace thong she left on, for now. The dark, minimal curls left by her Brazilian wax showed clearly through the
translucent material.

Trevor had raised himself up on one elbow to watch her strip. He was panting.

Kat finished with her own clothes and set to work on his. Sneakers and socks hit the floor, and then she was pulling off
his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so each downward tug bared more of his groin to her interested gaze.
Saliva flooded her mouth as her brother’s gorgeous cock was revealed. Alarge pink helmet, glossy with pre-come,
flared dramatically from a smooth, long brown shaft. Katrina licked her lips.

“Oh, man,” Trevor half-laughed, half-gasped. “If you keep looking at me like that I’m gonna shoot for sure.”

“Hang on, baby,” she answered with a throaty chuckle. “Just maintain for a sec.” Rushing into the suite’s bathroom
Katrina dumped the basket of complimentary products and snatched up a bottle of bath oil with something approaching
glee. She twisted off the cap and poured a generous dollop into her palm, smearing it over her tits and stomach. She
brought the half-empty container back into the bedroom.

Trevor was as she had left him. His eyes were shut, though, and his breathing had evened out somewhat. That changed
when she nudged his legs apart and swayed her way up between them. Katrina smiled and emptied the rest of the oil
over his stomach and cock. “We can’t have the threat of your spontaneous combustion hanging over us all night, Trev.”
She smoothed the vanilla scented mess into the tense muscles of his abs and then skimmed her hand over his
erection.

He held on by the skin off his teeth.

Katrina lifted her bottom high in the air and lowered her torso until her mouth hovered over his prick. She planted a quick
kiss on the end and then hunched her shoulders, creating a hollow between her tits. With a sinuous undulation she
rocked forward, stroking him between the deep cleft.

“Kat…”

“It’s alright, baby.” She moved one hand between his legs and tickled his anus. Trevor’s breath left him in a giant woosh
of air. His hips lifted in unmistakable need.

“But, no…I want…”

“Shhh, you’ll get it.” Katrina quickened her pace, fucking him with long, deep strokes of her tits. One slim finger crept
inside his tight, little asshole. “But right now I want to see you come, baby brother.”

“Oh, God,” he cried, crushing the bedspread in his fists. His sister’s neck and chin were soon covered in thick, ropy
blasts of jism.

With a pleased smile Kat sat up. “There,” she said smugly, palming as much spunk as she could off of her body and
wiping it on the comforter. “Threat averted.”

Trevor looked up at her with heavy lidded eyes, his chest still heaving. “I’m not so sure about that, Kat,” he replied,
grasping his still firm cock. His other hand reached for her, pulling her down across his body. “But I’ll do my best not to
disappoint you, sweetheart.”

She grinned. “You’d better not, bro. I’m already going to regret this in the morning. If the sex is shitty I’ll be fucking
inconsolable.”

He laughed and rolled her underneath him. “Well, then…since I fully intend this to be an ongoing affair I’ll work very hard
at not being a crummy lay.”

Some of the humor left her eyes. “One night, Trev. That’s all you get.”

He stretched past her, digging into the night-table drawer. As Katrina turned her head to see what he was after Trevor
lifted her arms above her head and snapped one of her wrists into the metal cuffs. The chain went through the slatted
wood of the headboard and then he was reaching for her other hand.

“Hey, no,” she protested, trying to pull her arm away. “I’m not into this.”

That arrogant grin was back. “You will be, Kitty-Kat.”

He rose to his knees to admire his handiwork. She looked gorgeous, laid out like a dark sacrifice. Trevor moved between
her legs and slowly rolled down the sheer white thong. His mouth went dry with longing. Her cunt was so slick that it
sparkled in the dim light. Wispy black curls topped plump, perfectly smooth lips. The smell was intense, a pungent,
sexual perfume that made him want to howl in primitive response. He tossed the undergarment away and pushed her
knees all the way to the side, spreading her wide. The unsheathed pebble of her clit, large and crimson with blood,
visibly throbbed. Her hole was already clenching in anticipation, just begging to be filled. His cock lurched. It was all he
could do not to just drive into her and feel that clenching firsthand. He groaned and tore his eyes away, raising them to
hers.

“As to the one night thing,” he said in a deep, husky voice. “Let’s discuss that later, okay?”

She had watched him as he was watching her. Had seen his pupils expand impossibly wide with desire. And there was
no denying she wanted him just as much. The helpless lust written on his face was such a turn on. It was amazing to be
wanted so badly. He was right, they could discuss later. “Are you going to talk all night? ‘Cause I’m not really into that
either.”

Trevor’s eyes narrowed and he lowered himself to his elbows, still holding her knees apart. He sank his teeth into her
inner thigh in response to the impertinent question. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to show his
displeasure. Instead of the squeal of outrage he’d expected Katrina groaned long and low. Her hips rolled. He groaned
with her, she sounded so damned sexy, and moved his mouth higher to do it again. When one leg was uniformly red
from his gnawing he switched to the other.

“Trev,” she gasped. “Put your fucking mouth on my clit already.”

He ignored her at first, content to continue what he was doing. He’d never met anyone who responded so strongly to the
feel of teeth against their skin. It was unbelievable. He just wanted to eat her up. Eventually he relented and began to
work his way closer to her sopping cunt.

Katrina almost jumped right off of the bed when she felt his tongue snake inside her, lapping up the copious juices
she’d been leaking. The only thing that prevented it was the damned handcuffs. Well, those and his hands wrapped
firmly around her knees, holding her spread-eagle. She’d never been restrained before, and it was far more of a torture
than she’d ever imagined. What Kat really wanted to do was tangle her hands in his hair and crush his head between
her thighs, holding him hostage to the amazing climax she’d been hovering at the threshold of for the past five minutes.
Those love bites had been perfect - not too hard, and definitely not too soft. Now though, he was being too gentle, just
flicking at her with his tongue. What she wanted was much more direct.

“Harder, baby,” she ordered, trying her damndest to push her pussy into his mouth.

Trevor let go of her knee and slid three fingers inside her, pumping them slowly. His tongue remained soft against her.

Katrina nearly wept with frustration. “Trevor, please!”

He chuckled and raised his head. “Say it again.”

His sister raised her head as well, to glare down the length of her body. “Harder!”

“Tsk, Tsk.” He grinned. His thumb started stroking her clit; but with the same light, inadequate pressure that his tongue
had. “Not that, Kitty-Kat. Say please again.” He applied a tad more pressure.

Kat bit her lip against giving in. The smug bastard! Her pussy tightened hungrily around his fingers and he instantly
eased off. Fuck. “Please!” she hissed. “Please, you little shit, make me come.”

He arched a brow at her in amusement. “We’ll have to work on your begging skills, sis. That was pretty lame.”

She was just opening her lips to give him a serious verbal smackdown when he once again lowered his mouth to her
sex. Her mouth remained open on a drawn out groan. Christ he was good at this.

Trevor twisted his wrist, curling his fingers up to rub against her G-spot. His tongue thrummed an insistent tattoo on her
clit.

“Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck,” she gasped. Katrina’s back and neck arched high off the mattress. “Trevor!” she cried, her body
thrashing as wave after wave of searing pleasure crashed over her.

He didn’t make the all too common mistake of pulling away after the initial quakes of her climax had left her a limp,
quivering wreck. Instead, he gentled his mouth and lightly laved the hypersensitive bud. Asecond orgasm was soonmilked from her.

His sister was moaning continuously; a sweet, sexy sound that was driving Trevor crazy. He pressed one final kiss to her
beautifully swollen pussy and then crawled up between her legs. “What, no smart-ass remarks on my technique? No
bitching at all?” he asked, with a self-satisfied smirk.

She was lying with her eyes closed, a relaxed smile gracing her lips. Her face and throat were flushed a uniform pink.
She looked deliciously, sinfully satisfied. Kat opened her eyes lazily to regard her smug little brother.

“Shut up,” she purred. “Don’t go fishing for compliments.”

He pouted down at her but his eyes were twinkling. “Alittle encouragement never hurt anyone, sis,” he admonished,
brushing a sweat damp curl off of her forehead.

Katrina spread her legs wider apart and rocked against him. The crown of his cock slipped along her cunt and briefly
pressed inside before her hips retreated.

Trevor’s lashes fluttered closed. “Mmmm.”

“How’s this for encouragement,” she whispered, raising her head to nip at his earlobe. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I think
I might just have to kill you.”

Her brother sucked in an excited breath at her words and turned his head to capture her lips. Kat kissed him back
enthusiastically and again glided her sex along the pulsating length of his prick. With an anguished groan he ripped his
mouth away and lunged towards the side of the bed. After a few frantic seconds of fumbling in the night table drawer he
gave a triumphant bark, holding the foil packet aloft as if it were the grandest treasure in the world.

Katrina threw back her head and laughed. Yeah, he could be an annoying brat sometimes but she’d forgotten that he
could also be incredibly cute. She stopped laughing when she felt him grip her knees and lever them up towards her
shoulders. The condom he’d been so proud of finding was a bright, lime green; which should have looked silly
sheathing his long, gorgeous shaft...but somehow didn’t.

Trevor held himself poised just above her and waited until her eyes had traveled back up the space between their bodies
to lock with his before pushing into her in a single, heart stopping stroke.

They both moaned at the incredible feeling.

“Kat,” he gasped, holding himself rigidly still. Katrina felt his cock juddering deep inside her. Her womb rippled in
response and he gasped again at the fluttering of her pussy around him.

“Hard, b**y-brother, fuck me hard.”

Trevor growled, the sound seemingly torn from his throat, and began to piston his hips. His cock slammed into his
sister’s hot, wet cunt.

Katrina was being bent in half by his weight. His thrusts were brutal, wonderful, driving her violently into the bed again
and again. “Yeah,” she groaned. “Yeah, baby. Harder. Faster.” Her entire body tensed in preparation. This was exactly the
way she liked it - savage. She was going to come so fucking hard.

“Can’t…” he grunted. Trevor released Kat’s legs. His hands tangled in her hair and he tugged her head back, taking his
teeth to her throat. “I can’t last… sweetheart…” he ground out between bites, “…sorry.”

Kat’s fingers were white knuckled on the bed slats. Once again her body began to quiver. “S’okay,’ she moaned. “Bite
me, Trev. Fuck me! God, it’s so good. You’re so fucking good!”

He complied, biting deep into her collar bone, deep enough to taste blood. His sister was straining beneath him,
bucking up eagerly to meet his thrusts. Her pussy was molten. His cock was being squeezed by orgasmic contractions
so violent that they almost hurt. Trevor exploded. His release was accompanied by a guttural scream of ecstasy.

When the crushing pleasure finally abated Trev lay wheezing like an old man, his full weight resting against Katrina’s
slighter form. That can’t be comfortable, he thought a minute or two later. He slid off, flopping down boneless at her side,
and raised his head to look into her face. “Kitty-Kat?”

She looked like she was sound asleep. Normally, passing out after great sex was a purely male maneuver. But then
again, Kat had always been something of a tom-boy.

“Mmm, hmm,” she mumbled, slitting her eyes open to look at him. Her full lips spread into a Cheshire cat grin.

Trevor grinned back and turned to grab the cuff key from atop the nightstand.

“So,’ he said with a laugh as he unlocked them. “You’re not looking too inconsolable there, sis.”

Katrina snorted, rubbing at her sore wrists. The grin was still firmly in place. Try as she might she couldn’t seem to wipe
it away. “Still fishing, huh? That’s so sad, Trev.” She rolled towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “How
long are you here for?”

He pulled her up to d***e his body. “I leave tomorrow.” Her frown of disappointment was encouraging. “But,” he
continued, running his hands down her back to squeeze her ass, “my exams are over in a month and Dad’s offered me
a clerk position at the firm for the summer.” His tongue slicked along his lower lip. His sister’s gaze tracked the
movement. “If I want it,” he finished a trifle nervously. If Kat rejected him now, after the best fuck of his life, he’d be the
inconsolable one.

Her gaze left his mouth and she smiled as she looked into his worried eyes. “I have a two bedroom apartment, babybrother. You’re welcome to the spare room. Not that I expect you to actually sleep there. But that’ll be our secret, too.
Won’t it?”

It was Trevor’s turn to sport a huge, silly grin.

End