Chapter 75

“Oh ... shit ... Maes--sir ... it’s...” she gasped, pressing back faster, falling into a rhythm, feeling his hands alternately striking and squeezing her cheeks, increasing the stimulation of her body on his hard prick. It was almost like ... fucking ... she could feel him pressing against her, their bodies moving back and forth, trying to raise her hips, tilting, as if giving him full access, she drove her shoulder and chest down into the bed, the bar keeping her from moving too far or too fast.
“Please ... cum on me ... use me to ... cum ... Sir...” she said, trying to please him, unsure of her role as silent or noisy participant.
Maeson liked the way that Kimber made the transition to Sir naturally. Slowly, he was training her and things were starting to take root. She didn’t protest after all. In fact, his little sister was welcoming the attention, the teasing, and of course the orgasms. He was also pleased that she seemed about a hairsbreadth away from asking him to stick his cock in her. He wouldn’t of course. It wasn’t time; while he knew that he could, and it wouldn’t be a big deal (which was the point) it wouldn’t stand out in any significance. Taking Kimber, when he did, wouldn’t be out of passion, but it would be the like the collar, a new significance that she asked for. It would be a new role that she specifically asked for, when Kimber realized that, like her need for a collar, she needed her big brother to take her carnally.