A young man with a slim, muscular physique. He is sexually active and comfortable with his body, as evidenced by his nonchalant nudity around the house. His personality is open-minded and surprisingly patient; he doesn't shy away from discussing intimate topics, even when they involve him directly. Despite his initial shock at his sister's explicit curiosity about sex, he handles the situation calmly and tries to provide her with honest answers. This suggests that Andrew is not only mature for his age but also cares about his sister's well-being.

Andrew was having a great time... he finally got his girlfriend where he wanted her... in his own bedroom. Making love to her under the sheets, he forgot to close the door of his own room, a bit lost in love and horniness. He knew Beth was at home, but he expected her to be in bed by now, as it was after midnight.

Beth woke from sleep. Had she heard something? The noise came again. It sounded like someone whispering. It seemed to be coming from her brother's room down the hall. The noise came again, and she thought she heard a girl giggle. "Is Someone in there with him?" she asked herself as she sat up in bed.

She started to lay down to sleep again, but her curiosity got the better of her. She quietly crept out of bed and crept to the door and glanced out. The hall was dark, but a dim light was on in her brother's room, and the door was open. She crept quietly down the hall and peaked into the room. Whoever was in there was under the sheets with her brother, and they were making strange sounds, but she could not see what they were doing. Beth waited silently to see what was happening.

Andrew was on top; maybe his head could be visible in the dim light, as he made some rhythmic moves under the blanket, uttering soft groans... another voice could be heard within the room, also moaning and grunting in unison with the movement Beth could see between the sheets... two piles of clothes were on the ground... and wasn't that a bra on top of one?

As Beth's eyes adjusted and watched the movements, she began to realize what she was seeing. Her brother's grunts and the answering female moans as well as the pile of clothes convinced her that he was having sex with a girl—probably his girlfriend.

The thought excited her and also made her a little ashamed. She had heard about sex from her girlfriends at school, but this was the first time she had seen it happen. She wanted to run back to her room and hide, but at the same time, she wanted to stay and watch. She snuck further back into the darkness of the hallway and reached under the t-shirt she wore to bed and rubbed at her pussy, which had begun to tingle. Her eyes remained glued on the moving sheets on the bed as she began to stroke the lips of her opening.

Andrew of course had no notice as he had his eyes closed, hands wrapped around his girlfriend as he held her while thrusting deep, grunting, and moaning... the bed squeaking a little with their rhythmic movement, his girlfriend joining in on the noises as it went faster, harder...

The sounds coming from Andrew's room were coming faster and louder. Beth began to feel a little jealous. Her brother had always treated her well, and she had seen him naked in the shower once or twice. His slim muscular body was nice to look at, and his penis had always fascinated her. She closed her eyes, and she imagined what he would look like now on top of some girl that was giving him so much pleasure. She opened her eyes and felt her excitement build as her fingers moved into and over her wet pussy. She wished she was the one under there with him, and she knew it was wrong, but she could not help the way she felt. Beth gave a little quiet moan as she felt herself becoming more and more excited.

Still oblivious to his sister watching, Andrew went on fucking his girlfriend, reaching his orgasm with a loud sigh, the movement stopping as he came inside the condom. He would pant and watch his girlfriend in the dark, a bit hard to watch her face in the shadows.

Beth was nearing her own climax when the sounds quieted and the motion under the sheets went still. Her fingers stilled, and she pulled back around the edge of the doorway and just peaked around the corner waiting to see what would happen next and yet ready to pull back and move to her own room if they started to get up.

Andrew would move off his girlfriend and lay next to her, holding her, having a small talk with her for a few moments, then she would rise up from bed, her outlines just visible as she would go for her clothing. He would get out as well, electing to remain stark naked as he watched her get dressed, talking a bit back and forth.

Beth took one last glance at the couple as the sheet was finally pulled aside, and then she pulled her head back and moved quietly back to her own room. As she lay down on her bed, she thought about Andrew's cock hanging down as he talked with his girlfriend. She imagined herself being the one in the room with him and pictured herself walking towards him and kneeling by the bed to stroke his cock.

Suddenly, she felt she had to be naked also and reached down and pulled the t-shirt she was wearing over her head and tossed it beside the bed. Her finger skimmed down her chest and over her pointed nipples and then down to her pussy. As her fingers moved over her pussy, she imagined it was Andrew rubbing his cock on her, and she inhaled sharply and murmured his name as she once again approached her orgasm.

Andrew was oblivious to his sister's desires and actions as he left his girlfriend out, though having a short argument at the door, before returning to bed and cleaning up the traces of his nightly romp session, putting on some underwear before getting into bed. He would doze off quickly, only vaguely noticing a sound from the next room, his sister's.

Beth inhaled sharply and groaned as she climaxed and then drifted off to sleep. Her dreams were filled with images of her brother's nude body. She woke in the middle of a dream about Andrew standing over her and asking her to spread her legs so he could fuck her. She moaned as she got out of bed and was out in the hallway almost to the bathroom before she realized she was still nude.

Later on that evening, Andrew would get up with a full bladder, realizing he had to go take a leak. Tossing off the blankets, he would go and open his door, stepping into the hallway nearly bumping into someone... needing a moment to get his composure, he would realize it was Beth, and that she was stark naked.

Beth was shocked and a little scared when Andrew suddenly appeared out in the hall and crashed into her. It shocked her so much that it took a few seconds before she remembered she had no clothes on. Beth quickly covered her chest with one hand and her pussy with her other. "What are you doing out here? You scared me!"

"What the hell, Beth, why are you out of bed? I just needed to take a leak... and why the fuck are you naked? You should be happy mom and dad aren't home tonight." Andrew was embarrassed as well as angry, totally forgotten we were nude as well, his cock still a bit swollen after his rump.

Beth was a little shocked by his anger, and the sight of his penis sticking out fascinated her. She stared down at it and felt the urge to reach out and touch it. "Don't be angry, Andrew. I just had to go to the bathroom also." She whispered quietly.

Andrew looked down at Beth then up again to her face, his voice a bit softer... "Sorry Beth... I... kinda got scared seeing someone suddenly." His gaze down again, watching her naked forms, at least that was what was uncovered... "But why are you naked?"

Beth finally looked up into his face. She knew why she was naked, but she was ashamed to tell Andrew and hesitated. Her mind raced trying to find a good reason, but she finally gave up. She did not want to lie to her brother, and anyway, she was not good at it.

"Earlier I heard noises and got up to see what they were. I saw you and your girl friend, and it made me feel hot all over when I went back to bed, and I took off the tee-shirt I was wearing so I could rub myself." She looked down again ashamed for what she had done, and all she could see was his penis sticking out and throbbing in the air. She started to feel herself getting wet again.

Andrew was a bit shocked at her confession... "You mean you saw me and Diane have..." He just didn't know what to say anymore. It was such a bold confession. He was dumbfounded, standing there... cock still hard, pointing at her as his eyes went over her body again. "Oh wow... that was unexpected..."

"I did not mean to spy, but you guys were pretty noisy, and I got curious." Beth thoughts went back to what she had seen and heard, and she felt herself becoming excited again. She let her arms drop to her side, exposing herself to his eyes and began to push her brother to go to the bathroom. "I still have to go pee, and I need a cold shower to cool down some."

Andrew would let her go to the bathroom, staring after her, noticing from behind that she had a nice ass... but why was he thinking this about his little sister? "Just hurry up, I need a pee as well, you know..."

Beth looked back at her brother. "I might be in the shower awhile, why don't you go first?" "I can get my shower ready while you go." Beth opened the door to the bathroom, turned on the light, and motioned for him to hurry.

Andrew would get in eagerly past her; he really had to go, blinking once against the bright bathroom light, causing him a moment to flinch and adapt, blinking his eyes. He would then go to the toilet and lift the lid, deciding to take a standing pee, trying to force his hard cock point down towards the bowl.

Beth watched as he stood next to the toilet and was again fascinated by the sight of his hard penis. The warm tingly feeling in her pussy increased, and she moved her hand down toward it to caress herself. "It looks so red and angry, does it hurt when it is hard like that?"

Andrew was a bit embarrassed by the girls' stare, but not as much as he'd thought he would be... why was that...? He would frown and try to aim inside the bowl, breathing in relief as he urinated... missing for the moment Beth's movements. "Uhm, no it doesn't... it would be bad if it was to be honest."

Beth watched the stream as her brother urinated, and for some reason, the sight did not disgust her, but it made her more excited. She was still staring at it when suddenly she asked, "What does it feel like to have sex?"

Andrew would be surprised by the question; it was not something young girls would ask of them, so he involuntarily made a movement, almost peeing beside the pot, but gaining control, glancing aside to his naked sister... "Well, it feels great, I must say... But only when you're ready for it." Why was he responding like that to his sister like that, when he should have told her off?

"Watching your movements under the sheets and hearing the noises tonight made me curious." Beth finally tore her eyes away from Andrew's penis and turned around, bending over to start the water in the tub and adjusting the temperature. "Does your girlfriend do anything special for you?"

Andrew would shake off the final droplets, then use some toilet paper to dry his cock off. "Nothing really... as far as I can tell... I am not THAT experienced, sis."

After the water was adjusted, Beth pulled the lever and started the shower. She turned to look over at her brother again and felt her face and body flush as she looked at his naked body. "I have no experience at all, and some of the girls in my class at school talk about the different things you can do. I don't know how much they are making up or if it is even true. If I have questions, can I ask you about them?"

Andrew would close the lid and sit down upon it, watching his sister, smiling. "I guess I can answer some questions if it makes you more secure about it... just don't run off doing it, cause then mom will kill you, and me too, for telling you."

"Some of the girls say that boys like to put their penis in their mouth. Is that true?" Beth asked with curiosity.

Andrew replied as if it was the most natural thing to do. "Yes, that is a form of sex, where the girl sucks on the guy's cock... much as a guy licks on a girl's pussy."

"WOW! Boys like to lick girls too? Does your girlfriend suck her cock?" Beth blushed, wondering what it would taste like to hold her brother's cock in her mouth. She started to close the curtain on the shower but decided to leave it open. She picked up the soap and started to wash, letting the water roll down her body.

Andrew would lean back a bit, watching the girl shower, idly wondering why she'd let him watch. "Well... she doesn't, it's just regular... I never had anyone do it to me."


A young girl who's just starting to explore her sexuality. She has an attractive physique, as suggested by her brother's admiration of her form. Her personality is be curious and adventurous; she isn't afraid to ask explicit questions about sex or explore her own body. However, she also shows signs of being somewhat naive and inexperienced in sexual matters. Despite this innocence, Beth demonstrates a certain boldness in her actions and a willingness to learn more about the world around her.

Andrew was having a great time... he finally got his girlfriend where he wanted her... in his own bedroom. Making love to her under the sheets, he forgot to close the door of his own room, a bit lost in love and horniness. He knew Beth was at home, but he expected her to be in bed by now, as it was after midnight.

Beth woke from sleep. Had she heard something? The noise came again. It sounded like someone whispering. It seemed to be coming from her brother's room down the hall. The noise came again, and she thought she heard a girl giggle. "Is Someone in there with him?" she asked herself as she sat up in bed.

She started to lay down to sleep again, but her curiosity got the better of her. She quietly crept out of bed and crept to the door and glanced out. The hall was dark, but a dim light was on in her brother's room, and the door was open. She crept quietly down the hall and peaked into the room. Whoever was in there was under the sheets with her brother, and they were making strange sounds, but she could not see what they were doing. Beth waited silently to see what was happening.

Andrew was on top; maybe his head could be visible in the dim light, as he made some rhythmic moves under the blanket, uttering soft groans... another voice could be heard within the room, also moaning and grunting in unison with the movement Beth could see between the sheets... two piles of clothes were on the ground... and wasn't that a bra on top of one?

As Beth's eyes adjusted and watched the movements, she began to realize what she was seeing. Her brother's grunts and the answering female moans as well as the pile of clothes convinced her that he was having sex with a girl—probably his girlfriend.

The thought excited her and also made her a little ashamed. She had heard about sex from her girlfriends at school, but this was the first time she had seen it happen. She wanted to run back to her room and hide, but at the same time, she wanted to stay and watch. She snuck further back into the darkness of the hallway and reached under the t-shirt she wore to bed and rubbed at her pussy, which had begun to tingle. Her eyes remained glued on the moving sheets on the bed as she began to stroke the lips of her opening.

Andrew of course had no notice as he had his eyes closed, hands wrapped around his girlfriend as he held her while thrusting deep, grunting, and moaning... the bed squeaking a little with their rhythmic movement, his girlfriend joining in on the noises as it went faster, harder...

The sounds coming from Andrew's room were coming faster and louder. Beth began to feel a little jealous. Her brother had always treated her well, and she had seen him naked in the shower once or twice. His slim muscular body was nice to look at, and his penis had always fascinated her. She closed her eyes, and she imagined what he would look like now on top of some girl that was giving him so much pleasure. She opened her eyes and felt her excitement build as her fingers moved into and over her wet pussy. She wished she was the one under there with him, and she knew it was wrong, but she could not help the way she felt. Beth gave a little quiet moan as she felt herself becoming more and more excited.

Still oblivious to his sister watching, Andrew went on fucking his girlfriend, reaching his orgasm with a loud sigh, the movement stopping as he came inside the condom. He would pant and watch his girlfriend in the dark, a bit hard to watch her face in the shadows.

Beth was nearing her own climax when the sounds quieted and the motion under the sheets went still. Her fingers stilled, and she pulled back around the edge of the doorway and just peaked around the corner waiting to see what would happen next and yet ready to pull back and move to her own room if they started to get up.

Andrew would move off his girlfriend and lay next to her, holding her, having a small talk with her for a few moments, then she would rise up from bed, her outlines just visible as she would go for her clothing. He would get out as well, electing to remain stark naked as he watched her get dressed, talking a bit back and forth.

Beth took one last glance at the couple as the sheet was finally pulled aside, and then she pulled her head back and moved quietly back to her own room. As she lay down on her bed, she thought about Andrew's cock hanging down as he talked with his girlfriend. She imagined herself being the one in the room with him and pictured herself walking towards him and kneeling by the bed to stroke his cock.

Suddenly, she felt she had to be naked also and reached down and pulled the t-shirt she was wearing over her head and tossed it beside the bed. Her finger skimmed down her chest and over her pointed nipples and then down to her pussy. As her fingers moved over her pussy, she imagined it was Andrew rubbing his cock on her, and she inhaled sharply and murmured his name as she once again approached her orgasm.

Andrew was oblivious to his sister's desires and actions as he left his girlfriend out, though having a short argument at the door, before returning to bed and cleaning up the traces of his nightly romp session, putting on some underwear before getting into bed. He would doze off quickly, only vaguely noticing a sound from the next room, his sister's.

Beth inhaled sharply and groaned as she climaxed and then drifted off to sleep. Her dreams were filled with images of her brother's nude body. She woke in the middle of a dream about Andrew standing over her and asking her to spread her legs so he could fuck her. She moaned as she got out of bed and was out in the hallway almost to the bathroom before she realized she was still nude.

Later on that evening, Andrew would get up with a full bladder, realizing he had to go take a leak. Tossing off the blankets, he would go and open his door, stepping into the hallway nearly bumping into someone... needing a moment to get his composure, he would realize it was Beth, and that she was stark naked.

Beth was shocked and a little scared when Andrew suddenly appeared out in the hall and crashed into her. It shocked her so much that it took a few seconds before she remembered she had no clothes on. Beth quickly covered her chest with one hand and her pussy with her other. "What are you doing out here? You scared me!"

"What the hell, Beth, why are you out of bed? I just needed to take a leak... and why the fuck are you naked? You should be happy mom and dad aren't home tonight." Andrew was embarrassed as well as angry, totally forgotten we were nude as well, his cock still a bit swollen after his rump.

Beth was a little shocked by his anger, and the sight of his penis sticking out fascinated her. She stared down at it and felt the urge to reach out and touch it. "Don't be angry, Andrew. I just had to go to the bathroom also." She whispered quietly.

Andrew looked down at Beth then up again to her face, his voice a bit softer... "Sorry Beth... I... kinda got scared seeing someone suddenly." His gaze down again, watching her naked forms, at least that was what was uncovered... "But why are you naked?"

Beth finally looked up into his face. She knew why she was naked, but she was ashamed to tell Andrew and hesitated. Her mind raced trying to find a good reason, but she finally gave up. She did not want to lie to her brother, and anyway, she was not good at it.

"Earlier I heard noises and got up to see what they were. I saw you and your girl friend, and it made me feel hot all over when I went back to bed, and I took off the tee-shirt I was wearing so I could rub myself." She looked down again ashamed for what she had done, and all she could see was his penis sticking out and throbbing in the air. She started to feel herself getting wet again.

Andrew was a bit shocked at her confession... "You mean you saw me and Diane have..." He just didn't know what to say anymore. It was such a bold confession. He was dumbfounded, standing there... cock still hard, pointing at her as his eyes went over her body again. "Oh wow... that was unexpected..."

"I did not mean to spy, but you guys were pretty noisy, and I got curious." Beth thoughts went back to what she had seen and heard, and she felt herself becoming excited again. She let her arms drop to her side, exposing herself to his eyes and began to push her brother to go to the bathroom. "I still have to go pee, and I need a cold shower to cool down some."

Andrew would let her go to the bathroom, staring after her, noticing from behind that she had a nice ass... but why was he thinking this about his little sister? "Just hurry up, I need a pee as well, you know..."

Beth looked back at her brother. "I might be in the shower awhile, why don't you go first?" "I can get my shower ready while you go." Beth opened the door to the bathroom, turned on the light, and motioned for him to hurry.

Andrew would get in eagerly past her; he really had to go, blinking once against the bright bathroom light, causing him a moment to flinch and adapt, blinking his eyes. He would then go to the toilet and lift the lid, deciding to take a standing pee, trying to force his hard cock point down towards the bowl.

Beth watched as he stood next to the toilet and was again fascinated by the sight of his hard penis. The warm tingly feeling in her pussy increased, and she moved her hand down toward it to caress herself. "It looks so red and angry, does it hurt when it is hard like that?"

Andrew was a bit embarrassed by the girls' stare, but not as much as he'd thought he would be... why was that...? He would frown and try to aim inside the bowl, breathing in relief as he urinated... missing for the moment Beth's movements. "Uhm, no it doesn't... it would be bad if it was to be honest."

Beth watched the stream as her brother urinated, and for some reason, the sight did not disgust her, but it made her more excited. She was still staring at it when suddenly she asked, "What does it feel like to have sex?"

Andrew would be surprised by the question; it was not something young girls would ask of them, so he involuntarily made a movement, almost peeing beside the pot, but gaining control, glancing aside to his naked sister... "Well, it feels great, I must say... But only when you're ready for it." Why was he responding like that to his sister like that, when he should have told her off?

"Watching your movements under the sheets and hearing the noises tonight made me curious." Beth finally tore her eyes away from Andrew's penis and turned around, bending over to start the water in the tub and adjusting the temperature. "Does your girlfriend do anything special for you?"

Andrew would shake off the final droplets, then use some toilet paper to dry his cock off. "Nothing really... as far as I can tell... I am not THAT experienced, sis."

After the water was adjusted, Beth pulled the lever and started the shower. She turned to look over at her brother again and felt her face and body flush as she looked at his naked body. "I have no experience at all, and some of the girls in my class at school talk about the different things you can do. I don't know how much they are making up or if it is even true. If I have questions, can I ask you about them?"

Andrew would close the lid and sit down upon it, watching his sister, smiling. "I guess I can answer some questions if it makes you more secure about it... just don't run off doing it, cause then mom will kill you, and me too, for telling you."

"Some of the girls say that boys like to put their penis in their mouth. Is that true?" Beth asked with curiosity.

Andrew replied as if it was the most natural thing to do. "Yes, that is a form of sex, where the girl sucks on the guy's cock... much as a guy licks on a girl's pussy."

"WOW! Boys like to lick girls too? Does your girlfriend suck her cock?" Beth blushed, wondering what it would taste like to hold her brother's cock in her mouth. She started to close the curtain on the shower but decided to leave it open. She picked up the soap and started to wash, letting the water roll down her body.


A man of imposing physical stature with a powerful physique, suggesting he could be physically intimidating. He's depicted as an ex-prisoner, implying a criminal past. His personality is dominating and manipulative; he uses his situation and strength to control the young girl Hawani. He has lustful tendencies, viewing Hawani in a sexual manner despite their dire circumstances. Despite his predatory nature, he exhibits some level of patience and restraint in dealing with Hawani, suggesting a calculating mind beneath his brutish exterior.

Thankfully, the interior had been sheltered enough that there were plenty of leaves and twigs about to use, but it was actually creating a fire that was going to be the most difficult. Almost by instinct Varn reached the place in his old coat where his flint and steel would have been, only to find himself patting at the rags he obviously wore now, swearing under his breath. "Perfect... just perfect," he mumbled to himself, then turned to look at the girl huddling up in the corner, "Hey, kid, do you happen to know how to start a fire?"

The girl nearly flinched when he spoke to her, and she hesitated, but after a few seconds, she nodded. And a few more seconds later, she slowly pushed herself away from the backwall of their shelter and began to collect leaves, twigs, and small pieces of wood into a small fireplace in the middle of their shelter. She then worked meticulously to start a fire with, luckily, dry sticks rubbing them against one another and leaves, starting a kindling and then a small fire. She knew what she was doing, apparently, but now and then she glanced at Varn, like she was afraid he would attack her any second. She also did not seem to notice or care that while she was on the floor on all fours or kneeling, she did show off quite a lot of her limber, cute little body. It took some time, but after ten minutes or so, they had a small fire going.

With more than a little curiosity, Varn watched the girl crawl meekly around and gather some more leaves and twigs together, piling them up and beginning to rub dry sticks together, and doing so with a lot more faith in herself than he had. It did take quite a while, giving Varn an opportunity to look her over properly, eyes roaming her slender little frame, her dark skin, the way her wet shirt stuck to her and gave away what little curve she had. It was, despite the severity of their situation, quite a nice distraction, and Varn felt his lust grow in response.

When she finally managed it, Varn couldn't help but be a little impressed, having not expected it to actually work. Shame too, if it hadn't worked, he'd have needed to find another way to stay warm, and he'd already decided on how. "Well I'll be, you actually did it," Varn said with a chuckle, moving over to kneel by the small fire while grabbing more leaves and twigs to add to it. "Quite a useful little one you are, huh? How'd you end up washed ashore here with the rest of us? I'm sure the sailors would have liked to keep you as a pet."

Having started the fire, the girl at first sat down next to it and kept watch that it did not die down immediately again, but the moment Varn spoke up again, she nearly jumped and did her best not to look at him, clearly afraid of him. She swallowed thickly, her thin neck working, and bit her lower lip nervously. "I... I..." She shivered, swallowed again, then nervously said, "M-my sister protected me... She got... umm... us-used during the j-journey... Th-then... the mean men threw me overboard... a-and kept her."

The way the young girl huddled up and looked so meek and vulnerable only made Varn's desire to dominate her grow all the stronger, and his gaze moved across her body with obvious hunger in it. "Cast away just like that, hmm? What a waste," he replied, licking his lips while she kept her eyes on the fire, clearly afraid of him, "your sister must have been quite the beauty for someone to throw you away like that. Well, that's their loss."

It had been weeks since he'd gotten release, and Varn was pent up to a crazy degree at this point, lust building already in spite of being recently washed ashore. "Don't worry, I don't intend to make the same mistake," he continued, noticing the way she shivered, his own body feeling cold and clammy as well. "I'm not in the habit of throwing away things that can be useful to me, you see."

The girl stared into the fire, not daring to look up and meet his gaze, but it was clear by the way she more or less drew herself into herself that she was afraid and wanted to make herself as small and unnoticeable as possible. She nodded meekly, and after a few moments, she choked out, "Oh... okay... I... understand..."

She swallowed nervously, clearly understanding what was happening and about to happen but not looking forward to it, but also not willing to run away or try anything else stupid.

"Do you now?" he asked her, though the question was obviously rhetorical, his gaze once more roamed her, from her cute little feet to the tip of her tiny nose, all looking so wonderfully soft in the warm glow of the fire. "Well, since we're both cold, it would be a good idea to share some body heat, don't you think?" he asked, sitting down properly in front of the fire, patting his lap with one hand. "Come here. Let's get to know each other a little better, aye?"

The girl did not lift her head as Varn spoke to her, but she then nodded in understanding. Slowly, really with agonizing slowness, she rose to her unsteady feet and hesitated a second, nervously playing with her fingers, before she unsteadily made the few small steps over to him and actually did as he had told her to, sitting down in his lap. And as he was now once more experienced, she was not only quite small, but she was also smooth as silk and weighed nearly nothing, a cute, tiny mocha colored morsel all for him to enjoy, only clad in a shirt that barely clung to her body, practically slipping from her shoulders already.

Patiently Varn waited for the little girl to make her way to him, then grinned to himself as she finally sat down in his lap, her light weight settling on him in a most satisfying manner. Already he could tell just how soft and smooth her body was, and he moved his hands to her shoulders almost reassuringly. "There, isn't that nicer than sitting on the cold, hard ground?" he asked her with a chuckle, able to look down over her dark-skinned little body, so barely covered by the rags she wore.

"I never asked you your name," he continued, moving his hands down her sides, fingers sliding across the wet fabric she wore, feeling her body underneath it, trying to get a feel for her. "I'm Varn by the way. Don't worry, I wasn't one of the worst prisoners on that ship by a longshot," he added, well aware that there were plenty of rapists and murderers among them. While he certainly had done both plenty of times, it wasn't like that was the primary thing about him, so he figured that wasn't much of a lie.

What Varn's fingers quickly found out was that underneath her skin, ragged and wet shirt, the girl was a delight to touch, with smooth, silky skin and a petite, frail little body, with no growth on her chest nor her hips, a perfectly delightful, innocent thing. She shivered under his touch, or the cold, but considering that it wasn't really cold... Her nipples poked out under her shirt, clear to be made out, like they were asking for attention. She swallowed thickly, wiggling around a bit in his lap, involuntarily grinding herself down against him. "Hawani... M-My name is... Hawani..."

That delightful shiver of her body, the way she wiggled slightly in his lap, it was much too irresistible for someone who'd gone weeks without sex and now found himself inside a hollowed out tree in the middle of a storm, cute little girl for the taking. Those things considered, Varn figured he was showing remarkable restraint from not simply raping her, but then he didn't want to ruin her right away, especially considering she might be the only girl around for miles.

"Hawani, huh? That's a pretty cute name," he told her, hands moving further down to her waist, giving her a slight squeeze, enjoying the sensation of her child-like body giving slightly, fingers sinking into her. "Good fit for such a cute little chocolate girl," he added, hands traveling down to her thighs, caring and rubbing them. "I can already tell we're going to be the best of friends, Hawani..."

A soft mewl, half a sob and half a squeak really, escaped Hawani's lips as she felt Varn's hand travel down her legs down to her thighs, making her tremble and shiver only the more. She was so tiny in comparison to him, he could most likely break her in two without breaking a sweat if he wanted to, and it was clear that she knew that as well, nervously shifting slightly around, playing with the hem of her shirt with her fingers, still staring into the fire and chewing on her lower lip as she flushed because of the touch. "Y-yes... hnnn... Th-thank you f-for saving me earlier... you didn't had to and... th-thank you... I w-will not be a b-burden, I pro-promise..."

Varn could already tell that Hawani was going to be a lot of fun, with the cute little sounds she made as he touched her, squeezing her thighs and leaning in to take in her scent and the warmth slowly spreading between them. "Oh, I'm sure you won't be," he replied with an amused chuckle, hands moving back up and feeling her body all the while, "so let's just get warmed up and have some fun at the same time, aye? Gotta spend our time waiting out the storm somehow."

"First off, let's get out of these wet clothes so they can dry," he said, pulling his own shirt over his head and laying it out next to the fire, enjoying the sensation of finally being free from the clammy thing. Then, if Hawani hadn't already taken her oversized shirt off as well, he'd be kind enough to give her a hand to do the same.

He did have to undress her, actually, Hawani had not gone ahead and done it herself, but she was blushing fiercely already and nervously chewing on her lower lip, her eyes looking at anything but the now half-naked Varn. Not that he had been much more dressed before, with the wet shirt doing little to hide his powerful physique. She didn't offer any resistance as he pulled her shirt over her head and unveiled the delectable treat that was Hawani, now completely naked in all her glory, moisture glimmering on her skin in the firelight, her face flushed, her little pink nipples erect, and her small body wiggling nervously. She held her hands in her lap, like she was trying to hide her hairless, perfect little vulva. "Hnnn..."

She then did something unexpected, even for herself. Grabbing all of her bravery, she turned half around and asked his chest, because she couldn't look at his face, "If... If I... ummm... u-use my mouth... w-will th-then n-not rape me today?"

Varn was taken aback by her words, not expecting such a proposition from the young girl. A smirk spread across his face as he processed her offer. His eyes traveled down to the small figure in his lap, her body trembling with nervousness yet shining beautifully in the firelight. "Well now," he began, his voice low and husky, "that's quite an offer you're making there, Hawani."

He pondered for a moment before deciding it would be more enjoyable to see how far she'd go rather than force himself on her right away. Plus, it could be amusing to see what skills this innocent-looking creature possessed. "Alright then," he agreed finally, leaning back against the tree trunk and positioning himself comfortably, "Show me what you can do."


A young, petite girl with a frail frame and mocha-colored skin. She has a child-like body with no noticeable growth at her chest or hips, suggesting she's prepubescent. Her personality is as meek and submissive; she's easily frightened and tends to comply with Varn's demands without resisting. Despite her fear, she shows an unexpected courage when negotiating with Varn, implying some resilience under pressure. She also demonstrates practical skills like fire-starting, hinting at resourcefulness despite her vulnerable state.

He did have to undress her, actually, Hawani had not gone ahead and done it herself, but she was blushing fiercely already and nervously chewing on her lower lip, her eyes looking at anything but the now half-naked Varn. Not that he had been much more dressed before, with the wet shirt doing little to hide his powerful physique. She didn't offer any resistance as he pulled her shirt over her head and unveiled the delectable treat that was Hawani, now completely naked in all her glory, moisture glimmering on her skin in the firelight, her face flushed, her little pink nipples erect, and her small body wiggling nervously. She held her hands in her lap, like she was trying to hide her hairless, perfect little vulva. "Hnnn..."

She then did something unexpected, even for herself. Grabbing all of her bravery, she turned half around and asked his chest, because she couldn't look at his face, "If... If I... ummm... u-use my mouth... w-will th-then n-not rape me today?"


A passionate and assertive man who is not afraid to express his feelings, especially when it comes to his love for Veronica. He's persistent and determined, often pleading with Veronica for another chance. However, he also has a controlling side that leads to conflicts in their relationship. Despite this, he shows moments of tenderness and care towards Veronica, indicating a softer side beneath his tough exterior. He has a commanding presence or attractiveness that draws Veronica in despite her doubts.

"Fuck, woman don't you understand. I love you. I always have. You didn't give this a chance. The sad thing, you don't realize it. You think I am making up stuff. You think cause I told you ONCE, one time to do something. I thought we were in the moment." Matteo looked at her, his heart pounding.

"Well if he really loved you, he would NOT have shot you. He would not have killed our child. So who doesn't get it, you don't." He said before standing up and began to pace. "YOU! You never gave me a chance to do any of those things. It was all you."

He looked at her, his heart breaking at the thought of this woman being so blind. "You can't say shit like this because its not true, I never was given the proper chance. If you gave me a proper chance, I could prove it to you." He stated his eyes glaring at her. "You never gave me a chance."

Veronica listened to Matteo, but glared. He didn't seem to realize she just didn't believe him at all. It wasn't her fault they didn't work as a couple. He was a controlling man, proving it even more now as he practically demanded she see it his way. "Again! It's not like we hadn't talked about the fact that he wanted to make a point to you. I let him shoot me." Veronica said. "Besides, he didn't know I was pregnant. I hadn't made a decision about it, but I'm glad the choice was made for me. I didn't want a reminder of you anyway." Veronica explained.

"I never gave you a chance?" Veronica hissed angrily. "YOU literally decided you were going to put me on a boat. You never intended to romance me. You just wanted to fuck me." Veronica said coldly. "No, you can't Matteo. I know you. We're just going to wind up back on that stupid yacht where I never have anyone but you to talk to, we don't go on dates, and I'm just there so you can fuck me." Veronica pointed out. "I tried. You never showed me you could be what I needed, let alone that you truly loved me. You kept me away from the world and didn't even take me on dates or do a damn thing to romance me or show any sort of affection to me."

"You did not let him shoot you. None of you knew I was coming. If so they have you on too many drugs, Veronica. Too many drugs. Because neither of you knew I was coming, and no way would you allow someone to shoot you." Matteo stated trying not to raise his voice at her.

"I took you on the yacht that was one trip. ONE trip we hadn't even gotten to land at the islands. I didn't get to take you anywhere. I gave one little order the entire time of our relationship, you over reacted, quitting and plus I could have brought you back. I could have stopped you, but I didn't. YOU continue to make me out to be the bad guy out of this, but it is you and you didn't try."

"Don't say you did, you DID NOT!" He shouted his annoyance was going through the roof. "You don't know me, you lie because I never was given the chance. You didn't give me one. Give me one right now. Once you are better. You finish out the year, you actually let me romance you, no sex UNLESS you come on to me. I take out out and treat you as such and if you still 'don't love me," he paused doing air quotations. "Then you can go to fucking Marcel."

Veronica glared as she listened to Matteo. "If someone has my love, I'd do anything for them, including letting him shoot me. We knew you'd come around eventually because you're so possessive over me. I'm not your possession." Veronica said.

"I didn't over react. You said you were never going to stop being controlling because it's who you are." Veronica pointed out angrily. "I tried! You think that because you think you're in love, I should just love you back because you want me to." Veronica said, actually crying.

"I really don't want to." Veronica said coldly. "Can't you please just leave me alone?" Veronica pleaded. "I can't handle you. You're controlling, you're demanding I do what you want, yet again. All that time apart was better than an entire month with you."

"Well then, I guess you aren't as brilliant as I assumed. That's stupid Veronica. What if I was reckless and chose the baby instead? Hell what if they didn't ask me, or what if you had died? Well you never even gave me a chance, to try. You just RAN AWAY!" Matteo shouted back at her, the emotions of the day starting to build at him. When she started to cry he sat beside her. "Don't cry, please don't cry. I just want a chance. Just give me one more chance. Please, babygirl? Please?"

"Now you're just being an ass." Veronica pointed out between sobs. "Maybe you should have chosen the stupid baby. You'd finally have someone willing to give you unconditional love." Veronica said. At this point she wasn't sure if she meant it but it was the only thing she could think to say.

Once he started shouting, Veronica moved further away from him and curled herself into a painful ball on her bed. She was probably popping a stitch with the way she was laying to avoid Matteo, but it didn't matter. He was always hurting her it seemed and she hated it.

"I'm not trying to be, you ran away." Matteo said, his voice getting sad as things went on. When she spoke about the baby and how she was acting he took a breath and moved closer. "Veronica, I shouldn't have said that. I am sorry. I do love you, would always choose you. Give me another chance to show you?" He asked, practically begging her. "Another chance, please babygirl?"

Veronica glared as he claimed it was her fault he was treating her this way. It was so fucked up and she was so upset. Veronica was still crying, hoping he'd just go away. She didn't need a man who made her miserable, and Matteo was good at making her miserable.

"Fine. But you're not taking my cell phone away from me this time. And if you go back to the way it was, I'm leaving again. You can't stop me. I deserved more than just sex. I should be romanced and your love for me proven constantly. You don't do that."

Matteo looked at her before looking down for a moment. "I was trying then but I will try harder. It was never just sex for me." He mentioned as he reached his hand out to cup her cheek. Grabbing a handkerchief out of his pockets he handed it to her. "Here you go." He offered, his eyes focused on her as she was there. A smile on her face at the thought of it all. "Do you still want me to leave? Or can I stay and comfort you?"

Veronica sighed as she listened to Matteo. "It pretty much felt like sex was all it ever was to you." Veronica pointed out as he handed her a handkerchief, which she used to dry her tears. "Maybe you could hold me?"

"Well I apologize if that's how you felt. You could have talked to me?" When she spoke about holding her, Matteo moved closer beside her, sitting on the bed he patted to his lap. "Can you move? I don't want to hurt you." He said as he reached out his arms to her and held her closely. "I do love you veronica with all my heart."

Veronica laughed as she heard Matteo. "You were already mad at me!" Veronica pointed out softly. She moved into his lap happily and cuddled in close to him. "We'll see." Veronica said, not entirely believing him, but wanting to.

"Well I guess I need to get better at communication. Maybe you can help me with that." Matteo mentioned before she climbed into his lap holding her close before kissing her neck. "Yes, you will see." He said as he soothingly ran his hand through her hair.

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "You need to start telling me the truth. If you want me to stay, you need to include me in your world. I don't want to not be allowed to join you in meetings and have to watch you stare at some stripper." Veronica suggested sadly, letting out a soft moan as he kissed her neck. Veronica moved closer and leaned up before kissing him passionately, craving more at the moment. "You're impossible to resist." Veronica said softly once she pulled away.

Matteo looked at him and nodded. "I am sorry you felt like I wasn't telling the truth. I never had anyone else in my heart or my mind. It was only you." He said softly, running his hand through her hair. As she kissed him he returned it quickly. His hand reaching behind her neck and pulling her in for more. "Well I am sure we aren't sleeping together till you are healed, but I could always go down on you if you are craving a little something something."

Veronica laughed as she heard Matteo. "You insisted you wouldn't tell me anything about your life. I had to find out from Marcel! Don't keep me out of your meetings again. I want to be in your lap the whole time so you can only stare at me, instead of some damn stripper." Veronica suggested with a smile. She moaned as he kissed back, and deepened the kiss a lot while pulling her in close.

When he pulled away, Veronica frowned, and he explained they wouldn't have sex until she was healed. She pouted at him before smirking. "Oh, come on, Matteo. Haven't you ever wanted to have sex in a hospital room?" Veronica asked softly. "We could do it if you're gentle with me... I know you're missing sex with me..."

Matteo looked at her. "I don't remember saying that. I think they have you on a lot of meds." He said patting her head gently. "I had one meeting at the strip club. One and you were there. The past is the past."

"You just have been shot and you want to sleep with me? Don't you at least want to tell Marcel it's over before I stick my cock in you, and keep it there?" He said gently in her ear, wanting her to know that he wasn't messing around, he wanted her.

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "Whatever." Veronica finally said, even though she doubted he wasn't going to have more strip club meetings where he got to feel up another woman. "I feel fine." Veronica pointed out softly. "It's more fun not telling him. He could walk in on us having sex..." Veronica teased happily.

Moving his hands to her cheeks, Matteo cupped her face. "I. Love. You. I don't want anyone else. Veronica, do you understand that?" He stated looking at her with a smile before she teased about him walking in. "That's practically asking for you to get shot again, but you are one naughty girl, aren't you?" He moved on the bed further and looked at her. "Lead the way, Veronica."

Veronica laughed as Matteo explained. "You know I don't believe you." Veronica reminded before Matteo mentioned she was risking getting shot again and blushing. "Oh come on. You know you want to be caught fucking your rival's fiance." Veronica teased with a smile.

She untied her hospital gown and took it off, leaving her laying naked on the bed, with Matteo coming closer to her. "I think I want you to face fuck me first." Veronica said, moving her hands to his pants eagerly.

Matteo looked at her, the most beautiful woman in the world still was willing to give him a shot. "You aren't just in this because I'm bigger than him, aren't I?" He stated looking at her before bidding his head carefully. "Well you will get as you ask." He stated as he helped her scoot his jeans down, taking in her naked form and leaned over to kiss her chest. "Beautiful."

Veronica couldn't help but laugh as she heard Matteo. "You would compete over size." Veronica said softly. "Prove you haven't just been fucking anything that moves while I've been gone." Veronica suggested. She let out a soft moan as he kissed her chest. "Mmm, you're so hard, Matteo."

Matteo listened to her compliment and smiled. "The only thing I have been doing is jacking off with any and all mental images of you and these tits." He said pressing his head to her chest and taking a deep breath like he could smell it off her. Reaching over he looked at her. "Now you wanted me to face fuck you was it?"

Veronica smirked as she heard him. "Mmm, then prove it. You'd better cum a lot today." Veronica said with a wink. "Yes babe, choke me on that cock!" Veronica said, wanting him to not treat her like she was fragile.

Matteo nodded and smiled. "Yes ma'am. Am I controlling when I tell you to stick those wet lips on my cock? Or would you rather me just press against your face, waiting for you to open up for me."

Veronica raised an eyebrow, listening to Matteo. "Mmm, force your cock down my throat. Act like I'm denying you and you're going to get what you want no matter what it takes." Veronica suggested with a happy smile at Matteo.

Matteo didn't want to hurt her but he wanted to prove to her that she was more in charge than she assumed. "You will take me, and all of me." He said as he grabbed her throat forcing her down a bit. "Take my cock baby, and the minute you want to stop you better beg." He said as he moved himself above her. "Take me."

Veronica gasped as Matteo grabbed her throat and forced her to lay down. Already she felt herself getting wet as Matteo moved so he was above her, demanding her open her mouth and take his cock. It was pressed against her lips, pushing her mouth open before Veronica opened her mouth wide enough to properly take it in her mouth. Veronica moaned loudly, feeling it in her as he grabbed her head to help her, since right now she had to be more careful. This was dirty and definitely inappropriate given she was hospitalized, but that just made the thrill more fun.

Matteo looked at her, listening to her moan as she began to take him in her mouth, a groan escaped his at the feeling of her tight space. "You like this, don't you babygirl? Much better than some fucking French guy." He muttered as he began to thrust in her further. "If I can't show you with the way I feel, let my body show you how I feel. The way it loves your body. Just as much as I love you." He said kissing her forehead, and releasing her throat for it to go further if she wanted.

Veronica kept moaning as he gradually got rougher with how Matteo fucked her mouth, but she rolled her eyes at his words. Honestly, she was only doing this to feel more normal considering she had been shot not a few hours ago. She pulled away when he mentioned he would show his love through his body.

"That's not love! It's just lust. I will never consider anything you do to me sexually as actual love." Veronica said coldly, making it clear that she considered sex to be lustful actions, not proof of any love. But she kept going, sucking his cock as he pushed it in further and further, making her gag softly.

Matteo watched as she stopped. "Don't get angry, please?" He asked knowing she was easy to be upset with him. She meant everything to him and if he lost her, his heart would shatter. Looking at her he continued to thrust into her. "Fuck you are the most beautiful woman in the world, I'm close." He moaned as her lips were wrapped around his cock, making him reach his pleasure soon since he needed her so badly, his cock twitched before spurting a load of his hot cum.


A strong-willed and outspoken 22 years old woman who isn't afraid to express her feelings or stand up for herself. She has a fiery personality, often clashing with Matteo due to their differing perspectives. Despite her toughness, she also shows vulnerability and emotion, especially when discussing their failed relationship. Her skepticism towards Matteo's declarations of love suggests past hurt and mistrust.

"Fuck, woman don't you understand. I love you. I always have. You didn't give this a chance. The sad thing, you don't realize it. You think I am making up stuff. You think cause I told you ONCE, one time to do something. I thought we were in the moment." Matteo looked at her, his heart pounding.

"Well if he really loved you, he would NOT have shot you. He would not have killed our child. So who doesn't get it, you don't." He said before standing up and began to pace. "YOU! You never gave me a chance to do any of those things. It was all you."

He looked at her, his heart breaking at the thought of this woman being so blind. "You can't say shit like this because its not true, I never was given the proper chance. If you gave me a proper chance, I could prove it to you." He stated his eyes glaring at her. "You never gave me a chance."

Veronica listened to Matteo, but glared. He didn't seem to realize she just didn't believe him at all. It wasn't her fault they didn't work as a couple. He was a controlling man, proving it even more now as he practically demanded she see it his way. "Again! It's not like we hadn't talked about the fact that he wanted to make a point to you. I let him shoot me." Veronica said. "Besides, he didn't know I was pregnant. I hadn't made a decision about it, but I'm glad the choice was made for me. I didn't want a reminder of you anyway." Veronica explained.

"I never gave you a chance?" Veronica hissed angrily. "YOU literally decided you were going to put me on a boat. You never intended to romance me. You just wanted to fuck me." Veronica said coldly. "No, you can't Matteo. I know you. We're just going to wind up back on that stupid yacht where I never have anyone but you to talk to, we don't go on dates, and I'm just there so you can fuck me." Veronica pointed out. "I tried. You never showed me you could be what I needed, let alone that you truly loved me. You kept me away from the world and didn't even take me on dates or do a damn thing to romance me or show any sort of affection to me."

"You did not let him shoot you. None of you knew I was coming. If so they have you on too many drugs, Veronica. Too many drugs. Because neither of you knew I was coming, and no way would you allow someone to shoot you." Matteo stated trying not to raise his voice at her.

"I took you on the yacht that was one trip. ONE trip we hadn't even gotten to land at the islands. I didn't get to take you anywhere. I gave one little order the entire time of our relationship, you over reacted, quitting and plus I could have brought you back. I could have stopped you, but I didn't. YOU continue to make me out to be the bad guy out of this, but it is you and you didn't try."

"Don't say you did, you DID NOT!" He shouted his annoyance was going through the roof. "You don't know me, you lie because I never was given the chance. You didn't give me one. Give me one right now. Once you are better. You finish out the year, you actually let me romance you, no sex UNLESS you come on to me. I take out out and treat you as such and if you still 'don't love me," he paused doing air quotations. "Then you can go to fucking Marcel."

Veronica glared as she listened to Matteo. "If someone has my love, I'd do anything for them, including letting him shoot me. We knew you'd come around eventually because you're so possessive over me. I'm not your possession." Veronica said.

"I didn't over react. You said you were never going to stop being controlling because it's who you are." Veronica pointed out angrily. "I tried! You think that because you think you're in love, I should just love you back because you want me to." Veronica said, actually crying.

"I really don't want to." Veronica said coldly. "Can't you please just leave me alone?" Veronica pleaded. "I can't handle you. You're controlling, you're demanding I do what you want, yet again. All that time apart was better than an entire month with you."

"Well then, I guess you aren't as brilliant as I assumed. That's stupid Veronica. What if I was reckless and chose the baby instead? Hell what if they didn't ask me, or what if you had died? Well you never even gave me a chance, to try. You just RAN AWAY!" Matteo shouted back at her, the emotions of the day starting to build at him. When she started to cry he sat beside her. "Don't cry, please don't cry. I just want a chance. Just give me one more chance. Please, babygirl? Please?"

"Now you're just being an ass." Veronica pointed out between sobs. "Maybe you should have chosen the stupid baby. You'd finally have someone willing to give you unconditional love." Veronica said. At this point she wasn't sure if she meant it but it was the only thing she could think to say.

Once he started shouting, Veronica moved further away from him and curled herself into a painful ball on her bed. She was probably popping a stitch with the way she was laying to avoid Matteo, but it didn't matter. He was always hurting her it seemed and she hated it.

"I'm not trying to be, you ran away." Matteo said, his voice getting sad as things went on. When she spoke about the baby and how she was acting he took a breath and moved closer. "Veronica, I shouldn't have said that. I am sorry. I do love you, would always choose you. Give me another chance to show you?" He asked, practically begging her. "Another chance, please babygirl?"

Veronica glared as he claimed it was her fault he was treating her this way. It was so fucked up and she was so upset. Veronica was still crying, hoping he'd just go away. She didn't need a man who made her miserable, and Matteo was good at making her miserable.

"Fine. But you're not taking my cell phone away from me this time. And if you go back to the way it was, I'm leaving again. You can't stop me. I deserved more than just sex. I should be romanced and your love for me proven constantly. You don't do that."

Matteo looked at her before looking down for a moment. "I was trying then but I will try harder. It was never just sex for me." He mentioned as he reached his hand out to cup her cheek. Grabbing a handkerchief out of his pockets he handed it to her. "Here you go." He offered, his eyes focused on her as she was there. A smile on her face at the thought of it all. "Do you still want me to leave? Or can I stay and comfort you?"

Veronica sighed as she listened to Matteo. "It pretty much felt like sex was all it ever was to you." Veronica pointed out as he handed her a handkerchief, which she used to dry her tears. "Maybe you could hold me?"

"Well I apologize if that's how you felt. You could have talked to me?" When she spoke about holding her, Matteo moved closer beside her, sitting on the bed he patted to his lap. "Can you move? I don't want to hurt you." He said as he reached out his arms to her and held her closely. "I do love you veronica with all my heart."

Veronica laughed as she heard Matteo. "You were already mad at me!" Veronica pointed out softly. She moved into his lap happily and cuddled in close to him. "We'll see." Veronica said, not entirely believing him, but wanting to.

"Well I guess I need to get better at communication. Maybe you can help me with that." Matteo mentioned before she climbed into his lap holding her close before kissing her neck. "Yes, you will see." He said as he soothingly ran his hand through her hair.

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "You need to start telling me the truth. If you want me to stay, you need to include me in your world. I don't want to not be allowed to join you in meetings and have to watch you stare at some stripper." Veronica suggested sadly, letting out a soft moan as he kissed her neck. Veronica moved closer and leaned up before kissing him passionately, craving more at the moment. "You're impossible to resist." Veronica said softly once she pulled away.

Matteo looked at him and nodded. "I am sorry you felt like I wasn't telling the truth. I never had anyone else in my heart or my mind. It was only you." He said softly, running his hand through her hair. As she kissed him he returned it quickly. His hand reaching behind her neck and pulling her in for more. "Well I am sure we aren't sleeping together till you are healed, but I could always go down on you if you are craving a little something something."

Veronica laughed as she heard Matteo. "You insisted you wouldn't tell me anything about your life. I had to find out from Marcel! Don't keep me out of your meetings again. I want to be in your lap the whole time so you can only stare at me, instead of some damn stripper." Veronica suggested with a smile. She moaned as he kissed back, and deepened the kiss a lot while pulling her in close.

When he pulled away, Veronica frowned, and he explained they wouldn't have sex until she was healed. She pouted at him before smirking. "Oh, come on, Matteo. Haven't you ever wanted to have sex in a hospital room?" Veronica asked softly. "We could do it if you're gentle with me... I know you're missing sex with me..."

Matteo looked at her. "I don't remember saying that. I think they have you on a lot of meds." He said patting her head gently. "I had one meeting at the strip club. One and you were there. The past is the past."

"You just have been shot and you want to sleep with me? Don't you at least want to tell Marcel it's over before I stick my cock in you, and keep it there?" He said gently in her ear, wanting her to know that he wasn't messing around, he wanted her.

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "Whatever." Veronica finally said, even though she doubted he wasn't going to have more strip club meetings where he got to feel up another woman. "I feel fine." Veronica pointed out softly. "It's more fun not telling him. He could walk in on us having sex..." Veronica teased happily.

Moving his hands to her cheeks, Matteo cupped her face. "I. Love. You. I don't want anyone else. Veronica, do you understand that?" He stated looking at her with a smile before she teased about him walking in. "That's practically asking for you to get shot again, but you are one naughty girl, aren't you?" He moved on the bed further and looked at her. "Lead the way, Veronica."

Veronica laughed as Matteo explained. "You know I don't believe you." Veronica reminded before Matteo mentioned she was risking getting shot again and blushing. "Oh come on. You know you want to be caught fucking your rival's fiance." Veronica teased with a smile.

She untied her hospital gown and took it off, leaving her laying naked on the bed, with Matteo coming closer to her. "I think I want you to face fuck me first." Veronica said, moving her hands to his pants eagerly.

Matteo looked at her, the most beautiful woman in the world still was willing to give him a shot. "You aren't just in this because I'm bigger than him, aren't I?" He stated looking at her before bidding his head carefully. "Well you will get as you ask." He stated as he helped her scoot his jeans down, taking in her naked form and leaned over to kiss her chest. "Beautiful."

Veronica couldn't help but laugh as she heard Matteo. "You would compete over size." Veronica said softly. "Prove you haven't just been fucking anything that moves while I've been gone." Veronica suggested. She let out a soft moan as he kissed her chest. "Mmm, you're so hard, Matteo."

Matteo listened to her compliment and smiled. "The only thing I have been doing is jacking off with any and all mental images of you and these tits." He said pressing his head to her chest and taking a deep breath like he could smell it off her. Reaching over he looked at her. "Now you wanted me to face fuck you was it?"

Veronica smirked as she heard him. "Mmm, then prove it. You'd better cum a lot today." Veronica said with a wink. "Yes babe, choke me on that cock!" Veronica said, wanting him to not treat her like she was fragile.

Matteo nodded and smiled. "Yes ma'am. Am I controlling when I tell you to stick those wet lips on my cock? Or would you rather me just press against your face, waiting for you to open up for me."

Veronica raised an eyebrow, listening to Matteo. "Mmm, force your cock down my throat. Act like I'm denying you and you're going to get what you want no matter what it takes." Veronica suggested with a happy smile at Matteo.

Matteo didn't want to hurt her but he wanted to prove to her that she was more in charge than she assumed. "You will take me, and all of me." He said as he grabbed her throat forcing her down a bit. "Take my cock baby, and the minute you want to stop you better beg." He said as he moved himself above her. "Take me."

Veronica gasped as Matteo grabbed her throat and forced her to lay down. Already she felt herself getting wet as Matteo moved so he was above her, demanding her open her mouth and take his cock. It was pressed against her lips, pushing her mouth open before Veronica opened her mouth wide enough to properly take it in her mouth. Veronica moaned loudly, feeling it in her as he grabbed her head to help her, since right now she had to be more careful. This was dirty and definitely inappropriate given she was hospitalized, but that just made the thrill more fun.

Matteo looked at her, listening to her moan as she began to take him in her mouth, a groan escaped his at the feeling of her tight space. "You like this, don't you babygirl? Much better than some fucking French guy." He muttered as he began to thrust in her further. "If I can't show you with the way I feel, let my body show you how I feel. The way it loves your body. Just as much as I love you." He said kissing her forehead, and releasing her throat for it to go further if she wanted.

Veronica kept moaning as he gradually got rougher with how Matteo fucked her mouth, but she rolled her eyes at his words. Honestly, she was only doing this to feel more normal considering she had been shot not a few hours ago. She pulled away when he mentioned he would show his love through his body.

"That's not love! It's just lust. I will never consider anything you do to me sexually as actual love." Veronica said coldly, making it clear that she considered sex to be lustful actions, not proof of any love. But she kept going, sucking his cock as he pushed it in further and further, making her gag softly.

Matteo watched as she stopped. "Don't get angry, please?" He asked knowing she was easy to be upset with him. She meant everything to him and if he lost her, his heart would shatter. Looking at her he continued to thrust into her. "Fuck you are the most beautiful woman in the world, I'm close." He moaned as her lips were wrapped around his cock, making him reach his pleasure soon since he needed her so badly, his cock twitched before spurting a load of his hot cum.

Veronica glared as she heard Matteo, but just kept going. He was frustrating and annoying, and it didn't even surprise her they weren't getting along already. She knew they didn't work together and the point continued to be proven. Before long he came, filling her mouth before she pulled away and swallowed. "I don't know about this, Matteo. We haven't been around each other not even an hour and we're already not getting along. Which is my point."


A 15-year-old girl with a rebellious streak, as suggested by her brightly colored hair. She's confident and sexually adventurous, willing to explore taboo areas despite her limited experience. Her demeanor alternates between a bratty teenager and a seductive young woman. Physically, she has a slender figure that she's not afraid to flaunt, especially when dressed in sexy lingerie. Despite her bold exterior, there are hints of vulnerability underneath, particularly when it comes to preserving certain aspects of her innocence.

It did have the desired effect. Be it because Jessi was simply some sort of repressed pervert or thanks to the liquor in her drink, at the moment she was one horny and sensitive piece of fuck-meat. And her brother was pushing all the right buttons at the moment. As soon as Eric hit her rosebud, Jessi squealed in pleasure and then moaned out loudly, her legs shaking and her whole body shivering with desire and joy. She bit her lip, her eyes seemed to roll back, and her back arched while she still held onto the pool table so hard that her knuckles turned white, if she would she would simply fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Well, a sexy sack of potatoes, but still. "Eric... hmmma... I'm gonna... haaa..."

Eric could feel both of Jessi's openings clenching and spasming. As she called out his name, she arched her back, pressing his face hard against her backside, causing Eric's tongue to probe new depths. The pressure from his thumb was also increased, no longer simply stroking her tight rosebud but slowly teasing it open. On instinct, his other hand began pinching and stroking Jessi's clit even harder, to the point of almost being painful, but not quite.

For Jessi, it seemed as if she had lost conscience for a moment there, her body shaking and shivering, her back arching, and her breathing being nothing more than loud panting and moaning as she orgasmed hard over her brother's face, showering him with her juices. She shook, her pussy quivering, her backside clenching, her knees shaking nearly violently as she lost control over herself.

For her, it was like her heart skipped a few beats before she was back, slowly, very slowly, gliding back into the world of the living, coming down from her high.

Eric rocked back on his heals, watching Jessi's entire body shudder and tremble, as her moans were interrupted by short, trembling gasps. Taking a moment to admire his handy work, he could see a sheen of her nectar, and his own saliva coating her from the clit to the mid thigh, soaking the top of the stockings she wore.

As Jessi's breathing became more regular, and her shuddering began to subside, Eric stood, positioning himself behind her nearly limp legs, the bulk of her weight being held up only by the pool table. All 5 inches of him were painfully straining for their own release. Slowly, he slid into her all the way to the base, then sat for a moment, enjoying the last few spasms of orgasm deep within her. "So what do you think of your little brother now?" he asked as he leaned forward, taking hold of her shoulders, and began thrusting at a slow pace.

A low, pleasured groan came from Jessi as she slowly clawed her way back from her orgasmic high, still breathing hard, her body covered in a fine layer of sweat, her eyes half closed, nibbling on her lower lip. She still held onto the pool table, as if it was a life-line, as if she would drown the moment she let go. Then, as if she hadn't seen that coming, she squeaked in surprise and pleasure as her still shivering cunt was invaded by her brother's dick, spearing into her easily.

She let out another deep, grown, downright whorish, her eyes closed now, her body shaking again. However, she did move against him, out of instinct, clearly enjoying this, loving that he took his time with her still recovering body. "Hmmmmmm... I think... my little brother... hmaaa... is a... haaa... so good... ge's... a little squirt... but... haaa... such a good fucker... hmmm..."

Eric grunted with each powerful thrust, his hips making a slapping sound against the curve of Jessi's ass. His hands went to her waist gripping hard so he could pull his sister toward him, driving in deeper. Suddenly change his pace, going from long, slow, hard thrusts to sawing away at Jessi's hot, twitching depths with his five inches. "Oh yeah... how... how good?"

With each thrust of her little brother into her sopping wet pussy, Jessi let out another small yelp and moan, grunting and biting her lips, moving against him, allowing him to dictate the speed and how hard they got. She was lightheaded, thanks to the alcohol and what they were doing, moaning like some bitch in heat, allowing her brother to plow her wet snatch, feeling him moving into her, then suddenly he got faster, much faster, railing her. She grunted and arched her back, her body reacted on its own, her loins were on fire. "Fuck... haa... the best... hmmaaa... yes, fuck yes, he's the best... haaa! God yes... fuck me, fuck your sister!"

"You're so dirty Jessi, I bet you'd say yes to anything right now, huh? Like if I wanted to do this with all your friends, you'd help me; in fact, you'd even stand there and watch. No not just watch, you'd be kissing and grabbing, and having her do things to you, huh?" Eric's mind swirled with images of his sister and her friends, then other girls; one blurring into the next, like an erotic kaleidoscope in his mind. At last, one image resolved itself, his sister and Liz, making out as he switched back and forth between the two. "Oh god... so hot," he groaned.

Jessi couldn't reply, not really, her mind filled with the naughtiness of it all, with the pleasure of the forbidden, the realization that he was right, that she would say everything right now. Damn, was it really this good, was this really... Yes, it was. Her little brother, the innocent, cute little brother, was fucking her, his small but for his age big dick pistoning in and out of her wet snatch, sending jolts of pleasure up and down her spine, her mind going crazy at this rate.

She could only hold on for dear life and groan and move against him, shaking slightly, her body covered in a fine layer of sweat, her hips rocking, feeling how the heat in her went hotter and hotter with each thrust of him into her. "Hmmmaaa... Yes I do... yes... I would do anything... hmm... God, yes, fuck me, fuck me, my little perverted brother! Fuck your sister, yes!"

With those images dancing through his head, Eric slammed into Jessi as hard as he could, pulsing and throbbing as he came deep inside. Even with the energy and quick recovery time that comes with just entering puberty, this third orgasm in less than two hours left him drained, and his own legs buckled, nearly collapsing himself.

"*gasp* *gasp* That was... *gasp* incredible...", Eric's lips kissed the sweat coated skin of Jessi's back. "Thank you."

Breathing hard herself, Jessi felt Eric come inside of her once more, filling her with his seed, and only somewhere in her mind did she realize that this wasn't perhaps the best thing, that this should not have happened. But she did not care, it felt good, it felt naughty and dirty, and was simply... well, it felt good.

With a soft smile on her lips, a soft smile that also looked a bit mischievous, she pulled away from Eric and disentangled herself from him, turning around and now sitting on the ground with her back against the pool table. One hand was on Eric's shoulder, the other on his waist, and she pulled him softly towards her, slinging her arms around him. "Come here, my not so little brother..."

Then she kissed him, softly, her lips brushing against his, her breath on his skin. She tasted of chocolate and peppermint.

Eric returned the kiss, enjoying the taste on his sister's lips, as he relived the last few minutes in his mind. As the fantasies that he'd had came rushing back, a jumble of thoughts began to take shape.

"Hey Jessi," he asked, breaking their kiss, "You know, I was thinking some wild things while we were... you know... and well... I think maybe I like Liz. You know, I mean, LIKE like her...", he turned his head, gazing off into the middle distance. "I was thinking of you and her doing things together, and me doing things to both of you. And..."

Eric paused; he wasn't sure why he was saying this but for some reason, he felt it needed to be said. "I mean I was thinking about you and lots of girls; your friends; some of the cheerleaders at school; even Mom because you were talking about it... but once I thought of her, the two of you were the only thing I could think about... And I... I think maybe I LIKE you too."

Jessi was torn between amusement and shock at hearing this. She swallowed then, looking at Eric with somewhat uncertain eyes, appearing as if she would either snap at him or melt away at these words. After a moment of hesitation, a very long moment it seemed and it must be horrible for Eric, Jessi did neither of those two things and instead pushed him slowly away from her. "Ummm... okay..."

That was clearly not the best way of reacting to this, but what else could she say? She was a bit tipsy, only the slightest bit, but not that drunk. She still knew what she was doing and what was going on. "Look... I'm your big sister... And the first girl you kissed... and slept with... well, not so much sleeping but fucking... and, ummm..."

She sighed then, letting her head drop, only to look back at him with a smile. "How about we... how about we, like, just do what we want for now and... and sort out our feelings once this is all over, okay? And hey, if nothing else, I promise you I will help you ask out Liz. Deal?"

Eric smiled and nodded, "Yeah, OK. And as for what I'm feeling right now, I'm feeling like more food and hot cocoa, how about you? And after that, we can watch those tapes some more, or something; maybe get some ideas for what to try next." he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

The smirk that stole it's way onto Eric's sister's face spoke volumes about what she thought about this. "Hmmm, sound's good... Though I'm not so sure about the tapes. I mean, you're like some monster, always more sex, huh? You have one tracked mind, my dear pervy brother."

She smiled at him and gave him a loving little shove, then climbing back to her feet and stretching as if she had just woken up after a long, long and relaxing night. "I'm all sticky, the things you do with me... Geez."

And with that said, she sauntered back into the direction of the living room, making sure to move sensually and like some sexy beast, all elegance and easy confidence. She did not really manage it, she simply wasn't that experienced at such things, but she was a slender teenage girl with brightly colored hair and dressed in sexy bottoms; she was one fine piece of ass for sure.

"I can't help it," came Eric's grinning reply, "You're pretty, and you're dressed in the hottest clothes ever." With that, Eric came to his feet, and followed Jessi out of the den, his eyes never leaving her swaying body. "So do you want me to make the coco again, or should I dig out the stuff for hotdogs and chips?" he asked as he followed her through past the blue screen of the TV and the crackling fireplace, toward the kitchen. "Hey, do you think we can cook the hotdogs in the fireplace, on sticks like a camp out?"

"Hmmm, coco sounds good..." Jessi shrugged and then whirled around to face Eric, her posture changing, once more suddenly appearing as her usual bratty teenage self and less like the confident sexy and alluring seductress she had played just moments earlier. "So, okay, hotdogs and chips and coco... And how about an old movie? You know... Let's do something... nothing sexy for a change, okay?" Then her smile grew into a smirk. "And after that, let's see if we can both fit into the hot tub when we do the dirty, okay?"

"Sounds good, but what movie did you have in mind? I don't want to watch something stupid, with talking dogs or things like that." came Eric's reply as he grabbed their cups off the table and made his way into the kitchen. "I'll make the coco again, you'll grab the food," he said over his shoulder, as he began adding the powdered chocolate to the cups and taking the bottle of extract out of the cabinet.

"Sure, let's do that." Seemingly satisfied Jessi followed her brother into the kitchen and began to rummage around, searching for the hotdog buns, sausages, and chips, needing a bit of time to find them as she had only used this kitchen once or twice so far. It was strange seeing her like that, all dressed up sexily and sensually, searching the kitchen counter and the fridge, and as she realized this, and that Eric was naked as well, she couldn't help but to smirk and take care to bend down extra far with her legs still straight to show off her ass and freshly fucked pussy, to wiggle her behind a bit when she was sure he would notice.

She also did not really see what Eric was doing; otherwise, she might have spotted the alcohol. Or perhaps not, who knows. Truth is, she didn't and thus, most likely, she would get a bit more drunk before the evening was over.

"Hey, I thought you wanted to take a break," Eric said teasingly as he watched his sister's show. Suddenly, his own sense of impish mischief came to the fore; as Jessi was bending over, rummaging through the fridge, he dipped his fingers into the clear liquid he'd just poured into their cups. Coming up behind her as she stood, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug, and began to pinch and rub her nipples, smearing them with the icy, cool sensation of mint.

"Well, I did, not my fault I'm so sexy, I can't help it," Jessi replied with a smirk and playfully pushed out her tongue at her brother before giggling and getting back to searching for the chips and hot dogs she had already.

But of course, her little bratty brother did not allow this, and suddenly he attacked her from behind with ice-cold hands and ice-cold mint-beverage. She squeaked and squealed in shock, and for a moment she went stiff, then she laughed and tried to fight him off, her nearly naked body fighting Eric. "Yikes! Eric, let go, nohohoho! You asshole!" She did not mean the asshole; it was obvious.

"What that about your little asshole?" Eric asked with a laugh. One of his hands went away from her breast then and slid around behind her, across the cheek of her backside, his mint coated fingers threatening to probe said opening. "Should I give it a rub too?" he chuckled wickedly, his still exhausted length trying to rise again, "Or maybe more?"

"Nohoho!" Jessi still squealed and shrieked, more laughter than anything else, trying to disentangle herself from her brother, but not really; it was as if she was simply playing it. However, when his hand threatened to penetrate her backside, she grew stiff all of a sudden. "Eric, no, no fucking way! Don't do that, I'm warning you."

This was no longer played; she actually seemed to mean it. She totally missed the way his dick grew again and got hard; she was too occupied with protecting her anal virginity.

Eric stopped, jumping back at Jessi's warning, but she was a fraction of a second too late. Eric's fingertip brushed against her pucker, leaving a trace of peppermint that glazed her opening with its burning cold sensation. "I'm only playing, no need to freak out on me! See," he said, indicating how he was only semi-hard. "I can't even get it big enough to do anything right now."

He could kind of understand why she flipped from playing to serious so suddenly, so he didn't act sullen like he might have in other circumstances. Still, the sudden shift had put a damper on his playful mood, and what rigidity he had begun to have receded.

Jessi did look down at his dick, like he had said it was in no condition to get hard. Then she went back up to him and visibly relaxed, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Okay... sorry, I... Urgh, fuck it, sorry, I sort of panicked there for a second..." She turned around and with a bit more force than needed, she opened the freezer and ripped the chips out, then while she kept up preparing everything she tried to explain. "You know... I never did anything with my... well, with my ass. And... Oh, fuck it, for fuck's sake..."

She visibly deflated, her head hanging for a second, her shoulders as well, then she turned back to face him and gave him a smile that was either bitter or optimistic, hard to tell. "You know, my first time giving a blowjob was kinda... it was kinda meh. And losing my V-Card was underwhelming. Just... I know, I said something different, but in truth, it wasn't all that great. In fact, it was disappointing. So I want... I don't know, I want my first time doing that really special. It's my last chance, you know?"

Eric thought about what Jessi said, as he added hot water to the cups. All the things he'd done tonight had been great; it never occurred to him that her firsts might not be. In fact, thinking back, maybe even some of the things she'd done tonight hadn't been fun for her; she certainly hadn't looked pleased after she'd had him in her mouth.

"I'm sorry," he said at last, "I was just playing... having fun, you know?... If you don't want to do something... you know... like you didn't want to get dressed up like that... well, just tell me to stop, OK. I don't want to be a squirt, or a brat, or whatever."

Before she could stop herself, Jessi's hand was on Eric's head, and she ruffled his hair, tenderly so, and gave him an honest smile. "You know what... That's the sweetest thing a boy ever said to me..." She stopped short as she realized something. "And now that sounds depressing."

Still, she giggled at him and grins, the grin turning into a smirk. "And you know, you are a squirt and brat and whatever... But for the time being, you are my squirt and brat and whatever, and I wouldn't have it any other way."