Tristan reached up and began to unbutton my top. I knew that trying to stop him would be fruitless and was simply grateful that he hadn’t ripped my top open. Parting my shirt, he exposed my breasts to the room and then leaned forward to lap at my nipples.
I held my breath, praying that the sucking sound his mouth was making wouldn’t wake our parents, but Tristan was too lost in pleasure to care. With each thrust of his hips he seemed to become more aroused and I could feel him swell inside me.
I threw my head back, mouth open in silent pleasure, my hands fisting in his hair. His thrusts increased in speed, and I rode him with increasing enthusiasm, matching his thrusts with my own and pushing myself further onto him. My moisture oozed over his manhood, creating a wet, sticky sound as we continued to grind against each other.
Mom moved on the sofa and the sudden fright forced me to climax. Terrifying ecstasy surged through me and a string of whimpers slipped through my lips. Tristan tensed as I gripped his shoulders tightly and then I felt him splurge inside me.
Both of us sat frozen in place, still orgasming, as we stared at our mom who against the odds, was still asleep. We stayed there for a few moments, our soft panting the only sound that could be heard in the room. Tristan then reached up and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I returned his kiss, forgetting for a second that he was blackmailing me and that he was my brother. Then I eased myself off his lap and fled the room to change into some unripped pajamas. It had turned out to be the best movie night we’d ever had.
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