Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 447

Chapter 447: Heroine’s Husband with His Sister III
On the taxi ride home, Sally didn’t object when Lucan brought her in close. Burning up inside, she breathed in the pheromones and looked at him lustfully through strands of black hair that had tumbled loosely across her face. Unable to resist, she allowed herself to be kissed. Even though she was vaguely aware of the inappropriateness of such actions in the back of a cab, she was defenseless against the need coursing through her veins.

Lost in the moment Lucan couldn’t control himself. His hands ran down from her cheek, across her chest, and down to her barely covered thighs. He had purchased open panties for a reason and reached under impatiently, eager to cup the naked warmth. With no material in the way he rubbed through the already moist folds, pressing a little harder each time, slowly easing into the wetness.

“Not here,” Sally groaned, halfheartedly.

But her inebriated mind couldn’t fight the bliss that was spreading through her body like a drug. Little resistance was given to the strong hands that parted her legs further, causing the dress to hike up indecently.

“Lucan…” she protested feebly.

But he didn’t listen, and she made no effort to stop him. Some part of her primal mind was enjoying itself too much. Letting go, she gave in to the probing fingers.

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In the lift the siblings were at it again, kissing and groping like teenagers, until they finally opened the door to their apartment and stumbled into the living room as a blur of entwined activity. The maid froze on the sofa as they tumbled into the designer living room with hands roaming all over. She wanted to speak, but was transfixed by the sight, and they seemed oblivious to her presence.

‘Oh My God!’ she thought.

The dress had been raised and Lisa could see Me. Lucan’s hand squeezing the exposed cheeks, which were bare except for thin black strips on each. And as they moved, she caught sight of the giant bulge in his pants.

‘God! Look at the size of that thing.’

The brunette had a crush on Mr. Lucan, and seeing him so hot and heavy caused a flush.

“Shit! Lisa!” Lucan suddenly blurted out in shock.

Everyone froze.

“Mr. and Mrs…. hi… sorry, I was just…waiting…for you… ”

Stepping away from her brother Sally lowered the dress and regained some composure.

“No, no, we’re sorry…we um…forgot you were here.”

She couldn’t believe that they had been so careless in front of their nineteen-year-old maid from three floors up.

“How did it go with chores? Everything alright?”

“Okay, uh, alright,” the young lady managed, struggling to know where to look. Conflicted by her desire to look at the tent in Mr. Lucan’s jeans, but trying to hide her own embarrassment.

“Great…great…look, it’s late,” Lucan stuttered. “Here is a little extra something for the… you know. And…maybe better not to mention your parents. I mean…they might not understand…the context.”

“No problem, really, our secret. And anytime you need me I am here…to do things…” she mumbled, collecting her things, hiding beetroot-colored cheeks behind long brown hair.

A light drop of fluid trickling down Sally’s inner thigh reminded her of more pressing matters. Deciding the young woman was old enough to see herself out, she grabbed Lucan’s hand and urgently led him down the corridor, turning off the lights as they went.

“Please see yourself Lisa,” she called back.

And as soon as they were in the still dark room, Sally flung herself onto the bed and rolled onto one side.

“So, your plan worked, I’m drunk and horny…now come here and fuck my brains out.”

While appreciating the sentiment, her brother just stood there smiling, ignoring her curling finger.

“No. You get up and come here,” he countered.

“Pardon?”

He raised his voice. “I said to come and stand here!” he commanded, pointing to a spot on the floor.

His eyes were fixed with such intensity that Sally realized he was serious, and with inexplicable trepidation got up and moved to the point indicated. It was a simple act, but an important one. Because whether or not they both understood its full magnitude, in that moment the power balance between them shifted.

Now, what Lucan really wanted to do was make her kneel, grab her black hair, and then watch as she gagged on cock like a porn star. But he resisted the urge, sure that it would ruin the delicate balance of trust that needed to be built before such an act would ever be possible.

Standing there, Sally was surprisingly nervous. On the one hand feeling safe in her brother’s familiarity. But on the other, there was something unnervingly different. Almost like she was standing in front of a stranger. When his hands firmly grabbed her shoulders, she expected a kiss to follow. But instead, found herself being spun round to face the bed. The unexpected development added to the sense of being with someone else, and in a moment of shame the monogamous sister realized that the thought had made her breathe even faster.

Lucan meanwhile took her submissiveness as tacit approval that he was on the right track. First her earlier behaviour. Now seeming compliance in the bedroom. It was enough to allow him to dream that maybe, just maybe, there was a version of his sister that had been repressed all these years and was only now being set free thanks to his own ingenuity. Anyway, it was time to find out.

“Don’t move,” he whispered, planting a kiss on the exposed nape of her neck.

Quickly reaching over to the chest of drawers he grabbed the satin blindfold that had been discreetly hidden before leaving, and stretched it over her head.

“What are you doing?” she protested.

“Trust me,” he reassured, intercepting her hands before they could remove it.

And then to press the advantage he spun her around and kissed long and hard. Defiance melting into the embrace. Until, confident she wouldn’t object again, he gently coaxed her back round to face the bed.

Without vision Sally’s other senses heightened. She became more aware of the quiet of the room, the smell of her man, and the pulsing between her legs. Her sense of touch came alive as fabric flowed over her skin into a heap on the floor. Cool air enveloped her body in the darkness and with it came a feeling of vulnerability. Standing there naked, totally exposed in open lingerie, she yearned for a reassuring touch.

“Don’t move.”

Listening intently she stood still. The sound of her brother’s clothes hitting the floor was followed by the scratching of a piece of furniture being shifted. Then finally the comfort of warm bare skin as she was hugged from behind.

“Hmmm,” she purred, leaning back.

A sensory onslaught followed. Kisses from roaming lips, caresses from hands moving freely across her exposed nipples, tummy and pussy. Grinding against the hard-on wedged between her cheeks she groaned whenever a sensitive spot was stimulated. The foreplay was intense.

“I want you inside,” she panted.

“I’ve put the ottoman in front of the bed,” Lucan responded calmly, guiding her towards it, “kneel, then rest your upper body forward on the bed.”

Out of character, Sally obeyed without question. Moving her hair to one side she knelt on the ottoman and leaned forward.

“Good girl,” Lucan encouraged. “Now extend your arms out fully on each side.”

It was an odd request. Before Sally had time to figure out where things were going, her wrists had been pulled wide and fastened to what felt like tight neoprene cuffs. Not able to see anything, she tried to draw them back. They wouldn’t move. A rush of panic surged through her. She had never been blindfolded and tied up before. And yet here she was, unexpectedly secured to the bed in a very compromising position.

“Lucan,” she called out with an edge of fear, “What are you doing?”

“Shh…my love,” he soothed. “I promise you will enjoy this.”

“I’m not comfortable…”

“…Give it a few minutes, and if you still want to stop, we will,” he promised.