Chapter Ten: Owen And Rosina
Owen awoke the next morning to a blast of light. He squinted so that he could see in amongst the wash of light. He heard the door close and knew that someone had turned the light on. It was the favorite trick of his mother to quietly and effectively wake him up. Much to his frustration, it always worked. Owen blinked and groaned as he slowly got used to the brightly lit room. He looked at the sleeping form of his sister and smiled lovingly at her.
Rosina had slept in his bed for the second night in a row, and he was fast becoming used to this pleasure. Her lithe and petite body seemed to melt into his and her warmth felt incredible as she slept, cuddled up to him. Her blonde hair spilled all about as a result of her tossing and turning; Owen took a moment to comb and smooth it out. Owen knew that they both needed to get going so he shook the sleeping beauty awake.
"Time to get up, Rosie," Owen said as he gently shook Rosina's arm.
Rosina stirred awake and looked around the room with squinted eyes for a moment before she shut them tightly and hid her face in the pillow. She groaned her complaint of the bright light with wordless protest and Owen laughed at her discomfort. For some reason the groggy-way she woke up struck him as cute and he laughed, despite himself.
"Damn light! It's not funny, Master!" Rosina scoffed as she lightly smacked Owen's shoulder while still hiding her eyes in the pillow.
"Sorry, but you just wake up in the cutest way," Owen said with a dying chuckle, as he leaned over and kissed the back of Rosina's head. "We need to get up," he said as he started to roll to get out of bed.
Just then, a hand shot out and grasped Owen's arm and tugged him back into bed. An unsuspecting Owen found himself rolling back into bed. As soon as he was near enough, Rosina cuddled up to him, practically covering him with her body. She giggled as she got comfortable, resting her head on his shoulder, holding him tightly so he couldn't go anywhere.
"NO!" Rosina shouted in a mock-pout as she held him firm. "We're not leaving this bed all day!" she said in a firm tone of voice that was heavily tainted with a giggling chuckle.
"Really?" Owen asked with a laugh. "What about school?" he asked as he looked into the smiling eyes of his newest Slave.
"Fuck school, now that I have you in bed, I don't ever want to leave," Rosina said with a loving tone of voice before she moved in and kissed Owen square on the lips.
It was a kiss that started out soft and romantic but quickly grew in passion and intensity. Both siblings were pulling and pawing at each other as they started to roll around that bed, kissing madly. At the end of the kiss Owen was on top of Rosina and his rock hard cock was throbbing against her clitoris. Rosina started to gyrate her hips to grind her pussy against his cock.
"Damnit! We gotta get moving," Owen said as he got off Rosina and up out of bed.
Not to be outdone or refused the morning fuck that she was after, Rosina quickly turned over in bed. In a flash Rosina had tossed the covers completely aside and rolled over onto her stomach. She brought her knees up and rested her head on the pillow. The result was that her ass was in the air with her knees spread shoulder-width apart. She had her head turned to the side so that she could look at Owen as she talked.
"But, Master, I need you soooo badly!" Rosina said in a sultry as she started to stroke her slit with her index finger. "I have an itch that only you and your fat cock can scratch," she continued in a needy tone of voice as she watched Owen eye her up.
"We slept in, we have to get moving," Owen said as he looked over the tempting sight of his sister.
"Yeah we need to get moving, we need to get your fat cock moving in and out of my hot little pussy. I need you, Master, your Slave needs you, Master, I've been a good Slave, and we never did get the chance to fuck last night, give it to me. Fuck me!" Rosina whined out and her voice started to break up in a frustrated growl.
Owen looked at his sister who began to probe her pussy with her index finger. She started to moan as she brought herself pleasure with her own finger. It was clear that she was hot and needed his cock, sure they were running late, but was anyone too busy for pussy? Owen walked back to be bed and knelt behind his sister. She quickly grasped his cock when it was near enough and lined it up to her waiting pussy.
"Just remember to breathe through that pillow and try to keep quiet!" Owen said as he slid forward and into Rosina's pussy with the help of her guiding hand.
"Yes, Master," Rosina said with a blissful sigh, her voice was muffled and distorted by the pillow that she clutched to her face.
Owen sank his cock further and further into his sister's pussy and still couldn't believe his luck. She was the tightest pussy he had ever seen, let alone thrust his cock into. Yet not only did he have the good fortune of fucking her, she was his. Not just as his lover, she was his Slave, and eagerly performed any task he required of her. If she wasn't his sister, he could see himself falling hard for her and perhaps one day marrying her. The fact was that she was his sister and so marriage and kids wasn't an option. Once his cock had fully imbedded itself inside the pussy of the woman in question, Owen no longer cared that she was his sister, she was one hot fuck.
"I'll never get tired of this, Master." Rosina mewed in a contented voice that sounded like a drug addict that had just been given their latest hit. "Thanks, Master, I needed this. I really did!" she added with a deep, guttural voice as she began to rock back and forth.
Owen stood there, kneeling behind Rosina and watched as she fucked herself on his cock while he stood still. He looked down and watched his cock sliding in and out of her pussy while he just knelt there. After a moment of this and a frustrated growl from Rosina, Owen grasped her hips and started to thrust. Once Owen took over the fuck, Rosina stopped thrusting and just let herself get fucked by the man she worshiped.
Rosina's life had taken such an abrupt turn in the last week and it hit her strangely as Owen fucked her wildly. One week ago she and Owen barely spoke, and even then it was quick, casual and in passing. She was eagerly studying to be a nurse so school and her studies dominated her life. She didn't date much, not because she didn't get offers, she did get asked out from time to time. Mostly she didn't date because she couldn't spare the time. Now, one week later she was on her brother's bed getting fucked by the man who was not only her lover, but her Master. She belonged to him in a real sense and that thought brought a feeling of peace and contentment to her. She loved the fact that there was a man who owned her, a man to look out for and protect her. The only thought that brought her pain was the fact that since he was her brother, she could never marry him or bear his children. She desperately wanted to carry his child and offer up to him the ultimate gift she could give her Master, his child. She pushed the saddening thought out of her mind as she instead focused on the release she needed.
