Cayn was eager. Valeria could feel that much, the growing stiffness that rubbed against her inner leg; begging to be free of restraint. His hands were too fast, catching her off guard as her shorts were dragged from her hips and discarded somewhere on the floor. Garbed in the dark fabric of her panties it was immediately a lot cooler, but she was not able to partake in the refreshing sensation. Dear brother was pressing his weight into her, and Valeria shuddered beneath him when warm fingers lifted up the edges of the cotton sleeping shirt, exposing her chest to the air.<br/><br/>She was not surprised upon Cayn's request. Anything meant<i> anything</i>and she'd purposefully left the door open, now on the receiving end of his hot mouth; the single thrust of his hips jerking her closer against the headboard. Valeria was at the mercy of his tongue, that slippery organ a snake against hers - wrapping and tangling, a dance in the wet confines. The air stolen from her lungs, she did not struggle against the breathlessness as her hand was grabbed and slid into the depths of her sibling's boxers.<br/><br/>The monster in her hand was rigid, warm and throbbing with blood. Her fingertips lightly ghosted the bound shaft, and she startled; coming into contact with that limb that had abused her, yet not drawing away. Valeria's palm slid down, instead, marveling at how the member reacted to touch, dainty thumb teasing along the tip to smudge away a bead of precursor fluid. As she stroked with inexperienced and almost hesitant ministrations, she kept her lips pressed to Cayn's jaw. Teeth softly grazing against the flesh like he wanted. It was interrupted by the nod of his head, and her gaze traveled to the screen where she was gestured to. The main heroine rode the man beneath her. It was self-explanatory.<br/><br/>"You want that...?" She whispered under her breath, easing out the words as he eased fingers into her black hair. His grip was heavy, something desperate or feral; a palpable tension she could feel translated into the roots of her thick strands. But it did not dissuade her, even as his hands shifted to grab for her hips and she suddenly found herself on top of him. Poor Valeria with her heart in her throat and her stomach in knots. She straddled Cayn, legs spread open to frame his narrow waist as she began to tolerate the foreign palms reaching for her teats. From where she rested she could sense the distinct heat and rigidity through her panties, the hardness making itself known - pressing up against her covered, bruised opening. A quick glance at the movie saw her experimentally rolling her hips forward, unsure of what pressure to go.<br/><br/>Valeria could not grasp that she was doing this. It was almost surreal, but her brother's bribe to a vow of silence incited determination, and she set her shaky fingers onto his stomach for balance. Deliberately mapping out the contours of his ribs, the pebbly details of his nipples, she could focus more on working into a slow rhythm now fear did not consume her brain. Nervous excitement took root, and because the body easily responded to stimulus, the friction resonated deep within her as well. She tried to play the role of the seducer, hips picking up a bit more enthusiastically. "You like that, Cayn?" On top of him, her breasts bounced with each motion. "I want to hear you say it."<br/><br/>She leaned in, a few seconds of contemplation granting her the courage she required to push her body flush against Cayn's to whisper against the shell of his ear. "I-I love you a lot... This is only for you... your eyes, only."