Her hand was adorably new to this, but there was some primal intelligence in the touch as it explored his length. Valeria, like any beautiful girl, had it in her to be love's demon, and break even her brother's heart easily. It was perhaps because she'd not shown such tendencies that he lover her, to begin. It was Cayn that had been the demon, hadn't it, with his violent naivety. Her grazing teeth sent the last of the blood that would ever fit in his cock. To think his darling Valeria would be like this with him.<br/><br/>She understood his request, and he felt that she might share it too, when she sat ontop of him by his little trick, legs split and mounds resting on his kept-down member. She felt hot, like she was trying to cook him through their underwear. He wouldn't mind that. Had he dreamed about this, his sister in his his room, letting him fondle her softnesses so freely. He gasped, almost like he was in pain, when her hips initiated friction through a tight roll against him.<br/><br/>He looked down at her hands when they needed him for her balance and leverage. It was the loveliest thing he'd seen. He put his feet against the sheets to lift himself up into her slightly, remembering her abused, pretty entrance through the thin cloth. It was a point of pride for the boy, of course. He groaned when her hips found more savvy. He laughed darkly with delight at her words, and held on to her waist to grind her tighter against his suffering, pinned length.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I like it." more smoke than voice. His hand trailed on her spine when she leaned close, to encourage her, and to round the curve of her rear. His eyes fluttered when she whispered hot. "I love you too, Val." he responded and grunted with affectionate frustration. His fingers dug between her flesh and the fabric, to get to grab her cheek underneath, and squeeze it firmly as he lifted his hips into hers. It was torture, but they were doing it together. His prize for silence.<br/><br/>He held her head closer to his by a palm to the back of her neck, The kiss was greedy, starved. There was no real doubt. Cayn loved her deeply. His other hand pushed down at her panties as far as they would go, and then slid down the front to try her slit, massaging the abused mounds and then sliding in between then with the longest digits. Cayn ground as he pushed up again, with his hips, squeezing his hand between them, and lodging that finger deeper into her.<br/><br/>"Valeria." he asked, frustrated, but willing to play. "It hurts. I want you now." he warned and jabbed the finger as to offer incentive before pulling that hand back, away from their togetherness. "Comon, ride me sis." he said, mouth open as he stared up at her. She was learning all kinds of things about the male animal today.